Compared with living horses, the speed of ghost horses is often described as swift and silent as the evening wind in various regional legends. The riders on their backs always come like ghosts born in the shadow of moonlight, coming quietly from the night with dangerous or noble intentions. In fact, the riders on horseback yelled at the battle roar that they inherited from the memory of their ethnic group or blood relatives when they were alive, and their shouts were the same as before. However, as their mounts, ghost horses are no longer as flexible as they were when they were alive. Their limbs showed unnatural rigidity, their eyes were empty, and their hooves swayed like wooden toys made by inferior craftsmen. However, this was the case. After losing all the sense of being creatures, they reached the speed that could never be reached when they were alive, and they ran It''s ironic that their bodies will no longer swing when they run, and the people riding on them will no longer feel bumpy.


    This is not to say that ghost horses are better than living horses, although many people think so, but only those who have a deep understanding of these sad souls and their equally tragic owners can truly understand that there is nothing inside these horses and riders. They died long ago, at a certain time in the so-called past of the possible existence time. For them, after that, there is no future, no time elapse, and there is nothing left, just like a black hole filled with discontent forever.


    People always say that the undead is cold, and the body is cold. That''s right. But undead, undead, there is no substance composed of substance like corpse. Why do they talk about temperature? So the undead are not cold, but the people who touch them are aware of the emptiness within the dead and feel fear, because their bones know that the living are more likely to die, and the emptiness will devour the living as if they had swallowed up the dead. Death is not terrible. If death means the freedom of the soul or the beginning of a new life, it is not terrible at all. What is terrible is nothingness.


    Cheese thought he was used to facing nothingness. He clearly remembered that when he stood next to the autopsy table as an apprentice for the first time, his teacher told him the difference between the corpse and the dead. This distinction contains a hint of nothingness, which is perceptible to the young mage. Many days after that, cheese couldn''t go to sleep smoothly. He began to think about the coming of nothingness and the possibility of nothingness. He tried to convince himself that nothingness was not unacceptable, but responded to his heart throbbing in his chest. After many years, the unsolved problems still come to his mind from time to time, which is one of the reasons why cheese hates the dead so much. Their existence is the manifestation of nothingness.


    But this time, when he had to connect with the undead again and seek the help of Ghost riders and their horses, he was surprised not to feel cold. This is not to say that these souls are any different from what he knew and touched before, and that their inner existence is still void. Just this time, he just didn''t feel that way. With the help of calmness, his magic was more effective than expected. The figures of lotha and Batu were covered by grass in a blink of an eye, while the sky trees in front of him and the terrible worms climbing on them became bigger.


    How to fight against such an opponent? This problem overcame the thinking of the dead and nothingness, and became a proposition that the mage had to face now. It is not the first time that cheese has fought against an enemy much bigger than himself. He once fought and won against the demon lord who can use the castle as a seat on the ice field north of Longji mountain. Even in a more distant time, he and Migo, the red dragon as his partner, had to fight against him. The mage who has experienced this knows that the size of his opponent is not a problem for him who uses magic beyond his physical strength to fight. The real problem is that those who have both the muscle strength of the great physical blessing and the innate or acquired spiritual and even magical existence. Coincidentally, the worm they are facing now is definitely the most powerful one among such beings, not to mention, it is likely that it has not exerted its true ability.


    Get rid of the abnormal existence before it is ready to use the power to shake the world. This is the best way cheese can think of. It is also the very few suggestions he got from the grey tower about the evil gods. The person who gave the advice was his teacher. "They always think of us as ants who don''t understand anything, ladybugs who occasionally climb onto the books they are reading. This is one of the few weaknesses that we can take advantage of. We have to escape or stab them before they realize their mistakes


    Strange to say, when I just left the gray tower, my mind was full of what I saw in front of me. But as time went on, the scene of training in the gray tower gradually became clearer. A lot of things that I didn''t understand at that time and didn''t care about gradually became things that we really need to think about and understand. Maybe this is the relationship between knowledge and experience. This thought of cheese showed a bitter smile. With the idea, the practical action plan is like a river stretching from the origin of his thinking, and turns into a large complex water system between his fingers. However, most of the water system can not escape the fate of being cut off. There are boulders in front of them, or they fall into gullies and dark channels. Few of them can really flow into the distance.


    There are two opportunities. By the time cheese came to this conclusion, they were not far from the worm''s body. From here, we can clearly see the follow-up of the riders who rushed to the huge objects. Most of them were bounced away by the mysterious forces on the surface of the worms, shattered and turned into a fog. If ordinary undead, in the fog, they will disperse, become more broken dust, become more invisible wandering soul. But with the help of a presence that rescued Lothar from the ground, the undead were able to regroup, and even though the second attack would still bounce away, they had a third, fourth chance. Once upon a time, they were able to take advantage of the gaps created by their companions, rush into the barrier of mysterious forces, and cut down huge worms with cold ghost blades. Although the scars are slight, the grassland soldiers who have accumulated over a long period of time are gathered here. If their horses can still raise dust, their running will be enough to set off a sandstorm.But even without sandstorms, the intrepid rider has provided cover for the real sting. In the roar of the worm''s impatience, the three finally reach him.


    "Our goal is the upper part of its body! Jump on it Cried the mage to his companions, then gritted his teeth and tried to get up from the horse. The skin of the worm turned into a wall in front of him, and he could not see the boundary. Just as he was about to hit the wall, his legs suddenly gave force and the whole man jumped into the air!


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