The faint blue moonlight shone on the rolling hills and hills, the cries of partridges and nightingales rose and fell in the summer nights, the dark bushes often stirred, and the east coast winds climbed along the Helga Mountains and lost their sharpness and only a little saltiness.

Adess has completed her mission and is gradually approaching the western border, and in the distant and mysterious east, a dazzling colored moon gradually rises, and the flower moon Bichilan quietly appears.

Witches and illusionists believe that the Kazuki Bichilan and her two older sisters are very different, and that the first moon is a symbol of goodness and beauty, as well as the benevolence of the gods. In the distant Second Age, the apprentices of the wizards of the White Tower often tempered their magic into the Void at the rising of the first moon, and Vania would protect their spirits and flesh from the dark forces of the Void. Among the three Moon Sisters who dominate the night, Adesis is a mysterious and low-key totem, and many goblin clans in the northern Norden jungle stubbornly believe that the cyan moonlight is similar to the skin color on their body, so they choose to start hunting when the blue moon appears.

While the rest of the race laughed at the filthy and inferior creatures of the Goblins, who believed in the noble and holy Lady Adeis, Blue Moon was always generous, willing to offer her magic to her devotees, and it was said that on the night of the Blue Moon, the spells of the Goblin Sacrifice would be greatly increased.

However, when people evaluate the most beautiful flower moon, they always like to use proverbs such as "femme fatale" or "colorful mushrooms often contain deadly toxins". The ancient Anzedi people never used spells when Kazuki appeared, and the witches kept it secretive, but no matter how flamboyant and beautiful Lady Bichilan was, one can indeed learn from the records of the Southern Pearl Tower Perpetual Calendar, and the scaly claws of many of the old gods have always played an inglorious role in these stories where it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Duran climbed a small hill and struggled to support his knees with his hands, regaining his strength that was on the verge of drying up.

The view on the hill is quite good, and the colorful moonlight with heavy makeup replaces the light cyan light, and the earth seems to be clothed in a layer of colorful new clothes in an instant. Duran didn't have any disrespect for Lady Kazuki, but when it came time, he had to stop and find a place to rest.

Duran's calculations were very accurate, and if he took the official road, even if he rode horses and carriages, it would take more than three days to reach the West Mountain Pass. Choosing to cross the withering trail, calculated at three times the walking speed of a normal person, it will take no more than two days at most.

Although it would be advantageous to rush to the West Mountain Pass as soon as possible, Duran had a plan in his mind, and he only needed to arrive one step earlier than the Burning Blood Oath Legion Knight. Not to mention, traversing the Withered Trail is no easy task, and without enough physical strength and energy, a single flame lizard is enough to bury a dozen Assassin apprentices like Duran.

Duran found an inconspicuous shelter on the hill, and the rest of the western foothills of Helga Mountain should be safe before entering the withering trail, but the beasts that hunt at night could not be avoided, and Duran could only sleep with his oak thorn and bronze dagger and coat tightly clung to it.

This night, Duran slept very soundly, and since the time crossed, he had experienced several battles in the Evil Lands, whether it was Casa the Corpse Snatcher or Arabel, the evil spirit, both of which were characters that exhausted Duran. Under the rotation of battles, he not only consumed a lot of physical strength, but also energy. Leveling up may help you grow stronger, but that doesn't mean you can become a robot in the blink of an eye, and the necessary rest is still very important.

When he awoke, Lady Bitchland had disappeared below the horizon, and the scorching light was shining on Duran, and he was burned all over his body.

"It's so hot......" Duran struggled to get up with sleepy eyes, the light of the summer morning was enough to wake him up, it can be seen that Duran was not easy to walk for the next day or so.

Duran moved quickly and cleaned up a little. A poor night's sleep had made him recover a lot, according to the data on the evil contract, it was 78% - for this Duran couldn't help but sigh that the young man's physical recovery ability is strong - and the most important thing is that now he is full of energy and clear mind, and the next plan and journey have gone through his mind a little, Duran feels that it is basically foolproof.

So he hastily ate some dry food in his satchel on the sweet and pure stream of the mountain, and I have to say that this black cookie with a hint of sour taste is not a delicacy at all, but Duran still eats very cheerfully, after all, he has been hungry for almost a day.

After resting, Duran stopped and walked down the hill and crossed the shallow of a small river, and a small waterfall appeared in Duran's sight. Countless streams of water splash down from above the waterfall, creating a small lake in the hollow.

"Lake Valmy." Duran smiled a little, and found this lake, so it was no longer far from the withering trail.

To Duran's surprise, there were some wild blood melons growing sparsely in the sandy area near Lake Valmy's Lake Lake, and Duran, whose taste buds were crushed by the moldy cookies, excitedly picked two and carried them in his arms, and this juicy and nutritious fruit would come in handy when he was thirsty and tired from a long journey.

Anyway, in the deep mountains and old forests, Duran was not afraid of being seen by others, so he took off his thin shirt and wrapped two blood melons in it. After doing all this, he walked along the sandy beach of the lake towards the middle of Lake Valmy.

The lake was not deep, and although Duran was thin, the water level in the middle of the lake was only as high as his shoulders, and soon, Duran walked to the waterfall.

He held the blood melon in one hand, and with the other hand began to caress the mountain wall behind the waterfall through the thin curtain of water, and finally the stone wall of the flowing water was extremely smooth, and in some places it was covered with moss. Duran took a deep breath and groped little by little, and after about ten minutes, his right hand finally touched the empty space.

"Hey, I found it!"

Duran's body continued to move to the right, and in the light of the day, he could see clearly that the black cave behind the waterfall was different from the other mountain walls, even through the thin curtain of water.

This is the entrance to the Wither Trail, the Spider's Cave.

Without hesitation, Duran crossed the curtain of water and burrowed into the cave.

It was dark in the spider's crypt, and Duran's vision was greatly limited, but he was not afraid. Because the journey in the dark will not be long, and although the spider crypt has a terrifying and evocative name, it is not very dangerous in itself.

Duran, who is familiar with the materials and history of the Fernand Continent, knows that the Withered Trail was originally a path forged by a group of thieves and smugglers in the Second Age. At that time, human civilization had developed to the extreme, and today the place where White Sands exists is inhabited by many moon elves and ice elves. The merchants who took risks for their own interests secretly banded together to open up the Withered Trail that ran through the western foothills of Helga Mountain—it was not called that name at the time, but when the Second Age ended, twelve evil dragons crossed the plane and took control of the world, and the ice elves and moon elves near White Sands left and hid in the shelters, and the merchants stopped coming and going, and the withering trail gradually fell into ruin, occupied by some wild monsters.

The reason why the Spider Crypt has such an impressive name is only because when the smugglers opened the way, a long-dead female spider was found in this cave, and it was said that the spider was so large that it almost caught up with a bull. The merchants removed the spider's carcass and buried it properly, and because of superstition, they named the short cave after the dead spider, hoping that the spider's spirits, if any, would bless them with good fortune.

The above information flashed through Duran's mind one by one, and the strong light in front of him suddenly poured into Duran's eyes, and he got used to it a little, and calmly walked out of the cave.

The world outside the mouth was hotter than the rest of the western foothills of Helgar, and the road was lined with no grass, red or earthy yellow dirt filled Duran's eyes, and a winding and endless path spiraled up a hill in front of him, and then circled down from nowhere.

Flame Lair.

That's the name of the hill, and when the withered trail is no longer inhabited, a group of flaming lizards that have migrated from nowhere have turned the place into a nest to entrench. There were no less than a hundred flame lizards living in the lair deep in the hills, and the worst of these flame lizards also had silver-level strength, and Duran's little assassin apprentice was really not enough to look at them.

However, Duran was not prepared to go head-on with these hospitable wild animals, he had only borrowed this place, and with his stealth skills, he should be able to avoid most of the battles. And the treasure buried at the bottom of the lair of flames, although Duran was a little moved, but he was sensible and opened the evil contract in time to confirm his strength, and at the same time told himself that it was not in the game now, and there was no way to resurrect it if he hung up.

So he completely dismissed his plan to find the treasure [Molten Heart] right now, anyway, not many people knew about the lair of the Flame Lizard, and it didn't hurt to come and pick up this treasure when he grew up to a gold-level assassin.

Duran carefully walked down the path of the lair of flames with the blood melon in his hand, the flame lizards have the ability to change color and camouflage, sometimes looking like a desert from afar, and when you enter, you will find a dozen fire lizards lying in ambush for you to greet you. Fortunately, Duran's perception is barely qualified, and the benefit of digitizing his body is that he can perform at the highest level of his body anytime and anywhere.

The rugged mountain roads became extremely difficult to walk in the hot climate, and Duran slowed down considerably in order to guard against any possible crisis.

It took him two hours before he was halfway up the mountain.

At this moment, a rapid and low wail came from the front, and Duran's eyelids jumped, and he bent down quietly.

“ds‘rego！”

The stealth skill was activated instantly, and Duran disappeared in place, leaving only a faint shadow.

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