Grande, the basement of the Prime Minister's Palace, the Forest of Eternal Night.

Under the light of the ball of light, Rodlis moved forward cautiously, and he always felt a little uneasy in his heart. Because there is not the slightest breath of life in the forest of Nuoda, only the mottled shadows of the trees swaying in the wind under the moonlight.

Although the magician could clearly see his surroundings, he did not dare to let his guard down, after all, no one was sure that this strange space would suddenly burst out of some dangerous monsters.

"I should have listened to Rosie if I knew I should have been so impulsive. Rodrith looked at the endless trail and began to regret it.

Although he is now a full-fledged magician, he has a certain ability to protect himself in case of danger. Mastering space magic requires a long period of practice, and with the current level of a magician, there is a great deal of uncertainty about the subspace that can be opened, and the time of the subspace itself is also very unstable.

Wearing a gray mage cloak, Rodrith held a magic staff that was more decorative than practical, as its only function was to support the mage's body and make it easier for him to walk.

I don't know how long it has been, but the sky is still as dark as ink, and the surrounding environment is unchanged.

"If I go on like this endlessly, I'm afraid I'll starve to death here. Rodrith stared blankly at the bushes in front of him, his pace much slower than he had been at the beginning. The light of the orb of light faded with the passage of time, and it was as shaky as its owner.

He was so hungry that his legs were weak at the moment, but he didn't dare to stop, after all, in this case, if he stopped moving forward, it would be tantamount to sitting still.

Just as Rodrith was losing hope, he suddenly noticed that his surroundings were beginning to change, and the shape of the trees was quietly shifting, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

A cold wind swept through, and the rustle of leaves began to ripple through the forest. The magician's heart suddenly swelled with an unprecedented sense of fear, and he clearly felt that the atmosphere around him was gradually solidifying, and something seemed to be moving rapidly in the bottomless bushes.

In the case of ferocious beasts, hunters can subdue them by all possible means according to the characteristics of their behavior. However, for the unknown, there is often only pure fear left.

This is the situation in which Rodrith is now, unprepared to enter the basement of the Prime Minister's Mansion, opening and entering a randomly generated subspace.

The mage clearly didn't have the art of spatial magic, so he was in the dark of the Eternal Night Forest, and if he couldn't find a way to break the deadlock in front of him, he would probably be trapped here forever - if the subspace didn't collapse, of course.

Rodlis's heart was terrified to the extreme, and he felt his legs grow heavier and heavier, as if he didn't want to go any further.

"Stop and rest for a while—it'll be fine for a while...... the magician finally stopped and comforted, and then collapsed on the ground with a thud.

Rodrith tightened his cloak, the cold wind that made him shiver uncontrollably.

"Whew~!" I saw that his palm instantly ignited a pale yellow flame, and the long-lost warmth couldn't help but make him let out a satisfied sigh.

The magician's haggard face flickered in the light of the swaying light, and he was no longer willing to stand up again, and sleepiness welled up in his heart like a tide.

"Ah...... Just get some sleep like this. Rodrith said as he slowly closed his eyes, and the magic staff in his hand slid down.

"Hiss, hiss~" There was a piercing movement around him, and the magician woke up like a dream and suddenly opened his eyes, but the next scene made him unforgettable for the rest of his life.

In the dark and dark trees, there were dots of light, all of which were extremely strange dark reds.

"Damn!" Rodrith scolded when he saw this, and immediately grabbed his cane and stood up. He looked around and was horrified to see that the red dots in the bushes were getting more and more and shaking.

He guessed that the red dots were the eyes of some kind of ferocious beast, and he muttered a magic spell in his mouth. At the same time, the magician watched the situation in the bushes with a wary expression, not daring to make too obvious moves, so as not to alarm the unknown creatures hiding in the darkness.

I saw a blue-green light glow between Rodris's fingers, which began to condense into a ball of light, slowly rising into the air. Rodrith closed his eyes and began to use detection magic to gauge the number and strength of his enemies.

However, when he saw the scene around him clearly, he almost shouted—because within twenty meters of his position, there were twenty-eight energy fluctuations!

What's worse is that these energy fluctuations are disordered, and Rodlis can't judge the specific strength of the other party at all.

The magician's detection spell was forced to stop halfway through, and a chill ran through his chest. Rodrith was eager to run, but he knew the consequences would be devastating.

Detection magic is a fundamental skill that every magician must master. It allows the caster to sense energy fluctuations within a certain range and detect the power level of a creature.

Undetectable results are usually only possible when the power of an unknown creature is much higher than that of the caster. That's why Rodrith was so frightened.

"What to do, what to do, what to do......" The magician soaked his back in a cold sweat, repeating the word in his mouth, desperately thinking about how to deal with the current situation in his mind, but without the slightest clue.

He held the brown cane tighter, and the whole person was like a taut bowstring, as if it would explode instantly as soon as there was a strange sound around him. The hissing around them continued, like the whispers of death echoing in your ears.

At this time, Rodris's eyes widened, and he scanned the scene in front of him in despair, as if he was about to completely collapse in the next second.

The two sides were in a stalemate for dozens of seconds, and suddenly there was movement in the bushes on the left, and the magician turned around sharply, and the fireball in his palm was about to explode.

He saw a gray thing jump out of the grass, and to his surprise, it was not the behemoth he imagined. Rodrith fixed his eyes - it turned out to be a young wolf.

It wasn't until the wolf staggered over to the magician that he could see what the other man was: pale gray fur without any variegation, and eyes glowing like rubies.

The young wolf's head is round, perhaps because of the fact that it has just been born, and the four little short legs are still a little clumsy to walk.

"Hey, this must be kidding me!" Rodliston exclaimed with relief.