Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 417 Yan Yun Reappears
Although it was a conversation between two people, Yaro had a strange feeling of asking and answering his own questions.

"What an absurdly beautiful dream!" Yaro murmured to himself with a slight smile.

After his absurd dream ended, he felt his mental energy had become more active.

All the aftereffects of the previous magic attack disappeared without a trace with this absurd dream.

At the same time, he also understood what the 'Thirty-Eight Knights of Yanyun' really were.

Those were the jumbled thoughts that had disappeared before!

Of course, this is not an entirely accurate statement.

Just like the 'big bull' carrying the flag, who repeatedly guided Yaro away from Crocodile Valley and cut off any hope of turning back, this shows that there is also an alien force influencing things.

But after the test, Yaro can confirm that the influence of the alien force is not significant.

At least, after Yaro discovered the problem, when he focused on controlling his thoughts, 'Big Ox's' words were entirely within his expectations.

It's not about control, but merely guidance, because even Yaro couldn't control the 'Great Bull's body'.

Its specific function is similar to that of a given essay topic, and it is also the basic principle of how most people's brains operate.

When most people express a certain idea, they have only thought of the core point, at most adding a few sub-points, and then expressing these points through language.

Instead of thinking through every single word in your mind before narrating them one by one.

After all, very few people can rewrite an exactly the same article.

"Is someone using this method to read my brain's memories?"

Yaro looked up at the clear sky, then dismissed the idea.

"No! It's more like the suggestive information is being transmitted directly to my brain, affecting my subconscious."

So, what is the transmission route of this force?
How can we get out of this predicament?

Yaro tried to take a deep breath, but his neck muscles inexplicably reacted, causing him to cough several times in a row.

Once he had calmed down, Yaro touched his face in confusion.

"This is... Oh, right, I'm also wearing a face mask!"

Following Yaro's perception, he immediately and clearly sensed the presence of the face mask.

At the same time, he inexplicably discovered that his face was sticky and his face towel was heavy, as if it had been soaked through.

This made it difficult for Yaro to breathe, and a thin, sticky liquid kept getting into his nose.

"Is it an illusion?"

Yaro reached out and pinched the face towel, getting some liquid on it, and then gently rubbed it.

But to my surprise, the two fingers easily slipped apart!
Given Yaro's control over his body, he could never have underestimated the power he was using!

So, the only thing that can be slipped away with such a small amount of force is blood!

And it's very likely human blood!

As this realization was confirmed, countless bloodstains immediately appeared all over his body.

Just one glance was enough to make Yaro's pupils shrink sharply.

"The spurting blood... that barbarian under the tree is a real person!"

Yaro wasn't actually surprised that the barbarian general was real.

After all, this can be seen from the experience values ​​given by the system.

The key is to get things in the right place.

Yaro frowned as he looked at the large number of white-clad barbarian soldiers who were still surrounding him.

"These barbarian soldiers around us aren't real people? Then what are they?" Especially since killing these white-clad barbarian soldiers actually gives experience points, they are very likely not pure illusions!

When Yaro realized this, the figures of the white-clad barbarians around him also became blurred.

Yaro stared intently.

But the barbarian soldiers were only blurred for a moment, and when they became just vague outlines of human figures, they suddenly became clear again.

"Well, you can't kill him with your eyes...they."

Although the danger wasn't directly eliminated, they didn't seem to intend to continue attacking while they were in the tree, so Yaro stopped paying attention to them and focused on his own work.

"Needless to say, with the face towel so wet, the medicine sprayed on it is definitely ineffective. Wearing a face towel or not makes no difference."

Thinking this, Yaro took off his face towel, wiped the blood off his nose, and took a deep breath of fresh air.

"Hiss...that feels good."

Looking back at the face towel in his hand, Yaro squeezed his palm, and thick blood flowed out along with bubbles of various sizes.

"Tsk tsk! So much blood, I'm afraid I can't be seen by anyone now."

Thinking about this, and whether it was psychological or the effect of the illusion had weakened again, Yaro suddenly found that his whole body was sticky and uncomfortable.

Before Yaro could resolve the issue, he coughed a few more times.

After a few coughs, my brain felt dizzy, and then the familiar yet unfamiliar language rang out again.

"General, we meet again."

Yaro looked up and, sure enough, saw the familiar banner and the group of 'Thirty-Eight Riders of Yanyun' without horses.

The flag bearer, 'Big Ox,' seemed to have overheard what Yaro was thinking and said with dissatisfaction, 'General, we are 'Thirty-Seven Riders,' only with you added are we 'Thirty-Eight Riders of Yanyun,' so you can't say that about yourself!'

"...Fine, I'll turn my fighting spirit into a horse sooner or later!"

Yaro casually made a comment, then asked, "Can you tell me why we're out again?"

Yaro wanted to see if the 'thirty-seven riders' he had created from his subconscious could discover the problem.

"General, could it be caused by these barbarian soldiers?" a soldier beside him suggested.

Yaro frowned: "Them?"

He couldn't tell whether this was a judgment from his own subconscious or a meaning guided by some foreign energy.

After all, the 'Thirty-Seven Riders' had previously lured him into charging into the barbarian army.

"Cough-cough-!"

Another violent coughing fit ensued, nearly knocking Yaro unconscious!

At the same time, the dizziness became even stronger!
The surrounding barbarian soldiers were eager to attack, and the 'Thirty-Seven Riders' immediately raised their long-handled swords and stood guard against them.

Although it was unclear whether it would be effective, it did provide Yaro with some psychological comfort.

Suddenly, the flag bearer beside him exclaimed, "Breathing! It's definitely related to breathing! General, you weren't coughing before; these symptoms only appeared after you took off your face mask!"

Yaro instinctively held his breath, his thoughts racing, and immediately agreed with Da Niu's opinion.

That's right!

It's true that he started coughing after taking off his mask, and shortly after, Da Niu and the others reappeared!

Without delay, Yaro quickly took out a new piece of cloth from his spatial ring and tied it to his face.

"Medicine! And antidote!" Da Niu hurriedly reminded him, just like a subordinate concerned about his superior.

Yaro readily agreed, immediately taking out the 'low-grade swamp antidote,' swallowing half and pouring the other half directly onto his face towel.

(End of this chapter)