The nameless jungle.
In this underdeveloped area far away from the center of civilization, similar nameless areas can be seen everywhere - although all lands have lords, not all lands can be cultivated.
The kingdom does not have the extra manpower and material resources to develop those border areas close to the Gondor Wasteland. However, because the elves helped humans build a magnificent castle with the Sentinel Tower as a node and stretching to surround the entire Gondor Wasteland. Wall, contemporary countries do not need to accumulate too many troops at the border to deal with the monsters that occasionally wander from the wasteland, so the border is trapped in a vicious cycle of continuous decline.
There is not only one way to go from Cecil Territory to Tanzanian Town in the north, but the shortest way is to go through the forest and take the official road. If you choose another route, you will either have to bypass the entire area or cross a more dangerous lawless zone, which is not a wise choice.
The deeper we go into the forest, the darker the sky becomes, and the thick piles of rotten leaves on the ground become more annoying. Although this place can't be called a big forest, a forest that is free from human interference and grows wildly has really given Gawain a new level of knowledge. In his previous life, he lived in an artificial jungle cast by reinforced concrete. For many years, he could only observe the world from a too distant perspective. At this moment, when he stepped into it personally, he realized that his imagination of the natural environment was still too superficial.
But fortunately, he is gradually getting used to this body. The strong physical fitness and comprehensive quality of this body allow him to face the challenge of survival in the wilderness relatively easily. Byron beside him Knight and Amber also had experience traveling through mountains and forests, so this journey was not that bad.
It’s just that Hetty will have to suffer a little - even if the Cecil family has declined, it is still a noble family with a long history and is directly loyal to the king. Miao Hong's noble lady, in the aristocratic circle, this lady is already well-trained and hard-working, but she does still need some experience in the face of the challenges of nature.
Besides, a mage’s physical strength alone cannot be that strong.
Rebecca's performance surprised Gawain: this girl who looked like a female high school student on earth did not fall behind all the way, and her running performance in the forest with no roads was even better than those of those who did. Gawain asked curiously about the poor performance of the tall soldiers, but Rebecca was a little embarrassed when she answered: "I was very crazy when I was young. I always ran around like a boy, and even got into the woods of my territory. At that time, I had not shown any talent for magic, and my father thought that I might be able to be trained as a knight... but he was disappointed. But even though I couldn't become a knight, I still paid attention to training, after all. As mentioned in the training, to become a lord who can protect the people, you first need a strong body..."
Gawain nodded silently. Although this N+1 great-granddaughter sometimes has a head like It's like being pinched by a door, but stillHe is quite simple and upright.
This is rare in aristocratic circles.
The N-level great-granddaughter next to me, who is almost out of breath, should imitate her.
"There may be some monsters in the depths of this forest, but they won't be very strong." Knight Byron used his long sword to pick up a dark thing from the ground. The tip of the sword slowly became transparent and gradually dissipated in the air. "The shadow element is enriched. There should be a natural magic focus in the center of the forest, but it should be a very weak one."
" It must be very weak," Amber said, spinning a delicate little dagger in her hand while looking around. "If there really was a high-quality magic focus, this forest must have been declared by the Arcane Society or the Astromancer Association since ancient times. It has been their territory since then. And there are no obvious changes in the surrounding plants, which shows that the concentration of elements here does not even affect the flowers and plants."
Gao Wen looked at it in surprise. The two wilderness survival experts asked: "Do you really understand?"
Rebecca glanced at Byron: "Uncle Byron used to be a mercenary before becoming loyal to my father."< /p>
Byron doesn’t seem to be used to mentioning things in the past: “It’s all in the past, miss.”
The small dagger in Amber’s hand turned more and more cheerfully: “Hey, a look on his face It’s so vicissitudes of life, who hasn’t clicked on it yet?”
Although the half-elf lady’s face was filled with the expression “My past is also very powerful, so come and ask me if I’m okay”, Gawain was. He had no intention of cooperating with this girl's performance. From this short day and a half of contact, he was able to understand some of the other party's temperament. Her rich knowledge of the wild was most likely due to the fact that she would be hunted down by the patrol team every now and then, and then she would have to get into it. She was trained to survive in the wilderness in the woods, but if you really ask her, she will definitely not tell you that. She will definitely tell you a thrilling and magnificent story - for example, she once traveled the entire continent and chatted and laughed with the Elf King... …
While they were talking, they had walked deeper into the forest. The surrounding trees were growing denser, and the skylight shining on the ground through the tree crowns became sparser.
Gawain raised his head. Between the shadowy branches, the giant sun was divided into tiny spots of light, as if a huge plate was upside down in the sky and sprinkled on him. The sunshine seems to be cooler.
Betty, who was the weakest, couldn't help but sneeze. She felt her hands were so cold that she almost dropped the pan.
Amber stopped spinning the dagger, she suddenly lowered her body, a pair of light-colored eyes flashed with a vigilant look, she looked at Gawain, and exhaled a white breath when speaking: "Do you think Don't you think... the temperature is a bit too low now?"
Hetty's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the fatigue she felt while rushing was suppressed. She raised her staff and slammed it on the ground. Quickly recited a difficult-to-pronounce spell: Detectiondistort.
This is a general magic that can be learned from the second level of the official mage. There are corresponding spell models all the way up to the ninth level magister. This spell is not offensive in any way. Its function is detection. Energy phenomena that are hidden within a certain range, such as hidden magic traps or invisible energy fields. In the case of a complete spellcasting, Detect Distortion can detect energy traces up to one level higher than the caster's level - and Hetty is a third-level mage.
In terms of professional level, Hetty, a third-level mage (the pinnacle of the low-level), is weaker than Byron, who has entered the intermediate level (although it is only the elementary level), but from the convenience and versatility of magic, Personally speaking, her magic can have a greater effect than force.
As the effect of detecting distortion was activated, Gawain noticed that there was fog around him.
No, that is not fog, but the previously hidden spiritual energy that is rich enough to affect the material world.
They gathered from all directions, constantly enriching and getting stronger. At this moment, it was so thick that people could hardly see the trees dozens of meters away, and in the rolling pale mist, they were still faintly visible. You can see some hazy shadows passing by.
Betty's eyes widened in horror, and she was about to scream, but Gawain covered her mouth: "Shh, don't make a sound, you will disturb the things in the fog."
The little girl's eyes were wide open, tears were almost flowing out, and she nodded hard while clutching the pan in her hand.
Gawain couldn't help but shake his head: He had never been scared to tears when he saw the dragon before, but he was so scared now. People's weaknesses are really different.
"What are these things?" Rebecca was also a little scared. She gripped the staff tightly, and there were already some small sparks jumping on the tip of the staff. "When did we... be...by these things?" Surrounded by things?"
"Mist of resentful spirits, damn it," Hetty gritted her teeth, "How could there be such a thing here?"
Mist of resentful spirits, Gawain. The corresponding knowledge has been found in the memory. It is a product that can be produced naturally or artificially. Among them, naturally produced ones are more common: in places where shadow energy gathers and undead wander, the fog of resentful spirits is extremely common. It has a low probability of appearing. It is part of the shadow environment, but it is also affected by the breath of the undead, making it extremely destructive. However, this mist is invisible after it appears - it will take shape and grow in the spiritual world, and people will not be able to see even a trace in the material world.
Unless the victim has stepped into the depths of the mist.
It will unknowingly slowly kill the victims who accidentally enter it. It completes this process through low temperature and the illusion and fear that invade the mind. If ordinary people accidentally enter it, many times they will die. They won't understand what happened until they die, because they won't see anything until they die.
The thick fog will not appear until the moment their souls fall into the Shadow Realm, occupying all their final memories.
It is also possible to artificially create the mist of resentful spirits, but the conditions are too harsh, the requirements for spellcasters are extremely high, and the effect is not as good as most spells of the same level, so those dark psychics will not Waste of time on this.
Gawain has drawn his Pathfinder Sword, but has not made any attack: The Wraith Mist is very special. Although it will be damaged as long as it enters its range, in fact it will not do it at the beginning. Actively attacking, those damages are just its inherent attributes as a "negative environment". Only when the "thing" in the fog is disturbed, will it become violent.
The fog of resentment after the rage is very difficult to deal with.
Gawain was not sure whether the mist had been disturbed, so he did not order an attack. Instead, he carefully looked for the weak points of the mist and prepared to wait for an opportunity to break out. But when he did so, a burst of A soft, ethereal laughter suddenly reached his ears from a certain direction deep in the mist.
What the hell, I was fooled by a cloud of fog!
Gawain immediately raised his long sword and swung it in the direction of the sound. A dark red fire broke away from the blade, and a vague image emerged from the mist. For two.
“The one from Jihuo is running around in the fog and wearing all white!”