The Black Forest has nothing to do with darkness and evil, but rather a wealth of life and precious resources, and countless adventurers and pioneer knights have flocked to it in an attempt to create their own glory.

The origin of the name Black Forest can be traced back to before the Glory Age, when the humans on the earth were still very weak, and the world was firmly controlled by the powerful Elven Empire and other powerful intelligent races, and at that time the vast forest was owned by the Dark Elves, so people called it the Black Forest.

Later, the elven empire fell apart, the high elves and the dark elves turned against each other and fought, and finally the dark elves were forced to evacuate from here and moved to the cold and barren northern continent.

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The morning sun illuminates a bright path through the forest, and the black dots moving under the sky gather together and are fleeting.

Early birds get worms.

Adams looked at the hazy veils of light hanging from the canopy, but his mind was thinking about what the teacher had taught in junior high school science class, which was the Tyndall phenomenon.

The alchemist led the way with the medicine basket on her back, and Reina bounced through the pale blue flowers, plucking one of the prettiest flowers and pinning them in her hair, grinning and taking Adams' hand.

Hilton's face was not very good, and since the two of them reached a fair trade agreement, the alchemist's attitude towards Adams had changed sharply.

He snorted inaudibly, then turned around to put on a grinning face.

"Reina, can you help Dad get the medicine shovel? ”

Reina was a good boy, and she let go of the hand holding Adams in response, and waved it happily as she took the medicine shovel handed over by the alchemist with both hands.

Adams was a little speechless, he felt the slightly fermented sour vinegar in the air, Reina was just an underage girl under the age of eighteen, and as a good young man who had grown up in the glory of socialism, he would definitely not stretch out his claws to an innocent child.

However, he also disdained the Hilton theory full of dirty thoughts, so he pretended to be nonchalant and hung at the back of the line, and was called "the queen of the palace".

After walking for about ten minutes, the alchemist stopped, and he pointed not far away.

Looking over Hilton's fingers, Adams saw a creek there, which had almost dried up, revealing a damp riverbed. The riverbed was littered with scattered leaves, and the smell of dirt hit my face.

Perhaps nourished by long periods of fallen leaves and unfortunate stranded fish carcasses, the soil is fertile, with a few clumps of unknown herbs tingling gently on the riverbed.

"That's the Pure Heart Grass we're looking for," the alchemist said to the young man, who stopped him as he stepped forward.

"Look down at the bottom of the riverbed, there's a giant crocodile. ”

Startled, Adams looked carefully into the mud under the riverbed, and sure enough, he found a large, motionless sculpture-like creature beneath the scattered leaves.

The giant crocodile is about seven meters long, and it is lazily lying on the riverbed in its brown hard shell, and its thick snout is stuck in the mud and it spits bubbles unhurriedly.

The alchemist shrugged at Adams, "An alchemist without materials has no combat power, and honestly I can't do anything about it." ”

Hilton then warned the young man, "You better be careful, this big man is not as dull as he appears, in fact I have seen it come out of the mire and bite the fawn that tries to leap over, and the poor fellow will explode with blood in just one bite." ”

Adams took a deep breath and began to chant the incantation under the alchemist's stunned expression, and in Hilton's perception, the magic in the air was enriched by an invisible network to the side of the young man's body, and then a translucent chain appeared out of thin air in Adams's right hand.

Necromancy is a one-ring spell, a soul chain.

The soul chain stabbed into the crocodile's body at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

Smack, muddy water splashes.

The crocodile struggled frantically, rolling in the mud, its tail slapping violently on the riverbed, making mud puddles of different sizes.

The soul chain in his right hand was stretched in a straight line, and Adams sweated profusely to maintain the spiritual piercing that magic simulated, and he walked along the soul chain towards the tyrannical monster, the Mithril dagger in his left hand slashing at the monster's short neck.

Like a hot knife slicing through butter, the Mithril dagger broke through the monster's skin without hindrance, and foul blood flew out of the wound and splashed on Adams's face.

The monster beneath him rolled over and threw Adams flying, and the soul chains snapped apart inch by inch.

The giant crocodile opened its monstrous mouth, disgusting saliva trickling down between its teeth and onto the ground, its yellow-brown vertical pupils staring at the young man.

As Hilton had said, the gigantic, bloated-looking monster moved as swift as the wind, crawling in front of Adams almost in the blink of an eye.

Fortunately, Adams was prepared, and another soul chain pierced into the monster's body, he grabbed the back of the monster's neck, and made two more strokes on the wound, cutting off the common carotid artery blood vessels that supplied blood, and the monster's struggle became weaker and weaker, and finally remained motionless after a few minutes.

Adams breathed a sigh of relief, out of fear of the erosion of chaos, he didn't dare to fight as hard as he used to, and to be honest, even a ring of spells that could only be cast by a formal mage was a little unsatisfactory in terms of power.

Even have to manually make up for the damage yourself, it seems that others are right, knights are better than mages.

Hilton's stunned expression was still fixed on his face, and the alchemist's jaw almost fell to the ground.

"You, you know magic, you're a necromantic mage?"

"I never seemed to say I wasn't a magician," Adams said, carefully pulling up his trouser legs and stepping over the quagmire to uproot the few Pure Heart Grasses from the fertile soil.

He straightened up and looked coldly at the alchemist.

"How, my dear Hilton, a faithful believer in Roman, the goddess of honest business. Are you going to break the contract?"