The world is white.

It is not the wet, thick and cold snow on the surface of the ground, but the fog floating in the boundless net woven by smooth silk threads. The messy silk threads are thick and thin, curved and curved... and tremble never stops trembling.

The harsh sound is like the playing of a player who knows nothing about the rhythm, which sounds tingling.

There is nothing here except white—no sky, no horizon, no castle, no trees, no other thing in your eyes.

“Where is this place?”

Brian observed the surrounding environment curiously. Although he had guessed this place in his heart, he still asked the harpist leader Storm beside him with a little confidence, "Where are we? Should we be..."

In the game world, he has never experienced such a plot.

I also haven't seen other players post such adventures, but I probably know that if I want to completely repair the Magic Net, I can only go to a place called the Magic Net Realm.

Obviously, this plot is not something their players can participate in in person.

Before Brian could finish his words, the actions of the harpist leader beside him shocked him in an instant. She suddenly approached him, held his head in both hands, and kissed him deeply.

The next moment.

The cold, soft, and tempting mature touch immediately appeared on Brian's mouth. The faint fragrance on the chosen one of the magic goddess also became much richer in this moment.

Brian seemed to feel the fiery touch, and suddenly came from the other person's mouth.

Then it spread throughout his body, which even made him involuntarily feel the heat in his body.

Before Brian could come to his senses, the storm had moved his lips and looked at his eyes apologetically. Their noses were almost against each other. She whispered: "I'm very sorry, I've actually got you involved in such a dangerous battle, be careful."

Then she left, stepped away from Brian, and put her back on the closest big silk.

Wherever Bryan's eyes were, there were thousands of such threads, which seemed to be leavesless trees growing in this boundless net filled with mist.

The storm stretched out his arms, as if he was greeting something, and his body was pressed against the trembling white object, and her eyes never left Bryan.

Brian met her gaze in confusion, and subconsciously walked forward, reaching out to her.

At this time, the beautiful lady's face was as pale as paper, her delicate body trembled slightly, and... her whole body turned white, trembling like the silk she had merged with.

Brian looked at her face, then watched the rest of her body become smooth and invisible.

In silence, after a moment, she turned into a protrusion on the silk.

It was that simple, the chosen people of the Magic Goddess disappeared silently.

For some reason, Brian felt a trace of cold sweat oozing from behind him.

The inexplicable chill made him tremble all over. He walked over and asked Xinbu: "Listen to the tone of the storm, I don't seem to expect us to meet again. Is it possible that any of us will die here?"

The only ones who came to the Magic Net Realm, Storm, Xinbu and Ilsaiville. As for Azara and Seville, there are more important tasks to do, and they did not come together.

"Is this difficult to understand? My sister said: We all may die."

Agolaron's wizard queen stared at the distance calmly, with crystal starlight shining in her beautiful eyes. She sighed and said slowly: "Apart from that, I can't say anything."

Hearing this, Brian opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

With the crazy witch Xinbu's arrogant personality, he was able to speak such calm words. Obviously, this problem has become very serious.

Seeing this situation, the future elf queen Ilsey Villi frowned, and the cold words were much more annoyed than usual: "Who told me, this...what is this?"

"Tahadana. Some people call it the 'world of magic nets'." Brian gave the correct answer.

"Very good." Ilsey Weili nodded slightly, "Since you know where this is, it makes sense."

The female elf with blonde hair draped out the blade of the ancient elf sword rule, and the golden light crackled on the sword like lightning, revealing the eye-catching elf crown rune.

Brian looked around and asked Xinbu again, "It seems that I'm right, so I'm curious, what's the point of coming here?"

"Mistra's secret is here, and I can't tell you two yet." Xinbu observed the situation around her. A ray of light seemed to flash in her normal eye, and the other eye was beating with an immortal silver flame. "This thing needs to be remembered."

"Enough! You know too much, Queen of Agolaron, and we're far from it," Ilsey Vili didn't have the same temper as Brian, she snapped:

"I am tired and have long been tired of the adventures I was young. The purpose of my expeditionary force to help you is to revive the great elf empire. I am not following you to a place where only God knows and even God has forgotten it. And now, you don't even tell us anything. Tell me quickly, where is this and why do you bring us here?"

"The question has never changed. The young Miss Ilsey Vili, the world is in trouble and needs us to save it."

The female elf was waiting for an answer, but Agolaron's wizard queen just stepped back and was not willing to say anything more.

Brian then asked, "Who is our opponent, or something? You can always tell it honestly."

"You don't need to know anything, just believe in magic and the goddess."

Xinbu replied calmly, "Then wait patiently, you will understand who you should believe and what to do."

"I..." Ilsey Weili almost sweared when she heard such perfunctory words.

Xinbu just raised her hand, and a magical light flashed by, and a huge silk thread behind her melted her into it.

In silence, white matter enveloped Agolaron's wizard queen like a curtain.

After a moment, the witch turned into a concave and uneven protrusion on the silk.

Brian and Ilsey Vili stared at her - to be precise, at what Xinbu turned into - both frowned at the same time and looked at each other.

The world around them seemed to be whiter, and the tremors were faster and more violent.

Then, the two observed around them, and wherever they could see, there was all floating fog and endless silk forest.

"Do you think we can leave here?" After a while, Brian withdrew his gaze, sighed, took the lead in breaking the silence, and said to the female elf beside him.

"Even if I can leave, I don't plan to leave them." Ilsey Weili waved her hand unquestionably and made a decision.

She pointed to the weirdly shaped silk threads that swallowed Storm and Xinbu, or they were the silk itself, and said, "If we leave here, we may never find it again... No matter what happened to them, we may have to rely on it when we go home."

After saying that, she knelt on one knee and carefully placed her hands on the extremely smooth and white "ground". To this extent, she decided that this was the "floor" and waited for something to change in this cool and hard thing.

Yet, as Brian expected, nothing happened.

After a while, the female elf shrugged helplessly, sat down, put the sword flat on her knees, and suddenly looked moved, as if she had thought of something, she lifted her hair, looked up and asked curiously: "Then see if I have turned white like them?"

Brian didn't expect that the other party would still be in a joking mood at this time, but he shook his head seriously and said, "No. After all, you are not a voter of the Magic Goddess."

"Look!" Ilsey Weili suddenly stood up and shouted, raising her hand.

Brian quickly turned his head and found a tall woman standing motionless in the distance, leaving them with black backs.

From the curves of her hair and hips and shoulders, she may be a human female, but there is still something strange.

Looks...slim.

Then she disappeared, the position she was standing just now was empty, leaving only the trembling white silk and the slowly rotating mist.

Looking at the disappearing shadow, for some reason, Brian felt frightened to hit a ghost in broad daylight.

"You didn't see her walking to that place, right?" He calmed down and asked, taking out his staff and preparing to fight at any time.

"No." Ilsey Weili replied:

"I happened to notice there, and I can tell you with certainty: she was not there just now, and then suddenly appeared. Just like you saw, she stood still, with her back facing us. Not only did she not walk, but she did not look at us as far as I saw."

"Is there any magic here?" Brian said thoughtfully, "Can those spellcasters move instantly? Or is there any other spell?"

"You are the caster, do you need to guess? If she uses magic, I will also sense the magic fluctuations around me." The female elf reminded with a serious expression, "We'd better pay attention to the uninvited guests here."

As if to prove her words, a huge black shadow appeared above her out of thin air.

The thing was not a skinny woman, but half a man, with his upper body hanging in the air, nothing under his belt, wrapped in black fog.

The black and empty helmet stared at the female elf and was wearing heavy black armor on her shoulders.

In the terrible silence, its powerful long arms waved a black-handed giant sword and rushed towards Ilsey Vili.

The female elf rolled over and rolled on the spot, passing through the white silk like a leaf flying in the wind, and then turned around and raised her sword.

The sharp sword slashed into the armor of the ghost's right arm, making a strange and dull blunt sound.

Although scarlet blood was not splashed out as expected, the armor was shattered like an eggshell, revealing the flesh that bloomed inside.

Brian noticed that the gray skin inside did not wither, but it was dry without a trace of blood.

It seemed to be afraid of Ilsey Weili's weapon. This fierce undead turned around to face his new opponent, and his movements were very fast and there was no intention of being injured.

Obviously, it believes that Brian is the softest persimmon.

Brian stood there calmly. He was about to lift his staff to release the spell. He gave it a lesson, but suddenly discovered something terrible.

His arcane, psychic and spell-like magic were unable to be used at this moment. The most important thing is that his arcane energy and psychic values ​​have all been reset to zero without realizing it.

"Damn!" Brian couldn't help but curse, "What's going on!"

"careful!"

The female elf beside him saw Brian in a daze and quickly reminded him.

She calculated the distance between Brian and the black giant sword, and the thing hanging in the air turned around again, intending to slash at him with one sword.

Ilsey Weili jumped, gathering all the weight in her hands, and slashed at the undead's iron gloves.

With the terrible silence, a strong arm fell from the undead floating in the air and fell to the smooth and white ground.

Just as Brian dodged the empty space, the broken body bounced, and then... disappeared, probably going to the same place as the broken fingers and the fallen giant sword.

Brian had only time to take a look at his feet, but there was no trace of those things. At the same time, the arm that the last remaining in the dead came as a flying spear.
To be continued...