The mist lingered in the forest like milk mixed with water. When you look up, you will see that the clouds seem to be as low as the treetops, obscuring the sky and the light, making it impossible to tell where the sunrise is and where is the sunset.

The stout fir trees are like giant pillars plunging into the clouds, one after another. Every now and then there would be an indescribable cry, abruptly sounding among the treetops, in the deepest part of the mist. The voice was like the intimate whisper of a lover, or the cry of a woman at night, merrily and whimpering, echoing through the woods.

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A palm-sized "purple armyworm" is lying on the thick trunk of a fir tree, sucking the sap of the tree. Unlike their siblings outside, the fir trees in the Misty Forest are weakly toxic in their sap, while Spodoptera exigua can accumulate toxins from its sap on the scales of its wings through its unique organs in its abdomen.

When the Spodoptera exigua flies, the edges of its wings glow with a lilac glow and a sparkle of glow pink. When the powder is inhaled by an animal, it causes a spasmodic reaction in the respiratory muscles in the body, causing the animal to suffocate to death, so few animals or monsters will provoke this beautiful creature covered in purple patterns.

But there are exceptions to everything.

Suddenly, a pair of tiny claws caught the feeding Spodoptera exigua like lightning, and the owner of the paws was a small pen-tailed jerboa. The jerboa inhales and exhales not by the respiratory muscles, so it cannot produce spasmodic reactions, which is also a disguised immunity to toxins.

The body of the pentail jerboa is not much larger than that of the purple armyworm, and the moth flutters very strongly, and the lilac fluorescence spreads all over the surrounding air, which looks extraordinarily gorgeous. The jerboa grabbed the moth's body with its claws, and in one bite it tore off the violet moth's head and spat it on the ground. The prey fell silent, and the hunter began to enjoy the fruits of victory.

The jerboa stopped abruptly after a few bites, looked into the blur with its big eyes, and then, as if frightened, picked up its prey and ran into the depths of the mist.

In the distance, a group of vague figures leaped and twisted in the mist like ghosts. The figure got closer and closer, the mist rolled and was torn apart, and five humanoids of different heights, short, fat and thin gradually emerged from the fog.

One of them, walking in the middle of the procession, wearing a tan robe with pale gold patterns, asked several of his companions, "Say, what is the thickest and strongest wine you have ever drunk?"

At the head of the line was a stout Nord brute with tattoos on his forehead, who glanced sideways at the few people behind him, but did not speak, but paid vigilant attention to his surroundings.

With his long sword, he split a "dead branch" that fell from a fir tree, which landed with a piercing scream, and then ran into the fog, spilling a green liquid from the ground, stabbing to death a frog hiding in the bushes, not much smaller than a rabbit, and picking up the dead frog and putting it in a cowhide bag that he carried with him, and carefully circumventing a cluster of mushrooms full of spores, and signaling the people behind him not to step on it.

"Drink?" said one of the half-elves in the team, a little surprised, after bypassing the cluster of mushrooms, "I thought you mages didn't drink, and you never drank in front of us before. It's hard for me to imagine what a drunken mage would look like, but then again, it must be fun. ”

"It's also dangerous. The barbarian at the front added.

"That's right!" the half-elf nodded thoughtfully, "A mage under normal circumstances is enough to be feared, and a drunk mage is more terrifying than a dragon whose treasure has been stolen." If the Leader of the Magic Guild had drunk too much, what would happen if he had drunk too much?

"The Lord is great, but he is not far behind the founder of the Magic Empire, the Legendary Mage of the Legendary Mages, the One Who Tears the Web, the Remodeler of Magic, the Slayer of the Gods, the Lighthouse of Humanity's Progress, the Eye of Wisdom of the Multiverse, and the Greatest of All Mages of Tarasia. The robed man spoke,

"It's a long list of titles that you can remember. The half-elf exclaimed.

The barbarian adventurer walked up to a fir tree, split the bark of the fir tree with a sword, looked at the crack in the bark, and then changed directions and continued on his way.

The robed man followed in the footsteps of the barbarian adventurer and said with a smile, "Although this list of titles is long, it is far from the more awkward magic spells and the indistinguishable circle symbols. By the way, what was I going to talk about?"

"Drinking. "Half-elf tips.

Actually, the mages are not indispensable, but they are rarely drunk. They need to be able to maintain their own vigorous and awake mental power at all times, they need to learn vast magical knowledge, they need to spend a lot of time meditating to restore their magic and increase the total amount of magic power, and they also need to complete tasks within the guild to earn internal points, so time is very precious compared to them, and many low-level mages even have to squeeze their sleep time to the extreme, let alone have a hangover. ”

A mage, when introducing the group of mages, actually used "they" instead of "we", which made the barbarian adventurer feel a little weird.

The man in the tan robe said this, and suddenly paused, and he plucked a thick leaf from a strange tree next to him and put it in his mouth as indicated by the barbarian adventurer, and the rest of the people did the same.

"Well, that's good!" the full, minty-scented juice shook the robed man's spirits, and then continued, "More than that, the mages don't like this chaotic and uncontrolled feeling. Believe me, order always comes first in the belief of the group of mages. And this order, obviously, also includes their own bodies and consciousness. ”

"The sap from the leaves suddenly made me want to smoke, and it's okay to smoke here. He asked the barbarian adventurer who was at the forefront.

After receiving an affirmative answer, the tan-robed speaker took out his pipe, lit it, took a deep breath, and exhaled into the fog, and the two gases merged together with joy.

"Mages rarely drink alcohol, but that doesn't mean they don't drink at all. They usually mix a little sweet plum wine with energy potions to dilute the potion's weird taste. Estelle, you know, the weird smell of the energy potion is really not good. ”

The half-elf nodded, not refuting this statement, obviously the strange smell was very deeply rooted in people's hearts.

"And my peers drink energy potions so often that the city-state of Muya buys a large amount of sweet plum wine every year and ships it to the floating city of Al-Safir. For me, though, the sweet plum wine is still too light, and the fruit wine tastes more like juice than wine. ”

"Fruit-based wine can also have a high degree of strength. The half-elf said, "In the elven sanctuary 'Lotslorin', there is a kind of fruit wine made with gooseberry and magic vine juice, which is slightly sour and sweet, and it doesn't feel good to drink, but a small glass can make people drunk for three days!"

"No, no, no, my good Estelle, the purpose of drinking is not to get drunk. The man in the robe smiled, "It's about savoring, savoring the wonderful sensation of the wine blooming in the mouth." I used to prefer to mix energy potions with a Nord specialty, a red spirit called 'Tiha'. Do you know 'Tiha', our good guide, Lord Barrett. He asked the Nords, who were at the front.

I'm not Your Excellency, Barrett sneered in her heart. As a Nord, I may not know about "Tiha", but we Nords prefer to call it "Orc Blood" rather than this rather tasteful name. Rather than talking about this topic about wine, I prefer to focus on my surroundings.

"Yes. He replied simply.

At this time, the barbarian adventurers and the nasty novel group had been in the misty forest for most of the day, and Old Will and the others were not a little uncomfortable with the sharp drop in visibility caused by the fog, but they quickly got used to the somewhat strange atmosphere of the forest. After all, this is a very powerful team of adventurers, and they are very adaptable to various situations.

Barrett doesn't really like this kind of fun and adventurous atmosphere, but firstly, he positions himself as just a hired person with a commission, and the other party is not a newcomer who doesn't know anything, so he doesn't want to interfere too much with the adventurous habits of the 'nasty novel' group, and secondly, everyone is still walking in the outskirts of the misty forest, and there are unlikely to be accidents.

At a normal pace, the two to three days of heading towards the Misty Forest were generally safe. Every once in a while, the Golden Alfalfa Knights of the Misty Castle will carry out a large-scale cleanup of all kinds of magical beasts and monsters in this distance, which is convenient for maintaining the safety of the Misty Castle itself, and on the other hand, it is to collect all kinds of valuable resources nearby.

And if the adventurers want to make a gain, they can only go to the deeper part of the misty forest in addition to hoping for the good fortune of "gold coins falling from the sky".

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