69novels Chapter 636 Obtaining the Spirit of the Mist
Chapter 636 Obtaining the Spirit of the Mist
Time passed by, second by second.
The sky over the Misty Continent is always that hazy gray color, with no change of day or night, and no weather alternation.
Only the mist was flowing slowly, as if it were breathing.
......
The edge of a sparse woodland.
Lin Tian stopped in his tracks.
It wasn't because he saw the Spirit of the Mist, but because he sensed a faint energy fluctuation.
It wasn't magic, nor was it murderous intent; rather, it was a rhythmic pulse, similar to a heartbeat.
He followed the direction of the pulse.
Passing through a few crooked trees, I parted a patch of waist-high gray-green grass.
Then he saw it.
In the very center of the open space, two grayish-white orbs of light floated.
It's not one, it's two.
Two novice Mist Spirits hovered side by side in mid-air, less than five meters apart.
The light cluster was slightly dimmer than the previous one, but its shape and size were exactly the same.
Beneath each cluster of light, the ground was slightly raised.
Guardians are being generated.
"Both of them?" Celia raised an eyebrow. "Brother Tian, is this buy one get one free?"
Lin Tian did not answer.
Two guards emerged from underground.
After the two guards took shape, they simultaneously turned towards Lin Tian.
Their movements are highly synchronized, like puppets being pulled by the same string.
"Wow, we're really on the same wavelength." Celia whistled. "Brother Tian, do you need my help?"
"Need not."
Lin Tian raised his right hand.
Two guards rushed over at the same time.
One from the front, one from the side.
The coordination was much better than the previous lone guard—the one in front charged straight at Lin Tian's chest, while the one on the side circled around to his left rear, blocking his retreat.
Lin Tian did not back down.
His left hand also rose.
The guard's body stiffened at the same time.
Their movements froze at the same moment; the fist in front stopped half a foot from Lin Tian's chest, and the one to the side was less than a meter away from his left shoulder.
Then, both guards shattered simultaneously.
The fragments drifted in the air, like two gray fireworks blooming at the same time.
A system notification popped up.
[Ding! Defeat two Beginner Mist Spirit Guardians.]
[Obtained: Beginner Mist Spirit x2.]
[Current faction score: 30 (including 100 for the first kill reward, but the first kill has already been completed, this should be the accumulated score)]
[Currently, I possess 3 Beginner Spirits of the Mist.]
That makes three.
It took less than five minutes in total.
The efficiency is acceptable.
Lin Tian glanced at the map.
The countdown to the disappearance of the Wailing Wall is 22 minutes.
There is still time.
He quickened his pace and continued walking towards the direction where the fog was thicker.
The fog is getting thicker and thicker.
The visibility ahead has dropped from the initial fifty meters to about thirty meters.
Lin Tian became more vigilant.
In fog of this density, new spirits of mist may emerge at any moment.
……
Marcus DuPont was quick to act as well.
He led the core members of the Imperial Barrier and made rapid advances in the western part of the southern half of the region.
Unlike Lin Tian, they didn't go it alone. Instead, they formed a small search formation—Jack Carnegie led the tanks to scout ahead, Isabella Ford and the mage team followed behind, and Roderick Stanford was responsible for reconnaissance on the flanks.
"Roderick, have you found anything?" Marcus asked.
"Not yet," Roderick's voice came from the flank of the group, "but the fog ahead is getting thicker, so there's a high probability of a Mist Spirit."
"Speed up."
The marching speed of the team increased again.
Isabella jogged to catch up, muttering, "Captain, can we slow down a bit? You know mages have short legs."
"You can ride a broom," Jack said without turning his head.
"I'm not a witch!" Isabella rolled her eyes. "Besides, have you ever seen a proper wizard riding a broomstick?"
"Harry Potter".
"roll."
Marcus didn't participate in the banter; his eyes remained fixed ahead.
After passing through a patch of low bushes, Roderick's voice suddenly changed.
"Got it! About a hundred meters ahead, one—no, three orbs of light!"
"Three?" Marcus frowned.
"Three. All are beginner level."
"Where are the guards?"
"Generating. Three guards, positioned in a triangle."
Marcus made a quick judgment.
"Jack, you take two tanks and hold one down. Isabella, you take the mage team and focus fire on the other. I'll handle the third one. Do it simultaneously and finish it off quickly."
"clear!"
The three of them rushed out at the same time.
A rock and earth shield appeared on Jack's shield, which withstood a guard's frontal assault.
Two tanks attacked from the left and right sides behind him, trapping the guard in place.
"Stop it! Don't let it get away!" Jack yelled.
"Roger!" The tank on the left delivered a shield bash to the guard's side, causing the guard to sway slightly, but he quickly regained his balance.
The tank on the right followed up with a taunt skill, completely diverting the guard's attention.
At the same time, Isabella's ice wall separated a guard, and the mage team unleashed a barrage of fireballs, ice arrows, and arcane missiles, causing the guard's health to drop at a visible rate.
"Mage team, watch your aggro! Don't over-aggro!" Isabella shouted while dealing damage.
"It can't be over-aggroed, this thing doesn't have an aggro list," a mage replied.
"Then beat them to death!"
Marcus charged toward the third guard.
His two-handed greatsword was crackling with lightning as he slashed it down on the guard's chest.
A burst of lightning caused the guard's body to arch backward abruptly.
"Is that all you've got?" Marcus sneered.
The second sword strike.
The guard tried to retaliate, but Marcus was much faster, and his greatsword had already struck its shoulder.
The third sword strike.
Cracks appeared on the guard's translucent body.
The fourth sword strike.
The guard's health was depleted within four sword strikes.
Shattered.
Marcus reached out and caught the falling Mist Spirit, then glanced at the system notification.
[Obtained: Beginner Mist Spirit x1.]
He turned to look at the battle situation of the others.
Jack's side had just finished as well. The three of them, including the two tanks and himself, had less damage output than Marcus, but the guards' health was just so-so, so they were slowly worn down.
As the last guard fell, Roderick had already circled around to the front of the group to continue scouting.
"Captain, all three are cleared." Jack breathed a sigh of relief. "Twenty-three seconds."
"Too slow," Marcus said.
"Big brother, three guards, twenty-three seconds is already very fast." Jack wiped the grayish-white residue off the shield.
"Keep going," Marcus said. "Don't stop."
The team resumed its advance.
Marcus walked at the front, his greatsword resting on his shoulder, his steps steady.
Jack followed diagonally behind him and whispered to Tank beside him, "The captain's got a bit of a temper today."
The two exchanged a glance and silently fell silent.
The fog was churning ahead.