In the year 1641 of the continental calendar, the afternoon sun in a remote emerald green jungle seemed lazy, and the bright light passed through the dense forest, dappled and sprinkled bright light, adding a little vitality to the dark forest depths.

The cold wind blowing from the northwest crossed the forest of giant trees and came to the vast savannah, making the verdant green sea wave with layers and undulating green waves, and a few white tuso jumping happily and smoothly among the dancing grass like swimming fish in the sea, all of which were as ethereal as the secret realm of the fairy forest and full of dreamlike colors"Southern Prairie". As long as you pass through the southern grassland, the destination of the group is "Wolong Mountain".

"According to the plan, I will try to cross the grassland in three days, and rest before reaching Wolong Mountain, this is an adventurous mission, I hope you will cheer up. Phil Pulis took a roll of maps from his backpack and spread them out on the grass, pointing to a place on the map marked with the words "Danger Unknown", and drew a circle on it. Phil Pulis is a man with long blond hair, about thirty years old, who walks calmly and competently, with a faint aura of light and a stereotypical demeanor with "holy light" hanging on at all times, indicating that he is or was a Knight of Light of the Light Temple.

"Some time ago, I heard a traveler who passed by mention that there is a huge giant haunting the Forest of Giant Trees, and the initial speculation is that it should be those giants who broke through the Wind Thunder Castle. Our mission is to find this sudden appearance of Wolong Mountain. At this, Phil's eyes sharpened.

The group quickly hit the road, and Phil drew his weapon and said to the group behind him as he quickened his pace, "Hurry up and try to reach your destination before the sun sets." Everyone looked up at the gloomy sky and knew that it would be without further ado, and without the captain's orders, they quickened their march.

Soon, the cold wind on the grassland became more and more violent with the constantly dark sky, as if a huge magic hand gradually stretched out to stop them from advancing. Although they felt the pressure of the wind increasing head-on, the pace of the group was getting more and more rapid. The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the team was constantly speeding up, but the mood was becoming more and more nervous, and all kinds of animals that had been leisurely foraging around for food were all gone.

"Captain!" came a hurried cry from Kellan, the voice not hiding the fear in it. Get out of here as fast as you can!