Back in a little earlier, when Apo asked Romeona and Olga not to stay far from the church, in the northern part of the Forest of the Dead, a group of strangers arrived—a group of strangers who were not very familiar with the forest. The group sailed from the southern strait to the west of the Sea of Darkness, disembarked at a small remote port in the northern part of the Forest of the Dead, and went directly into the Forest of the Dead, heading west. In the beginning, it was a team of more than 100 people, with wagons carrying goods and attendants, lined up in a continuous line into the forest. After a few days the procession of the hundred or so men was reduced to half of its number, and the carriage stopped and did not follow any further, and after a few more days, the men were reduced by half again, this time the warriors of the Black Iron and below classes stopped and walked on the way back from which the carriage had returned......

Until the end, there were only six people left, from a brigade of more than 100 people to a small team, and continued to advance to the depths of the forest of the dead, and these few people were actually the important people on this trip. The reason why the people and carriages left behind could not continue to follow was because they were afraid that their lives would be in danger if they continued to go forward. Although winter was approaching, the temperature in the northern part of the forest was significantly lower than in the area that had also been hit by the cold winds. The temperature here is unusually low, and a thick white mist fills the jungle, and if this fog is inhaled into the human body, it can make people feel cold and unable to recover for a long time. Many of the people left behind fell ill from inhaling the cold mist and lost the ability to fight. And they just sucked in the thinner white mist.

In the current location of these six people, this fog is not just as simple as infecting people with wind and cold. In the fog where they couldn't see their fingers, the six of them could see the surrounding trees and vegetation, as if covered with a layer of hoarfrost, the green was covered with white, and they could only faintly see the trace of exposed emerald green. The Forest of the Dead was already a dim place, but now with this thick fog, even if it was daytime, it was like being in the night.

At the end of the line was a knight in light armor, wearing a covered helmet, revealing half of his face, his eyes exposed, the mist did not invade his eyes, and he was bright, and his pupils seemed to have flames, protecting him from being blinded by the mist. He took a torch from his horse's baggage, and was about to light it when the man in front of him turned around and stopped him. "It's better not to ignite a fire. ”

The knight stopped igniting the fire, but did not put the torch down, "This is the torch I bought for some money without extinguishing the torch, only a little flame, the magic flame burning on the torch will not be extinguished in a storm or a heavy rain, or even in this environment." ”

In front of him was an old rider, dressed in thick robes and without any protection, but with a two-handed sword hanging from his back, the body of which was thick like a plank rather than a sword. "Put away your clever little toy. It's because it won't go out, so I can't let you light it. ”

"Why?" asked the young knight.

"Because the fire in your hand is going to draw those things in, idiot. The old man with the heavy sword on his back said.

The young knight only shrugged his shoulders, but put the torch back down, "You're too careful, old captain. ”

"Use your muscular brain to think about where we are now. The old man, known as the old captain, snorted, "The fog is getting thicker, and we're getting close to that spirit demon...... And the undead under the Astral Demons. ”

The spirit demon is indeed a name that can make people feel fear, and even the most powerful warrior will tremble when faced with such an existence. No one will question the strength of the spirit demon, because most people don't even have a chance to face it, they are directly blocked from the fog that surrounds this forest, and those who dare to force themselves in will die in this fog, turning into a corpse covered in frost, and maybe they will be looked at by the spirit demon and become a pawn or a toy for it......

However, there are also people of extraordinary strength who can break into this mist and get closer to the true body of the spirit demon.

Perhaps, the true body of the Astral Demon does not exist anywhere, and it may be that this mist is the body of the Astral Demon, but no one knows what the truth will be.

"You're being too cautious. The young knight said that because of his respect for the old man and the etiquette habits he had cultivated over the years, he did not dare to say that the old man was "too timid", but the meaning of the words was actually the same, at least for him.

"You haven't seen an astral demon, and you don't know how terrifying it is. The old man sighed and shook his head, "Ignorance, so fearless." ”

"No, I'm not ignorant and fearless. The young knight smiled and looked at the front of the group, his eyes burning, "With that lord in front, even if I have tens of thousands of heretic troops in front of me, I will not be afraid. ”

The young knight's fiery feelings seemed to have turned into a reality, and in the space where the white mist lingered, it seemed to be able to turn into a flame. The old man could feel it very clearly, and his gaze was so enthusiastic that his back seemed to burn. He sighed, turned his head, and continued to look ahead. In front of the old man there were two men in robes and cloaks, both in body and face, hidden under their clothes, wrapped tightly and impermeable. Occasionally, there will be a coughing sound in front of me, and I don't know which one's body is so weak.

The old man was not a mage, but the two people in front of him were undoubtedly mages, as long as the staff they carried on their backs and the magic book on their waists were not pretty.

"You have no problem, do you?" called the old man to the man in front of him.

The mage in front of the old man turned his head, and the old man could only see a pair of mage's eyes, and the corners of the eyes covered with crow's feet, and other than that, his entire face was covered by cloth, "Thank you for your concern, Captain." I'm an old problem, don't worry, it won't affect my spellcasting and chanting. ”

"That's good, Mage Medik. The old man said, "This place is very unlucky, and I want you to be careful." ”

"I know better than you do, Captain. "The fog is already unsettling...... It's a combination of magic and death, and it's not real fog at all. If you suck this thing in without precautions, I'm afraid you'll be exposed to the eyes of the spirits. ”

"I don't think there will be such a fragile existence with that adult who is still with him. The old man said.

Medik froze for a moment, then laughed, his laughter coming from the fabric, small and dull. "Yes, as long as you follow the adult in front of you, even if you face the spirit demon, I don't think there will be much of a problem. ”

Whether it is a young knight or an old mage, in this world that has been shaped by the white mist, there is no anxiety or fear because of one person, and there is even room for it...... There is also the outburst of someone's hot feelings.

The man was at the front, followed by a female knight. The female knight is an elf, dressed in carved leather armor with black tights underneath it, which perfectly accentuates her body. The elf had two scars on her face, like two claw marks, that were pulled diagonally from the left side of her forehead to the right of the corner of her mouth. But even with the horrible scar, you can tell that this is a beautiful elf, with a thin pointed chin, slightly thin cheeks, bright eyes, and slender eyebrows...... is telling others that she is an elf who is not ugly, and she is an elf who can attract the attention of others. It's just that all of this seems to have been ruined by two scars, and the grim expression on her face makes it difficult for people to pay attention to her appearance again.

At the side of the female knight, there was also a man who rode side by side. This is a man who has wrapped himself more thoroughly than anyone else, the gray robe wrapping around the slender body, and the cuffs are not showing skin, but layers of black cloth. Beneath the wide hood, the face was also covered in strips of black cloth, and even the eyes were not spared, but the man was still riding a horse, without anyone's help, and facing forward, it looked as if he could still see, even if his eyes were obscured. Strips of cloth wrapped around the head, making it impossible to see the face, only a rough outline to let one know that at least it wasn't something oddly shaped, maybe it was a human, or maybe it was ...... An elf.

The elf spoke to the densely wrapped man, "I don't like the restless imp in the back, whose stupid gaze gives goosebumps to my back. ”

"There's a good thing for you, it's not looking at you. The man who didn't show his face replied, although the voice was a little dull and distorted through the fabric, but the voice belonged to a woman. "Viline, I've told you many times to be tolerant of children and not to treat them the same way you treat adults. ”

"That imp is already an adult, master. The female elf known as Verin replied, not as if she was not going to retract her words like this, "That kind of gaze is too rude for Blackwater Rider. ”