The moon hangs high in the sky, and the bright moonlight shrouds through the layers of leaves, creating beautiful holes on the ground.

The already quiet forest has become more beautiful because of these moonlights. For anyone, it is a beautiful view... except those who want to travel through this woods in the cold wind at night.

A sudden appearance of fire broke the beautiful scene of the woods, and the sound of footsteps followed that destroyed all the beautiful artistic conception.

"Ah!" Kylord shivered and wrapped his thick fur coat hard. The armor had turned back into the box and was held in his hand.

"Although I have been in the Jackdaw Mountains for quite some time, I still can't stand this damn ghost weather. When these cold winds blow, it's like thousands of frozen knives cutting back and forth on your bones, making people want to find a warm place to stay right away."

"The winter here is different from the Jackdaw Mountains, Old Kylord," Kara, who was beside him, sneered, "This ghost place in the imperial capital is leaning against the sea. The pervasive water vapor will ignore all your clothes, making you wish you never go out again in the winter."

"I said, just say less," Talos's face coldly, his hands huddled in his sleeves. "Don't forget that there are still our enemies in this area."

"And that group of enemies is certainly not easy," Hickrad continued. "In terms of intelligence, they can accurately know where we are on the mountain, and their strength can quickly kill rune masters and ordinary soldiers guarding the transport vehicle, so that they don't even have time to issue an alarm."

"Anyway," he rubbed his head with some headache, "this group of guys is definitely not a group of easy opponents."

"Start up," Talos looked at the moon in the sky, "we must arrive at the nearest Imperial Army outpost before dawn."

"Let me see," Karen pulled out the map from his pocket, "that's... more than thirty kilometers!?"

"Yes," Talos replied simply, "so we have to speed up."

"Also," he pulled out the scepter tied around his waist, "we must also be wary of the unknown enemy. Whether they are demons or not, night is a good opportunity to launch a raid."

"Follow me closely, don't fall behind, always pay attention to your companions, let's set off."

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Saren stood by the window and looked out at the town outside through the foggy window. Although the hour hand on the wall had already passed by ten o'clock, the town was still full of bright lights.

Grundill had returned to his own room. Without this somewhat noisy companion, Saren could finally calm down and think about something.

He walked back to the bed, bent down and pulled out the spear belonging to Drex from under the bed. Even if he just looked at it like this, Saren could feel the huge fluctuations of energy emitted from it.

"Well..." He touched his chin thoughtfully, "You are probably not as simple as a spear... Let me take a look."

He waved his hand gently, and the spear of the abyss flew into his hands as if being pulled by an invisible chain.

"Ah..." As soon as the spear started, Saren showed a disgusting expression. "Such a rich power of fog is mixed with Strad's stench. Even Gersmore's dark sword doesn't have so many... wait!"

Saren stood up suddenly, "I know something was wrong," he looked down at the spear in his hand, then reached out to pull out the extremely dark sword from the void. "The energy in this spear is too strong, even surpassing the dark sword, which is so wrong."

"Grativity," he whispered a word, and the spear of the abyss in front of him floated up by himself, "Okay, let me study it carefully now."

He sat cross-legged on the bed, his invisible mental tentacles spread out from the top of his head, shooting straight towards the spear of the abyss floating in the air, wrapping it tightly.

A cold and corrosive aura began to continue to pass back to Saren's mind along the tentacles of his mental power, as if his own body was enduring the erosion of this evil force.

Even though Salon was prepared, he subconsciously shivered. He shook his head, drove away many distractions that came out in the moment, and looked at the Spear of the Abyss again with concentration.

His consciousness seemed to have entered a spear, and his body began to gradually be covered by a strange white mist. The power of the fog rushing inside the spear.

"Tsk tsk," Saren looked around and exclaimed: "Strald is really willing to spend so much fog power."

He began to continue to observe the rushing fog powers carefully, and his intuition told him that there were everything else in these energy, a powerful force that was inseparable from the fog power.

Time began to pass by little by little, and many fog powers visible to the naked eye began to invade Saren's body. The cold and numb feeling from that part told Saren that this time was not an illusion brought by the tentacles of mental power. The fog powers were really eroding his body.

"Damn it," Salon cursed in a low voice, and began to speed up his own speed. Driven by his mental power, all the fog power began to rush at a faster speed, and Salon was able to check for more fog power in a shorter time.

But this was not completely without side effects. The fog power that accelerated the flow began to erode Saren's body at a faster speed. In just a short while, he completely lost the consciousness of his legs, and in his consciousness, it had become nothingness.

"Damn it, hurry up!"

Saren gritted his teeth and once again accelerated the movement of the fog power. If the fog power just now was just flowing like a river, the fog power now is like a big river in the rainy season, roaring violently and rushing forward.

The fog power that had only eroded Saren's body little by little suddenly rushed upwards, and in the blink of an eye it swallowed all Saren's body from his waist down.

Saren looked at his lower body, which had become unconscious, and suddenly grinned because he had found what he wanted.

"You really have it, Strad."

In the power of fog that surging like a river, there are some bright spots of light like stars at night. Salon is very familiar with these spots of light.

The mental tentacle immediately let go of the abyss spear floating in the air, and Salon's consciousness quickly pulled out of the spear and returned to his body. A large stream of white mist began to gush out from the top of his head, and it was immediately burned without a trace by the flames called by Salon.

The process lasted for a full ten minutes. When there was no longer any fog on the top of his head, Saren lowered his hands and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's really hanging," he felt his body regaining consciousness and jumped up from the bed. "But being able to know the mystery inside this spear is worth a chance."

He held the spear in his hand again, "No wonder you don't care about Drex's life and death at all, and you didn't even show up after his death. I'm afraid you don't care about his life and death at all."

Saren shook his head, "Poor Drex, he thought he had always been the 'God of War' highly regarded by Strad. I think the only one who knows Strad's real plan may be the respected Lord Preest."

"Well, since this thing is a space marker," Saren touched his hair and sighed with some distress. "It seems that I have to find a way to destroy it, but who can do this."

He held the spear and pondered for a while before he raised his hands like a surrender, "Okay, I have no choice. Maybe I should go back to Rune Masters College, where the library may have a way to destroy this thing."

"Now," he gritted his teeth and reached out to pull a crack in the space. "I have to keep you in my private space so that I can make sure Strad can't sense you."

He took a deep breath, "Although this will make me feel bad, I guess."

Under his control, the Abyss Spear sank into the void space bit by bit. The picture looks quite strange, just like the spear disappearing from the tip of the spear without a trace.

"Ah!" The tearing feeling in his mind made Sarah unable to help but let out a low roar. The energy carried on the Abyss Spear was too powerful. It was difficult for the independent space where a dark sword had been stored to accommodate such a powerful spear.

What's worse is that he seemed to be aware that he was about to be imprisoned in the void. He kept coming from the spear of the abyss, and on several occasions Saren almost lost control of it.

"You...must...get...inside!"

Saren gritted his teeth, a trace of blood had already flowed from the corner of his mouth, and the impact of the abyss spear was much bigger than he expected. He was already bleeding from his nose, and the beautiful blue-gray eyes had begun to overcongestion.

But his efforts were not fruitless. Half of the Spear of the Abyss had disappeared into the void. All he needed to do was to send the remaining half into it.

"It's simple, Saren, it's simple," he began to encourage, or hypnotize himself by repeating a sentence, so that he could persevere from the mental impact that could turn people into idiots.

The half-spike handle under him was swallowed by the void bit by bit in his expectant gaze, and Saren's condition became worse and worse. His eyes began to roll up, and the whites occupied most of the eye sockets that others could see. It looked extremely terrifying, and saliva began to flow out of his mouth uncontrollably.

As the spear was about to be completely swallowed by the void, Saren's whole body began to tremble violently. He tried hard to widen his eyes, pulled out the short knife from his waist and stabbed it into his calves.

"Ahhhh!"

The severe pain made his consciousness a little clearer, and his vision, which was about to be swallowed by darkness, quickly restored to light. Taking advantage of the opportunity brought by the sudden pain, Saren activated the spiritual sea that had reached the brink of collapse and sent the last bit of the spear into the void.

Seeing the last bit of spear stomp disappear into the air, Saren smiled at the air that had nothing, spewed out blood, and the originally extremely clean coat was dyed blood red.

He slowly closed his eyes, fell on the bed, fainting.

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"Old guy, it's time to get up, we still have to... Oh my God, what's going on!?"

As soon as Grendill pushed open the door of Saren, he was stunned by the scene in front of him. His old friend lay on his back half on the bed, motionless like a corpse. His handsome brown coat was stained with blood everywhere, and even the ground could see pools of dried blood.

"Are you still alive, Salon!" He ran to the bed like crazy, reached out to the bottom of Salon's nose, and then turned his head to the side, pressing it tightly against his chest.

One dull and loud noise after another came to his ears through Saren's chest, just as someone was constantly beating drums in Saren's body.

This result gave Grendill a little more peace of mind. Although he looked bad, at least his chest was still undulating and his heart was beating.

"Okay, let me see what's wrong with you, my old guy," Grendill frowned and pulled Saren out of the bed, but Saren still had no intention of awakening, "Okay, it's really unconscious, I shouldn't be too optimistic."

He shrugged, put Saren back flat on the bed again, and then opened Saren's eyelids, "Well... they were all whites of their eyes. It seems that I have found the reason. No matter what you did last night, it must have caused quite a harm to your brain."

"I'm not familiar with the rune master's stuff, and mental power is not my strength. I'm only good at hitting the vampire's head with one shot," he sighed, "It seems that I can only wait for you to wake up here."

"Before that," he stood up, "I have to go find the owner of the hotel, and what's going on here will scare him."

Grendill put his hands in his pocket and hummed a song, walking down the first floor like an ordinary hotel traveler. The town seemed to be an important transportation hub in the north, and the hotel hall was filled with guests.

The hotel owner stood behind the bar, his hands constantly wiping the cup, and he looked at all the guests in the hall with a smile on his face.

"Good morning, boss," Grundill quickly walked to the bar and greeted the boss, "Business is good."

"For your blessing, this guest," the boss retracted his gaze and replied with a smile to Grundill's words, "What are you going to have for breakfast?"

"Ah, speaking of this," Grendill patted his head, "I'm here to tell you that there is no need to deliver food to us or come up to disturb us. We will come down to eat by ourselves, okay?"

"Yes, of course," the hotel owner nodded quickly, "In fact, you have really helped the shop, and we are almost unable to get around here."

"That's it," Grundill smiled, "I've always been understanding."

After reminding the hotel owner, Grendill hummed a song and returned to the second floor. He returned to Saren's room with ease, pulled a chair over, and sat down.

"Okay, my good sir, let's wait now and see when you will wake up."

It took four hours to wait. At that time, the clock hand passed by twelve o'clock. Saren on the bed finally let out a muffled groan, covered his head and slowly opened his eyes.

"Ah... the sun is so dazzling," he said, rubbing his head, "I feel like my head is about to fall apart."

"Bless Garcia!" Grendill screamed, jumped directly from the chair to the edge of the bed, and grabbed Saren's hand, "You finally woke up, Saren."

"You scared me, Grundill," Saren, who was startled by Grundill's scream, came back to his senses, looked at the slutty gunman holding his hand tightly, and quietly pulled his hand back, "Why are you here?"

"Why am I here?" Grendill jumped up angrily when he heard this, "I want to ask you what stupid things you did last night?"

He began to pace back and forth in the room, "As soon as I came over in the morning, I saw you fainting on the bed, and there was still blood on the floor. I almost thought you were dead!"

"It's a pity that I know nothing about mental power," Grundill's voice was filled with a strong resentment. "I had to go and comfort the hotel owner downstairs first, so that he would not be scared by the scene in your room when he came up to deliver the meal. Then I also asked for a mop to mop the blood on the ground for you."

"Now," he sat back on the chair and stared at Saren, "For my hard work, should you tell me what you did last night?"

"My fault, Glendill," Saren slowly stood up and sat down to the bed, "I studied the Spear of the Abyss last night and it turned out bad."
To be continued...