Volume 3: Tides of Darkness Chapter 173: Fool's Crown
"I got you!"
Following the strange sound, Murphy's eyes suddenly darkened, and in an instant his vision was filled with bloodshot, and even the Wings of Death in the mirror was covered with a layer of blood red.
He stared at the image in the mirror like a possessed man. The dark golden pupils of Deathwing turned scarlet. Countless tentacles and bloody flesh-like substances grew out of the black dragon's eyes, mouth, and the gaps in its scales. The bloody flesh squirmed, corroding its huge body, and eyes grew on it. The black dragon let out a silent roar, and it stretched out its wings. It was being attached and captured by the tentacles and strange sticky substances. Deathwing struggled and tore at it, trying to break free from the strange bondage...
Are you me? If the black dragon in the mirror is corrupted, then could it be that?
He lowered his head and looked at his hands, which looked white and clean without any change.
Fortunately... he breathed a sigh of relief, but the next second, the skin on his arm suddenly broke, and a tentacle covered with suction cups drilled out from it, slowly crawling along his arm, and eyeballs could be seen between the suction cups, blinking at him.
Murphy felt an immense fear in his heart. He grabbed the tentacle and tried to pull it off his body, but when he did, he could feel something wriggling under his skin, as if something in his body wanted to pierce his skin and get out.
No! He screamed and tried to tear the tentacle off.
Until Medivh raised his staff towards him.
Weak sense technique!
An ordinary magic hit him, and Murphy's brain shuddered. He looked in the mirror again, but there were no tentacles or flesh, let alone strange eyeballs.
The black dragon in the mirror was still majestic. No, that was not a black dragon. That was Aidan, a mighty knight, looking at him with dignity.
"Thank you--" Murphy said, looking at Medivh, "What happened just now? I..."
He suddenly realized that he had not fully returned to normal. The surrounding pipes were still a little dark, and in the corner of his eye, there seemed to be some shadowy things surrounding him.
"You have been corroded by the power of the abyss. I didn't expect your situation to be more complicated than mine." There was a hint of relief in Medivh's eyes, just like the expression of a person who was splashed with dog blood and then found someone else who was also splashed with dog blood.
"Abyss? You mean, the Ancient God?"
"What ancient gods? I have never heard of them. I only know about the abyss and the monsters in it. My mother once told me that the dark abyss and the bottomless unknown world sealed in indescribable terrible existences. They are the masters of the past, the relics of the previous reincarnation of the universe, and the residual images of the old times. They do not belong to this world and are sealed in the deepest abyss of the universe , waiting for the next reincarnation of the universe.
Normally, beings in the abyss cannot be seen by humans unless they undergo special rituals or possess super-high perception abilities.”
"There is a powerful force sealed in your body. Although I don't know what it is, it makes your perception too high. This makes you see things you shouldn't see. I just used the Weak Sense spell on you to reduce your perception ability, but this magic can't last long."
Murphy looked and found that he had an extra DEBUFF.
[Weak Perception: Your perception attribute is reduced by 25 points, lasting for 9 minutes.]
"What should I do? Won't I see and hear that thing again later?"
"Don't worry, I think I have a way." Medivh said as he rummaged through the box and finally found a helmet. It was a strange helmet made of black iron, with a circle of decoration on the top that looked like a crown.
"This is the Fool's Crown. It can enhance your mental strength, but it will reduce your perception. Wearing it should be fine for the time being."
Murphy put on the helmet, and the shadowy things around him immediately disappeared.
He heaved a sigh of relief, and now even the whispers in his ears disappeared.
"You'd better keep it on. The power of the abyss will corrode human consciousness and change a person's cognition. As humans fall into madness, it will gradually transform into a physical entity. If you fall completely into the control of the abyss, the horrific scene you just saw will become a reality. However, generally speaking, only those cultists who worship the evil creatures of the abyss will be affected by the abyss. What on earth happened to you?"
Murphy knew where that thing came from. Although what was sealed in his body was only the shell of Deathwing and he would not be affected by Deathwing's soul, Deathwing, as the guardian of the earth, had to face the influence of the Ancient Gods.
He was like a middleman, and the influence of the Old Gods was transmitted to him through Deathwing's body.
Under normal circumstances, he would probably be fine, but because he ate three dragon hearts, his human form began to transform into that , and he unknowingly resonated with Deathwing. As a result, this mental pollution was also transmitted to his human form.
This is really bad luck.
In the past, he never took the Old Gods seriously, because in World of Warcraft, the Old Gods were just BOSSes in a dungeon, with no essential difference from liches, dragons, demons, and the like. No matter how awesome they were portrayed in the plot, once they entered the dungeon and their health bars showed up, they were just a piece of data. They could only kneel down and accept death in front of twenty-five great lords and lose their equipment.
But it is obvious that the ancient gods in this game - or the abyss - are not that simple at all. The ability to corrode the spirit still makes Murphy feel scared.
He had never encountered such an enemy before. Even the enemy's true form hadn't appeared, but the mental pollution alone almost scared him to death.
This is really the case. Luckily, Medivh was by my side, otherwise...
He looked at Medivh with gratitude, feeling a little unsure. If he was corrupted by the Old Gods in this game, he should be fine in real life, right?
Maybe the template will be changed from a human hero template to a monster template of the Old Gods faction. Although it is a bit ugly, it should still be quite powerful?
But he was not completely sure, the change just now was too terrible.
This game has mind control skills, and even skills that can drive people crazy, such as the warlock's "frenzy " skill, which can make biological targets indistinguishable from friend or foe for a period of time.
But the feeling just now was completely different.
"Thank you anyway."
Medivh smiled and said, "It's nothing. This is what friends should do. Can you do me a favor, Aidan?"
Murphy nodded, "Of course, tell me as soon as possible."
Just when he thought the other party would give him a difficult task, Medivh took out a bottle of wine and two glasses.
"Can you have a drink with me? Stay with me for two days, chat and talk with me. I have been lonely all my life. At least at this time, I hope someone can be with me."
Murphy did not refuse at all. He was originally looking for Sargeras. If Sargeras did not show up, he would just wait.
But what does 'this time' mean?
He looked at Medivh, who no longer had the despair he had before, but instead had a relieved expression.
