After a two-day journey, Dylan finally came to the Oldman Forest, and heard from the people of the imperial capital that many years ago, this was originally the base for the empire to collect trees to build paper, and then because it was too far away from the imperial capital, the paper base was abandoned.

"Hey, it's really tiring to travel without the wind magician's auxiliary magic. Dylan stood outside the forest and couldn't help but sigh.

Although he was often able to find some common herbs halfway through the road, which he could use to make some medicines that could improve his stamina, so he improved his running speed and durability to a certain extent, but compared to wind magic, the effect was too different.

But fortunately, his mental strength is relatively strong, so he doesn't need much sleep every day, so it only took him two days to come to this forest.

Dylan adjusted in the forest and prepared to go deep into the forest alone.

It's still winter, and many animals are still hibernating, so the forest is exceptionally quiet.

Dylan walked slowly through the jungle, probing all the creatures around him whose strength was lower than level four, and found that except for some rats with weak breath, he basically did not feel any animal breath.

"It's strange, even though it's still winter, but this forest is so big, at least there should be some tigers, wolves, foxes, leopards and other animals out to move!" Dylan felt a little strange.

After a while, Dylan came to an open area in the forest, and saw that it was a large meadow, the grass was yellow, and it seemed that there was no life at all.

"There's still some small rat smell in the woods, why is there nothing here?" Dylan wondered, thinking as he walked deeper into the grass.

But as soon as he took two or three steps out, he immediately noticed something unusual, and he felt as if his feet were stuck to the ground, and it was difficult for him to pull them out.

Looking down, Dylan was shocked that his feet had sunk ten centimeters into the ground at this time, and his body was slowly sinking.

Dylan hurriedly used "Flash" to get himself out of the position he was standing in as quickly as possible.

Looking at the large "meadow" in front of him, Dylan felt palpitations, it was obvious that this was not a wilderness meadow at all, but a large swamp, but the swamp was overgrown with weeds, making it look like an ordinary meadow!

Dylan couldn't help but pat his chest: "It's really dangerous, if it was a little later, I would have died tragically in this vast and mysterious swamp." ”

Just as Dylan was in shock, he suddenly heard someone shouting.

"Help, help, who's going to save me!" the voice was a little weak, as if it could die at any moment.

Dylan frowned, he didn't want to meddle in things, after all, he didn't feel any breath of that person, and it was obvious that this person's strength was at least level five or above. If the other party is in danger, then he should be able to solve it on his own without taking action himself.

And, since Dylan's last hunt, he's also learned a little bit not to trust people easily. Two months ago in the wilderness, it was because of the lack of vigilance that the three of Dylan were robbed of the spoils by the five high-level magicians, although they later got the dragon eggs.

So since then, Dylan has instinctively raised his vigilance. And the cry for help heard at this time may be that others want to use their sympathy to trick themselves into being deceived.

Just as Dylan was about to leave the terrible swamp, the weak voice came again: "Woo woo, I don't want to die yet, who will save me!" The voice was already very low, and it would never have been possible to hear it if it weren't for Dylan's shadow magic.

Dylan hesitated for a moment, but eventually curiosity drove him to see what was going on. Anyway, as a shadow mage, if he really encounters danger and traps, he can also rely on the "vanishing" magic to escape quickly.

Dylan moved quickly in the direction from which the sound came, fearing an ambush along the way, so he used "Flash", only to see him weave through the woods at the edge of the swamp, and soon came to a reed thicket.

At the edge of the reeds, a thin man of fourteen or fifteen years old had fallen deep into the swamp, and the thick earth had reached his waist, and only half of his body was still exposed.

The man was handsome, with a fair face, his head bowed in frustration, his body looked very weak, and he tried to struggle to get up from the swamp, but the harder he tried, the faster he sank.

It had only been a few blinks of an eye, and the muddy water had already reached his chest. The pressure on his chest from the mud and sand around him made it difficult for him to breathe.

"Help, woo woo, I'm still young and don't want to die. His voice was full of despair, as if he knew that he was going to die here today, so this sentence was more like it was for himself, and his voice was almost inaudible.

Dylan didn't look like a writer, and if it was a hoax, there was no need to get himself into a swamp, it would be too risky to do so. And there was a lot of silence all around, and I couldn't feel the smell of someone ambushing at all.

"Don't move there, I'll find a way to get you out!" Dylan said in a deep voice.

When the man heard this, he quickly looked up, and when he saw Dylan, the original desperate expression disappeared instantly, and was replaced by a burst of ecstasy, and he couldn't help but cry with joy. I thought that I would die here today, but I didn't expect that on the verge of despair of resigning my fate, someone really appeared.

"Please, help me. The man said with some excitement. And as he spoke, his body continued to sink.

"Don't move, the more you move, the more powerful you get!" Dylan said, looking around, looking for tools that could save people.

Soon, he saw a broken tree trunk not far away, with a flat cut on it, which he thought was left over from the paper-making base back then.

He immediately ran over and dragged the trunk to the edge of the swamp, then pushed it forward, and the trunk ran down the mud and sand on the surface of the swamp to the unfortunate fellow.

Dylan stood on top of the trunk with a "flash", then grabbed the guy by the shoulder, and then pulled it up with force.

The man, who was originally extremely thin, was rigidly surrounded by the adhesive force of the swamp, which made Dylan feel very heavy.

After Dylan pulled hard, the man who was deep in the swamp lifted up more than ten centimeters.

Dylan pressed all his strength on the trunk, and the trunk was under pressure and sank into the mud and sand, and Dylan hurriedly used the flash to return to the shore again, and then repeatedly, he wanted to save the unlucky guy.