Crimson Servant.

Chapter 227 Each fights on its own
Selik Snow walked barefoot on the muddy ground, his glowing red robe trailing long behind him. Wherever the robe passed, a layer of white frost would cover the ground. Selik's hands were hidden in his wide sleeves and clasped in front of his chest. He had been moving in this orderly manner for six hours, crossing many caves to get here.

Selik exhaled a breath of icy mist, and for the first time since waking up, he turned his head and looked at the source of the sound beside him, a flowing underground stream. It flows through the cave, and the abundant water nourishes many tall plants here. Selik Snow's head moved to reveal his face hidden under the hood. His skin was covered with red spots like frostbite, and the extremely serious condition seemed to cause him no pain.

His deep red eyes were staring straight at the river, and he had stopped walking, as if he was thinking about something.

However, the other beings who were monitoring him no longer had much patience.

A fat, colorful mushroom-man walked in front of Selik, followed by some other mushroom-men holding simple wooden spears. They all looked at this uninvited guest who broke into their territory with confused eyes.

Because of their numerical advantage, the mushroom people did not take any hostile actions against the strange man in the red robe. The fat mushroom man in the lead even took a step forward alone, separated himself from his companions, walked in front of Selik, and interrupted his thinking.

When the pair of blood-red eyes stared at him, the mushroom king Aliyewu felt a piercing cold. Despite the discomfort, the mushroom king still released his light pink spore cloud to infect the other party, allowing Selik to establish a channel of spiritual communication with himself.

"Stand back, myconid, territory."

Selik opened his mouth slightly, his Adam's apple bulged for a while, as if he had regained his ability to speak, allowing the Fungus King to hear his cold but surprised voice.

"You...are you really underground creatures?"

The mushroom king Aliyewu thought that the other party did not understand his own people, and wanted to explain to him, but then he thought that the other party's unauthorized intrusion already made him an invader, so he replied coldly.

"The mushroom people have lived here for a long time. Humans left."

The mushroom man thought that this kind of negotiation was enough to make the other party retreat. If this strange man just wanted to pass by here, there were several roads that could bypass the mushroom man's nest not far from the entrance of the cave. It believed that the other party would not spend too much energy.

Sailik did not retreat, but stood there silently, like an ice sculpture.

The depressing atmosphere in the dark cave stimulated the nerves of every mushroom man. Just when the mushroom king could no longer bear Selik's silence and was about to use force to expel him, everyone heard an unusual sound.

Crunch...

That is the sound of water condensing, the sound of ice cubes squeezing against each other and growing like plants.

The sound of the gurgling water replaced the sound of the cold stream, and all the mushroom people saw the stream freezing. Frost spread under Selik Snow's feet, and the extreme paleness was stained with a dangerous red.

The solidified ice crystals crawled upwards, like a pale devil's hand reaching out to the mushroom people's habitat.

The blood-red eyes raised again, hunger and madness filled his eyeballs.

Selik's voice was more sinister than the growing frost.

"Your life is not evil enough... but it is alive enough."

Unable to resist, the poisonous spore cloud released by the Fungus King Aliyewu had already turned into snowflakes before he was frozen.

……

John Kemp raised his head and stopped, as if sensing something.

The four members of the Red Ice Team stood on an arched stone bridge. On both sides of the stone bridge, steam fountains spewed out hot streams, and below the stone bridge, the acid lake bubbled and rolled like boiling water. When they walked, they tried to move closer to the middle. The occasional acid-containing hot streams were usually heavier than pure gas and could not reach this height, but they still needed to be careful. The irregular etching marks on the edge of the stone bridge made Dalia's heart flutter.

But now, she doesn't have to worry about it. The sorcerer's pause attracted the attention of his companions, and the little priest reflexively wanted to hide behind Lucien, and then passed through his illusion.

"What did you sense?" The reappearing illusionist raised his eyebrows and said, pinching his chin and covering his mouth with his fingers to prevent Dalia from seeing his smile. Yes, he did care about Dalia, but that was in the past. Now the illusionist's kindness has been used up, and the evil taste in his heart prefers to see Dalia's funny reactions when she is frightened.

Francis was turning back. Before stepping onto the stone bridge, the dark elf first suggested that they go to the other side alone to scout the situation. This kind of terrain could easily become an unfavorable environment where they would be attacked from both sides. To avoid that, when the team crossed the bridge, they needed to ensure that they controlled at least one side of the stone bridge.

Francis made almost no sound when he crossed the bridge alone. He walked very fast and almost ran at full speed when he was about to reach the other side. He had already drawn his two swords when he rushed to the other side of the bridge. Then there was a commotion, and then the dark elf reappeared, standing on the other side and gesturing that it was safe to pass.

"Go first."

John signaled to leave this dangerous place first. After they met up with the dark elves, they found that there were only traces of blood in the dark cave.

Francis crossed his arms and turned his gaze to John.

They were all waiting for John to speak.

Lucian patted Dahlia's left shoulder to comfort her. She was cheering herself up. This priest seemed to adapt quickly to the high-pressure environment. How did the Snow family educate her?

"It's not the Crimson Follower." John said, "It's my psychic energy that's causing the reaction."

The sorcerer raised his hand and pointed to the cave ahead, saying another monster's name that made Dalia's teeth tremble.

"There is a mind flayer settlement ahead of us. I can vaguely sense their psychic energy."

Dalia raised her palm.

"Why do you have the psychic power to sense the mind flayer?"

“…Because I ate one.”

John watched as Dalia's expression gradually became dull, her eyes lost focus, and her body fell backwards onto the floor next to Lucien.

The illusionist took a closer look.

"Fainted."

John sighed, and for a moment he struggled over whether to answer the priest's question, but then he remembered what Frances had said about not hiding anything, and he told her the truth. As it turned out, the truth was the sharpest.

"Want to take a detour?"

They kept moving towards the approximate location of the red ice layer that John had sensed. The challenges along the way were all chosen by them. This was a process of training personal combat power and accumulating experience and wealth.

Francis, who loves to teach others, doesn't want anyone to miss out on valuable experience.

"No, wake up Dalia, she has another fight to fight."

(End of this chapter)