The jagged blades of grass were crushed by the planks and had no temper, and for Aldrich, who had entered the hunting territory, the venomous snake with its camouflaged scaly skin had suffered from "boiling silt", and the severed limbs and the blood sprinkled by the great puff were eaten by their kind before the revenge of the serpents could be aroused.

As for the saw-billed crocodile, the king of mud in the shallow depressions, Tris didn't want to get too close at all, preferring to bypass the location where they were entrenched and take a long detour into the humble camp where the campfire was lit.

The cautious and cautious behavior made the crocodile very dissatisfied with its greedy nature but unwilling to take the initiative to hunt, and the "pumice stone" on the surface of the water slowly immersed in the water, only exposing its nostrils to breathe.

"Well done, newcomer. Among the four grey cloaks that sat around the campfire, a young man who had come to know himself rolled over his hood, slowly stood up, and greeted Aldrich.

He took the initiative to vacate his place, then raised his chin to his long-time friend, and sat down on the weedy ground again, Tris's left hand resting on the sword he carried with him, looking a little arrogant, but in fact he was always on guard.

"Introduce yourself, name Mandy. Of course, you must have heard that this is a pseudonym. Forgive me for my white lies, no one will reveal their real names here, after all, there are many curses or witchcraft, and a name is enough. ”

Tris had heard a lot of useful things from this sentence, and after sitting down, he nodded slightly, "Thank you very much, you can call me, Wesley." As you said, this is the first time I've been here. The last impression, or memory as it is called, should be that I fell asleep peacefully at night. ”

The four people who were warming themselves by the fire looked at each other and laughed softly in tacit understanding, and the same experience was sympathetic, so that the rejection or indifference to Aldrich was immediately alleviated.

Young Mandy enthusiastically introduced "Wesley": "To your left, the only female, Freel. The strong man on the other side, Thorin. My right, Cell. ”

"If I'm not mistaken, Friel is a good huntress, Thorin is good at heavy weapons, or a shield guard, and Cell's temperament is somewhat mysterious, and gives me the impression of a harpist, is it a singer and a musician? Not surprisingly, you're probably a loiterer. ”

The four men named by Triss who sat around the campfire all looked surprised, and Mandy drooped his chin exaggeratedly, and after a while he reached out to lift it back into place: "It's incredible! I'm the first newcomer to see something at stake, no...... Certainly not a newcomer, with armor in the gray robe and a sword tied around his waist, it is estimated that you have experienced more than one adventure, and you are still acting alone. ”

Aldridge did not affirm or deny Mandy's counterattack, he didn't know if the four people present knew about Holiday Island, after all, he was now in the world of the Tree of All Souls' Day, and the system was turned on and carried all the equipment and skills he had obtained before, only cards, road signs and other strange objects were closed.

Tris's faint smile made Mandy and the others feel a little unfathomable, and the only woman, Freel, suddenly remembered the conjecture of a newcomer: "You did come out of the misty forest, but I'm sure it's not the first time you've entered this forgotten place hidden by the dust of history." We've been messing around in this black swamp a few times, but we haven't gotten any equipment to take advantage of, is there a wider world outside the Misty Forest?"

"I'm a newcomer to the Black Swamp, and I can raise my hands and approve of the action of venturing into the depths, and maybe I can get something new here. ”

The strong man who called himself Thorin coughed: "Sure enough, it's quite close to our conjecture." His voice is extremely rough, even if he deliberately lowers his voice, he has a bold momentum.

"Guys, that's actually a good thing. On the bright side, our team has a veteran adventurer, which is very beneficial for the rest of the exploration, isn't it?" The young man named Cell, speaking at a brisk pace and in a soft tone, with a calming contagion.

Mandy thought about it carefully and nodded in agreement: "Yes, I am the wanderer in charge of pathfinding in the team, Friel is good at long-range attacks, Thorin is a heavy fighter who can attack and defend at the same time, and if necessary, he will hold a shield on the striker, and Cell, will cheer us up." As for Wesley, who has just arrived in the Black Swamp, with armor and a sword, are you good at it or find your place in the team?"

Aldrich put away his smile: "The leader of the adventuring team who will lead you from one victory to the next...... That's impossible. After all, you are not familiar with me, and you are more or less resistant in secret, and I am not willing to hand over the safety of my back to you, which has nothing to do with trust, but your strength has not been recognized by me. ”

Thorin, the strongest of the four, was a little angry, but seeing that the palm of Wesley's left hand never left the hilt, he turned his head away with a grunt, and let go of his hands to support his knees crossed left and right.

Mandy, on the other hand, paid no attention to Tris's words, as a "wanderer", he had also tried to explore through the barrier and into the Misty Forest, but the poisonous snakes, crocodiles, and sawgrass everywhere made him retreat repeatedly, so he was very interested and curious to see "Wesley" successfully detour through it.

"There's an old-school mercenary style to you, they speak morality and value camaraderie, and if I'm not mistaken, Wesley, you're supposed to be a veteran mercenary, or...... A knight who has become very rare these days. ”

Aldridge laughed in surprise, his gaffe confirmed Mandy's speculation, but even if he was as clever as Friel, he was a little unsure of Wesley's identity, whether he was a mercenary or a respected knight.

"It's not too early, it's time for us to hit the road again. Thorin's words resonated with the others, and they all got up and smashed all the weeds under their seats into the campfire, and the smoke could not help but spread outward, and after the only flame on the edge of the swamp was extinguished, they looked up to see the gray sky, and occasionally a bright light leaked through the clouds, which was also gray as dust, and it was impossible to tell whether it was day or night.

Tris walked at the back of the group, and Mandy and the others did not refuse, obviously wanting to borrow his armor and long sword at a critical time.

Walking through the swamp with one foot deep and one foot shallow, the adventure party took advantage of the gloomy sky to bypass the lush mound, and Aldrich suddenly saw the ruined and crumbling castle.

The ruins of the ruins speak silently of the castle's past glory, the flames are scorched and blackened, the moat that surrounds the castle is badly silted, and the ubiquitous vines like ivy make the ruins a little alive, but secretly they are expanding the cracks in the walls and allowing weeds to grow in them.

"Be careful, everyone in the team, I sense a terrible shadow lurking behind the ruins of the castle. Out of knightly nature, Aldrich sent a kind reminder, which surprised Mandy and the others, and then they reacted and reciprocated with a kind reminder.

Freel, who was walking at the back of the line, looked sideways at "Wesley" and gave a slight bow: "We have explored the ruins, and we have gained a little, as for the area behind the castle you mentioned is its cemetery, the dangerous and terrifying shadow is the undead of ancient legends. ”

Tris then took a few quick steps to the right behind her, "Rotten skeletons with rusty joints?" or rotting zombies that provoke mosquitoes and flies?"

"Unfortunately, it's both. According to Cell's speculation, there are higher-ranking undead in the depths of the graveyard, scattered floating ghosts, death knights accompanied by skeletal horses, and even vampires who love life. ”

"What a nightmare! Why do you have to take such a risk to explore the cemetery, and will it be unusually rewarding?"

Friel looked at Wesley with a complicated look in her eyes and sighed, "That's right! Crossing the line and coming to the Black Swamp isn't going to be a food grabber with us, right?"

Aldridge smiled and didn't say anything, but he still promised: "Please feel free to speak up when you need me." ”

"I see, you must be a respectable knight, even if you are a moral mercenary, you will not do business without a foundation. Friel's eyes narrowed into a slit with a smile, evidently sincerely glad and happy at her discovery.

"I'll take my share, and the adventuring team that doesn't want to be paid and wants to be evenly rewarded won't last long. Tris's words were so loud and uncommon that even the nimble Freel couldn't find a rebuttal, so she could only nod her head, and then silently caught up with her teammates in front of her.

Aldrich was secretly suspicious: "Treating knights as good people who only dedicate and do not want to be rewarded, the holy warriors of the old era did not have such a lack of heart, where did they get their self-confidence? Could it be that they grew up listening to the legends of bards and lacked a tendon in their brains." ”

Shaking his head and dismissing his cluttered thoughts, Tris grasped the hilt of the "Boiling Silt" sword in his left hand and followed the adventuring party over the ruins of the castle to the cemetery behind.

As far as the eye can see, the dense stone monuments can be seen, and the obscure cold aura permeates the surroundings, penetrating into the gray robe cloak and making everyone feel like they are immersed in cold water.

Mandy pulled out a slap silver mirror from his bosom, there were a few blackened scorch marks on the surface, he tentatively handed it forward, and it didn't take long to coat it with a dull red light, and he quickly withdrew it in fright. The cemetery was triggered by this, and there was a faint vibration, and then the withered hands of bones broke through the earth, like a bush slowly rising.

More than thirty skeletal skeletons left the tomb and came to the surface, their joints making a calama rattle, roaming the cemetery like acquaintances and neighbors.

"Up!" Thorin pulled a tattered iron glove from his cloak, put it on his right hand, and rushed towards the nearest skeleton, grabbing its lumbar spine without hesitation, and slamming it down the stele.

With a "click", the vital wound was damaged, the bone joints splashed in all directions, and the source of sustaining the life of the undead was lost, and the skeleton suddenly scattered into pieces.

Thorin had to take the femur and arm bones, Mandy the Wanderer had to take the crooked, resilient ribs, and Cell's spine was very interested, but it was so badly damaged that he had to give up in a huff.

"It's not bad to take what you need from the local source. Aldrich suddenly saw Friel look back and smile apologetically, and stepped forward to pick up two ulnas as well, and equip himself with rudimentary armor or weapons.

Just then, a badly rotting black hand burst out of the ground, grabbed Friel's feet, and tried to drag her into the tomb.

"How can this be, and I will not allow such a thing to happen in front of me. ”

Not far away, Cell, who was about to reach out to rescue his companion, was about to reach out to rescue his companions, but a cold light flashed in front of him, and "Wesley" used his backhand sword to cut off the rotten zombie's secret hand and save Freel from the trap.