The Misty Forest at night is a different story—not dark, but a little more splendid.

Many plants, flowers, and mushrooms that look inconspicuous during the day will emit a faint glow in the dark and dense night, shrouding the entire forest with a mysterious and ethereal atmosphere. The cold light was purple, green, or blue, and even some of them flickered like the bright eyes of their sweetheart.

Why would I use such a sour metaphor? Barrett was puzzled by this.

He chose to camp next to a fallen fir tree. The fallen 'giant' could use its sturdy body to cover the backs of Barritt and his party, and whether it was a night alert or a real accident, this broken tree could greatly reduce the area they needed to defend.

The trees broke not far from the camp, while the treetops were hidden in the fog and could not be seen.

Barrett was adding dry wood to the campfire, which crackled and a swarthy soup pot was bubbling above it. There were some jerky, turnips, and a dash of ferns, and a quail-sized, plucked bird tumbling up and down in the pot.

It was a chickadee with a ring of white feathers on the edge of its wings. Compared to its counterparts, it appears to be extra fat, and it is not known what exactly it eats throughout the winter.

I don't know for what purpose, this white-feathered actually fluttered its wings, and its expression was fierce and fast to pounce on the ogre, which really scared Moglock, a big man. But the next moment, the was shot down with a dagger by a dwarf on the ogre's shoulder, and Barrit stewed the into the pot in the spirit of not wasting food.

There were also several sharpened branches diagonally around the campfire, two of which were strung with a frog larger than the ogre's palm, while others were strung with mushrooms and tubers of unknown plants.

A slightly pungent smell wafted into the air as the heat wafted out of the soup pot, and that was due to the addition of tear sedges to the soup. When heated, the grass emits a less pleasant smell, and the sharper the sense of smell, the stronger the pungent smell, including Barrett.

But our barbarian adventurers have long been accustomed to this. If you want to eat hot food during your adventure in the Misty Forest, but you are worried that the aroma of the food will attract some uninvited guests, you have to add a small amount of this plant called "tear sedge" to your food.

The food produced in this way does not smell very friendly, but at least it does not affect the taste.

Old Will stood at the cross-section of the collapsed fir tree, as if studying something. However, in Barrett's eyes, Old Will did not look like a mage studying something that was difficult for ordinary people to fathom, but more like a lumberjack who used his axe skills after cutting down trees.

The fallen fir was so thick that even seven Barretts holding hands would not be able to surround it, if we had so many Barretts. However, it is not special, because the fir trees of the entire forest are almost all this thick.

Barrett had never seen a fir sapling, or a normal fir tree of the same size as a normal tree. As far as the eye can see, the fir trees are like giants in the sky, straight into the mist of the sky.

"The age of the tree is truly astonishing. Old Will's tone was full of admiration, "How old do you guess it is?"

Guess the age of the tree? Is there a more boring topic than that? Barrett was a little speechless. But at least it was much better than the burgundy haired girl talking about her and the miller.

I don't know what happened to Rey. The girl in the pale blue dress, the carcass shining in the river, these images suddenly appeared in Barrett's mind, but then he forced himself to forget them.

Barrett twisted and sneezed, the tears seemed to be a little too much, he thought.

"Trust me, you're not right!" said the mage's tone with confidence.

200 years old, like you, the brute said in his heart, but he knew it couldn't be. Because in Nord, just outside the village of his hometown, there is a nearly 500-year-old black locust tree.

The black locust tree is called "Feoce" by the townspeople, which means "holy tree" in Norde. The Nords of the town would bury their deceased relatives around the black locust in the hope that the dead would be blessed and laid to rest.

For as long as Barrett can remember, the black locust tree was surrounded by dense graves, and although he was mischievous and daring as a child, he never dared to play near the black locust.

The Nords are all barbarians and generally stubborn. Although the Nord government has been promoting the lingua franca, Nord German is still used very frequently among the people.

Moreover, on the mainland today, only Nord and a few city-states still continue to have the custom of burial, and the remaining six kingdoms and most of the city-states practice cremation.

Cremation is a tradition that continues during the time of the Magic Empire, as the mages of the Empire did not allow people to be buried. I heard that the magic tide of that period seemed to be particularly surging, and when it passed by, there would always be some corpses that were unwilling to be lonely to "wake up" from their rest, looking for memories in their souls, and visiting their loved ones......

In Barrett's memory, even the nearly 500-year-old black locust tree had a trunk less than half the thickness of the fir.

"In the elven sanctuary 'Lotsillin', a tree like this must be at least a thousand years old. Half-elf Estelle said, then added, "I mean trees that grow normally, not those created by the druids with the forces of nature. ”

Estelle said his last sentence with a hint of disdain in his tone.

Barrett glanced at the half-elves, everyone has some past and secrets, he thought.

"But this tree should only be about 100 years old!" said Old Will, "looking at its growth rings, it seems that it is not yet 100 years old, that is, its age is not half as old as mine!"

Not yet a hundred years old? Barrett was incredulous. The entire Misty Forest can be said to be made up of these tall fir trees. He'd been here countless times, gathering and fighting, vengeance, and adventuring, but he had never really looked closely at the trees that could be seen.

"How thick can it grow in a hundred years?" Estelle's tone was also full of surprise, "I vaguely remember that the trees I saw along the way seemed to be about the same thickness as this one. Are the trees only 100 years old?" he gestured around.

"Impossible!" Barrett denied, "According to the records of the Mist Castle, this forest has existed since the early days of the Griffon Kingdom. In this way, the forest is at least 700 years old. There are even many legends that say that this forest existed even older than the days of the Magic Empire. ”

"Wouldn't it be planted after the Griffon Empire cut it down?" the half-elf asked.

"No one will come to the Misty Forest to cut down trees, it doesn't make any sense, and even if you can cut them down, it's hard to get them out. There are many valuable things in the forest, but by no means include these ubiquitous firs. Barrett said, "The Golden Alfalfa Knights will cut down a little, but only in the area around the Misty Castle, and only to give the fortress a wider view. ”

"You mean, during the Magic Empire, there were adventurers who came here to take risks?" Old Will walked over, and Shi Shiran sat on the ground by the campfire, and the tan robe with pale gold patterns didn't seem to be stained with a wisp of dust.

"I don't know. Barrett hesitated, "But I don't think so." At that time, the Cavis Mountains were still a complete mountain range, and there was no gap in the Misty Castle, so there should not be many people who would come here. In addition to the mage, he silently added in his heart.

At this moment, the ogre, who was napping with his back against the trunk of the fir tree, suddenly woke up, and wiped the corners of his mouth, "Isn't dinner all right?" it asked angrily, staring at the in the pot.

"It's never too late for a delicious meal," Barrett replied.

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