The icy rain, the bitter winds, and the thick darkness outside, along with the open steel doors, all poured into the prison-like ladder in one go.

The cloaked wizards left one after another along the intersection; The loud "boom" sounded behind him again. The huge, heavy iron box was rickety and dragged along.

After a year and a half, Richard finally set foot on the land of the Mayan world again.

Night covered the land, and there was silence except for the sound of the rain.

The figures of the scattered people, one by one, were silent, and at a glance, it seemed to be an endless wilderness, and a large number of ghosts operating on a rainy night quietly appeared.

The soil under your feet is moist and slippery, and it will sink slightly with a little exertion.

Silky walked at the front, the girl's body shimmering in a glimmer for everyone to see where she was. Her long, bright silver hair dazzled in the dark rain.

A wizard belonging to the "Black Blood Society" standing beside the chief student raised his hand, and a halo of light quickly spread out around his fingertips, like waves on the surface of a lake, and under the premise of quickly and without any sound, it had already swept through the wilderness within a radius of hundreds of meters.

As a result, in the lush blades of grass ahead, in the darkness where you could not see your fingers, there were traces of faint fluorescence, and you could vaguely see the muddy paths that crisscrossed and crisscrossed from them.

Level 4 Hunter's Mark, a very useful spell in the wild, can be used to find paths and follow prey footprints and tracks in hard-to-find wilderness wildernesses.

"Don't go too far."

Sycodi's voice rang out from everyone's wrists.

Hunting time is not a guided tour, the leader does not need to pay attention at all times, and wizards with relevant experience will not choose to leave the group alone.

The young wizards who participate in the hunt are basically in the official to the high ranks. Now they are enough to serve as members of the mage regiment in the elite legion of any earth kingdom, and they will be treated respectfully and respectfully as masters by other soldiers on weekdays.

The reason is that on the battlefield, everyone will hope that more wizards will be on their side, and they will often decide the outcome of a war. Decades ago, during the War of Independence of the Mountain People, a certain Rhine king had a famous statement: "On the frontal battlefield, the victory or defeat of the wizard regiment is the victory or defeat of the army." ”

However, although a wizard at this level can unleash destructive spells, he is relatively weak, lacks a strong physique like a knight, and can easily fall into a dangerous situation of insufficient mana, and needs to gather in a group in order to exert his combat effectiveness without worries.

Especially when you are a lone ranger in the wilderness, you can only end up being dragged into the darkness by monsters to be devoured and bitten clean, becoming a miserable pile of broken meat and bones; If you are too far away, you may even disappear into the night without anyone around you noticing.

In order to prevent this from happening, the Life Committee also issued them bracelets that provided positioning.

"Please come here, Mr. Ricardo."

Once again, the voice of Sycody came from his bracelet, this time only for him.

Richard looked around quietly.

Fact, no one will pay attention to him. Everyone was patrolling around vigilantly.

Once you step on this wilderness immersed in the dark night, it seems that everyone's mood has undergone some subtle change, and there is some kind of malice lurking in the wet air, as if a bloody mouth may come from the corner at any time and anywhere.

"Old ...... Mr. Ricardo, please follow me. ”

Wellett whispered.

He looked at her; And the other party also raised his face, calmly accepting his gaze. The beautiful cheeks under the brim of the hood were a little pale in the cold rainy night.

The blonde girl reached out to herself and grabbed Richard's palm. The touch from the palm of his hand was cold and soft, and the two walked quickly into the crowd.

......

After trekking for hours in the rain, they reached the foot of a hillside. Silky led the group up a gentle slope through the dark woods until they finally came to a cave.

The cave is quite wide, and the internal path is winding and deep, because of the direction of the wind and the lush trees outside, the wet air has not poured into the area, and it is relatively dry from the ground.

A few leaders used magic to light the lights and build several bonfires to dispel the cold and moisture around them, so that everyone could stay and rest.

When Richard stepped into the cave, he found that the soil under his feet and around the cave walls was flat and had traces of artificial chiseling, but it had been deserted for a long time.

"Where is this?"

Sycodi, who was standing near him, glanced at him and replied.

"Once upon a time, this was a mine, and at the foot of the hill was a small town. The belly of this mountain is hollowed, and this cave is the entrance. After the mine was abandoned, no one would come here. ”

“...... Isn't our goal a fog demon? ”

"According to the information obtained by past adventurers who explored this place, the lair of the fog demon is here."

"Really?"

Richard frowned.

By this time, the cave was already busy, and the wizards were very skillful in choosing dry high ground to camp and prepare to rest.

"If the fog demon is inside, then we should be on our guards, at least we shouldn't camp in this kind of place, right?"

"On the contrary, we can confirm that the fog demon is definitely not here."

The witch shook her head

"Because, this information is also nearly a hundred years ago. Naturally, there were more than one encirclement and hunting along the way. Including the Magic Tower. ”

"You know, the fog demons are dangerous, but the alchemy materials in their bodies are valuable: their skins can be used to make cloaks that cover their tracks, which are attractive to adventurers, travelers, and rangers, and the glands inside them can be used to craft valuable weapons. Have you ever heard of the God of War family, one of the 'Elector Families' of the Ten Thousand Empires? The 'Fog of War', which they are proud of, is made from glands collected from the Fog Demon's body. ”

"If the Fog Demon's lair is still here, they can't survive. This rare group of demons can survive in the Silent Ridge, they must have left this place a long time ago......"

The silver-haired witch stroked the cave wall with her hand, and there was a hint of emotion in her eyes.

"Eventually, they had to leave the place they had guarded."

Richard was stunned for a moment.

"'Guard'?"

It sounds like a term that has nothing to do with the "demon" race.

"yes."

She withdrew her palm and whispered

"Mr. Ricardo, the origin of the Fog Demons is extraordinary, they are not native to the wilderness, but the remnants of a vast empire, a name that was once feared by the people of the Holy See......"