The night continues, and the dawn has not yet come.

After a battle with the wolves, Barrett and the 'Dirty Novel' group had left the original messy campsite and were groping their way through the dark forest.

A feast will be held at the camp shortly after, but it is not clear which "guests" will come. Barrett didn't know if the twenty-odd winter wolf carcasses would satisfy the guests' appetites, and if there wasn't enough food, they might devour each other.

The corpses in the forest never decompose, because they will be wiped out before then.

Barrett tries his best to discern the direction at night, relying on some special plants and a unique instinct that has been cultivated through years of adventure in the forest to lead the way. Yes, intuition, sometimes matters, and that's what Barrett learned from that dwarven companion of his.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air, and Barrett couldn't tell where it came from, at least not from them. Although they had gone through a great battle, and everyone was more or less covered in blood (except for Old Will), their clothes were clean at this time, because Old Will used the 'Cleansing Technique' to clean some of the blood stains and filth on their bodies.

When Barrett saw that his leather armor, which had been stained with the blood of the winter wolf, had returned to its original silver and cyan color in an instant under the effect of the spell, he was really stunned, how could magic still do this?

All of a sudden, a new idea came to the barbarian's mind - when my gold coins fill my cowhide pocket again, I must buy a magic trinket with this 'cleansing'!

No, you should still buy a space ring first. After all, in terms of carrying and use, it is more convenient than the bag. It's just that price......

"Cleansing - one of the spells invented by the association in the past few years, a small spell with zero ring. Barrett remembers what Old Will said, "The invention of every spell, even the lowest Zero Ring spell, is a long and dangerous process. I didn't expect those high-flying guys to invent this kind of ...... Well, how do you describe it?"

Old Will took out his heather pipe again after the battle, and thought about it as he smoked it.

"Invent this spell that is so close to life. Yes, close to life!" Barrett clapped his hands happily at the sight of the two-hundred-year-old mage, apparently satisfied with the adjective he had found.

The mage puffed through the smoke, the light of the fire flickering in the pipe, "This is really surprising. I thought those people would be desperately trying to work on lower-level, more lethal spells. Or take a classic spell like Fireball a little bit more. For example, make a fireball explode and then summon a living flame from the center of the explosion through the overflowing elemental energy. Believe me, if it weren't for the fact that they hadn't solved the problem of how to form a summoning circle after the explosion, the current Fireball Technique would have changed its name long ago. What's it called?Burning Man?Fireball Man?Living Fireball?Well, that's a good name!"

Barrett didn't care about any of that, he just admired once again how versatile magic could be!

With the 'Cleansing Technique', it seems that the mages don't even have to take a bath, which is really convenient. Barrett didn't like bathing, he often only did it once a month, and no adventurer liked to take a bath, because it was a nuisance, a nuisance! and he had to fetch water, or find a clear river......

River, bathing, and the carcass of a red-haired girl jumped into Barrity's mind again. He frowned, gathered his thoughts, and concentrated on finding a place to rest again.

Occasionally, in the depths of the darkness could be the whimper of some creature, as if life was making its last struggle, or the dense foliage of a tree rustling as they approached, as if something was about to jump out of it, or a pair of green or orange pupils lurking in the gaps between trees......

A vine stretched out from the shadows of the treetops, its movements as quiet and gentle as a lover's hands. It wrapped its arms around Barrit's neck, hoping for some intimate intimacy, but was cut off by the brute with the sword of the 'Iron Bride'.

I already have the Lord, Barrett touched the hilt of his sword and said in his heart.

It's just a small episode on the way that isn't worth mentioning. They didn't have a smooth journey, they were harassed by all kinds of strange things, and the ogre even fell into a deep "trap", and the big man was buried in the trap for most of his body, and it took a lot of effort to climb up.

In Barriet's opinion, it should be a hole dug by some kind of creature, and everyone else will be fine when they walk over, but this does not mean that the hole can hold the tonnage of the ogre and its full body armor.

The half-elf also noticed a vague shadow hidden behind the trunk of a tree not far away, staring straight at them, which made the half-elf feel a little uncomfortable, but he was relieved to see that Barrett and the gnome didn't care about it. However, for security reasons, he still signaled to Barrret.

"An ordinary ferocious ape will not attack unless it has the brain of a winter wolf. Barrett said to the half-elf, he had already spotted the monkey. "If it's a four-armed demon ape, we need to worry about it. Although they were all monkeys, the four-armed demon ape was stronger, more irritable, and more cold-blooded, but it was no longer visible in the Misty Forest. ”

Caesar, the only known four-armed demon ape in the forest, had been slashed by Barrett's sword, something the barbarians were very proud of.

"The forest at night seems to be particularly dangerous. The half-elf lowered his voice.

"It's early spring, and those creatures that only come out in winter are probably going back to their nests to sleep. "But before they go to bed, these guys will have to eat a big meal, because they probably won't be able to eat for most of the next half year." And those who have just woken up from hibernation are starving. ”

"One wants to fill their stomachs, the other wants to save energy. "The half-elf is amused by this. "The role of food is really not easy to play. ”

'Feeder,' by comparison, was much simpler, Barrett muttered in his mind. "So early spring and late autumn are the most irritable times in the forest, and the danger is a little higher than in other seasons. Except, of course, in winter. "Ordinary people can't survive in the misty forest in winter, not even for a day.

"The Misty Forest does have a unique charm and meaning for its existence. Old Will took over the topic, "If we didn't have this beautiful and eerie forest, if we wanted to complete this task and find some living frost insects, we would have to go all the way north, through Nord, through the barren lands where orcs and giants were entrenched, and find their traces in the northernmost part of the continent, the permafrost tundra." Believe me, no one wants to go to that place, except for a few ice species, where there is only pale and cold. ”

"When the temperature warms up, where will the cold creatures like winter wolves and frost insects go in the forest?" the half-elf asked again, "Is it underground?"

"Most of it should be. Barrett was uncertain, "There is no other known place for such a variety and number of creatures to hide except underground. It is also believed that a parallel plane connects the forest, opening up and creatures rotating in turn whenever the seasons change. But this statement is too bizarre to be imagined by most people. What's more, no one really cares about these things, at least not adventurers. ”

"The Magic Guild should know something. The half-elf glanced at the mages in the group.

"It's possible, but it's only possible. Old Will nodded, "This forest is unique, and I don't believe that the mages in the Floating City will hold back their curiosity. However, in order to conduct a comprehensive investigation of the Misty Forest safely, it is estimated that those high-level mages who have reached at least level seven will be able to do so. And most of the mages of this level are mixed in other planes of the multiverse, after all, compared to the entire vast multiverse, this forest and its hidden secrets are still too small. ”

"Hey, Moglock is hungry!" the ogre interrupted suddenly, and said in an angry voice, "Is that one edible?" and swallowed as it pointed to a fist-sized snail on the trunk of a nearby tree.

This guy also has a good look in his eyes, Barrett said in his heart. He stepped forward to take a closer look, then took the big snail from the tree and handed it to the ogre, "You can't eat it raw, it will make your limbs twitch, but it's okay to roast it." ”

Spotted snails, adventurers occasionally catch them when they don't have much food. This snail tastes actually not bad, but many adventurers, including Barrett, can't accept it.

"Roast, like clams?" the ogre asked.

"It's like clams. But it shouldn't be easy to fill your belly with it. ”

"Moglock likes to eat in the shell. The ogre swallowed again, "Moglock will find more!"

The big guy does what he says, and instead of being disinterested in everything, he focuses on his surroundings. And with the help of the gnomes on its shoulders, the ogre really found a lot of brindle snails.

The group walked cautiously in the darkness, and before long, several craggy low mountains gradually emerged from the darkness, and at the bottom of the hill opposite them, a dark cave faced the people.

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