"Goo!" the bird chirped, and Tarrant heard the familiar sound of flowing water, and gradually regained consciousness.

"Plop, flutter!" the damn bird flew up again and landed its feather on the tip of Tarrant's nose, who picked up the feather and opened his eyes, and it was still a blue sky, still a few floating white clouds.

Good weather is a good start, and even knowing that this weather is a false illusion still gives a temporary sense of comfort, Tarrant sat up to check his gear, and began to plan.

Last night he had already planned his route for the day, searched to the other side of the mountain, and then circled back to the town, he went down the river, without worry, there was no danger in this place, in order to save his body he endured not humming the song of Selenso, he kept his eyes straight on and he had to fight for every minute.

Following his memory, Tarrant found the vine in the mountain forest, the cave was under the vine leaves, there was no concept of time, he speculated that he had arrived at the mountain peak at least an hour earlier than the last time, and he had to recheck this strange place, he cut off the vine leaves and walked into the cave.

The warm air current, the pitch-black cave wall, exactly the same as the last time, Tarrant stepped forward, the dragon emblem carefully knocked every inch of the ground and stone wall, there was no abnormality, at least with his ability, he did not find any abnormality, and at the end of the cave he saw that shocking orange picture again.

Could it be magic? This time he was an hour ahead, the lava had already been stored, a spell of this magnitude could not last for hours, it could only be the force of nature, Tarrant picked up a charred stone on the ground and threw it into the lava beneath his feet. The stone slowly melted into orange after a cluster of firelight.

True and powerful power, there is no need to doubt it, and Tarrant exits the cave. There was no trace of magic here, he should look elsewhere, he kept an eye on the sky, it would probably be dark in less than an hour, and if he heard it right last night, Katrina's agreement was to return to the town when it was dark to assemble, and he had to speed up.

The woods are still repeating themselves in the same pattern. An inexplicable sense of dread returned, and Tarrant gripped the hilt of his sword and continued on. He was analyzing his own fear, a kind of despair that had been left behind, like a boat floating on the endless sea, not out of danger but because of his own insignificance. No, Tarrant patted his head, "You can't think so, you have to defeat it", and his own words were especially loud in the empty woods.

Somewhat disoriented, Tarrant stopped, to be exact, he was lost, the surrounding woods were too consistent to judge. According to the plan, he should have circled to the other side of the mountain, but at the moment the peak was still directly behind, and he trotted. Hopefully, there will still be time, and there will be insecurity in walking through the woods after dark.

The sky changed again, giving no hope or respite, and the trees were night.

Damn, Tarrant slowed down and could only move forward carefully. There is a terrifying image hidden in his memory, when he followed his father to a dinner party in the fortress area. On the way back, he encountered a wounded soldier who was carried to the church, and the soldier was caught by a tree vine while patrolling the woods outside the city and fell into a thorn, half of a thorn branch was inserted into his eyeball, Tarrant clearly remembered the bloody black hole in the soldier's eye socket and a white sphere in his hand, and he once had nightmares because of this, dreaming that he was riding a horse in the woods, and finally both eyes became black.

Thinking of this gray memory of his childhood, Tarrant rubbed his eyes, his teammates should be worried, he pulled his steps slightly, the nearby trees would not grow vines, and the grass was flat.

It took Tarrant hours back in town, almost sweating profusely, as he pushed open the tavern door, where Catrina was looking at the door while the priest reclined behind the wine cabinet.

"Did you find anything?" Tarrant walked to the counter, nonchalant.

"What have you encountered?" asked Kira Veton rhetorically.

"I went to the lava cave again, and found no trace of magic, and then I went around the mountain, and spent some time there, the woods were too big. ”

Kirawiton handed the whole bottle to Tarrant, "I walked a little in the opposite direction, spotted a herd of migrating antelopes, and walked along a stream for about ten minutes to meet Katrina. ”

"You're together?" Tarrant looked back.

Katrina nodded, "Suffice it to say that we didn't get anything today. ”

Tarrant raised his head and took a few sips, "Don't be discouraged, you can go further tomorrow." ”

"That's right, if we gather once a day, our radius of activity is too limited, and it's almost repetitive," Katrina clasped her hands together, "and we had to move separately in three directions. ”

"My dear," Kilaveton giggled, "I can't imagine what would happen if you were alone with that herd of antelopes, unless you could stay on the ground." ”

"I can handle it, and the world can still memorize spells. ”

"What do you mean?" Tarrant felt like he was missing something, what did it mean not to land.

"This mage has learned to make himself fly. ”

"I can fly very well", Katrina looked at Tarrant seriously, "don't worry about me, and this ring will allow me to deal with most dangers." ”

The ability of the ring was irrefutable, and Tarrant leaned back in his chair and looked at the ceiling, "How are you going to solve the problem of supplementing the body?"

"Drinking only water, I saw the stream stretching far into the woods, and the antelopes migrating along the stream, ...... in a day," Catrina thought, "maybe I could fly out of the woods and find some new clues." ”

Tarrant took two more sips, "Can the levitation last for a day?"

"As long as you have enough energy, you can do it, the height, speed, and time spent in the air are all proportional to the energy expended, and I'm still in the proficiency stage", Katrina made a flying motion with the palm of her hand, "If I'm too tired, I'll find a safe place to rest and wait for the start again, you don't have to worry." ”

"Do you meet every other day?" Tarrant said back and forth between the two ladies.

"Casually", Kira Veton seemed a little burned.

Katrina sat up, "Even if our search ranges don't overlap...... See, Kiraweton and I have only explored part of the stream in one day, and Tarrant is only going back the way he came, and it is impossible to come back if he wants to climb the mountain. ”

"It takes a lot of body to climb the mountain, I'm not sure", Tarrant drank the wine from the bottle, "just drinking these things is not enough to replenish the body, and running out of the woods is enough to choke." ”

Katrina stood up suddenly, "The peak! I remembered! The clue is in the peak!"

"Fools understand the world of fools", Kira Veton yawned and turned her back.

"Do you remember the scene in the crystal ball!" Catrina exclaimed excitedly, "There's a hut high up in the mountain!"

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