The vague outlines of the distant mountains gradually became clearer, the distant horizon was no longer a chaotic mist, and the secret realm in the lake dramatically expanded its amplified territory, becoming more expansive and real, no longer like a distorted and skewed vision of seeing things through the water.

Armaging with the blacksmith Zatan to draw his sword, the knight Aldrich Triss sets out on his journey alone in the glorious morning sun, leaving the warm oak town and walking through the growing dry forests to the Black Forest of the Lost Mountains.

On the way, he deliberately went to the remains of the altar of Pumpkin Jack's First World War, where the living fossil statue continues to be immersed in the contemplation of the future life, Aldrich fulfilled his promise to smash the shackles that bound his feet, and left behind a set of carved tools, not to torture him, but to give him a second choice.

A wise man like Rodin will continue to weigh the status quo with perfection, and he may not be able to complete the adventure of the Black Forest, he has not yet made a decision. ’

As the lone traveler walked through the lush mountains and forests, passing through the dark and damp ravines, the frog eggs on his body suddenly vibrated and chirped, and Tris was a little overwhelmed, but he stopped and took out from his bosom the only descendant of the rotten foam wrapped in red socks.

It seems to have found the breath of home, or sensed the right place to mature, Aldrich carefully examined its surroundings. He was relieved that there were no signs of birds or beasts in this inaccessible place, so he placed the eggs in the shallows of the canyon stream, where the river was wide and the bed was gravel, and the water was not deep enough to attract the fish to rest and feed, so the offspring of the golden toad would be very safe.

After being immersed in the flowing living water, the eggshell, which is as hard as a coconut shell and covered with golden-brown stripes, gradually becomes soft, and seems to be carried away by the valley and river, turning into a translucent custard pudding-like translucent, swaying back and forth in the rippling water waves, but always suspended without sinking to the bottom.

Aldrich felt a heartfelt joy, as if from his own spirituality, or the feedback of the tender creature in the frog's egg, and he found himself a little too rough in cutting the rotten bubble of the monster leader of the wilderness.

"Maybe it would have been better to expel it away in the first place!" No, a level 4 rare elite monster, it won't be so easy to deal with on the frontal bar, just dealing with that long-range attack with acid poison damage is enough to choke, not to mention its tonnage charge, it definitely has the lethality of the Earth Walking Dragon, that is, I will face the crushing of a knight lord's mount, and the victory rate is a little pitiful. ’

Putting away his feelings, Tris decided to take a break in the valley of the mountain stream and tidy up his belongings, in fact, after having the space bag of red socks, he gained great convenience, and the adventure to the Black Forest in the Lost Mountains was as easy as an outing.

Aldrich's unknown story is that the golden toad felt the scythe of death raised high in the darkness, and in order to meet the judgment of fate, it chose to give birth to a descendant without a complete transformation and promotion, but the long production almost drained the energy of the rotten bubble, otherwise Tris would not have won so easily, even if he got the help of the living fossil statue, and even forcibly created a flaw in the golden toad's body with the marble body of the thinker, everything seemed to go too smoothly.

There was plenty of time to rest, and there was still a long way to go, so Aldrich put away his bread and dry food, patted the dust and blades of grass off his body, and did not carry the frog egg on the road, but left it forever in the shallows of the valley.

It wasn't until Tris walked away that the egg shell, which had been calm for a long time, suddenly vibrated faintly, and the originally black, pearl-like egg nucleus appeared with obvious dividing lines, and sucked the translucent gel around it to form a body.

The haunting green algae near the shoals suddenly lost their vitality and faded their branches and leaves, and were carried away by the stream, and three or two small foraging fish left in a panic, and the riverbed, which had been carpeted with jade, revealed desert-like sand and gravel, mixed with round pebbles and stones whose edges and corners had not yet been thoroughly polished.

In order to hatch the offspring of the golden toad, this vibrant valley paid a lot of money, but it was able to give birth to the only surviving offspring of the rotten bubble.

A tadpole the size of a palm, with a shriveled egg shell that was only a membrane, a blue-gray back that was in perfect harmony with its surroundings, a white belly with a spiral pattern, which Aldrich Triss would recognize as a mosquito coil, and a translucent tail with a few filaments that had not faded its blood.

It swallowed the warm water, opened its mouth and spat out a series of bubbles, floated and rose, hanging on the surface of the stream, and it didn't take long for them to fall one after another, and it was better to return to the water, at least with no notice, but once it landed on the rocks on the shore, it made a slight pop.

It's like tiny 500 electric firecrackers. As if sensing that something unusual was happening, Aldrich, who turned his head back to the valley, lay on the rock wall, held his mouth and nose to breathe, hid his breath, and saw through the gap what had just happened, from beginning to end.

"May the king of the reindeer bless you!born in the mountains, returned to the valleys, guarded the riverbed, balanced the natural ......," he recited a prayer from the priest Ollov, but did not respond at all because he had changed his appearance.

Maybe it's because I'm not a believer in the King of the Reindeer, or maybe maybe I don't have the power to bless yet. But with a thought on his mind, the Knight of Triss slowly got up and quietly disappeared into the wilderness of the jungle.

Aldrich, who had no map to refer to, spent three days before and after, almost walking around the neighborhood, but with his unforgettable memory, he successfully engraved a path map in his mind.

After the golden toad of the dead forest disappeared, he was a little worried about the possible revenge of the wilderness monsters, so he continued to hover near Oak Town until the wandering monsters did not move, and he was truly relieved to leave.

Aldrich stepped into the realm of the Lost Mountains, and the wood chips hidden close to him vibrated slightly, presumably due to the joy of returning home.

The haze shrouded the sky and cast a sense of oppression and dreary in the mind of the Knight of Tris, the rolling mountains and mountains seemed to be sleeping soundly on the ground, and the rising water vapor of the primeval jungle hooked up with the heavy clouds, so closely connected that the boundaries between the two were blurred, and it seemed as if they were one.

As for the summit floating above the sea of clouds, Aldrich could not get a glimpse of the true face hidden behind the fog veil, but it must be difficult to conquer the mountaintop.

Spotting one direction, he continued his adventure into the lush primeval jungle, where the wood shook and fell silent, but the further he went, the more the temperature rose, and there was a burst of warmth.

'Perhaps it is close to its native mother tree, with dense growth rings, estimated to be no less than 500 years old, which is really a long and long life. ’

The weather in the mountains and forests is changing, just now the cool morning breeze blows the coolness of the treetops, and in the blink of an eye, a shower hits. The thin lines of water were cut through the dense foliage, and they didn't fall to the ground much, but unfortunately they were still enough to wet Tris's clothes.

He put the waterproof hood over his head, took the poncho from the pocket of the red sock, and walked silently through the rugged woodland, the knotted roots and rocks that complicated the terrain like a vast and intricate labyrinth, but they were no match for a knight who had practiced in the Whispering Forest for many years.

As the rain gradually became heavier, the butterflies covered with water dropped tiredly on the branches, flapping their wings to drive away the extra load, avoiding the heavy rain and returning to the nests, not caring about the food in their mouths, and resting in the nests between the branches.

Aldrich continued on his way, with no intention of stopping, only occasionally when the poncho was caught in the thorn hook between the mountains, and he stopped for a moment, and after unblocking the obstacle, the rain gear that was gradually decreasing in its waterproof performance caused his dry body to start to water.

As long as it's not in the brain, it's enough. ’

He made a joke with himself, and when he looked up at the steep terrain, he suddenly found that the col not far away exposed the corners of the rudimentary thatched huts, and Tris was at first delighted, and then he went into a state of alert, like a clouded leopard crisscrossing the mountains and forests, and gradually approached the forest keeper of friend or foe with vigorous steps.

As he got closer, Aldrich realized that the "hut" was not small, but rather large in size.

The six steps at the door, all of which were waist-high stone bars, hugged the thick logs, were just used as pillars to support the beams, and the heavy front door was difficult to push open even with Tris's strength, but fortunately the bottom edge was high from the ground, so he simply lay on the ground, grabbed the edge of the door with both hands, pulled hard, and slid straight in.

Standing up, Aldrich patted the dust off his body, everything seemed huge as he could see, the skylight on the sunny side of the roof let out the dim sky outside, the bonfire, the pine resin spilling from the cracks of the scorched trees, the crackling of pine resin, the scorching heat, the long table high above his head, the soup dripping with cups and plates, apparently a feast had been held not long ago.

'It feels like entering the giant's house, everything dwarfs me, and I feel like I've become small and insignificant. ’

He was walking through chest-high chairs when he heard a slight yawn, and looked around to see what turned out to be a normal-sized caracal lying in a wooden-handled spoon that had accidentally fallen to the ground.

It is worth mentioning that the wooden handle is an arm-thick log, and the hand is extremely rough, and the outside is simply peeled off the bark.

The caracal, with its eyes slightly closed, gently twitched its nose, as if it smelled the smell of a living person, and its back instantly began to hair, and its soft body was full of strong strength, obviously with sufficient strength.

Sensing the wild nature of the natural creatures, Aldrich took off his poncho, threw his hood behind him, lowered his feet slightly, and made a defensive posture with his left and right hands.

In addition to obeying the half-giants who have the heart of the mountain, the caracal in the wilderness does not take ordinary humans in their eyes at all, and with a "meow", it pounces on Triss like a dark lightning.

Preemptively lay back and kicked out, but unfortunately the preparation in advance was insufficient, and he passed by the caracal.

The pet of the half-giant, slowed down by its heavy belly, realized that its prey was not an ordinary person, immediately extinguished its previous plans, turned back with a smiling face that was about to be unlucky, and paced to the edge of the campfire, ignoring Aldrich Triss again.

This strange act of hanging him out embarrassed the Virtue Knight, and he sent away his hands and feet, but he never let down his guard, and confronted the caracal faintly.