No longer retelling the surprises that everyone got on the bus, such as the sentence that everyone would ask, "The inside looks bigger than the outside, what's going on?" Zhao Mai drove into the ground and used the all-terrain scanning function when he was hiding the ground to help him find the direction.

Soon he discovered anomaly: a shadow in the shape of a ball shell appeared in his field of view, about ten meters thick, surrounding the centaur tribe from all directions. The shadows enveloped a circular area on the ground, and were densely filled with trolls. They rubbed and collided with each other in a confused manner, and continued to do the "Brownian movement". Occasionally, one or two people were squeezed out of the range, and after scratching their heads, they would walk back. However, after looking for a while, he did not find that the trolls would be squeezed into the inside, and they didn't know whether it was just a coincidence.

"It is roughly estimated that there are about 3,000 trolls..." Looking at the dense dots on the screen, Zhao Mai felt his scalp numb. It seems that this layer of shadow ball shell is something that affects reconnaissance and divination. If you don't pay attention, you will walk in one end and you may soon be torn and eaten by the troll.

How did such a large number of trolls form? Does the Centaur store food for thousands of people a year or two? This question even Bran Walton finds it incredible: "That's impossible. We often don't have enough food every year for winter. How can we support so many trolls?"

"I have an idea." Barbara raised one arm high, as if she was applying for a speech in class. "There is a spell called copying that can increase something in large quantities. But it won't last long, it's only a few hours at most. Even if the trolls eat it, they will be hungry in a while."

"Anyway, take advantage of the trolls being stupid and kill them first." The centaur stomped his hooves and shouted to Zhao Mai: "You can set fire with magic, right? Burning them to death is the fastest way."

Zhao Mai nodded and drove back to the ground. Looking out from the car window, there was a peaceful and peaceful forest outside. Although it lacked light and was a little dim, it did not feel any danger at all. For safety reasons, Zhao Mai first used the skin tree technique to protect himself, prepared to transform into a White Walker at any time, and then left everyone in the car. He finally took a look at the all-terrain inside the car, remembered the distance, and then walked out of the car.

Whether it was vision, hearing or smell, he could not see the abnormality ahead at all, and even the natural force did not warn. He made an ice javelin and threw it out with force. The javelin drew a perfect arc and inserted it on the ground with a thud.

Finally, it was obvious that the abnormality came! The White Walker's ice javelin attribute is extreme. As long as it touches the body of a living creature, whether it is a troll or a tree, it will quickly freeze. But now the ice javelin is just stuck on the ground full of fallen leaves. Although it is constantly emitting cold air, it cannot make ice layer form on the ground. At the same time, Zhao Mai's spiritual barrier finally reacted. A weak but cunning energy tried to communicate at the thinking level. It seems that this fully shielded one is called "magic array" and has a strong initiative. If you want to achieve perfect imitation, you secretly ask Zhao Mai's thinking to try to deceive Zhao Mai.

"Since that's the case, fire..." Zhao Mai stopped when he started chanting the spell. He thought of a question: he still couldn't see the effect of his spell, so how could he control the range of the flame? If the flame spreads out, wouldn't it ignite the Forbidden Forest? This "additional damage" does not conform to the way the druid gets along with nature. So he counted his steps, slowly approached, and stood about one meter away from the range of the ball shell.

It was obvious that there were a large group of trolls not far ahead, but they couldn't see or hear it. This feeling was so uncomfortable. Zhao Mai turned his back to everyone, took a deep breath, and turned himself into a White Walker state. The power of death ice created by the natural force fell to the Forbidden Forest for the first time, and the howling cold wind broke out in midsummer.

Countless ice blades fly, attacking the invisible trolls, and then invade them with the power of the White Walkers, turning them into zombies. Zhao Mai’s orders to zombies are very simple, just keep waving their claws and scratching them. They are blind within the range of the ball shell, and they may not know if they catch the opponent, but the damage they cause will not be treated by the magic circle responsible for deception, and zombies will be constantly summoned by Zhao Mai, and they will become more and more.

Zhao Mai remained in a White Walker state and kept creating corpses. He could not see the effect at all, so he didn't know if it was enough. After persisting for about ten minutes, he changed back to his original form and returned to the car.

"How did you do it?" the curious baby Barbara asked the first time: "What kind of magic do you use? Can you teach me if it's good? My family always recruits termites..."

Zhao Mai shook his head and ignored her and watched the terrain scan. A large gap without trolls appeared directly in front of the car, and the ghoul-turned trolls were still expanding to both sides. Although some zombies were killing each other, the number of trolls was generally declining.

Knowing that this method was feasible, Zhao Mai drove around for half a circle and used the same trick opposite the ball shell again. The ignorant trolls quickly scratched each other with their claws and died without knowing it. In the end, there were only a few "lucky people" left in the ball shell, and their irregular movements would not meet each other for a while.

At this moment, a black arched door frame appeared out of thin air from the village surrounded by the ball shell, with liquid fluctuating in the middle of the mercury color. Groups of people rushed out of the door frame and fled out in horror. They finally rushed into the gray ball shell range, and then lost their way and would only walk around in a daze.

Zhao Mai asked Ado to hold on to the centaur chief who wanted to get off the car to save his companion. He got off the car and removed the power of the ghouls, so that they all returned to frozen corpses. Perhaps some centaurs would hit the trolls and then bite them. He had seen the pattern here, which was a trap to feed trolls with humans! Since trolls can be regenerated, the torn body will slowly become little trolls, so as long as you slowly accumulate the numerical advantage, with the help of probability mathematics, the trolls will become more and more, until you finally win and become a large group of trolls.

"Don't be impulsive. If you rush in, you will only lose your direction like other horses, and then be slowly eaten by the trolls!" Zhao Mai used his spiritual power to appease Bran Walton's emotions: "Think carefully, your tribe members are all in the camp. Where did these come from just now? Have you seen any of them you know?"

"Yes! I saw Capas, Dunhoon and Mane Hiss... No, Dunhoon was dead. I saw him tear open and eaten by the troll." Bran Walton slowly calmed down, and the redness in his eyes gradually faded. "These are my tribe members, but they are not my tribe members. What's going on?"

"Let's just go in and check it out." Zhao Mai comforted him, "We have done everything we can do outside. Now we are all left to look inside. When the people rushed out of the portal just now, they showed normal expressions, indicating that there was no emotional control inside, but they must have been affected by panoramic deception. Bran Walton, now you have to look at the screen and see if there is something that is not from your original village."
Chapter completed!