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Chapter 320:

With the effect of advanced recovery potions, it is necessary to wait two days for this injury to fully recover.

However, this is only on the **.

As for the spirit, Yuri's natural defense witchcraft was broken in an instant, and at that time, it had a strong backlash damage to his spirit.

This kind of damage cannot be solved with medicine or other methods, and can only be repaired slowly by one's own mental strength.

In other words, before his mental power is completely recovered, he will not be of any help to his future actions at all, and may even become a drag.

The thought of the terrifying blonde witch made Yuri's heart tremble.

That terrible sense of oppression that even a good teacher never had.

However, it also made him understand some truth.

"As long as the teacher comes back, either I will start preparing to try to break through the crystallization level, and by that time, maybe there will be some power that can protect the person I want to protect."

The firmness in his heart, stimulated by fear, made his eyes shine with a faint light.

And Gris, who had been supporting him to shuttle through the forest along a fixed route, had a calm face and no emotion.

Every distance he walked, a black halo flashed on his body from time to time, leaving a faint black figure running in the opposite direction.

As the days go on, night slowly falls.

From time to time, swift figures flashed in the darkening forest, and a gentle roar came from the shadows.

Yule Forest is no ordinary forest, and most of the creatures that lurk here are demonized or mutated creatures with strong witchcraft resistance.

At night, even official wizards have to be extra careful in this forest.

Feel the danger lurking around you. Gris stopped and sat down next to a large tree beside him.

He stood up. looked around and said lightly. "We can't go, let's rest here for the night."

Yuri, who understood the state of the forest, nodded. Said in a weak tone. "Yes, Mistress Gris."

As he spoke, there was a 'smack'.

A light black shadow jumped onto a tree branch not far away, its bright yellow eyes staring at the two of them.

A faint smell of blood permeated the surroundings.

Gris frowned, and pulled out a short staff that was only the length of an arm.

"I'll deal with the surrounding stuff first, you wait here."

He turned, and with his right hand tapped the black crystal on the staff, a black halo flashed and attached to Yuri, protecting it for the time being.

Subsequently. He walked straight to the shadow's location.

And Yuri, who was leaning against the tree, watched Gris's figure quickly disappear into the darkness, he tried to move his body, and then stood up with his hands on the tree.

His eyes swept over the silent forest, as if for a moment the whole world was left with him.

After a pause, he waved his hand at the ground, and a pile of dead branches and weeds gathered around him under simple mental control.

Then he pointed his finger, and with a 'poof' sound, a little red light lit up in the weeds. Then a red flame rose and lit up the surroundings.

"I didn't expect that my current spiritual power is similar to when I was first promoted to wizard, and it seems that I have to cultivate for at least half a year." He rubbed the corners of his forehead, which ached with pain.

There were no stars in the dark night sky, and a full silver moon quietly rose. The forest reflected a faint glow under this silvery curtain of light.

'Whew'

A breeze blew through the campfire, and the dancing light of the fire reflected his miserable white face, which had an indescribable meaning.

Some looked at the campfire for a while. He reached out and took out a small white vial from his waist bag, removed the lid and poured out the white powder inside. Then stuff it directly into your mouth and swallow it.

After taking the powder, Yuri's pale face recovered slightly. Then sit down and enter a meditative state.

Five minutes later.

Gris's black figure stepped out of the shadows of the forest, his hands stained with red blood.

The whole body was wrapped in a faint black smoke, which had an eerie feeling.

Coming to the campfire, he glanced at Yuri, who was in a meditative state, sighed slightly, and threw a black, long-eared demonic creature on his back to the ground.

He took out a knife and picked up some suitable branches and cut them into a wooden frame, then peeled the creature and gutted it, then smeared it with the seasoning he had brought with him and began to roast it.

After a while, the aroma of barbecue wafted in the breeze.

'Whew'

Another breeze blew up the rotting leaves on the ground with a faint bitter smell and a rustling sound.

Frowning, Gris raised his head to look at the sky, the moonlight that was bright just now had slowly dimmed at this time, and a trace of black clouds had crept up at some point.

It seems like it might rain soon.

However, in order to escape as soon as possible, the things he brought with him were all personal belongings, and things such as wizard tents were not prepared.

"Damn" cursed softly, and Gris stood up and looked at the trees around him.

I'm going to try to build a simple shelter for myself.

'Smack'

With a crisp sound, a small arm-thick tree was corroded and broken by him with negative energy, and then cut into neat lengths and held together with improvised sorcery to form a square plank.

Then he brought four thicker pieces of wood and stuck them in the ground, and put the planks on top.

When he had done this, he took out a thin brown root from his body and pressed it on the improvised canopy.

With a 'snort', the roots sank into the trees, a faint green fluorescence, and large green leaves were spawned to cover three sides.

At this time, the barbecue has been thoroughly grilled, and the aroma of meat fills all around.

However, the creatures around this neighborhood have been cleaned up by Gris, and he is not worried about attracting anything.

Moreover, he has set up several secret sentinels in this area for safety, and if there is a strong energy fluctuation, he will alert the two of them.

Looking at Yuri, who was still diligent and wanted to exercise his mental strength, Gris said slowly.

"Take a break, you're too traumatized. Not suitable for long meditations, eat something first. ”

Hear his voice. Yuri opened his eyes, and his face, which had recovered a little, turned pale again. He pulled his lips into a smile and said respectfully.

"Yes, Mistress Gris."

Reaching out and tearing off a piece of golden meat, he put it in his mouth, and without chewing two bites, a trace of worry flashed in Yuri's eyes.

"Lord Gris, why hasn't the teacher followed me for so long, will there be any accidents?"

"Well, maybe." Gris picked a campfire to make the flames brighter. He turned his head and said lightly.

"However, he will definitely get out, don't worry, wasn't it the same before, you better get your body in good shape first and then take care of the rest, tomorrow we will arrive at Fort William, I know the owner there, and he will help us get to Dustman safely."

Quietly listening to Gris's next arrangement, Yuri nodded a little blankly, not knowing what to say.

Although very confident in Sain. But this time he still had a feeling of emptiness in his heart, the teacher who took care of him like a father

After a brief barbecue, he was placed to sleep in the canopy at Gris's insistence.

The silver moon in the sky was completely obscured by dark clouds. The whole secluded forest seemed to be empty except for the dim glow of fire.

'Rustle rustle'

The rain finally fell, and the sound of dripping leaves slowly sounded. The light of the fire placed in the bonfire outside gradually went out completely under the raindrops, and a wisp of white smoke came out of the extinguished bonfire.

The white smoke slowly wrapped around like a long cut line.

'Wow'

The sound of water waves suddenly sounded in the silent rain curtain.

Gris in the canopy snapped his eyes open. He held the short staff in his hand, and at some point it slowly lit up with flashing red dots.

"Huh?"

Looking at his short staff, he frowned.

Yuri next to him heard the sound of heavy breathing. It seems to be sleeping with a good fragrance.

Rising from the dry ground, Gris stepped out of the canopy, and the drizzle outside slid quickly over his head and slid away so that it couldn't reach him at all.

'Bang Bang Bang Bang'

There was another sound of rippling water, and this time he clearly heard it coming from not far away, and at the same time it seemed that someone was deliberately stirring up the movement of the water waves.

It's a little eerie in the stillness of the forest, where only the rustle is clear.

Gris thought for a moment, and then he pulled a black wooden plaque from his waist and held it in his hand, holding a short staff at the same time, and then walked towards the voice.

The black boots on the rotting leaves and wet mud made him feel sick.

After walking for five minutes, he stopped beside a large tree, and next to the tree was a simple black doll, diagonally inserted in the wetland, and the top of the doll's head was a tiny crack, and a faint red light came out of it.

Picking up the doll, Gris brushed away the rain and dirt from it, and he frowned.

It was a secret whistle he had set up, but now it had been destroyed without warning, and even the signal had not been sent.

"Did I not clean it up?" He muttered a little confused.

'Wow'

Suddenly, the sound of water reappeared, but this time it was very close, as if it was close to him.

For a while, even he had a little numb scalp.

Without even thinking about it, the short staff in his hand jerked back, and a black light mixed with green suddenly shot out.

'Whew! ’

The light struck a large tree, melting into a fist-sized hole, and bits of green corrosive liquid fell to the ground.

He turned slowly, and looked in amazement at the small 'whoop' sound coming from a black well that had protruded from the ground.

Above the black well was a brown gallows, with black hemp rope entwined haphazardly, and an iron bucket still hanging from the end of the hemp rope.

As the raindrops fall, it makes a 'ding' sound.

"Well? When did it appear? ”

He was clear that there was nothing when he came just now, and this well had no energy breath, exactly the same as an ordinary well.

But in he was there an uncomfortable feeling haunting in his heart.

Just as Gris's confusion was concerned, there was another 'boom' sound, and this time he could hear the sound coming from the well.

"Humph!"

He snorted coldly, stretched out his hand and pointed at the well sharply, and a large black ball of light shot out directly from his fingers, cutting an arc and sinking into the well.

'Boom! ’

'Whoa-'

The explosion was followed by a large stream of water at the bottom of the well, which rattled the barrels above the gallows.

"Whatever it is, it should be quiet!"

After waiting for two minutes and no more sounds, Gris narrowed his eyes and turned to leave.

However, when he returned to the location of the canopy, he found that Yuri lying in the canopy was strangely gone.

There was still some warmth on the ground where he was lying, as if he had just left.

"What's the situation!?"

Looking at the location where Yuri disappeared, Gris's heart was a little hairy, and he vaguely felt that something bad was being targeted.

'Wow! ’

The reappearance of the sound of water made Gris's form stiffen, and he quickly ran out of the canopy.

He had barely taken two steps when he suddenly saw a black well standing quietly in the shadows behind the canopy.

The appearance of this black well was exactly the same as what he had just seen.

Gris subconsciously took two steps back, a breeze blew, a cool feeling, and at this time, his forehead and face were already covered with fine cold sweat.

"Is this a spirit?"

Just as he was guessing, the hemp rope on the black well gallows actually began to turn strangely and slowly, round and round, allowing the iron bucket to slowly slide into the black well.

Gris tried to turn away, but found that his body was strangely unable to move, as if he had been witchcrafted.

Only then did he realize that a slender wisp of white smoke was surrounding the canopy, twisting and swaying like a living thing.

A cold aura that is the opposite of life lingers around.

'Poof! ’

The iron bucket finally fell into the well, and the originally soft hemp rope suddenly stretched straight, as if it had been caught by something at the bottom of the well, and climbed up tremblingly.

Looking at the taut hemp rope in the black well, feeling this cold breath, Gris's eyes suddenly widened.

"No, it's not a spirit, this place is a naturally formed cursed place?"

The Cursed Lands, whether artificially or naturally, are a very terrifying area for a week.

Its existence often experiences the death of a considerable number of organisms, which is very rare but also very terrifying.

Even official wizards won't be idle in this kind of area, after all, the Cursed Lands has another title: the Lost Garden.

Of course, the appearance of the Cursed Lands is not fixed, and most of them only appear because of some kind of opportunity.

"Damn!? How could you get to such a place?" Gris, a little annoyed.

He was a wizard who specialized in negative energy, and he had known about this strange place for a long time, but it was the first time he had experienced it, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

If it's an Spirit, then he still knows how, but the Cursed Lands

Just as Gris was thinking about how to get rid of his stiff body first.

'Smack!! ’

A pale hand grabbed the mouth of the well and appeared in his sight. (To be continued......)