The towering Cavis Mountains cut off the climate exchange between the forest and the continent, making it a unique place. Even in winter, there is no snow or even frost in the Misty Forest, but that doesn't mean it's spring-like.

Under normal circumstances, an area such as the Misty Forest, which is isolated from the continent but has a large area with the ocean, should have a mild and comfortable temperature change, but this is not the case. Because the temperature in the forest is not determined by ordinary air, but by the ubiquitous fog that pervades the forest.

In fact, the strange mist does not take away the temperature of the environment, it is like a huge and insatiable soul, only asking for warmth from the living.

When winter comes, the temperature of the fog in the forest will drop sharply for about 3 days, reaching its peak and remaining on the 6th day. At that time, the temperature in the forest will be so low that most creatures will not survive, the skin will fall off in an instant if it comes into contact with the mist, the blood will freeze directly from the blood vessels, and even the most hardy organ, the eyes, will condense into crystal ice beads.

At this time, the creatures in the forest will lie dormant in various forms. Underground, on the other hand, is undoubtedly a good choice, like the Gnoll's Riverpaw tribe, which is said to move the entire tribe underground when winter comes.

They drive a large number of goblins to dig into the ground like dwarves, digging up the underground world in the forest bigger and bigger. The little green-skinned goblins are very useful, not only as coolies, but also as food rations for the gnolls when food is scarce.

Other than that, most of the other ways of hibernation are not well known.

However, the Misty Forest in winter is not cold and lifeless, and it is at this time that icy species like frostworms will awaken and dominate the place. When winter comes, the forest is their world.

In early spring, the temperature in the Misty Forest has begun to rise, but it is still bitterly cold, much lower than outside the forest.

Old Will casts a ring of magic called "Endurance Environment", which is extremely practical and allows the recipient to survive comfortably even in extreme conditions of extreme heat or cold.

Barrett glanced down at his mist-bare hands, which were ruddy and muscular, and which had been in a stiff, pale state at this time of year in the forest.

"What is formed by magic can only be fought with magic itself. Barrett whispered to herself. At this time, in his heart, he had gradually believed in the various rumors about the cause of the formation of the fog.

In addition, Old Will also casts a magic called 'Dim Vision' for everyone, which allows the recipient to see normally in a faint and dim light, but it is not very useful for the fog in the Misty Forest.

The barbarian adventurer walked at the front of the group, about half a meter away from Old Will and his party behind him.

If the forest was conscious, would it be satisfied with the food I had brought this time?" Barrett thought to himself, then shook his head with a smile in his heart, and put this nonsensical thought behind him.

As a guide, Barrett dutifully surveyed his surroundings, listening carefully for the strange sounds that sounded throughout the forest. Not only that, but his years of adventure in the misty forest allowed him to see farther than ordinary people in the mist, his gaze pierced through the mist, looking for the dangers lurking within, and his proud sense of smell could smell anything unusual......

Barrett took a deep breath of the cold mist and felt her body shiver involuntarily. The trembling did not come from fear, but from the irrepressible excitement of facing the adventures and adventures that were coming.

But the various strange topics behind Old Will made him feel that this was not a dangerous adventure that would cost him his life in an instant, but a spring outing organized by some nobleman who had nothing to do. It's just that he was not accompanied by beautiful and elegant female companions, but by several men of different sizes and races.

In Barritt's view, the old Will mage doesn't just like to peek into people's hearts, but also likes to talk to others, whether they want to listen or not.

"Not far from Nord is the city-state of Valletta, where I lived for a long time. "I seemed to be 50 years old, no, 60 years old, anyway, I was very young."

Sixty years younger? That's a good way to put it, Barrett sneered in his heart. Magic can delay aging to a large extent, whether it is a mage or those demonic beasts that have been mutated by magic infusion, their lifespans are much higher than ordinary individuals of the same race, which is something that everyone on the continent generally knows.

But when you really put things in front of you, the fact is still jealous.

Mages are powerful enough, so why should they be allowed to live so long? I believe this is a thought that many ordinary people have had, but this does not include Barrett.

He faced death several times, but he never feared it. There were even times when he felt that it was good to die in the misty forest like this. As a Nord who sees death as a rest, and as an adventurer accustomed to life and death, Barrett does not desire to live a long life. But in battle, he never lets up.

Old Will's voice continued as Barrett came behind him, "My mentor has been assigned by the Magical Society to the city-state of Valletta to take charge of the chapters and the operation of the Mage Tower there. And I, as the only disciple he was still with at the time, followed him out of the Floating City. My mentor's family is from a brewing background, so he likes to drink. And as his disciple, I also grew to like this wonderful liquid. ”

"In the city-state of Valletta, I used to drink a mixed spirit called 'Red Dragon's Fury'. Old Will smacked his lips, as if to recall the taste of the wine, "This wine is made from Nord's 'tiha' spirit, which is mixed with turpentine, ammonia, gunpowder, and chili powder ground by devil's peppers, and when drunk, a metal wine glass is baked over a campfire until it is hot. Can you imagine what that thing should look like when you drink it in your mouth?"

Barrett didn't know much about wine, and he rarely drank it, even the 'tiha' that the Nords loved. Whether he had plenty of money or not, he drank only rye beer with a slight bitterness, two copper coins and a large glass, a favorite of adventurers. Rye beer is not low in alcohol and cheap price, so that adventurers can forget any worries.

"Like swallowing a ball of fire?" the half-elf tried to describe.

"Fire doesn't taste good. The ogre Moglock said angrily, "Ham is delicious!"

"Haha, that's apt, but it's more than that. Old Will laughed, "To tell you the truth, the liquid can't be described by the word 'taste' anymore, because you don't feel any smell at all, but like a burning red sword straight through your mouth to your stomach, and the sword is still going down, as if it is about to pierce you, and it seems that you have been pressed to the ground by an adult strong red dragon, which kisses your lips with impunity and spits dragon breath into your mouth with heat and spurting. Of course, this is also where its name comes from. ”

"That's really ......," the half-elf didn't know how to describe it, "it's so peculiar." ”

"Yes, but not just peculiar. Old Will's eyes looked into the distance, as if he was caught in a memory, "You can't even think, because the dragon's breath has burned through your head, turning your brain to ashes." But you seem to be able to see more of it again, all kinds of mottled brilliance swaying before your eyes, some beautiful elves ...... Oh, I mean the goblins, the tiny, two-legged fellows, not your relatives, Estelle. Old Will corrected, "Some beautiful elves surround you, laughing and laughing, and seem to be dancing, and you want to join them, but before you can take two steps, you will fall headlong to the ground......"

Only people with a problem with their heads would drink this kind of thing, Barrett said to herself.

At this moment, he suddenly stopped, put his hand on the "Iron Bride", and looked into the depths of the mist in the direction of his left hand with a frown. The next moment, just as he was about to open his mouth to signal to everyone that something seemed to be happening, someone took a step ahead of him and gave a warning.

"Someone' is coming. The gnome sitting on the ogre's shoulder spoke, and Barrett listened to him for the first time.

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