The Black Forest, the Land of the Shadows. Legend has it that it is a barren land where the light never shines, where life stands still, death is rampant, and the spirits of the ancient dead linger. Ancient grave keepers inhabit the Black Forest, a barrier between light and darkness, and a gateway to danger.

There are living beings in the realm of the dead, Orendine imprisons the undead in the Shadow Land, the darkness contains light, Awinhay guards the prison door in the Shadow Forest, and the source of complete hope is the human continent maintained by Pesil. When darkness rages and the Shadowlands are about to fall, the Human Continent will surely bring endless light to the Savage Lands.

The three of them do their jobs, maintaining subtle ripples between them, seemingly far apart, and a spark can affect the whole situation.

But Maester Peshir's words upset Voraghan. The Dragonfly Town incident is like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, the contract that has been sleeping for thousands of years has been destroyed overnight, and the peaceful era of the rising sun will enter the twilight in a blink of an eye, and death will not merciful to anyone, only to fight for the right to live.

Woragan boarded a brig with apprehension and uneasiness, and as the sun was rising as the sun was rising, the fjords of Meiyan were filled with fishing boats, merchant ships, rafts, rowboats, and barges, and it took them an hour to sail out of the crowded fjord. Ahead, the blue sky stretches to the horizon, and seabirds soar overhead the ships. The breeze blows, the captain shouts, the sailor spreads his sails, and the speed of the ship gradually increases, and the land behind it grows smaller and smaller until it disappears.

The seas were calm for the next four days, and on the fifth day they were met with a small storm, and no one suffered any misfortune except for the drowning of the two goats in the cabin, thanks to the experienced sailors and the fearless old captain, who was relieved that it was a ship arranged for him by Maester Pesil, otherwise the mission would have sunk forever to the bottom of the sea.

For a day and a half after the rainstorm, the ship was immersed in rain, with no wind, no waves, dark clouds, and endless rain. It was not until the dawn of the seventh day that the eastern horizon appeared in view. The ships docked at a small, dilapidated wharf, a small town whose name and origin Voragon did not know its origin, and he rarely came to the Eastern Continent, except on a few occasions when he chose to dock at a distance from here. He walked up to the docks and surveyed his surroundings, and if 'Galloping' was nearby, it must have been a knight from the Land of the Green Thorns or a nobleman dressed in sumptical costumes. After several searches, there was no trace of 'Chifeng'.

"Young man, please come with me. An old woman whispered to the side.

This really surprised Worakon, "You recognized the wrong person. ”

The old woman was hunched back, her wrinkled skin clinging to her bones, and her emaciated face was lifeless. She looked back and smiled horribly, "Then you're not the Man in Black. I'm so sorry. ”

"How do you recognize the man in black?" Voragon deliberately covered the black-clothed cloak with a leather coat, and the star pattern on his chest was blocked inside, no one could tell the man in black, but how did she do it?

"Letters from Black Hill Mountain, young man. Within a few miles, there is only one ship on the shore, and you are the only fool with a few layers of clothing. ”

Woragon couldn't believe that it was an old man who was holding the 'gallop' in her hand, her body was weak and unstable, and she had to rely on the wooden staff in her hand to support her when she walked. Voragon retracted his surprised expression, "That's right, then please lead the way." The two of them walked into the alley one after the other, through the bustling bazaar, around the lush forest, and again into the alley, and finally saw the horse in an abandoned stable, its whole body black, not the slightest variegation, its strong muscles outlining the uneven lines, and the sunlight refracting speckled light on its body. There were no reins or chews to bind it, only a puddle of clear water under its feet.

The old woman handed him two apples, "Your path may never return, so I will give you a greeting gift, and I hope we will meet again next time." She laughed like a mad bobcat, hideous and fearful.

Hopefully we wouldn't see each other again, Woragon gladly accepted her gift, he didn't want to talk to her for a long time, even though she wasn't wearing a black cloak and had received letters from Blackhill Mountain, but ....... "Thank you for the warning. He came to the mount, brushed his palms over the smooth, warm fur, and whispered to the horse, "This journey needs your help, and if you accept it, we will set off now." When he jumped on his horse and was about to leave, he turned back and told the old woman, "When I came out of the castle at dusk, I had put life and death aside. Thank you again, if that ship is going to return to the West, follow him out of here, because the world is going down. ”

So Woragon did not stop in the town to rest, but galloped straight to the east. Seven days had passed since he set out from Black Hill Mountain, and the road ahead would have taken him even more time. At dawn on the day of his departure, he went through the map of the Eastern Continent, which was sparsely populated, and Shataros, Murhain, and Kios of the Greenthorn Nation were far away on the eastern border of the Elegon Forest, nearly a thousand miles away from his location, and his route would not pass through the territory of the Greenthorn Realm, and almost half of the distance was in the vast floating sea plain. It would be an interesting journey, as he stroked the burden around his waist, the two apples tossed up and down, and there was not much water left in the water bag, but fortunately the Merlan fruit that Scordy had made for him would allow him to survive the trek until he reached Outpost, the easternmost town.

As we go deeper inland, the four fields are boundless empty, overgrown with weeds and gravel under our feet, and there are few tree-lined rivers, but there are dead trees lying down everywhere. It also made Voragon no longer have the luxury of taking a sip of cold water on the road or catching a live rabbit. But the mount under the crotch did not seem to care about the dead desolation, and its speed and endurance surpassed that of any horse, not even the horses ridden by the Nishizawa were less than half that of the galloping wind. As he thought about this, he thought of Maester Peshir's words again, in the past, he had not been treated like this in any task, but this time it was different, everything that Maester Pesil had arranged for him seemed to tell him that 'his life was short'. It's no wonder that at my normal age, I'm already terminally old.

On the first night, he rested on a higher hill, the fire provided him with the only warmth, but it did not bring him peace of mind, and he walked quietly on the mountainside, and although he could not see it, he could feel that it was near him, and he never left him. As the night deepened and the temperature cooled, Vorragon searched for shredded wood and dead grass that could burn. Then he ate the two apples that the old woman had given him.

Before he fell asleep, he saw the northern sky reveal a starry fire, moving slowly from east to west, the light of the fire was erratic and flickering, sometimes gathering into a bright yellow, sometimes scattered into a little red, for a whole hour, and finally farther and farther away, until it was completely hidden. Voragon wanted to burn the fire stronger, which might lead them to come here and inquire about the land of the East. But the resources available here are simply too poor. He doubted that the horse could really eat the grass, and he lay down in his clothes, staring at the twinkling sea of stars, his troubled thoughts making his surroundings less peaceful, until tiredness hit him and his eyelids were heavy. The cold wind blew through the sand and gravel, swept across the meadow, and let out a bitter wail, and there were still embers in the fire, like a dancing phosphorus fire. Vorragon closed his eyes and listened, and finally fell into an uneasy slumber.

When I woke up the next day, I happened to see the first rays of dawn shooting from the eastern horizon, and in an instant, the damp cold air that had been immersed in the night was swept away. Voragon struggled to his feet, and after a night of curled up sleep, his whole body stiffened. He didn't care about tidying himself up, but ran straight to the wind on the mountainside, and breakfast was a piece of sweet and greasy plum orchid fruit. Skodi liked the taste, and the others had to bite the bullet to taste it, if it was Say, then he would definitely make the merlan fruit into the taste of garlic sauce beef, if it was Nurzai, it is estimated that the merlan fruit would become a piece of out-and-out yogurt.

The next day he was still wandering in the hinterland of the Floating Sea Plain, sometimes he would be dizzy by the similar terrain, and then he would curse the stupidity of galloping wind, and if he had been a mule and a donkey, he might have gone out of the wilderness. Ranfeng did not heed Woragon's complaints, and kept running at a constant pace, even when jumping up the mound and down the slope. Gradually, Voragon discouraged his opinion of the gallop, and he felt that he was a stupid fool.

As the sun sets rapidly, the day's journey will come to an end, and this place will still be the same as before, and if you don't look carefully, you will think that you are back to the starting point of the early morning. And tonight is still accompanied by the stars of the wilderness, the cold wind of the cold night, the swaying tongue of fire, and the galloping wind that is unusually strong. Immediately after that, the same situation occurred on the third and fourth days, and it was not until the fifth day that there was a subtle change in the path, which came from the galloping wind, and Vorragon could clearly feel the change in its course, but he did not stop the judgment of the mount, he knew in his heart that the mount was much smarter than him now, and as for how it thought and how to discern the direction, probably only the gods of heaven could read it.

Gradually, a thin green line appeared in the distance, which appeared exceptionally bright in the sunlight, and as it approached, the line changed to a green screen that encompassed the east, and there was no end in sight from north to south. "Heinin Forest. Woragon patted his mount on the neck, "Good fellow, two days earlier than I expected." The horse seemed to understand Woragon's praise, and it neighed, and strode away, faster and faster, the mound rocks on either side swept rapidly backwards, and the smoke and dust left a long gray shadow behind it.

When you enter the Heynain Forest, everything changes drastically, there are no roads, only dense forests and waist-high shrubs, branches weave an endless green net overhead, and the feet are covered with soft and slippery lichens, and the sunlight shines through the trees, illuminating the water droplets clinging to the green leaves, crystal clear, like stars in the green sea and ocean. It has never been trampled on, and even wildlife has never tried to pass through it, and as far as the eye can see, the pristine face is unbridled, wild and silent.

Woragan was skeptical, and from here he could really pass through the outpost town at the foot of the Delon Snowy Mountains, and he stopped his horse, and his mount spun in circles, his hooves beating the soft lichen with a dull thudding sound. Woragon didn't dare to go deep into this strange primeval forest easily, he subconsciously touched the two short swords hanging on his back, which made him feel safe. In fact, he was also guessing the road ahead, and it was certain that there must be no bandits and robbers in Hainain, but it was not ruled out that there were undead spirits, especially in this case.

The second is the beast that worries Voragon the most, the more primitive the place, the more ferocious the beast. So...... Since Outpost is at the eastern end of the Heinain Forest, there must be a way through it, but Chifeng doesn't recognize it. So Vorragon jumped on his horse again, and with the sharp dagger in his hand, he wandered cautiously and slowly through the Heinin Forest.