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Chapter 133 Trial of Mist
Chapter 133 Trial of Mist
"Magnubbie's ass!" Geb was startled by the ugly fish-man; he had never seen anything so strange before!
The merman seemed even more surprised than Geb, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. The merman's appearance was somewhat strange, with a dark red scar on the left side of his face.
Just as Gebu was about to make a move, the other party turned and ran away—don't let its short and stout appearance fool you, it was surprisingly fast, and in an instant it rolled into the mist and disappeared from sight.
"Gurgle gurgle!"
"Glug! Glug glug!"
The voices of the fish-men rose and fell in the mist. Yet, they heard voices that were not their own.
What happened? Where is everyone?
Don't rush—calm down.
Observe, analyze, act.
Gebu retreated to the corner, crouched down to conceal himself, and observed the faintly visible fish-man shadows through the mist.
Tall, short — some are robust, some are petite.
Wait a moment----
The magic in Goblin's blood resonated faintly with the ether in the air—the veil of reality distorted gently before the goblin wizard's eyes, like a distant scene warped and deformed by rising hot breath.
A hallucination? Geb's mind raced:
That fishman from before was short and stout, with scars on his face—he didn't attack people, but instead ran away.
Could it be Dulin?!
The goblin instantly realized that the mist was some kind of illusion magic, turning everyone into the appearance of a merman—he himself should also appear as a merman to others.
Combined with Dulin's gurgling sounds earlier—not only in appearance, but also in the fact that everyone's language had become a murmured, incomprehensible language for fish-men—[the text abruptly ends here].
So, are we going to kill each other like this?! Gebu frowned, wondering what to do. He had figured it out, but the others might not.
Communication techniques? Do they even work?
Gebu tried using a communication spell on a figure in the fog—the figure paused for a moment, and after half a second, a response sounded in Gebu's mind: "Gurgle gurgle?!"
"Alright, forget about it." Gebu sighed, rubbing his forehead. He crouched down and stealthily moved through the fog. He spotted a lone, tall, thin fishman—
Judging by her physique—tall, sturdy, and straight—like a ribbonfish, it's almost certainly a female swordswoman.
Suddenly, the ribbonfish turned its head, shouted "Gurgle!" and charged towards Gebu, clutching a rusty harpoon in its hand!
This kind of brainless, impulsive personality is definitely a swordswoman!!
Gebu didn't dodge. Instead, he stood at attention, focused his energy in his dantian, and then exaggeratedly raised his hands, making a gesture of surrender!
The rushing ribbonfish was stunned to find that the little fishman in front of it had surrendered without even fighting. It hesitated for a moment and didn't bring down its harpoon.
Gebu points two fingers at the sword-wielding woman, mimicking a sword-wielding motion, then points to himself, making a cool gesture of unleashing a burning hand.
The ribbonfish said, puzzled, "Glug glug?" as if it didn't understand.
By the way, she's never seen me use magic—in the woman's mind, what's the most memorable thing about Gub?
Gebu thought for a moment, then made a drinking gesture, pointing at the woman with the knife, then at himself, imitating putting his arm around her shoulder, and then putting his hand next to his face to imitate sleeping.
"Glug glug glug!!" The ribbonfish's pointed face turned red instantly, and it picked up the harpoon and stabbed at the little guy in front of it!
"Magnubier!" Gebu jumped back a step, dodging the ribbonfish's attack—I was referring to the fact that my identity was discovered after the wine tasting, and this guy mistook it for some kind of strange invitation?!
Gebu made a ceasefire gesture again, and the ribbonfish charged forward menacingly! Gebu hurriedly pointed to himself, making a lewd gesture of rubbing his hands together greedily while muttering something.
The ribbonfish suddenly realized! He pointed at Gebu, crossed his arms, and struck a smug, punchable pose.
Hey! Is that how you see me?! Gebu was furious. You damn ribbonfish!
After recognizing each other, the two communicated through gestures. Gebu instructed the woman with the knife to protect her back, stay close, and not separate.
The two explored through the fog—and soon, they heard the sounds of battle ahead. A huge shark and an eel were locked in a fierce struggle within the fog.
The eel, using the mist as cover, darted and weaved with incredible agility—that must be a weasel, so the other big one must be Soton. The shark patiently remained on its defensive, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
Wait a minute—is this a good opportunity to let them kill each other? Geb suddenly thought.
On the one hand, there's already a shortage of manpower; the kobolds and dwarves aren't exactly reliable fighting forces. At most, there are only four people.
On the other hand, the half-deer and the weasel are not trustworthy. Even if they escape, who knows what conspiracies await them?
Just as Gebu hesitated, the eel emerged from the mist and lunged at the shark from behind!
The shark suddenly spun around and, in mid-air, grabbed the eel man by the throat with one hand like catching a bird, then slammed him to the ground!
"Gurgle!" The eel man let out a scream. The shark man pulled out a curved fish bone from his waist and was about to chop down when the eel suddenly twisted its body and bit the big fish man's hand!
The shark-man released his grip and swung his sword. The eel-man dodged and rolled, and as he stood up and looked up, he bumped right in front of Gebu and the ribbonfish (the swordswoman).
Four fish eyes met two fish eyes, and the three of them were stunned for a moment. In the eyes of the eel-man, Gebu saw a hint of surprise, and then she suddenly realized—the scent on the people had changed. She didn't recognize Soton, but after seeing the other fish-men, she instantly realized who it was!
Just as Gebu was about to engage in a verbal exchange with her, the eel-man (weasel) who recognized Gebu suddenly lunged at his throat. Gebu instantly cast a shield spell, and the eel-man missed its target and froze in place. The woman with the slash also reacted at this moment and kicked the eel-man backward!
Damn it! This guy's trying to kill me in the chaos!
Gebu no longer hesitated. Now it wasn't a matter of how he planned things—this weasel never intended for him to leave alive!
The eel-man's surprise attack failed, and the swordswoman was already standing in front of Gebu, holding a harpoon in a defensive stance. Seeing no opportunity, the eel tried to slip away, but just then, Gebu suddenly heard a familiar bowstring twang!
Thornton shot an arrow!
The eel and Gebu reacted at the same time: the eel man tried to dodge immediately, but Gebu was faster, using a wizard's hand to grab the eel man's arm from a distance!
puff!
The eel-man broke free from the wizard's grasp and took two steps forward, but then he couldn't move any further. "Cough!"
She covered her mouth with her hand, coughed, and then looked at the red blood on her hand in disbelief.
The arrow pierced her throat from behind. The eel-man gripped the arrowhead protruding from under her chin, trying to pull it out—but he lacked the strength.
She fell to the ground, struggled a couple of times, and several blood bubbles bleed from the blood vessel in her throat.
Snapped.
The blood bubble burst, and a hint of resentment appeared in the eel-woman's eyelidless eyes. She stopped moving and died.
The instant the eel-man died, a sudden gust of wind, seemingly out of nowhere, blinded them, and the thick fog in the room began to dissipate. A few seconds later, when people opened their eyes again, the room had returned to normal, and the people had regained their original appearances.
The weasel lay dead on its side on the ground.
The half-deer man, Thordon, was trembling violently. He rushed to the corpse of the beastman and lifted her head.
The woman's body showed no reaction.
"Healing potion—give me a healing potion."
"The medicine won't save her—Soton," Geb whispered.
No one saw the Wizard's Hand's actions; from any angle, it was Thorton who killed his own companion.
Serves him right, that weasel brought it on himself. Gebu thought.
However, seeing Thornton's appearance still made me a little sad—when did my emotions become so complicated?
Shouldn't we be happy when the enemy dies? Empathy is such a hateful thing.
The beastman's breath was like the cold wind of winter, choked between the leafless, withered branches.
Thornton closed his eyes.
one second.
two seconds.
When the half-deer opened his eyes, he had already processed the grief of losing his companion and regained his calm expression.
"If you need some time—" Geb said in a low voice.
"Time won't bring the dead back to life," Thorton said coldly. "Let's go. Where are the dwarf and that kobold?"
Gebu looked around, but the two men were nowhere to be seen—the stone gate that had been there was now open. When was it opened?
The goblin glanced at the ground and suddenly understood. The weasel had died right on the Traveler's disc, her blood staining the entire disc red, the runes on its surface flickering with a mocking light.
—Traveler, as expected of an evil god— Geb removed the mask from his neck and put it into his dimensional bag.
Let's not use it today — it feels a bit scary.
Just as Gebu was still feeling shaken, a dwarf's scream suddenly came from the other side of the door!