What was in front of him.
Kant did not know, but the appearance of the undead skeletons had obviously shattered some of his thoughts.
Reality was undoubtedly cruel.
There was definitely something wrong in the depths of the Nahrin Desert!
It was not a small problem.
If even the undead skeletons had appeared, no one knew if there would be even more terrifying undead creatures.
For example, in the temple in the underground city of the karst cave, the Divine Lich that claimed to be the Pope that was afraid by the mages from the Mage Tower of the Enfath Empire that had been tested on the battlefield for a long time. This kind of strong opponent might even exist in the depths of Nahrin Desert!
"If it really appears, then it will be troublesome."
Kant could not help but mutter to himself.
The bones scattered all over the ground made him frown, but he still ordered in a low voice, "Continue moving forward."
The knights looked at each other and restrained the extraordinary aura on their bodies. They returned to their normal state and surrounded Kant. They slowly rode their horses forward, but there was a grave expression on their faces.
No matter what they encountered, they were always slightly shocked by such an inhuman enemy.
But they were still fearless.
Even if the dead were resurrected, they were still lambs waiting to be slaughtered under the horses' hooves and longsword.
So what if they were undead? They were just a pile of useless broken bones. These knights were still quite confident in their own martial strength. After all, they had completely grasped extraordinary power. They believed that they were the strongest!
These skeletons, which could even kill a few with a long scythe in the hands of a peasant, posed no threat at all!
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The positive energy flames that erupted from the royal knights' bodies were almost the natural enemies of these undead.
Not to mention that they did not use any extraordinary power, even if they relied solely on their physical attributes and armor's defense, it was enough to sweep away these undead skeletons that did not have any weapons.
The combat strength of both sides was not on the same level.
The difference was like heaven and earth!
They continued to go deeper.
Under the starry sky, the temperature suddenly dropped, and even the moonlight carried a chill.
Kant wrapped himself in his leather coat, but he still felt the coldness around his body. He could not help but pull the reins and let the white mist-spewing warhorse under his legs run slower.
Warhorse could move, and its whole body was hot.
But Kant, who was riding on his back, was undoubtedly uncomfortable with the cold.
Moreover, when he turned his head to look around, he saw that there was a white mist in the distance. Kant could not help but lower his head and say, "It's foggy."
"Yes, fog."
The mage apprentices also nodded.
They shivered and curled up on their horses, but they still held their staffs tightly in their hands. In a deep voice, they reminded Kant, "Actually, there is fog around us, and there is frost on the ground."
Kant looked down and narrowed his eyes slightly. "Yes."
As expected.
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If one looked carefully, it was indeed frost. It was connected to the surrounding white fog. Although there was no wind, the chill was very deep.
It was the kind of the deep chill from the one that hated the living!
"The aura of negative energy is very strong."
The mage apprentice reminded.
"Yes.", Kant nodded.
Although the surrounding white fog was very weak at the beginning and could not even block out the gentle moonlight, as they went deeper into the Nahrin Desert, it unknowingly became thicker and thicker. In the end, they could not even see clearly from a hundred meters away.
Occasionally, there would be the sound of bones cracking in the surroundings.
It was as if there were undead skeletons walking around.
The sand on the ground had already turned into frost, and there was even a slight melting of the ice surface.
The horseshoes hit the sand layer heavily, leaving behind not only splashing pits but orderly footprints. The sound that appeared also changed from a simple "Pu Pu" sound to a roar that was no different from normal.
"The situation is not right."
Kant muttered.
He was not referring to the surrounding white fog and frost, nor were he referring to the undead skeletons. He was referring to the environment.
According to the description of the captives from the expedition army of the Kingdom of Gray Mane, the deeper they went into the Nahrin Desert, the less cold they would feel even at night, especially near the Devil's Land. It was almost as hot as daytime.
This was also the reason why they did not dare to walk there. Even if they brought sunshade items, they would be dehydrated from the sun until they fainted due to heat exhaustion, turning into a pile of useless mummies!
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Kant thought that he should be close to the Devil's Land.
But it was still very cold in the night. It really made him feel strange and scare.
He had not noticed it before. After all, he had not thought about it for a moment. Now that he thought about it, he was clearly close to the Devil's Land. Even the sunlight during the day was getting more intense, but the night was even colder.
Even the ground was starting to freeze.
"Something's really wrong!"
Kant muttered to himself.
He looked up and saw that the fog around him had become very thick.
The white fog was like a pale white skeleton, with faint cracking sounds coming from within.
His vision was limited to a range of a hundred meters, but fortunately, the moonlight in the sky didn't seem to be blocked by much. Instead, it continued to pour into the thick fog, illuminating Kant and the others.
The mage apprentices had an explanation for this.
"These thick fog and frost are the products of the accumulation of negative energy."
The mage apprentice said, "Especially at night, when the water element at the bottom of the sand layer rises and is mixed with negative energy, it is easy to form these thick fog and frost. If it were in a swamp area, the thick fog and frost would be even more severe. At that time, even the moonlight containing negative energy would not be able to shine down."
"The Sky Veil of Death?", Kant instantly recalled the famous group amplification status and weather change form of the undead in literature. It could be said to be a signature level spell.
"Hmm... similar."
The apprentice was somewhat hesitant.
They came from the world of "Wind of War. There were also undead in their world, and they were the archenemies of the Enfath Empire.
However, looking at the thick fog around them. the mage apprentices hesitated and said, "This thick fog doesn't seem like the resentment of the creatures that were massacred with pure negative energy. Instead, it's like the super-large poisonous cloud spell cast by the cult warlocks or magic eyes. However, it's not poisonous. It's just coldness."
This indeed made the mage apprentices confused.
Kant was equally confused.
Shaking his head, his eyes stared straight ahead. Teams of black shadows appeared in the thick fog.
"Prepare for battle!"
The knight's captain issued a warning.
The teams of shadows in front had already stopped moving forward. They slowly turned their heads to look over. Even in the thick fog, one could see the blue soul fire burning and jumping. It carried the hatred of the living as it looked at Kant and the others.
It was as if in this thick fog, the perception and movements of these undead skeletons had become stronger!
"Kill!"
Kant ordered in a deep voice.
The sound of horse hooves rang out, and the layer of sand that had been frozen by frost was directly crushed.
The royal knights burst out with golden light all over their bodies. The power of the king was revealed as flames, and they directly swept across the undead skeletons in front of them. The horse hooves trampled on the broken bones, and with a single charge, they destroyed the small group of hundreds of undead skeletons.
Even if there were a few of them left, they were still approaching Kant. However, they were easily chopped into pieces by the Lion Knights.
"They are so weak."
The Sarleon Lion Knights looked relaxed.
In this mist that was filled with pure negative energy, the Lion Knights, who also had the power of blood-colored negative energy, felt that they were alright. Even if they did not burst out with extraordinary power, they still felt that they had been strengthened.
Negative energy did not represent evil.
The most typical example was moonlight, which was the most literal embodiment of negative energy.
And positive energy also did not represent justice. The scorching sun could also cause people to die from heatstroke.
Just like the Holy See of the Silver Platter Kingdom.
They did not think that the positive energy of the sun and the negative energy of the moon represented justice and death. Instead, they called the beneficial parts of the sunlight and the beneficial parts of the moonlight -- Holy Light!
This was true justice.
However, it was not the time to delve into this.
"Continue moving forward!"
Kant hesitated for a moment, but he still made up his mind.
He had to complete the system quest. At the same time, he wanted to see what was going on in this place!
The knights moved forward.
The mage apprentices also turned their senses to the maximum.
As they went deeper, the temperature dropped sharply. Thick fog and frost filled the air, and even the sand layer had frozen. It was like the surface of ice, causing the knights to release a little supernatural power to dispel the chill.
On Kant's waist, the Sword of King also released a golden light.
It covered his entire body, dispelling the chill from the negative energy in the outside world. It was considered warm in front of him.
The mage apprentices also rode on the horses. They used the elemental power they had mastered and began to spread around their bodies. They especially relied on the positive energy emitted from the knights and Kant's bodies to maintain their energy and warmth, they would not be dragged down by the long journey.
But even so, a little frost appeared between their brows that were exposed.
White mist spurted out from the warhorses beneath them.
The entire environment was so cruel that it was as if it had sunk into a land of ice.
"Rumble --"
The horseshoes heavily struck the layer of sand that had solidified, only leaving a small mark of two centimeters.
They did not rest in the middle of the night. Instead, they continued forward in the face of the cold, relying on their supernatural powers to forcefully march forward.
Fortunately, everyone had rested for the entire day and had recovered their stamina. Otherwise, even if they possessed supernatural powers, forcefully marching forward would cause them to become increasingly exhausted and tired. This would not make up for the losses.
In the successive forced marching, they encountered two groups of undead skeletons.
It was still a group of hundreds of skeletons.
They were wearing tattered light-yellow hoods and robes with a few ancient patterns.
They looked like they were on a pilgrimage, walking towards the depths of the Nahrin Desert. It seemed like they would never get tired, and that was indeed the case. The undead did not get tired. As long as their bones and bodies were not damaged, they would move like perpetual motion machines.
But soon, they also rested.
The knights destroyed every undead skeleton they saw.
Even if they wanted to go around them, these skeletons would carry a hatred for the living and launch a slow and ridiculous attack on them. It was better to strike first.
They moved forward without resting even at night.
All the way to the depths of the desert.
Just before dawn, Kant saw an unusual scene in front of him.
The thick fog was dispelled and replaced by a grayish-black fog.
Thick black clouds appeared in the sky, blotting out the sun.
The slight cold wind was still blowing.
Faintly, a tragic wail sounded in his ears. It was as if something was begging for mercy before it died, as well as cursing at everything!
