Nameless Jungle.

In this underdeveloped area far from the center of civilization, similar unnamed areas can be found everywhere - while all land has lords, not all land can be cultivated.

The kingdom did not have the resources to develop the frontier areas close to the Gondor wasteland, and since the elves helped humanity build a magnificent wall that encircled the entire Gondor wasteland with the Sentinel Tower as the node, the modern nations did not need to amass too many troops on the border to deal with the monsters that occasionally roamed the wasteland, so the border was stuck in a vicious circle of continuous decline.

There is not only one way to get north from Cecil to the town of Tanzania, but the most recent is the official road through the woodland. Otherwise, you'll have to go around the entire area or traverse the more dangerous lawless zone, which is not a good choice.

The deeper you go into the woodland, the darker the daylight becomes, and the thick rotting leaves that accumulate on the ground become more annoying. Although this is not a big forest, a forest that is undisturbed by humans and grows wildly has really increased Gao Wen's knowledge - in his previous life, he lived in an artificial jungle cast of reinforced concrete, and for many years after the crossing, he could only observe the world from a too distant perspective, and at this moment, he realized that his imagination of the natural environment was still too superficial.

But fortunately, he is gradually getting used to this body, the strong physical strength and comprehensive quality of this body itself allows him to face the challenge of survival in the wilderness relatively easily, and the Byron knight and Amber beside him also have experience in crossing mountains and forests, and this journey is still not so bad.

It's just that Hetty is going to suffer a little - even if the Cecil family has declined, it is still a noble family with a long history and direct loyalty to the king, and Hetty is born in it, a noblewoman with good roots, in the aristocratic circle, this lady is already known as well-trained and hard-working, but in the face of nature's challenges, she does need some experience.

Besides, a mage's physical strength itself can't be much stronger.

Rebecca's performance surprised Gawain a little: this girl who looked like a high school girl on Earth did not fall behind along the way, and she was not even worse than those tall soldiers in the woods where there were no roads at all, Gawain asked curiously, but Rebecca was a little embarrassed when she replied: "I was crazy when I was a child, I always ran around like boys, and even went into the forests of the territory to explore. At that time, I had not yet shown a talent for magic, and my father thought that I might be able to train to be a knight...... The result was a big disappointment for him. But although I can't walk the path of a knight, I usually pay attention to exercise, after all, the ancestors said that to become a lord who can protect the people, you first need a strong physique......"

Gao Wen nodded silently, although this great-granddaughter of the N+1 floor sometimes looked like her head had been caught by a door, she was still quite simple and upright.

This is not a common occurrence in aristocratic circles.

The N-layer great-granddaughter next to her, who was almost out of breath, didn't learn a little faster.

"There may be some monsters in the depths of this forest, but they won't be very strong," Byron Knight picked up a black mass from the ground with his long sword, which slowly became transparent at the tip of his sword and gradually dissipated into the air, "The shadow element is enriched, and there should be a natural magic focus in the center of the woodland, but it should be a very weak one." ”

"It must be weak," Amber said, spinning a small dagger in her hand, as she surveyed her surroundings, "If there really is a high-quality magic focus, this forest must have been declared their territory by the Arcane Society or the Astral Sorcerers' Guild since ancient times." And look at the surrounding plants...... There is no obvious variation, indicating that the degree of elemental enrichment here does not even affect the flowers and plants. ”

Gawain looked at the two wilderness survival experts with some surprise: "You guys know it very well?" ”

Rebecca glanced at Byron, "Before being loyal to my father, Uncle Byron used to be a mercenary. ”

Byron doesn't seem to be in a habit of talking about the past: "It's all in the past, miss. ”

The small dagger in Amber's hand turned more and more cheerfully: "Hey, with a look of vicissitudes, who hasn't clicked it yet?" ”

Although Miss Half-Elf had an expression of "My past is also very good, so you come and ask me if I am okay", Gawain did not intend to cooperate with this girl's performance at all. From this short day and a half of contact, he knew enough about the other party's temperament, and her rich knowledge of the wilderness was most likely exercised because she would be chased and killed by the patrol team every once in a while, and then had to go into the woods to survive in the wilderness, but if you really wanted to ask, she would definitely not say that, she would definitely make up a thrilling story for you - such as having traveled the entire continent and talking and laughing with the elf king......

As they spoke, they had walked deeper into the woods, the trees around them growing thicker and thicker, and the light shining through the canopy of the trees on the ground became more and more thin.

Gawain raised his head, and between the shadowy branches, the great sun was divided into small dots of light, as if a huge plate was upside down in the sky, and the sunlight on his body seemed to be colder.

Betty, who had the weakest physique, couldn't help but sneeze, she felt her hands were so cold that the pan almost fell to the ground.

Amber stopped spinning the dagger, she suddenly bowed down, a pair of light eyes flashed with a vigilant look, she looked at Gawain, and exhaled a white breath as she spoke: "Don't you think...... Now it's a bit too low? ”

Hetty's eyes suddenly flickered, and the fatigue of the previous rush was forcefully suppressed, and she raised her staff and slammed it on the ground, while quickly reciting a mouthful of incantation: detect distortion.

This is a general magic, which can be learned from the second level of the official mage, and all the way up to the ninth level of the mage has a corresponding spell model, this spell is not aggressive, and its function is to detect hidden energy phenomena within a certain range, such as hidden magic traps or invisible energy fields. In the case of a full cast, detecting distortion can detect traces of energy up to one level higher than the caster's level - and Hetty is a level 3 mage.

In terms of professional level, Hetty, a third-level mage (the pinnacle of the lower rank), is weaker than Byron, who has already entered the middle level (although only the beginner stage), but in terms of the convenience and versatility of magic, her spells can play a greater role than force.

As the effect of detecting the distortion activated, Gawain noticed that there was fog around him.

No, it wasn't fog, it was the spirit energy that had been hidden before, and was thick enough to affect the material world.

They gathered from all directions, constantly enriching and becoming stronger, and at this moment they were so thick that it was almost impossible to see the trees dozens of meters away, and in the rolling pale mist, some hazy shadows could be faintly seen flashing.

Betty's eyes widened in horror and she was about to scream, but Gawain covered her mouth: "Shhhh ”

The little girl's eyes widened, tears almost flowed, and she nodded vigorously as she clutched the pan in her hand.

Gawain couldn't help but shake his head: he hadn't been scared and cried when he saw the dragon before, but he was scared like this at this time, it was really a different weakness between people.

"What are these things?" Rebecca was also a little scared, she clenched her staff, and there were already some small sparks jumping at the tip of the staff, "When are we going to be ...... Surrounded by all these things? ”

"Wraith-fog, hell," Hetty gritted her teeth, "how can there be such a thing here?" ”

The Ghost Mist, which Gawain has found in his memory, is a product that can be produced naturally or artificially, among which the natural generation is more common: in places where the shadow energy gathers and the undead wander, the Wraith Mist has a very low probability of appearing, it is part of the shadow environment, but it is affected by the breath of the undead, and thus becomes extremely destructive. However, this fog is invisible when it appears—it takes shape and grows in the spiritual realm, where people do not see even a trace of it.

Unless the victim has stepped into the depths of the mist.

It will unconsciously kill the victims who have strayed into it, and this process is completed through low temperatures, illusions and fears that invade the mind, and ordinary people who strayed into it will not understand what happened until they die, because they will not see anything until they die.

The fog does not appear until the moment their souls fall into the Shadow Realm, and takes over all of their dying memories.

It's also possible to artificially create a fog of wraiths, but the conditions are too harsh, the caster is extremely demanding, and the effect is not as good as most spells of the same level, so the shady psychic will not waste time on it.

Gawain had already drawn his Pioneer Sword, but he didn't attack anything: the Wraith Mist is special, although it will take damage as soon as it enters its range, but in fact it does not actively attack at first, and those damage are only its inherent attributes as a "negative environment", and it will only go berserk when the "things" in the fog are disturbed.

And the fog of wraiths after the rage is very difficult to deal with.

Gawain wasn't sure if the fog was already disturbed, so he didn't give the order to attack, but cautiously searched for the mist's weak spots, ready to wait for an opportunity to break out, but just as he did so, a soft, ethereal laugh suddenly came into his ears from a certain direction in the depths of the mist.

the chicken and get tricked by a cloud of fog!

Gawain immediately raised his sword and swung it in the direction from which the voice came, and a dark red flame detached from the blade, splitting a faint image that emerged from the mist in two.

"The one who gathers fire is scurrying around in the fog and wearing a white one!"