Phil kept watching Shamet leave.

Oh no, now he's supposed to call it a nightmare.

He kept repeating his new title in his mouth, moving forward slowly but surely. The warlock's robe hung in tatters over his emaciated body, staggering like the wind blowing him away.

I don't know what the future will be like for such a body with an hourglass.

Phil thought silently.

He regretted killing the captain directly, but if he didn't take that opportunity to kill the captain, he was likely to be discovered by the captain, who had only been born for three days and hadn't learned any moves and skills, and it was still too dangerous to directly face a glorious swordsman.

If you have a threat to yourself, you should solve it as soon as possible.

Phil clenched his fists, and as far as he could remember, he seemed to do so.

It is feasible to stay in the misty forest all the time and try to become stronger, this forest is like his home, every inch of land, every trace of fog, he feels very close, and can even feel them faintly.

But his priority is not to stay in the forest all the time, fighting monsters and leveling up.

He needs to come into contact with humans and learn human technology and wisdom in order to become stronger in the true sense, otherwise he is just a stupid big man with hunting skills and a strong body.

The mercenary team seems to have come from the direction of the nightmare, they should be from the same place, so you should avoid meeting them while wearing the captain's armor.

He looked in the other direction.

There seemed to be very few people coming from that direction, not as often as nightmares leaving that direction.

This is the connection of the forest's perception to him.

Phil lifted the captain's sword and held it in his hand to weigh it, it was too light.

The memories he inherited told him.

It's time for him to go.

......

The entrance to the Misty Forest is extremely light, and a few rays of sunlight will shine through the gaps in the leaves, turning the fog golden. But each tree is as tall and straight as the interior of the forest, and strangely the fog grows higher above the ground, completely obscuring the upper part of the tree, the canopy.

The kingdom had also sent an aerial formation to the Misty Forest to find out, and near the edge of the forest, countless monsters rushed out of the forest to fight for their lives.

Realizing that this was completely fruitless, the kingdom gave up on the quest, and the question of how tall the trees of the Misty Forest was was a mystery, but there were still many adventurers who came to explore.

There was already a path that had been trodden out to the Misty Forest, and Phil stood on that path.

It was daytime, and it was the first time he had felt the real sun.

Phil fell in love with the outside world.

Breaking through the shackles of the fog, the fresh air really smells extraordinarily good, unlike the oppression of the fog in the forest, which seems to be suffocating.

Phil gulped in the air, a look of pleasure on his face.

He opened his arms, closed his eyes, and let the sun shine on his face and body, enjoying the caress of the sun.

Warm.

He never wanted to go back to the forest. In my memory, I seem to sneer at the air and the sun, but the outside world is so beautiful, how can it be easily destroyed.

The trail is only about a meter wide and very narrow. If you look down in the middle of the path, you will see that some young grass has poked its head out, and this road should not have been walked for a long time.

Phil opened his eyes, and there was only one path leading to the forest, surrounded by endless grasslands, with the occasional abrupt tree or two standing in the distance.

It wasn't like the path the mercenary squad had taken, and Phil was a little relieved.

When he walks out of the forest, he no longer has the protection of the forest and the dense fog, and the only body he can rely on is this body, and he is likely to die if he is not careful.

He saw the fragility of human life.

Memories told him that he would be human for the rest of his life, but never really human, so he was a fragile human shell.

Now that you've seen the sun and air that you scoff at in your memory, it's time to see the human group that you hate in your memory.

Phil strode the meteor, and he was a little impatient.

The sun and air are not as unbearable as they are remembered, so are the human groups not as hateful and cunning as they are remembered?

Memory cannot be fully believed, but neither can it be disbelieved.

Phil was a little unsure, he could only hold the captain's long sword, pinned the captain's bag of dry food to his waist, and went all the way forward, and went to see it himself.

......

Two days later.

Still walking, Phil felt like his throat was on fire.

Along the way, I ate all the captain's bag of dry food, but I didn't feel hungry, I just didn't prepare water, and now I'm thirsty.

In the hollow of the tree where he was born in the forest, there were fruits of various colors, those fruits were small and not large, but a bite not only quenched his thirst, but also quenched his hunger.

During the two days he was a giant, he was always hungry and thirsty, and he had eaten all the fruit in the hollow of the tree.

And the road is boring, it has always been the same green grassland, and not even a river has been found.

He was also very curious when he first saw the night, he didn't understand why there was day and night, the Misty Forest was always only gray and foggy, and there was no distinction between day and night.

The sky was full of stars, the light blue moon hung in the night sky, Phil stopped and watched for a while, the night was indeed beautiful, but he still preferred the day, he liked the light of the sun.

After two days of endless walking, his curiosity about the world had been exhausted from the freshly emerging from the forest, and he was still in high spirits not long after setting off to look at the surrounding scenery, and now he just wanted to find a place to drink water as soon as possible.

While thinking about it, he suddenly realized that the endless path not far away finally had an end.

Phil hurried over.

The trail connects the wider roads in both directions.

The left one of the two roads is about a little wider, four meters wide, and the depression is a little deeper, and the right one is the second, only about three meters and a half wide.

Phil chose the path on the left.

The road seemed to be a little more passable, and he still wanted to go to a relatively prosperous place.

The grass on both sides of the road has thinned out, revealing a light brown sandy landscape.

"Click, click, click!"

I didn't walk for a while, and then a voice came.

Phil looked back.

A carriage came slowly behind.

It was the first time he had seen anything other than human.

The coachman, dressed in a high-necked white shirt and a short shirt and a small green vest, waved his whip and drove the carriage slowly forward.

Behind the dark brown wooden carriage were two guards on horseback.

"Hey, swordsman, get out of the way!"

The groom waved his hand and shouted at Phil.

Of course, the groom recognized the symbol of the Glory Swordsman on the shoulder of the black armor, there was no such an eye-catching Glory Swordsman in the town in his memory, and it was very difficult to deal with it in extraordinary times, this newcomer might be the object that the family would need to win over in the future, otherwise he would not be so polite.

Phil happily moved out of the way, thirsty but resisted the urge to ask them for water.

Faintly, the outlines of some towns seem to be visible in front of me, and it should not be far from them.

Phil was still very happy to see the human carriage for the first time, there was a pattern engraved on the right side of the carriage, but it was not as complicated as the armor, there were too many novelties. He watched the carriage swaying away, and felt that the pace of progress was extraordinarily powerful.

After a distance of about half an hour behind the back of the carriage, Phil finally saw the real human town.

It's probably just a small town.

Standing in front of the town gate for a long time, Phil thought.

The stone and brick walls are only seven or eight meters high, the roots of the walls are densely covered with moss, and the walls are covered with thin vines, which cannot be compared with the vines that grow under the holes of their own trees. The walls were guarded by guards every thirty meters.

The town gate is two heavy wooden gates, and the three guards are pushing open the gate to let the carriage enter, and the guards next to the gate are all wearing standard leather armor and holding spears, while the city wall is basically holding a bow and arrow.

Above the gate there are two tall sentinel towers, one on the left and one on the right.

The sentry stood on top of the tower and looked around grimly, the sentry on the left holding a crossbow and staring at Phil.

"The town of Breer. ”

Phil muttered softly as he looked at the large letters hanging above the door.

Is this the human settlement?

Although it may not seem as majestic and splendid as a large city in memory, it is the first gift to welcome yourself to this continent, and it is extraordinarily intimate.

Be down-to-earth and take your time from the beginning, one step at a time.

The corners of Phil's mouth rose slightly.