Chapter 253
: In the small compartment with a small explosion, a faint silver light gradually lit up as Athir moved.
The light was pure and soft, and it had the power to bring peace and tranquility to the soul. Once one felt its aura, one's mind would naturally become peaceful.
This is the power of the Moon Elves, which comes from the blood of the Moon Elves and is the most powerful and pure.
As Athir channeled his power into the purple-black crystal in front of him, a change began to occur.
Under the surprised gaze of Yana behind him, the appearance of the crystal in front of him began to change, and a new power emerged in it, quickly covering up the black color in it.
A silver luster mixed in, turning the entire crystal into two distinct colors.
Purple and silver powers flowed through it, occupying most of the crystal. As for the black curse, it had been suppressed in a corner and could hardly be found without careful observation.
After doing all this, Athir withdrew his hand and looked at the fragments of the World Stone in front of him that had almost half turned silver, and he couldn't help feeling tired.
The two powers within this fragment of World Stone are both very powerful. Whether it is the bloodline power of the ancient wizard or the power of the curse, their essence is probably above level four.
Even for Athir, it took some effort to inject his own strength under the pressure of these two forces.
As long as the moon elves reach adulthood, they must reach level 4. The blood power of the moon elves is essentially close to level 4. Therefore, with the support of Athir, the power of the curse can be suppressed.
After all, no matter how powerful the curse itself is, the curse power in the world stone fragments in front of him is only so little. As long as the essence is not too different, it can be continuously suppressed or even erased by Athir.
In order to suppress such a small amount of curse power, Athir injected almost half of the power of the moon elf into it, and only then was he able to barely suppress the power of the curse.
Thinking of this, Athir's mind moved, and the fragments of the World Stone in front of him disappeared directly on the spot, and were collected by Athir's Emerald Seal in an instant.
"let's go."
After doing this, Athir glanced around casually. Seeing that there was nothing around, he said to Yana, "Sol should be in trouble soon."
"Will it matter?"
Since it was about her husband, Yana's face immediately became nervous, and she looked at Athir nervously and asked.
"It won't be a big problem for now, but if it's delayed for too long, it's hard to say for sure."
Looking at Yana beside him, Athir said casually.
If his guess was correct, most of the people in this village should have been quietly eroded by the curse. It was only because of the combined effect of the barrier and the curse that these people still thought they were still alive and even continued to live according to their previous habits and thinking.
But now, the fragments of the world stone used to maintain the barrier have been collected by Athir, and the suppressing effect of the barrier is about to disappear. Those who were originally dead are probably about to reveal their true faces now.
This is equivalent to being in a den of ghosts. Thor is alone among those cursed undead. One can imagine what will happen next.
"You stay here."
Looking at the pale Yana holding the child beside him, Athir said casually: "This is the place where the barrier power is the strongest. It will be safe for at least one or two days. Those curses dare not come to find you."
"You stay here. I'll come pick you up after I finish dealing with those things."
After saying this, he moved, disappeared from the spot, and left quickly.
Far away, on the other side.
The bonfire in the village was still burning, and there was a man dancing and celebrating wildly.
Thor was among them, together with Xi'er and other tribesmen who he used to be familiar with. It seemed that he had let go of some of his previous uneasiness, and was now infected by the warm atmosphere around him and was having a great time there.
But as time went by, everything around me began to change slowly.
One by one, the familiar faces began to change. Their complexions went from lively at the beginning to stiff, and finally to pale.
At the beginning, Thor was not online, but after a while, he began to realize something was wrong.
After all, he is not an ordinary man. Since the disaster several years ago, he has been traveling alone from the desert to the south. During these years of wandering, he not only has to deal with the pursuit of the curse, but also has to face various dangerous situations. He has long developed a vigilant instinct.
Not only him, but everyone else began to sense something unusual, and a strong sense of uneasiness arose in their hearts.
"Something's wrong."
Standing on a high platform, looking at a familiar tall figure in front of him, Thor frowned, and the uneasiness that had been suppressed before resurfaced in his heart.
In front of him, a tall and strong but pale middle-aged man like a corpse was still standing there. There was a conspicuous scar on his face. He was standing in front of a wooden table, drinking wine in big gulps.
This person was Xier who had brought Thor here before, but his appearance had changed a little at this time.
Perhaps because he had not been dead for long, Xier's appearance had changed the most compared to the other people around him. Not only had his face become pale and stiff, but there was also a faint blood color in his eyes, which looked very scary.
Looking closely at this familiar face, Thor even found some signs of decay, as if it was a corpse that had been left for several days.
But even with such an obvious change, Xier himself did not notice it at all. He was still holding up his glass and drinking from it, looking like he was having a lot of fun.
Not only him, but also the other people around him did not react at all to the changes in Xier, as if they did not see anything and were still playing with him.
Standing silently in the corner of the platform, observing the situation quietly, Thor felt a sense of horror rising from his heart, and his hands and feet were cold.
He didn't dare to make any big movements for fear of attracting those people's attention, so he retreated as quietly as possible, preparing to leave this place and look for Athir.
Besides him, there were a few relatively normal tribesmen around him. After seeing something wrong, they were also silently preparing to flee from the spot, not daring to make any sound.
"Thor, what are you doing there?"
Before he had taken a few steps, a voice that made Thor's heart chill suddenly rang out, causing his hands to tremble subconsciously.
He turned around and looked back, and saw Xier walking towards him in front of a bonfire, holding a wine glass in his hand.
While walking, Xier's movements were extremely stiff, and even the flesh on his face was rotting rapidly. A piece of human skin was hanging down with a little blood and flesh, which made Thor feel a little disgusted just by looking at it.
"Thor, why don't you come drink with us?"
Striding up to Thor, Xier looked at him stiffly with a cold face and asked.
"No, nothing."
Resisting the urge to escape, Thor forced a smile on his face, looked at Xi'er in front of him and said, "I just want to go back and get some things, and I will be back to be with you soon."
"Oh, is that so?"
Xier didn't seem to think too much about it. When he heard what Thor said, he nodded directly: "Then go quickly, we are waiting for you to drink here!"
After saying this, he paused in his tracks and seemed to have really stopped moving.
Looking at Xier's performance, Thor felt a little relieved. He turned around, accelerated his pace, and was about to take this opportunity to leave quickly.
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded, making his heart tense instantly.
"Lord Xier, what happened to your face?"
In the corner of the platform, a native was holding food in his hand. He looked at Xier's face which was beginning to rot and deteriorate, and spoke with some fear. His voice sounded trembling.
These natives were all slaves bought by Michael in the past. They were responsible for doing some complicated tasks and were unaware of the curse, so they dared to speak at this time.
"My face?"
Hearing the words of the native in front of him, Xier was stunned, then subconsciously stretched out his hand and wiped his face hard with it.
In an instant, Xi'er's face became flesh and blood. The originally rotten face became even more terrifying, and the rotten flesh on it became more obvious. Only a pair of eyes were intact.
"This is... blood..."
Staring blankly at the disgusting flesh and blood on his palm, Xier stood there in a daze, seemingly unable to react.
"Yes...I already..."
The next moment, a glimmer of understanding flashed in his eyes, and his pupils suddenly widened and turned pure scarlet.
"not good!!"
At this moment, Thor only felt a strong malice coming from behind him.
Just as he was about to run as fast as he could, he felt a hand quietly and silently resting on his shoulder.
It was a pale and stiff arm, with a chill on it that reminded people of the ice in the cold winter.
"Thor... where... do you... want to go..."
Behind him, intermittent voices came. The further back he went, the more mechanical they became. There was no emotion in their voices, and it didn't sound like Xi'er's voice at all.
The next moment, Thor felt as if the world had gone quiet. In the dark night, there should have been the humming of insects and the sound of bonfires burning, but at this moment, all of them disappeared. Only a cold chill was left surging from his body, accompanied by a strong feeling of awkwardness and discomfort in his body.
That was the feeling of the curse in the body beginning to erupt. At this moment, it seemed to be guided by an external force and began to erupt once again, causing Thor's body to become sluggish.
The next moment, when Thor regained consciousness, he heard gusts of wind whistling around his ears.
At some point, he was already flying in the air, as if he had just been knocked out, and finally hit the ground hard, making a loud noise.
But even so, despite being hit so hard, he was not injured, and did not even feel any severe pain.
Because on his body, a faint silver barrier began to emerge, with waves of force field emerging on it, offsetting all the damage Thor suffered.
"This feeling is... the power of Lord Athir."
Looking at the light silver barrier emerging around his body, Thor reacted quickly, quickly got up from the ground and looked into the distance.
In the distance, Xier's appearance had completely changed. His entire body was covered with a thick black aura, which slowly condensed into a black robe, completely covering his figure. Only a pair of scarlet eyes were exposed. He looked extremely weird and there was no trace of Xier's past appearance.
At the feet of this man in black, there were several corpses lying quietly on the ground. The marks on the corpses were very exaggerated, and the flesh and blood seemed to be crushed. It looked like a layer of red meat sauce was spread on the ground, which was extremely terrifying.
Looking at this scene, Thor felt a sense of relief.
If a layer of barrier had not suddenly appeared on his body just now, he would probably have turned into a pool of human-shaped meat paste like those natives.
But now is not the time to worry about this.
The curse on Xier erupted, and he turned into a monster in black.
But the horror is still far away.
When they saw the black monster that Xier had transformed into, the people sitting by the campfire in the distance were all stunned, and then their figures began to change constantly.
Just like Xier before, thick black aura began to emerge from their bodies, and their dull and lifeless eyes began to turn scarlet, and finally they collectively turned into black monsters.
For a moment, hundreds of black monsters were displayed here, and with the bonfire in the distance, it looked like a banquet among monsters.
Staring blankly at this scene, almost all the surviving members of the Crassus tribe, including Thor, were filled with despair and could not muster the courage to fight back.
The curse is not as easy to fight against as imagined. Even though people like Thor, as descendants of ancient wizards, are born with superhuman powers, they are only comparable to a knight's apprentice. This may be considered very good for ordinary people, but facing the black monster formed by the outbreak of the curse, they are just a piece of cake.
Even Thor, who was taught by Athir and had strength comparable to that of a knight, was no match for this black-clad monster and could only flee in embarrassment.
What's more, there are not just one black-clad monster in front of us, but hundreds of them.
Such a terrifying number is enough to make people despair. Even if there was a real wizard here, he would probably be overwhelmed at this moment.
The faint moonlight lit up all around, and several fireballs the size of human heads fell from the sky, hitting several black monsters and creating several deep pits on the ground.
In the distance, Athir, dressed in white, couldn't help but frown as he looked at the black monsters everywhere around him.
"Lord Athir!" Thor's voice came from a distance.
When Thor saw Athir arriving in time, he heaved a sigh of relief, but he was still on edge. He ran towards Athir and shouted, "The curse here has erupted. Let's go!"
He looked at the tribesmen fleeing in panic, took a deep breath, and finally hardened his heart and ignored them.
PS: I hope all the kids who are taking the exams pass! (including me)
(End of this chapter)