She didn't chase this question any further, which made the old man breathe a sigh of relief imperceptibly, and his expression instantly looked much better.

"Now that you've got a clear picture of the situation, I think I need to reintroduce it to each other."

He was very observant, and from the previous performances of the trialists, he guessed that these 'newcomers' not only lacked common sense about the mainland, but also did not know much about the twelve saints on the train.

Because of this, these 'newcomers' sent by the Federation did not obey the Twelve Saints.

Even from the attitude of the trialist's questioning, he was keenly aware that these people did not have a sense of trust in them, and even had a faintly defensive attitude.

Although the old man was quite disappointed with the performance of these 'newcomers', and doubted whether they could take on the heavy responsibility of delivering letters, there was no turning back.

In fact, although they did not say it explicitly, the twelve saints present knew in their hearts that this journey through the Misty Forest would be difficult.

Their breath will attract dark creatures after entering the Misty Forest.

Once they are trapped by the dark creatures, only the 'newcomers' have a slim chance of breaking through the fog and reaching the Dark Canyon.

For the elderly, there is no other way at this time but to try to win the trust of the 'newcomer'.

Although they don't know why the Federation would send such a person to assist them in their mission, they have no choice so far.

"I'm monk Rodno......," he said, starting from his right hand, pointing to the blonde beauty, "This is the ...... of the Holy Maiden."

They were followed by Arthur the swordsman, Knoss the blue-robed monster, Rhaegar the sturdy orc, Idar, the wizened black-robed old man, Samuel in the black robe, Crowley in the purple robe, hayas the dervishe, Feno the elf, Raphael with a smile on his face, and Edward the mage.

After the identities of the Twelve Saints were introduced, the trialists had no intention of introducing each other to each other.

Everyone may be an enemy, whether this trial will become an opponent, and it is difficult to say how many people will survive in the end, so naturally there is no need to introduce each other.

Anyway, their identities are arranged through the laws of the Divine Hell, and the Twelve Saints should be very clear, and the trialists can be called by numbers.

For this, everyone has a tacit understanding.

After Rodeno finished speaking, seeing that the 'newcomers' didn't mean to talk, he already understood their intentions.

At this time, it was already about four o'clock in the afternoon, and in more than three hours, the train would enter the territory of the Misty Forest.

"Once you enter the Misty Forest, you may run into trouble, but with these three hours, you can fill your stomach and recuperate first."

The Holy Maiden thoughtfully said:

"There's food you need on the train, and you can call your attendants to bring it in."

Song Qingxiao shook her head, she had reached the state of distraction and got rid of the need for food.

The energy transformed from the spiritual power in her body was even far superior to the flesh of ordinary low-level demon beasts, which was enough to supplement the strength required by her body.

Ordinary food didn't have the slightest effect on her, and there was no need to eat again.

The reaction of the others was similar, this time the cultivators were not weak in cultivation, and they had already reached the realm of the remote valley.

In addition, the trial world she entered this time was a new magic world, and everyone had just come into contact with the power of magic, so for the sake of prudence, under the unclear situation, everyone naturally did not need additional food supplements.

The Twelve Saints are still worried about the affairs of the 'Moon' Sage, and the proposal of the Holy Maiden and the Monk is only for the sake of the 'New Man'.

Seeing that they all refused, they thought that these 'newcomers' were all afraid of the next passage through the misty forest, so they didn't have much appetite, and they didn't try to persuade them much.

The train was quiet again, and everyone stopped talking, all trying to save time and try to breathe and recuperate.

The wheels of the 'boom' train rubbed against the tracks, speeding forward, and time passed little by little in silence.

The closer he got to the Misty Forest, the more clearly Song Qingxiao could sense that the necromantic qi was gradually increasing, forming an extremely depressed feeling.

"Look." I don't know how long it took, the red-haired man No. 3 suddenly issued a prompt, waking everyone up in the pranayama.

Song Qingxiao opened her eyes and found that outside the train window, it was already dark at this time.

The lights in the carriage were bright, and the reflections of seventeen people were clearly reflected on the glass.

Everyone's attention was attracted by No. 3, and most of them looked out of the window at this time, and more than a dozen pairs of bright eyes appeared in the reflection, as if there were many people lying outside the window, and at this time they put their faces on the glass, and their eyes were looking at the people in the carriage through the window.

As the wheels of the train rubbed against the tracks, the lights in the carriage shook slightly, making a 'creaking, squeaking' sound.

Between the flickering lights, the reflection on the glass distorted, and under the staggered glow of the shadows of yin and darkness, the gaze seemed to become much stranger.

Fortunately, the seventeen people in the carriage were not ordinary people, and after being startled at first, they quickly reacted.

"Why is it so dark all at once?" As the monk spoke, he held the golden pocket watch hanging from his chest in his hand and looked down:

"Six-thirty."

His tone was a little heavy.

According to the rules of time on the mainland, the day symbolizes light, while the night represents darkness.

After the 'Moon' Sage was sealed that year, the 'Day' Sage took more of the initiative, so that there was always more time during the day than at night on the continent.

Even if there is the rotation of the sun and the moon, it is usually at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night that the sky gradually begins to darken, and the clouds dispelled by the sunlight will appear, allowing the moonlight to fall.

It was only half past six in the afternoon, and there were still nearly six hours before midnight, and it was already dark outside.

This proves that the forces of darkness are already engulfing the Misty Forest, and that the situation is worse than they initially thought.

"I feel the breath of the undead."

The Holy Goddess spoke solemnly, frowning as she spoke.

According to the original estimate, the dark power only engulfed the eastern part of the Misty Forest, and even if it affected some other areas, it should still be contained in the Misty Forest.

"Half a year ago, after sensing that something was wrong, it stands to reason that the Federation has sent mages to strengthen the magic that controls the dark forces, and it is impossible for these dark forces to penetrate in a short period of time."

The Misty Forest is so large that it almost occupies the northern corner of the entire continent.

Even if the power of ordinary mages is limited, the magic enchantment of the grant cannot completely resist the corrosion of the dark power, but at least with the size of the Misty Forest, it should be at least a year before these dark forces affect this place.

"It seems that it is indeed possible that the consciousness of the 'Moon' sage has awakened halfway."

It is only when 'his' consciousness is awakened by the dark creatures that these dark forces can spread so quickly.

"Looks like we won't have to wait for half an hour to go, we're already in the dark realm by now—"

It was Arthur the swordsman who spoke, and as soon as he finished speaking, the wheels of the train seemed to rub against something across the tracks.

The body of the train shook violently, and the hooks between the connecting points of the carriages made a loud 'clang' sound.

The lights hanging in the car shook violently, and the light images were about to be scattered, and the lights inside flickered on and off, pulling everyone's shadows crookedly.

The wheels rubbed against the track with a screeching sound, and the carriage began to tilt to one side as if it were about to fall off the track.

At this moment, the mage Edward put his wand on a little-

'-Bah! ’

The moment the wand hit the ground, there was a crashing sound, followed by a wave of magic escaping from the wand.

The powerful force spread along the wand, like ripples on the surface of the water, and spread outward in circles, soon enveloping the entire train carriage.

"Come back!" He recited a strange spell and shouted.

With his shout, the train car that fell to the ground diagonally fell back to its original position in an incredible way.

Song Qing's pupils shrank slightly.

It is not impossible for her to pull the derailed train car back into the tracks, even if it is not according to the spiritual power, with the strength of the flesh alone, she can easily pull the train.

But Edward's spell was so strange that he pulled the train back with almost a few spells.

The crooked figures of the crowd sat up straight again after the train was straightened, and the teacups and bowls on the table did not fall, as if they were firmly glued to the table, and the water inside did not even change due to the fluctuations of the carriage.

'Bang! The detached wheels fell back onto the tracks, and after the body was straightened, the remaining force was still causing the carriage to 'hum'.

The car in the back slammed into the car body in front of it with a 'boom', but the car body was not shaken under the confinement of such a force, but forced the car behind to stop.

'Bang, bang, bang-'

The sound of the impact of the carriages came one after another, and the carriage at the front was magically stabilized, and even after several strong impacts, it did not move.

As soon as Edward forced the train to a halt, the monk's tense expression relaxed slightly.

But he turned his wand a little, and the water in the teacup on the table was driven by the influence of this magic power to gather into a few thin strands, and slowly flow into the air, forming a huge water mirror.

In the water mirror, the face of a man with a fiery red beard soon emerged.

The man's face still had a look of panic, and it was obvious that he had been frightened by the near-accident on the train earlier, and sweat was beading on his forehead.

"What happened?" Edward asked.

In front of the bearded man was the row of twists manipulating the train, perhaps because Edward was in contact with him, or it was possible that the situation of the carriage was solidified, which made his face quickly soften.

Compared to the few unsuspecting trialists, the man who controlled the train to and from the Misty Forest clearly knew the identity of the Twelve Saints.

His expression became respectful, and he didn't even bother to wipe the beads of sweat from his face, and replied:

"My lord, the train has pressed something, it may be that a low-level demonic beast has escaped."

There are various levels of demonic beasts in the Misty Forest, and the closer you are to the outer periphery of the Misty Forest, the more likely it is that first-order demonic beasts will appear.

There have also been incidents of low-level magical beasts being hit by trains shuttling through the Misty Forest before, which is not a big deal for the driver who controls the magic train.

The man's face changed because tonight's crash was different, and the fast-moving trains almost flipped on their sides.

If it weren't for the powerful Twelve Saints sitting at the front tonight, the train would have flipped over and caused a terrible accident that would have caused casualties.

"We've sent someone to get off the train to clean it up, and soon the train will start again."

As the driver spoke, several rays of light turned.

The strength of the first-order demonic beast is weak, but it is not capable of shaking a speeding magic-driven train.

The monk's face changed slightly:

"Don't get out of the car in a hurry—"

Before he could speak, 'Snort-'

The train door had slowly opened, and ......a dark wind swept into the carriage with a black mist, causing the magic lights in the control room to shake violently.

The driver's shadow was swayed by the light, reflected in the magic water mirror, like a demon with teeth and claws.

Several uniformed staff members got out of the car with magic lights, and the driver looked puzzled: "Is there any problem?" ”

It was getting dark too quickly tonight, and if it was any other time, the staff would not dare to get out of the car at will.

But today was different from usual, at this time, there were twelve saints whose strength had reached the holy level in the carriage, and the train carriage was re-stabilized, which made the staff much more courageous than usual.

"......" Monk's face sank, and as soon as the closed train car was opened, a faint stench filled the car with the black mist.

"The rotten breath of the undead." The saint opened her mouth with a solemn expression, and her green eyes were full of worry:

"It's thick!"

"It's for us." The monk closed his eyes, the flesh on his cheeks twitching slightly, apparently already understanding that the undead creatures in the Misty Forest had set their sights on the group.

"It seems that the prophecy of the year, the Undead Legion has also received news and wants to prevent us from resealing the 'Moon' Sage."

He quickly collected his mood, opened his eyes again, and spoke calmly:

"Ready, there could be a fight tonight."

The monk's words instantly ignited everyone's emotions, and even the strange man who was shrouded in black robes seemed to raise his head slightly, his head rubbing against the clothes, making a 'Sisuo' sound.

"Found it!" Outside the car window, a staff yell was suddenly heard.

Everyone looked stunned, and then saw several lights flashing from the black fog, and several staff members got under the wheels, as if dragging something:

"There's a broken bone scattered here, and we'll see if there's anything else."

He commanded loudly, and the others answered, and after a few breaths, everyone crawled around under the carriage for a long time, and they all replied that they did not see any other bones.

"Strange, how can there be a broken bone here?" The staff's muttering clearly reached the ears of the seventeen people in the carriage through the glass: "It may be an unlucky ghost who was taken out by a demonic beast." ”

The wheels crushed to the broken bones, just under the carriage in which the Twelve Saints were riding.

Probably because he was not so far away from these saints, he was not yet frightened by the discovery of a broken bone, and after muttering a few words, he quickly put this doubt behind him.

While talking, the staff struggled to grasp something and slowly crawled out from under the carriage:

"Looks like a skeletal hand—"

He swept it with the magic lamp he was holding, and then, like a treasure, looked up at the seventeen people in the carriage through the window and smiled:

"Now that the hidden danger has been swept away, my lord, the train will soon be able to start again-"

He grasped a bone arm in his hand, and he could see that the owner of the dead bone had been dead for a long time, and the remnants of flesh and blood on it had turned into a withered black vine, and was imprinted on the bone arm.

The five bone fingers hung softly, and these dry flesh and blood muscles dried up to form a net, and the roots were intricately intertwined, and the five fingers were 'tied' to the bone arm.

And the moment the staff member spoke, a black-red light flashed slightly on the drooping middle finger, and the middle bone finger then flicked slightly-

Suddenly a vision happened!