Walking quietly in the forest, Yang Long couldn't help but feel a little trance, the forest was cool and comfortable at night in summer, and the breeze swept through the branches causing the leaves to rattle. The nocturnal animals moved around, and after being awakened by Yang Long's footsteps, they fled in panic.

This strange forest is similar to the forest where the small mountain village first lived, and the trees and vegetation are the same, as are the herds of pheasants and spotted deer. The only difference is that the predators in the forest are no longer silver wolves, but a giant spider that is almost half a meter tall.

Because of the serious lack of physical fitness and the inability to know where he was, Yang Long cautiously chose to explore in the forest, so now there is no one in ten combat power. However, the perception of living beings is still at its peak, and the highest strength of these spiders is less than the second order, although they are barehanded, but with the physical strength of the third-order zombies, there will be no threat in theory.

But the actual result made Yang Long suffer a small loss, after being accidentally attacked by a spider, Yang Long was forced to fight back and killed the insect instantly, and when the spider was facing a threat to his life, it also spewed out a stream of green viscous venom, firmly attached to Yang Long's bare skin.

Just a small ball of venom less than the size of the palm of his hand made Yang Long suffer a lot. The venom couldn't damage Yang Long's skin, but the strong corrosive force still burned Yang Long's skin, and even Yang Long couldn't completely remove the venom even if he tried his best, and the skin that was stained by the venom kept tingling, although it couldn't affect Yang Long's tough nerves, but it still made him very irritable.

With an irritable feeling of wanting to peel off his skin, Yang Long hurried straight to the southwest. The reason why we want to go in this direction is not a whim or a random conjecture, the trajectory of the sun, moon and stars in this world is similar to that of the previous life, and the sun still rises in the east and sets in the west.

When he fled from Stratholme, it had been more than an hour at night, and after passing through the light gate, Yang Long found that this side was only about 4-5 o'clock in the afternoon, and it was obvious that the teleportation array had gotten himself somewhere to the west. On the way to Stratholm before, Yang Long also learned that the location of Lordaeron's capital was just in the southwest of the entire Lordaeron Kingdom.

Considering the distance from Stratholme to Lordaeron, Yang Long could roughly estimate that he should have come to the Tirisfal Glade, which was somewhere west of central Lordaeron. As long as you keep going west, sooner or later you will find traces of local residents.

"I just don't know if this place has been affected by the plague" Yang Long thought with some concern, he had already experienced the horror of the plague twice, and he didn't want to experience it again if possible.

At the beginning, the plague in the nameless city caused the entire city to completely mutate, although the zombies have greatly improved their physical strength compared to their previous life, but they have lost their intelligence and cannot pose an effective threat to Yang Long at all. The so-called warlock was no threat to Yang Long, so he was naturally a little disdainful of this so-called conspiracy.

Moreover, after the life-and-death battle with Adam, Yang Long's physical strength was greatly improved, and he also regained the ability to use qi. Compared to himself who had just come out of the forest, his combat effectiveness had increased by at least ten times now. The rapid improvement of strength also made Yang Long full of confidence, and he would take the initiative to let himself fall into the encirclement in order to stimulate his potential.

Who knew that in Stratholme, the strange and powerful magical power left a deep imprint on Yang Long's heart. Although it is not clear what rank the magician named Malerki is, but considering the huge professional base of the Lordaeron Kingdom, it is presumably that such a strong person will definitely not be a minority.

Just a hasty blow almost killed Yang Long, and at the same time, Yang Long's biggest hole card, the light that can restore injuries and strengthen strength, is also starting to be useless. These various reasons made Yang Long understand that he was still very weak at present, and it was still very dangerous to face the plague and a strong professional.

Along the way, Yang Long was constantly self-reflecting while reminiscing about the previous battles. I don't know if it's because of rebirth, or because the soul occupies this body, Yang Long found that he had become impulsive, irritable and blind and arrogant compared to his previous life, although he still liked the ancient martial arts, but he began to try to rely on the mysterious white light to quickly improve his strength.

"Compared with Yang Long in the previous life, I am really a little unqualified now" Yang Long smiled a little self-deprecatingly, and pulled back the thoughts that had deviated from the right path because of various adventures before: "Gradually improving my strength is the right way!"

After summing it up, Yang Long's depressed mood was gone because his body did not get the expected recovery and strengthening. They have all been given the opportunity to hit the pinnacle of ancient martial arts again, is it necessary to try to rely on something that is completely beyond control? How can such a power that can be obtained simply be worthy of the handy hand that comes from accumulating essence bit by bit?

"The first priority now is to learn the culture of this world and integrate into this world as soon as possible, so that you will not be so passive. Thinking of that strange and inexplicable magic, Yang Long began to draw up a plan to improve his strength in his heart: "At the same time, seize the time to practice ancient martial arts, this is my foundation and my best weapon." ”

It took several hours for Yang Long to have some initial ideas and goals, and compared to walking around in a muddy manner before, Yang Long was no longer like a headless fly. Expeditions and travels are definitely going to be attempted, but without great strength, everything is delusional.

Previously, Yang Long's idea of preparing to imitate adventurers and go to the world alone to improve his strength has been overturned, and after several desperate fights for several months, Yang Long realized a truth, that is, it is impossible to survive in this world without relying on the strength of the family.

In order to kill a Beilu who only had the strength of a first-order ordinary person, Yang Long slaughtered a large group of people and finally narrowly defeated Arret. After escaping far away, he was chased and killed by Viscount Fam, if it wasn't for the breakthrough in the battle, Yang Long would have been a dead man by now. After arriving at Stratholme, under the cover of O'Neill, he escaped from the desperate situation through the teleportation array of the Rivendell family.

Unlike the monopoly in his previous life, the current Yang Long is just an insignificant member in this fantasy world, and he can't become a lone ranger like in his previous life. Only by relying on the family can you get the opportunity to survive safely and improve your strength in a world full of dangers.

"Maybe you really should go and see Lin's family?" Rubbing the necklace that was stored close to him, Yang Long was a little moved.