Passing through the gap in the "Lizard's Fang", the scenery behind it is not different from the previous one.

Thick and dense fir trees were still everywhere, and the bleak sunlight was dispelled by the fog, leaving the whole forest in a state of gloom and gray.

Fortunately, the distance between each fir tree is large enough, otherwise the sun will be shaded by the shade and fog, and there will be only specks falling into the forest, so that the whole forest will be dominated by the dark night, whether it is day or night.

On the third day, after getting a fairly good rest, Barrett and the group set off again to continue their adventure.

It was a relatively uneventful day, and apart from being blocked by a few three- or four-meter-long scavengers, everything went well. Of course, these large, caterpillar-like monsters with a large mouth with sharp teeth and multiple tentacles on the edge of the mouth were not specifically standing in the middle of the woodland to target them.

They're just eating, and they don't look very sven, but you can't ask a scavenger to use a knife and fork or even a graceful little finger when eating. Oh, sorry, they don't have fingers.

These ugly monsters gathered around an unidentified corpse that was more than half a circle larger than the heavily armed ogre, and they cooed and feasted. When Barrett was spotted approaching, the scavengers didn't wriggle half a step from the corpse.

Only one scavenger, slightly larger than the rest of its kind, lazily raised its head from the remains of the corpse and opened its mouth to Barrett demonstratively, as if to say, "Hey, get out of the way, don't upset me!"

Barrett and his party did not choose to fight, but went around a long arc before moving on. Although Old Will only needs to use a fireball technique to solve most of these monsters that happen to gather together, these scavengers who specialize in eating dead corpses or carrion have little economic value.

Adventurers don't do such a strenuous and unprofitable thing.

The barbarian took the 'obscene novel' crowd and traveled about 10 kilometers in one afternoon. Barrett estimated that at the current rate, if he was lucky, he would have found something on the fifth day, and if luck had not intended to favor them, he should probably have begun to prepare for the permafrost tundra in half a month.

This kind of travel speed is normal in the forest, after all, adventurers do not aim to rush in the forest, they will often stay in place for a long time, left and right, or even backwards, or suddenly disappear.

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If the 'nasty novel's party wants to find the traces of frost insects, they should go a lot deeper into the forest. But Barrett didn't dare to go too fast, after all, this was the Misty Forest. Apart from all the other strange, dangerous, and unpredictable factors, it is not easy to find your way through this foggy forest with similar scenery.

Barbarians often have to stop and observe their surroundings – looking at the vegetation near a rock, studying the bark of a fir tree, or even plucking a few leaves from a particular tree and chewing them in their mouths......

In short, it's a technical job.

Barrett knew that if he left secretly, most of the 'nasty novel' group would never be able to leave this forest. In that case, he succeeded in becoming a 'feeder' again. If the forest were really conscious, would it reward him for it?

A fir made of wood?

Thinking of this, the barbarian's expression suddenly fell into a trance, and the next moment, he was shocked by his strange thoughts. The next moment, Barriet took a deep breath and quickly banished this inexplicable thought from his mind.

However, once there is a mage in the team, there will be exceptions to everything. If Old Will, the wandering mage, was deep enough to build a teleportation circle on his own, and he carried with him enough magic stones to meet the operation of the circle. Not only would the Misty Forest not be able to trap him, but he could even teleport back to the Makuya City-State or any branch of the Magic Guild from anywhere on the continent, as long as he knew the coordinates.

"Have you ever heard of a man who was eaten by his own stomach? Old Will said to the crowd. This is an old man who likes to talk, likes to talk, and prefers to listen.

"Probably unlikely. Estelle slashed a thorny bush with his elven sword, and with a wave of his hand knocked off a few dead leaves that had fallen overhead, "Could it be that this man's stomach jumped out of his own mouth?

"It's not that much trouble. Old Will replied, straightening his robes that were hanging crookedly from the branches, "That man is a follower of the Saleen sect, the one that believes in the devil and all the people in it are not very nervous. ”

"There's no better way to get into trouble than someone from this sect. The half-elf said in a disdainful tone, "Oh, no, and the mages of the Arcane Truth Society...... Sorry, you continued. ”

Barrett knew about the Sarlene sect and had heard that Larsen II, the fifth king of the Nords, had been bewitched by this sect. Most of the bizarre and bizarre tragedies that circulate in people's mouths also have the shadow of this sect. As for the Arcane Truth Society, he had heard of it as well. It was a mage organization that was different from the Magical Society.

When the thousand-year-old Magic Empire collapsed, the Magic Guild grew up from the corpse of the Empire as the eldest son, inheriting most of the Empire's legacy. At the same time, many mage organizations with different philosophies from the Guild are also quietly emerging, and the Arcane Truth Society is one of the more well-known.

"In communication or dealings with the devil, for some reason, this person seems to have annoyed the devil. Old Will continued his story, "You know, those evil fellows are still very good at cursing and tormenting. The demons separated the man's stomach from his body and turned it into a separate individual without the control of the body. I have to say that even judging by the thinking of a mage, this is a very creative idea. Old Will said with admiration, "Becoming an independent individual 'stomach' rampant in his body, using his natural digestive ability to devour it wantonly, we all know that eating is the most primitive instinct of living beings....."

"Quinton Legendary Mage Says Reproduction is ......"

"Oh, my good Estelle, leave this argument to the High or Legendary Mages. Old Will smiled and waved his hand, not wanting to argue. "It is said that the whole process lasted almost a week, but no one noticed. After all, those followers of the Salin sect who are not quite in their right minds want to communicate with the devil or hold sacrificial rituals, they always have to find a place off the beaten track. ”

"And how did this guy get discovered?"

"The depraved aura of the devils polluted the surrounding land and plants, attracting the attention of nearby residents. Frightened, the villagers reported the incident to their lord, who in turn informed the Magic Society's branch. At this point, this matter was found out by the mage of the branch with time. I heard that that peculiar 'stomach' is still preserved in an exhibition hall of the association, and that person's soul is estimated to have fallen into the hands of some devil 'as he wished'. ”

It's not a good topic, it's not a good topic to have to do with the devil, Barrett thought. Like Larsen II, the devil will always make people insane, irrational, crazy and unpredictable.

"This is deserved!" "The half-elf's tone revealed a hint of coldness, "I heard that this Sarin sect has existed since the beginning of the Magic Empire, the mages of the empire have waged war with the gods, suppressed all faiths, and countless religions have been reduced to dust, and this evil sect can still continue to this day, I have to say, whether it is chaos or peace, there are no less ignorant people in any period!"

"It's not just ignorance, it's greed, hatred, loneliness, and even a yearning for beauty. Yes, that sense of powerlessness that yearns for beauty, but can't grasp it. People are plagued by all kinds of desires, blurring right and wrong, and not knowing what to say about what is going on or off, even the mage. Old Will said lightly.

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