In front of the door frame of a dilapidated shop, a yellow bronze plaque was hung with the name of the shop simply written in magical words: Methodist Magical Potions Shop.

On the counter of the shop, a bald middle-aged man in a long robe was exchanging the price of goods with a black-robed mage, and after a while, the middle-aged man showed a satisfied smile, he pushed a bottle of textured black jar to the other party, and also took out some other gadgets from the counter.

"These things are kind of bonus, they can expel some small things like bloodsuckers, although they are not very useful, but at least they can save some trouble. What about this expulsion of dust, you can rest assured, this is definitely a perfect potion product, if you don't believe it, you can also ask other potion mages to test it. ”

The black-robed man on the opposite side showed a hint of a smile, looked at the other party with inky black eyes, and said indifferently: "The reputation of your shop is still there, and it is impossible to bear the name of a stain for such a thing, I will leave now, you can continue to business slowly." ”

"Goodbye, friendly guest!" The middle-aged man smiled slightly.

The black-robed man turned to leave the shop, and his familiar face was none other than Grant.

Earlier, after Grant left the gates of the Shadow Academy, he prepared to go to the Dead Woods. And there was a little trouble in the woods that stopped him, and that was the little goblins flying around in the woods, and those goblins were very good at attacking humans, and they had a certain magical immunity, so they were very annoying.

The gray stone slabs were on the floor, and there were some traces of last night's rain, and some of the wet gray slabs had gray but transparent liquid squirming forward. They are as slow as snails.

"This is a liquid amoeba, I didn't expect the soil here to be quite good. I'll go to the Dead Woods Import to the northwest first. The next thing is to enter the manor for about three days, and everything is hoped to be smooth and successful. There's nothing else going to be a pain in the ass. ”

After wishing himself slightly, Grant tightened the neckline of his shirt. He knew that it was colder these days, and those cold winds with strong wind elements often liked to blow on him.

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It took me half a day to reach my destination.

Grant stood in front of the bare giant forest, and he looked up at the giant trees that were seventy or eighty meters high, their bodies were about the thickness of four or five people, and the gray bark had some forked hairs on the surface, and the leaves of the trees barely allowed the sunlight to shine in.

"Heiru!"

Grant snapped his fingers, and a pitch-black flame appeared out of thin air in his chest. Out of the burning flames crawled out a strange beast full of streamlined figures, and it was none other than Heiru.

It glared at Grant with dark golden eyes, then approached him and sat him on his back.

"When I move up two levels, I'm afraid that Heiru's speed will be on par with mine, and then I will have to use a plestourine instead of a mount. For now, let's get to the ruined manor in the dead woods. ”

Grant stroked Heilu's supple fur, touched it twice, and immediately stepped on. His gaze looked into the shadows deep in the woods, where it was pitch black, and occasionally a cold breeze blew from it. With a hint of musty and other smells, Grant's chest was a little stuffy and uncomfortable.

"Let's go!" Grant lowered his breathing and heart rate a little.

Heilu let out a low roar, jumped forward with his legs and stepped more than ten meters away, and then turned into a black streamer and rushed into the distance. Everything around me seemed to have knocked over an inkwell and became a blur and mess.

The dead forest covers an area of dozens of kilometers, and there are many demonic beasts growing inside, such as gray-black crypt spiders. And the queen spider, the reptilian monitor lizard. Demonic beasts like the Giant Rat are all about level 10 to 14. There are also some mages who are used to hunting here.

But because the value of this kind of magical beast is extremely small, there are not too many mages who come, and it is even difficult to see.

For two days, the sun rose and set.

Grant rushed from the outside of the dead woods to the inner edge of the realm, he had not rested for the past two days, and he rushed there completely with his high-intensity physique and mental strength, during which he also let the snake-tailed wolf and the white frost silver wolf replace Heiru back and forth.

The sky began to darken, the surrounding light was very faint, everything was swallowed up by darkness and shadows, and the surrounding trees gradually lost sight of any tall trees, all of them were dark and a few dark green eyes.

Some faint beast roar slowly spread through the air.

"The inside is full of demonic beasts of level ten or above, and it is even more difficult to deal with at night. Now you can only rest your mental strength outside a little and wait until the day before you go in, which is the best judgment. ”

Grant lit a bonfire, and dim flames curled out of the wood. A lot of food was inserted into the cracks of the stones on both sides of the bonfire, and they were inserted there by a thin metal and grilled with a flame, and the surface of the pork leg meat was roasted golden brown by the flames, and the tender and refreshing oil juice kept coming out of the surface of the skin, and fell onto the bonfire with a clatter, making the oil and flames sizzle.

After a long time of drinking and eating, Grant rested on a tall tree near the campfire, and he placed the poisonous centipede next to the tree to detect danger around him. As long as there is danger, he immediately puts on a fighting form.

There were about a dozen demonic beasts under the surrounding trees, and their levels were all around seven or eight. They stared at the mage on the tree with a slight fear, they had an inexplicable fear of the first-order mage, it was the difference in strength between the living beings, but they also coveted the human in front of them.

A seventh-level gray armor-piercing beast, with a heavy and bulging shell, sharp claws like half-curved scythes, always full of a cold metallic sense of danger, it stared at the giant tree with scarlet eyes, and slowly approached him.

It felt that with its solid defensive ability, it could also defend against the resistance of the mage for a move or two.

But just when he advanced a few meters and thought there was no danger.

"Whew! Shout! ”

There seemed to be a muffled snort in the night sky, and the eyes of the gray armor-piercing beast suddenly felt heart-rending pain, and it howled and turned around and rolled dozens of meters away, a pair of sharp claws painfully pulled out two black steel arrows from its eyes, and blood was suddenly sprinkled on the ground.

It slumped away from its place, no longer daring to attack the human mage.

The other monsters originally had some thoughts of attacking, but when they saw the fate of the armor-piercing beast, they couldn't help but retreat in their hearts, afraid that the mage's next target would be themselves. They are not those internal demonic beasts that have surpassed level ten or above, and they do not have great strength.

Some only have a desire to fight and a desire to survive, and in the face of a powerful opponent, they will try to protect their lives first. (To be continued.) )