At night, Xu Yichen was about to enter the [Meditation] state again, and under the guidance of the ranger, they were still less than four hours away from the elf's camp.

"The meditation rituals of demon hunters have always been something that the outside world wants." Aiferal stirred up the bonfire and said to Xu Yichen: "There have been many studies on your incomparably simple meditation method in the New World. ”

"They're interested in meditation potions, right?" Xu Yichen took out the precious potion that the teacher gave him, and he never used it again except for the first time when he entered the meditation state.

"That's right, Kyle Mohan's skills in alchemy potions have amazed the mages, and you can always get some unexpected products when synthesizing poisons." The silver-haired witch spread her hands: "The research that tried to reverse analyze the ingredients of the meditation potion ended up with a more toxic product. ”

"Hopefully, the mages are as good at purifying toxins as we are." The Demon Hunter took a deep breath and entered the [Meditation] state.

Xu Yichen, who had just fought with the spirits, hoped to get more training and news during the [meditation] process, and he didn't want to be helpless when facing this kind of enemy again.

But this night he didn't get what he wanted, and in the state of [meditation], Xu Yichen relived the last battle with the Champion Samurai of Torture.

In the dream realm, Xu Yichen lost the talent bonuses of [Pure Fire] and [Iron and Blood, Kill], just like an ordinary apprentice of a fledgling demon hunter.

He can only use the sword in his hand and the unskilled magic seal skills to engage in a blade dance with the Sadistic Champion.

Fortunately, in the dream realm, Xu Yichen was still accompanied by [Nar's flame-shaped sword], and whenever the long sword slashed through the air, leaving a series of gorgeous flame ripples, he could feel that his old friend was saying goodbye to him.

On this night, the demon hunter was cut into pieces, cut off by the waist, beheaded, and smashed into pulp by a knife in the laughter of the abusive champion.

When Xu Yichen felt the warmth of the sun shining on his skin again, he felt that the muscles and bones all over his body were protesting.

Of course, this is all a mental effect, one of the sequelae left after being killed by the enemy countless times in the dream realm, accompanied by mental fatigue.

"After a long night of [meditation], you have relived the formidable enemy you have encountered, and although it has taken you a lot of energy, it is not meaningless, and victory is always reserved for the experienced."

"You didn't gain experience points in the [Meditation] state, but your weapon proficiency [Two-handed Heavy Sword] gained 15 points increase."

"Your weapon proficiency [Two-handed Heavy Sword] has been increased to: Proficiency [1550/2000]."

"You still have unassigned professional skills, and I wish you a happy new day to face all that comes your way."

A series of hints, as if it was just an ordinary day, only the fog in the forest became thicker and thicker as the three of them went deeper, and the visibility became worse and worse.

"I didn't know that the inner ring of the Black Forest had deteriorated to such an extent that it had deteriorated!" Ranger Alex looked at the white mist around him that was almost condensed into substance, felt the coolness, and said with some surprise.

"Inner ring?" Xu Yichen used the dagger to leave a mark on the trunk of the tree beside him, even if there was a ranger to lead the way, the demon hunter was not willing to take the risk, if he got lost in this dense fog, the possibility of death was very high.

As a warrior, he is not afraid of an invincible enemy, and if he cannot fight to the death, he is better off fighting to the death.

But in this case, because he got lost and ran out of food, and finally died without honor in a confusion, Xu Yichen refused this way of dying.

From a mark of five meters to a mark of ten meters, the frequency of carving marks became higher and higher as the concentration of fog increased.

The Ranger pulled a stick of grass from the ground, put it in his mouth and tasted it, explaining, "This is what my teacher told me, and it is said that the druids who lived in seclusion in the forest were the first to divide it, and they divided the Black Forest into two parts, the inner ring and the outer ring. ”

"Druids? I've never met druids, they're more mysterious than mages. "The silver-haired witch's long hair became a little wet in the mist.

"My teacher said they stayed away from the fire of civilization a long time ago, in order to be closer to nature." The ranger explained, then jumped over a stream: "The druids have the Arnhem River as the dividing line, and to the east of the river is the outer ring, which should not be interfered with for the sake of human development. ”

"To the west of the Arnhem River, the Far South continent needs to be reserved for Mother Nature, so that those animals and other races can inhabit, this is the inner ring." The Ranger felt that he was getting colder, which was not a good thing, the temperature in the forest had already exceeded that danger line, and many creatures and plants would die from this sudden cooling.

"Who gives them the right to divide what belongs to humanity and what belongs to something else?" Demon hunters don't feel their first impression of a druid.

As a player from an industrial society, he scoffed at the theories of such environmentalists of nature.

Even if there is no Chaos as an external threat, the race that does not absorb a lot of resources to improve itself will eventually be eliminated by nature.

The elves of this world are an example, the race that once stood in the hegemonic position is now accustomed to a life of partial couples.

Without waiting for the ranger to answer, an old, somewhat dry voice suddenly appeared not far from the ranger's side: "Yes...... Mother Nature, who gave us this right, we don't care about what others think, we are only responsible for maintaining, the balance of nature. ”

Alex the Ranger was so frightened that he jumped back across the creek, and with a tiger pounce he burrowed into the bushes next to him and disappeared.

But just as every time Alex's camouflage tricks were found out in a cheating way, this time he pounced on the bushes that didn't disappoint him as always.

The bushes seemed to be activated suddenly, and every fork moved, pushing the ranger out violently.

"I am, a child of nature, without malice, at the invitation of the elves, to come and help." A middle-aged man dressed in a shabby gray robe, with a wrinkled face, and a beard and hair joined together, walked out on the other side of the stream.

The man who called himself the Child of Nature, with a blank face, seemed to have not communicated with anyone for a long time, and when he spoke, he seemed a little urgent, repeating: "There is no malice, we, the people who travel with him." ”

Ranger Alex angrily threw his disguise suit to the ground.