Anastasia's Diary:

The low temperature in the Zamir Territory has been going on for two weeks, which is really worrying.

Sunderland had written that he and Chief Carlo had settled their orc friends in Herring Creek - centaurs and goblins loved herring Creek, but the lionmen didn't like the wet, and they thought there were always little bugs crawling through their hair. It's so much fun.

Luckily, Anthony and Miss Spado patrol the territory, and they slay down some of the beasts that roam the towns and villages—making our homes a lot safer. A few days ago, Anthony escorted the last group of displaced people.

The four-leaf clover ranch is still warm, and so far, more than 400 people have gathered here. Dad sent 20 guards to keep me safe - but I didn't think it was necessary. Most of the people here are helpless old people, women and children, and there are only a dozen young and middle-aged people. I led the group to set up some temporary tents at Clover Ranch, and everyone settled here for the time being.

Priests and nuns are treating injured people. The old people had many skin injuries from falls and scrapings - nothing terrible with the help of healing magic. There are some women who have extensive frostbite on their bodies, and I happen to know a prescription that only requires a few herbs to cure their pain.

Most of the children had a cold, and a few of the little girls had a terrible fever and couldn't even speak. I can't do anything about it—but Ella is on top, and Mistress Gerald and Father Philip can cure this terrible disease, and the children's fever is greatly suppressed.

The grandmothers made hot stews and soups, and people were very happy after eating them, and everyone felt warm. After eating, Lord Gerald and the leading priests led the poor group in prayer, and many others converted to the glory of Ella and praised Ella.

But this morning a sad thing happened, a woman died in childbirth. I was helpless, and Mama Lisa did her best - but she couldn't get back. But the child is finally safe, but the child was born without a father and a mother. Lord Gerald has adopted the child, hoping that Ella's brilliance will stay with her for the rest of her life—Ella bless you, girl. All I could do after burying the woman was to pray for her soul to return to Ella's embrace.

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The group headed towards the Water Mist Forest under the leadership of Givir.

Rook and Pete explored the front, with Givell taking the lead. The three wore wayfinders and were 150 meters apart, forming an inverted triangle with the entire group.

Joseph followed in Gvir's footsteps, with York, Tom, Gendry, and Jinx encircling Michael in the center, and Sandor with his three running wolves on the flanks of the group.

Three hours later, they went deep into the forest and headed for the heavy water vapor and low temperature. As for the figure of the logging fortress, it was completely invisible half an hour after entering the forest.

Suddenly, a shrill whistle was heard in the distance. The whistle is not rushed, sharp but long.

"It's Pete, he may have found something, but there shouldn't be any danger in listening to the whistle, let's go over and take a look." Giver heard the whistle of the owner and said to several people.

Michael said yes, but he looked at Joseph for his opinion. Joseph thought for a moment and then said, "Let's go and see, but draw our weapons and keep our guard." ”

The group drew their weapons one after another, and approached the source of the whistle with full strides.

Pete was climbing down a thick branch, and Michael hurried over and asked, "How's it going, Pete, have you found anything?" ”

Pete was so aginate that he rolled down from the lowest branch, and where he landed, there was a muffled sound of heavy objects falling on fallen leaves. I saw him pat the dirt on his body and report, "Mr. Michael, please see." ”

Michael glanced at the place Pete was pointing and asked suspiciously, "Pete, there's only a bunch of fallen leaves there." Is there anything wrong? ”

"Yes, sir. It's this pile of fallen leaves, they don't fall normally. Then he picked up a leaf, handed it to Michael, and said, "You see, the petiole is still very tender, and the leaf has retained plenty of moisture, which is man-made, or some wild animal. ”

"I see, I didn't think of that for a while." Michael patted his head and made a look of realization. Then he drew his wand and placed a little on the petiole of the fallen leaf, which in a few moments turned a faint light pink. Then, Michael's wand emitted a burst of bright light, and the light pink color faded instantly.

"Sure enough, you didn't look away, Pete. It doesn't fall off naturally. Naturally shedding leaves should be redder under my magic effects, and they should hold on longer under the influence of bright light. Michael stated.

Sandor walked over to the pile of fallen leaves and picked up the ground with his hands. Then he lay on his stomach and sniffed at something with his nose. Then he picked out a few fallen leaves, put them in his mouth and tasted them, and said to everyone, "Black bear." ”

"I see, Mr. Sando. I was looking out from the trees and saw a cave about 200 meters in front of me on the left, but I didn't dare to approach it. Pete said.

"Let's go and see together, we are all in combat mode, stay vigilant!" Michael commanded in a low voice, in a serious tone.

The group cautiously approached the cave, and Sando whispered, "The smell is not heavy, it should not be in the cave." ”

Michael nodded, picked up a twig in his hand, snapped his fingers with his left hand, and the flames immediately appeared at the end of the branch, burning quietly.

Michael casually threw the burning branch into the air, and pointed his wand at the cave, and the burning branch slowly went deeper into the hole, and the flame did not change at all.

Michael made a gesture for everyone not to let their guard down and to follow. The group slowly entered the cave.

The cave is not very deep, only one bend, and the innermost part is an open fan.

Sandor picked up the burning branch, held it up in front of his eyes, and within a few minutes of his own probing, he said with certainty: "It must have been abandoned—but not for long." It took about a week or so to abandon the cave, and the smell of the cave was partially dissipated, and the ground was dry. It's a great place to rest. ”

"Well, we can rest here for a while, but..." As he spoke, Michael waved his wand and drew several intricate patterns in the air, alternating white and black brilliance, disappearing into the air. "Okay now, I've set up the barrier, and the sound and smell won't escape."