The red shadow suddenly froze. It stopped in front of Vincent's shadow. The sharp paw slowly

draws back in front of him.

'You... You can see me? Ho..." It came faintly in a sound similar to the pumping of a bellows.

"You... Can see? '

Vincent slowly rose from the shadows and stood before the red air shadow: "What are you?"

'I... I don't know... ' The red shadow took a step back and slowly began to transform into a

cloud. 'I... Didn't know I was... What I am now... '

Vincent frowned. He had just closed his eyes but had been watching with the power of his

penetrating eye, so he could see this foreign object slowly rising from the ground. Although

this cloud was really standing in front of him, if he had not used his penetrating eye, he would

have never seen a trace of it.

As the wizard began to recall the various texts he had read, he remembered a few monsters

that resembled the clouds: the Neigen, for example, and the Shadow. But he had never seen

anything like this red cloud.

"What are you doing here? Why are you attacking soldiers here? '

'I... I didn't. I... I didn't attack anybody. It was someone else... Did it."

Vincent frowned and stared at the gaseous object in front of him, which had shrunk into a

ball. From all the current circumstances, the object in front of him, which appears invisible to

ordinary vision, is most likely the murderer.

"Small... Small heart..." There was a sudden shriek in the clouds, and he sank to the ground

with a swish.

Vincent did not understand what was happening, but subconsciously looked down at the

rapidly sinking smoke. Just then, he felt something fly past the back of his neck. With a slight

"whooshing" sound, it left a hot trail on the back of his neck.

The mage rolled over and ran his hand over the back of his head. He held it in front of him

and found a hand full of blood. "Hardy, Mark! The enemy is coming! Take cover! Mirror art!!"

Warning his companion, the mage reflexively performed the illusion. Immediately, there

appeared around the mage five visions that were identical to his own. The shadows changed

positions to hide the real mage's position.

Hardy rose to his feet, holding his great sword in both hands and glancing around. "Vincent,

where are you? Where are the enemies?" At the very moment he asked, another whoosh flew

towards the soldier. Sensing the attack, Hardy twisted at his back and blocked the oncoming

object with his broad sword.

A long crossbow landed with a clank on the hard mine floor.

Mark woke up, but he didn't get up. He was lying on the ground with his crossbow in his hand

looking down the dark passage. As Hardy deflected the bolt, he snapped his little finger and

the same bolt flew into the depths of the passage. Then, Mark the wrist a shake, the crossbow

turned a circle in the air and two "stain" stain, again a crossbow arrow was already in place,

cross bowstring automatic ground good also. Mark wasted no time and fired another arrow

into the darkness.

The first arrow went out without a sound, but the second arrow went out with a ding. Vincent

knew that the first arrow had hit the target and the second had only hit the wall. The Wizard

recovered from his initial confusion, and his penetrating eye immediately began to search for

the situation.

A creature resembling a standing lizard holding a large, strangely shaped crossbow was

hiding in an underground passageway. With Mark's first shot crossbow stuck in his shoulder,

it glided down the passageway quickly until it disappeared. Vincent's insight is not a form of

magic, but is given by his mentor using his own magic to enhance Vincent's powers of

observation. It is able to see the nature of things under the control of the mind of its owner,

and even invisible and spiritual beings cannot escape this kind of surveillance. But there is a

limit to the total amount of matter it can see through, tied to the user's mind control. Vincent

can't see that far down now.

Calling the two men to follow, Vincent finds a hidden passageway by the side of a mine car

that has been overturned on the side of the road. Lifting the top cover, several people are

about to go down.

"Don't... Don't go down there... ' The shadow of the red mist slowly floated out from the side

again.

Vincent held on to the soldier who was about to jump into the hole, then watched the air

shrink into a small mass. Hardy and Mark stared wide, looking around for the source of the

noise.

"Why did you stop us? Vincent faces the red mist and asks puzzled.

"They, they have organs down there... The first one down is fine, and the last one is like this..."

The red mist slowly morphed, split into two pieces, then shook itself back together quickly.

'What did it become? Become what?" Mark asked eagerly. Vincent waved his hand to stop

talking for a while. "Do you know how to follow him?"

"Well..." There was a brief silence before the soft-spoken answer came back: "I... I have an

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Follow the fog. Vincent, Hardy and Mark go deeper into the mine. All the way, Hardy looked

around to find the voice that had been talking, but they could see nothing in front of them

except the empty passage.

"Just... Here it is..." The red mist stopped, stretched out a small piece of gas, and became a

hand, pointing to a stone wall next to it.

Vincent looked in the direction it pointed. It showed a thick wall of stone, and only when he

gazed at it with his penetrating eye could he barely see a passage behind it. Looking at the

surroundings, it must be said that, unless one is skilled and experienced in dealing with this

kind of secret door, the average person really does not detect it.

Pointing to the location of the hidden door, Vincent said to Hardy and Mark, "This is it."

Hardy stepped forward and pushed hard against the wall. There was a squawking sound, but

the secret door did not budge. Mark walked to the door and gently ran his hand over the

stone wall. He took out a dagger and gently ran it against the wall. Soon he had the outline

of the door. He stood in front of the door and lowered his head to think for a moment. Then

he turned and "clunked" to the opposite wall and started to feel around there again.

With the dull sound of "boom, boom, boom," the secret door in front of him was drawn back

into the cave -- so that it was once a rolling stone. Mark was standing on the other side of

the passage, holding a lever that was hidden behind the wall.

"Well, a lot of these doors have an opening mechanism, and it's usually on the opposite side

of the door somewhere." 'Mark said happily, brushing the dust off his hands. The three men

walked in through the secret door.

The air inside the cave was very thick, and there must have been no wind for a long time.

Vincent walked slowly forward. Only when they felt that the air quality was good enough did

they go some distance.

In this cave, there is a surprising lack of debris. There were no cobwebs, no litter, and the floor

was clean -- a thick layer of dust.

Vincent As they turned a corner, a surprise appeared before them.

It was a huge golem, all of it metallic and silver-white, with only a few spots of rusted copper;

It was engraved with red magic runes that covered every corner of its body; Both arms and

half a leg had fallen from his body and lay under a thick layer of dust. The whole statue lay

still in a hollow hole in the stone wall, staring dully at the ceiling. The shape of the hole

matched the figure of the golem, and it looked as if the golem had been smashed into the

wall by a great force and had been broken in this way.

In a corner beside the Golem lay a chest, half open, full of papers and scrolls. Vincent

estimated that according to the thickness of the dust, no one had visited the place for at least

a thousand years. The papers and scrolls were not rotten. There was only one possibility: they

were possessed with magic or were magic scrolls themselves.

Mark would walk up and examine the broken leg of the golem on the floor, and he would

turn to Vincent and say, "This is Mithril. The whole Golem is Mithril! But here's the weird thing...

These mithril aren't as good as the ones you brought."

"Long ago, according to the books, there was a power to make mithril. It was a new concept

of construction creatures: they had a speed unmatched by any other organ creature, and they

destroyed all obstacles in their rapid advance. And, scariest of all, they are themselves immune

to all magic. They are designed to protect their vulnerable master, the Great Arcane, if they

run out of magic. Even the Great Arcane would not choose to fight such creations head-on.

They were basically the most powerful killing machines on the battlefield -- there were, of

course, pure gold goliath, but that was too slow -- and when the Grand Arcane disappeared,

so did the way they were made."

'Sounds like they can still be made in large quantities? Mark looked at the behemoth in front

of him. "It has to be made with less mithril!"

"Don't worry, those aren't mithril ores. They used a strange spell to turn iron into mithril. The

arcane is mostly lost now."

'Basically... Lost, what does that mean." The mist, floating in front of the demon, slowly said

to the mage.

Looking at the red smoke and the red magic tattoo on the golem, Vincent gradually

understood the general situation in his heart. He considered the words: "Although I do not

know how to use this magic, I know something that may record this magic."

The red mist hung motionless in the air, and two black eyes stared at the wizard. It was a long

time before he spoke again. "Yes... If you have the magic, can't you fix this... The golem?"

"Can"

The red mist swirled twice around the demon and drifted to Vincent and their side. "Do you

swear..."

Vincent smiled at the red mist and said, "Yes."