I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages

Dawn.

In thin mist.

An all-male party left the town on foot and headed north.

It took them 2 hours to walk across the plains covered with red thorns, and arrived at the entrance of the Mist Shadow Mountains.

At that time the sun was rising.

The scenery on the plain is unobstructed.

But after entering the mountain.

Visibility dropped drastically.

Even Roger's real vision lost its effect in the presence of that strange mist.

"It's the power of personality..."

Roger followed closely behind Roddick.

On the surface, this appears to be a devotion to duty.

In fact, he didn't want to lose the only guide in the team.

The composition of this team is more complicated.

Except for a group of disheveled men with unknown origins.

The rest were temporary guards Roddick had recruited in the town.

Their duty is to escort the old man back and forth between "Smoky Mountain Town" and "Drovas".

But the leader is still the old man himself.

...

"Follow those who don't want to die!"

"After entering the mountain, no matter what happens, don't stop; the situation in this mountain is very complicated, once you get lost, you will be lost forever!"

"In the next 5 days, we have to rush to the "shelter" along the way before dark every day, so don't hold me back..."

This is what the old man repeatedly told me before departure.

The sixth sense told Roger.

Roddick wasn't exaggerating.

The Foggy Shadow Mountains do have a lot of history.

He inquired from Tauren Alan——

It is rumored that a Practitioner of the Kingdom of God who specialized in "Mist Person" died here many years ago.

I don't know why.

Its divine kingdom did not collapse after the death of its master.

Instead, it merged with this mountain range.

This has led to strange things happening in the mountains from time to time.

Before Drovas was established.

These mountains are truly extinct.

In this kind of place.

No guide is a dead end.

So Roger didn't dare to make too much of it.

He followed closely behind the old man's ass.

Because it was too tight.

Several times he could detect the strange eyes of others.

Roger didn't care about that.

current stage.

All he wanted was to enter Drovas safely.

After that is the stage of playing by ear.

Although the queen asked him to investigate the abnormal situation in that city.

But she also mentions that there are a lot of "ghost crows" in Drovas.

This made it difficult for Roger to prioritize the investigation tasks at the top.

"I hope that the crows in Drovas are all evil ghost crows. The ordinary crows mixed in by the mirror lake are too disturbing..."

With such thoughts in mind.

Roger passed the first day in the mountain smoothly.

Before evening.

On the misty narrow path.

Roddick suddenly shouted:

"stop!"

Then he ran to the front mountain wall alone and touched it for a long time.

quickly.

In a flourishing weed.

The old man opened the entrance of a cave.

He stood at the mouth of the cave and sniffed the smell.

After a while, he said with satisfaction:

"Let's all go in."

"Spend the night here tonight."

The voice fell.

Roddick got into it carelessly.

next moment.

The remaining thirty middle-aged men in the caravan also filed in.

...

Night fell.

A huge darkness enveloped everything.

There was only a little light from the hole.

Roddick lit a bonfire in the deepest part of the cave, and ordered that only one fire be lit.

So except for the guards who were in charge of guarding the entrance of the cave, everyone subconsciously leaned over.

The temperature in the mountains is not that cold.

But the high humidity still makes people uncomfortable.

The surrounding environment is very quiet.

Only the vague and strange screams spread along the entrance of the cave to everyone's ears.

at first.

Everyone can bear it.

But in the middle of the night, everyone was awakened by the loud and strange noise.

Roddick is no exception.

His sleep didn't seem to be very good. Looking at the dignified faces of everyone, the old man said cursingly:

"Don't act like the fuck is going to happen."

"Being able to hear these calls means we are safe."

Everyone is puzzled.

A young guard asked:

"Mr. Roddick, what is the source of that strange noise?"

Roddick lit a cigarette.

After taking three deep breaths, the old man's spirits rose.

He looked around the crowd and snorted:

"What else can it be, crow!"

"Forget it, I won't have a chance to sleep today anyway."

"For the sake of you guys not causing me any trouble, I will tell you about the origin of the crows near the Mist Shadow Mountains..."

As soon as this statement came out.

Everyone's attention was attracted.

As a result, the old man gulped and muttered for a long time before he bared his teeth and said:

"Surely you haven't heard the story of "The Crow Steals the Sun"? "

"The crow is an ominous thing in the customs of the three southern countries; but in the mythology of the Covas people, the crow is the right hand of the creation god, and is also the kind god most worshiped by the Covas people..."

Hear here.

Roger, who was a little absent-minded, was suddenly moved!

Don't talk about the aborigines of Quinan in this story.

Even he, a time traveler, has never heard of it!

"Could it be that the deduction of chivalry points from killing crows has something to do with the myth of the Covass?"

So he listened carefully.

...

In the old man's constipation-like narration.

Roger roughly understood what "The Crow Steals the Sun" was all about.

In the mythology of the Covass.

The world was formed without daylight.

People live in darkness all day long.

Can only rely on those shimmering things to see each other.

in the dark.

People are always close.

The Creation God thinks this is good.

Because they can't see each other's faces clearly.

People don't dislike each other because of differences in appearance.

So he hid the sun in the secret room in the mountain, and ordered his right hand, the eagle, to guard the secret room.

Then he ordered his left-handed crow to manage the world for him.

After doing all this.

The God of Creation traveled around the universe in a starship.

When the crow managed the world, he heard the voices of many people——

fisherman said:

"The world is always dark, it's really hard to fish for a living, I should change my career to do something else..."

Farmer said:

"There are always people coming to steal the crops in the field, because the dark can't tell who they are, I should change my career and do something else..."

hunter said:

"The forest is too dangerous. I can't see the prey, and the prey can't see me. The outcome depends on luck. I should change my career to do something else..."

These voices made the crow very emotional.

On the one hand, it sympathizes with people's helplessness.

On the one hand, they are terrified of their thoughts-if everyone changes their careers, the world will be in chaos!

So the crow flew quietly to the mountains.

It stole the sun out while the eagle was taking a nap!

From then on.

There is daylight in the world.

Fishermen, farmers and hunters are not ready to change careers.

But also because of this.

People saw each other's looks clearly, and suspicions gradually arose.

When the god came back and saw this scene, he severely punished the crow.

He said:

"Since you stole the sun, I will punish your feathers to be the ugliest color under the sun."

So the crow became what it is now.

The Eagles were also punished for their dereliction of duty.

So every time the eagle sees the crow, it will attack desperately.

What about the creatures?

Although they had a rift because of the difference in appearance.

But in their hearts.

The crow that brought them the daylight remains the greatest good deity.

...

"this……"

"It's the story of the crow stealing the sun believed by the Covass!"

By the campfire.

The old man yawned:

"There is a saying in Drovas that the crows near the Mist Shadow Mountains are clones of the good god crows; they scream at night to scare away the monsters lurking in the mist. "

"That's why it's most dangerous when you can't hear the crows."

Looking at the expressions of disbelief on most people's faces.

The old man snorted again:

"But things are different now."

"The group of evil spirits that came out of nowhere attached themselves to some of the crows, making my experience useless."

"In short, stay away from the crows on this journey, no matter if it's an evil ghost crow or a good god crow, don't provoke me!"

Everyone nodded.

At this time.

Roger slowly opened his mouth and asked:

"Then is there a way to distinguish between the evil ghost crow and the good god crow?"

The old man gave him a surprised look.

Immediately smiled slyly:

"Of course there is."

"But that's not a free story."

Roger smiled and said nothing.

that's all.

Everyone chatted around the campfire most of the night.

The strange screams outside the cave continued all night.

dawn.

In Roddick's cursing and urging voice.

A group of people yawned and set off again.

this day.

The caravan moved much slower.

On the one hand, everyone stayed up all night last night, and on the other hand, the mountain road is much more rugged.

Small intestines and trails have become standard.

along the way.

The old man scolded very fiercely.

Everyone hurried.

Finally found a second shelter when the last ray of sunlight disappeared over the hill.

second night.

There was a thick fog outside the cave.

They could still hear the crows.

The old man was very sleepy.

He actually fell asleep against the cry.

Fortunately, nothing happened overnight.

During the day, I was in a hurry again.

On the third night.

In the cave that Roddick called "the sanctuary".

Everyone's expressions are somewhat uncomfortable.

Because it was too quiet.

"Where's the crow?"

By the campfire.

The little guard couldn't help asking.

The old man had a good night's sleep and felt much more energetic.

He leaned against the mountain wall, lit a cigarette and smoked it silently. After a while, he opened his mouth and said:

"Tonight may not be so safe."

"But don't get too nervous. Generally speaking, shelters are safe, and reasonable vigilance is enough."

"How about this, tonight I will tell you a story of "The Mist Girl is Passionate", hehehe..."

In the laughter that men understand.

The old man vividly told the story of a lost traveler and the Mist Maiden in the mountains.

in the corner.

Roger seemed to be listening intently.

But others have never noticed a detail——

The clothes on him had become a milky white cloak.

...

"Reminder: You have made a fog clone, which owns 80% of your panel data"

...

next second.

Roger's consciousness sank into the doppelgänger.

In the vast fog.

He ran unscrupulously among the mountains.

"I seem to have seen some monsters around here during the day."

"I don't know what attributes can be given?"

he thought so.

Haven't gone far.

A vigorous figure suddenly passed in front of him!

...

"Hint: You found the 'Treasure Mandrill'"

...

"Huh?"

Roger suddenly regained his spirits.

...