When Willy regains her sight, the first thing she sees is the back of a tall man, and across from him, the poor dwarven Tomahawk is sitting on the ground with a pale face, surrounded by vomit.

"Drink this," Rhaegar handed the potion in his hand to the tomahawk, "it will make you feel better, I never knew dwarves would be so sensitive to flying." ”

If it were in normal times, the stubborn Tomahawk would not hesitate to fight back against such words involving racial dignity, even if the other party was the one who saved them, but at this moment, the strong sense of dizziness made this poor guy obediently take the 'potion' and drink it.

"I know you," the Spirit was the first of the group to recover, and after using his race's unique abilities to soothe Nack, who was also suffering from the discomfort of high-speed flight, he walked up behind Rhaeggar, "You're in that tavern too, and if I'm right, you also blocked those crossbow arrows for us, why do you do that?"

Rhaegar turned to face the guarded Haim, "I need someone to enter the Central Swamp with me," he said, "Obviously, it's dangerous for a single mage to go there, and many times you don't even have time to chant a spell. ”

Compared to Rhaeggar, the Spirit was clearly inferior in size, but that didn't make him feel intimidated in the slightest, and Heim stared into the other's eyes, as if trying to see if he was lying.

"I beg your pardon, it may be rude to treat your savior like this, but I can't take your word for it," Heim said, "and maybe you're telling the truth, but we can't let you in." ”

Rhaegar chuckled softly, "I understand your situation," he said, "It's obviously not a pleasant thing to have an opponent who can buy the sheriff to carry out the assassination, and if it were me, I would be suspicious of any stranger." But if I want to do you a disadvantage, I can easily do it by standing by and watching the crossbow arrows 'shoot' at you, and I don't have to go through such a lot of effort, knowing that it is not easy to carry four people, including the big man, when using flying skills. ”

"And," he continued, "you need me just as I need you." He looked around at all the members of the squad, "The Central Swamp is far more dangerous than you expected, even the strongest samurai will be in trouble there, and a mage will save your life at a critical moment." What's more, you don't have a guide, and you don't have provisions, and I happen to have both of them - my magic map is more useful than any guide. ”

Heim's mind raced to think that as an 'elf' spirit with a long lifespan, he was extremely aware of the power of magic, a mage who could fly with four people had at least sixth-order strength, and in the mundane world, such an existence could almost destroy an army alone.

"Maybe he's really just looking for a few companions," Heim thought, "and we need his provisions and maps." However, a new question arose in his mind: "Why would such a mage not have a samurai? and, why them?"

"I'm just a sixth-order mage who has just been promoted," Rhaegar saw the suspicion of the 'spirit', he knew that the members of this mage-rich race had a deep understanding of both magic and mages, "My teacher ordered me to complete my travels, and the Central Swamp was one of the goals of my travels, and as a full-fledged mage who had been promoted for less than a month, I hadn't had time to recruit followers." ”

This is a very reasonable statement, even Haim can't find a flaw in it, and more importantly, if the other party really has some intentions, there will be no benefit to openly confronting him, and with just a random spell, the other party can make him and his companions not even the slightest scum left.

"In that case, you're welcome to join us. "As the leader of this expedition, the words of the 'spirit' represent the will of all.

"I promise you," Rhaegar said, looking at the soon-to-be-friends of his own, "you won't regret it. ”

"I already regret coming here!" the tomahawk muttered as he struggled to pull his foot out of the mud. Despite being the closest city to the Central Marsh, it would take at least five days to reach the edge of the swamp from Hanar, and even more for those who had lost their mounts in battle—even Rhaegar couldn't take their horses with them while flying with four men, and the day after they left Hanar, a rare heavy rain swept over the area.

Such a heavy rain was undoubtedly welcomed by all the peasants in the wilderness of a long arid place, but for the squads on the way, especially for a dwarf who was only waist-high to the height of a man, the heavy rain caused them a lot of trouble: the road in the middle of the dense woods was trodden by the people of the nearby villages and the animals of the forest, and there were some large and small pits formed for unknown reasons, and under the baptism of the heavy rain, the whole road turned into mud, and the pits became difficult to avoid, and on several occasions people had to pull their tomahawks out of the mud pits。

"When will this abominable road end?" the dwarf grumbled again—his knees were all sunk into a puddle of mud, and if Nack hadn't dragged him out, he would have had to roll in the mud.

"Maybe I can help," Rhaegar said, "if you don't object to me casting magic on you." ”

"Don't think!" Tomahawk was the first to roar, "I will never let any magic touch me!" Although he did not speak, Nack's attitude made the same point, as a warrior with sub-giant blood, he was no less resistant to magic than a dwarf.

"I'll try," Willy said suddenly, "I'm sure he can help us." She walked up to Rhaegar and said, "Now let's see your magic." ”

Rhaegar whispered a spell, then waved his hand, and a white aura flashed on Willy's body.

"Go forward. Rhaegar said to the 'female' warrior.

Even Tomahawk and Nack had to marvel at the sight of Willy walking lightly on the muddy road, and the mud couldn't even touch the instep of her feet, and after ten minutes of continuing to hold on, the dwarf covered in mud finally couldn't bear the abominable path, and after Willy and Heim, the white aura appeared on him again.

"I've heard of this magic," said Haim suddenly, walking side by side with Rhaeggar, "one of my compatriots once saw the same spell from a certain mage, whose name was, Cass, if I remember correctly." ”