From that day on, the Eternal Forest often appeared in the figure of low-level demons, all of which was enough for the Night Elves to worry about, but they invisibly became Marven's best opponents. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Aite said that the best way to improve one's strength is to fight, and Aite has become brave and fearless in actual battles again and again.

Since that day, an extremely fast figure can often be seen in the Eternal Forest, often followed by several demons.

Three figures skimmed through the woods, a pine tree was trampled on, a huge pine cone fell, hovering and falling into the hands of the person below, he shook it, and threw it at the person behind him, the pine cone was like a meteorite, sliding a graceful arc from the sky, hitting the man's chest.

There was only a scream, and the man stumbled into a tree to avoid stumbling, and the squirrel stood at the treetop and looked curiously, with a bulging mouth and a pine nut in both hands.

Marven was expressionless, and at this moment he was followed by a zombie with stiff movements, he climbed onto the tree with one brake, and then climbed up against the pine tree.

Just when he reached the top, Marven grabbed the branch and shook his body vigorously, just at this time the zombie arrived, only to see his bloody mouth wide open, as if he wanted to swallow Marven alive.

Marven seized the opportunity and stepped on the zombie's face with both feet, the zombie was in pain, and went crazy, clinging to the tree like a caterpillar, and the whole tree swayed, and the plump pine cones on it fell like rain.

Marven anxiously grabbed the squirrel, then jumped down from the tree, turned over a few times in a thrilling way, and then fell into a layer of fallen leaves, he curled up until he landed on the ground, lifted the squirrel on his chest, rubbed its head, held a pine nut in his other hand, handed it to the squirrel, and then let go and pushed it out.

The zombie on the other side let out a roar and fell from the tree, waving its limbs, he was not as lucky as Marven, and there was no sound when he fell.

Although the zombie has rough skin and thick flesh, this is the lowest level of zombie, Marven is panting, his body is much stronger because of exercise and sufficient food, and he really looks like a man.

The fallen leaves under him were very soft, and the white clouds were like a ball of floating cotton, and Marven simply lay down and accepted the baptism of the sun.

Night gradually fell, and after the end of the day's work, Marven set up a tent on the spot and began to rest.

At midnight, there was a dead silence in the woods, and the cold wind penetrated through the cracks between the tents, waking up Marven who was snoring.

Marven rubbed his tired eyes, sat down outside the tent, rekindled the fire, he knew it was so cold outside, he went back to the camp to sleep, the tent built by the elves was strong and warm, and the style was very exquisite, it was simply a work of art.

"Whew~" A gust of cold wind blew without warning, and the freshly lit fire was extinguished again.

A sound of footsteps came from somewhere, and Marven followed the sound with hazy sleepy eyes.

"Is it General Hypatia?" Marven asked aloud, he didn't see half a figure, but who else could come to him here but Hypatia?

No one answered, but the footsteps grew louder and louder, more and more, and people couldn't help but feel creepy.

Marven thought of another possibility------- the Demon Race.

But all the while, he didn't see half a figure.

Realizing the seriousness of the situation, Marven quickly got up and took an arm-thick branch as a weapon.

"Who's coming out!" Marven shouted, waving the big branch in his hand a few times.

There was a strange laugh all around, this laughter was extremely high-pitched, there were women, and there were children, which made people's scalps tingle and creepy.

"Who is pretending to be a ghost, get out of here!" Marven said fiercely, but in his heart he was beating the drum, this enemy couldn't see a trace for half a day, could it be ......

"Hehe, it's so funny, what a pretending to be a ghost, we're ghosts in the first place......" A woman's voice suddenly sounded beside Marven, he looked intently, only to see a female ghost standing beside him------- her body was translucent, her face was covered by long hair, as she slowly raised her head, an extremely terrifying face appeared in front of Marven-------- a pair of white and swollen eyes on her face completely protruded, the flesh and blood on the whole face were blurred, and blood kept oozing out, oozing not only blood, but also strands of yellow liquid.

Marven resisted the urge to spit out, and ran away, but after a few steps of running, the female ghost appeared in front of him with a "brush".

Knowing that he couldn't dodge, Marven forcibly calmed down, raised the big branch in his hand, and swung it fiercely at the female ghost.

The branch seemed to cut through the female ghost's body, as if it was piercing the air, Marven was terrified, he couldn't hurt the female ghost in the slightest.

The female ghost smiled hideously, her face becoming horrified and distorted. "What a living soul!" she suddenly stretched out a pair of pale hands and grabbed Marven's neck stiffly.

Marven couldn't avoid it, he was pinched by the female ghost, he tried his best to break free from the control of those hands, however, those hands were not entities, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of the control of that force.

He already felt suffocated, and his vision gradually blurred, only to see the bloody smiling face reaching out to him.

Death, now so close to himself, Marven is not afraid of death, but he will definitely not be willing to die so inexplicably.

Fear, a fear of death gradually spread in Marven's heart, although he has experienced many life and death struggles, when he really faces death, the instinctive desire to survive is still quickly awakened, Marven's hands are still struggling in vain, he is still young, he doesn't want to die.

"I don't want to die, I want to live!" There seems to be a voice shouting in Marven's mind, Marven mustered up his courage, and punched and kicked the terrible female ghost in front of him, the female ghost laughed hideously, but increased the force, and lifted Marven's entire body into the air, after struggling for a while, Marven's body gradually lost his strength, and his already exhausted body made his resistance more and more difficult, unconsciously, the previous desire to survive gradually passed with time, what was the purpose of desperately living? Is it just to endure the suffering that this world brings to itself? What is the point of living like this...... Countless questions swept through Marven's brain like lightning, torturing his soul.

"Stop resisting, poor Xia people, this world is full of suffering, give up your life so that you will not be tortured again......" the female ghost sighed leisurely.

When Marven subconsciously looked at her, that face had turned into a girl's appearance, which was very moving, and the bloody face just now was like two people.

The big miserable eyes looked at him, their eyes were full of pain and pity, "It's not that I want to kill you, I just want you to be freed as soon as possible, your life is full of pain, this world leaves you with only suffering, and there is nothing worth worrying about." ”

The mournful words reached Marven's ears, and his heart was full of thoughts, remembering when his life was not full of pain and suffering? He was an orphan since he was a child, living a wandering life on the streets of the Morowingian Kingdom, and in a cold winter, he was arrested and locked in a dark cellar when he was starved and fainted on the streets...... He thought that his life would be spent like this, until he met Aite, this iron-blooded man with excellent martial arts, who treated him like a brother...... However, he is gone, and all his former companions are no longer alive, but he has survived...... But what else in this world is there for him to care about......

Marven gave up the struggle and muttered to himself, "Yes, the world has left me with only suffering......"

However, in the depths of his mind at this moment, another voice seemed to keep saying, "...... This is our ...... Only...... Hopefully......"

"Hope...... What ......?" a thought passed through his mind, and before he could think about it, a terrifying force came, and the air in his lungs was compressed, and his consciousness began to blur......

"Stop!" a cold shout suddenly sounded, and a green shadow swept through the air.

Marven's whole body suddenly lit up with a soft white light, and then, the female ghost screamed and immediately let go.

Marven was tossed aside and coughed violently.

"What this world has left me with is not only suffering, but also hope!" Marven crawled towards the green figure with his hands and feet, and there was only one thought left in his heart-------- to pursue and embrace the only hope in his life.

Dressed in a green robe, Hypatia walked slowly forward, her body radiating a soft and warm light, illuminating the dark and gloomy land.

Between the dark heaven and the earth, she seemed to be the only light.

"The ghosts of the ghost clan, come out!" Hipatia frowned, and between her pretty eyes, the murderous intent was revealed.

"Ha~ha~ha~!elves who don't know whether they are alive or dead!Today is your time of death, and your soul will be torn apart by all of us!" The female ghost let out a burst of miserable laughter, and her face turned the terrifying blood color of before.

With a terrible scream, dozens of figures appeared around her, they floated in mid-air, there were men and women, children and old people, but without exception, their figures were all translucent, and their faces were hideous and terrifying. Together, they let out a breathtaking scream and lunged at Hypatia.

"I can't help myself!" Hypatia snorted coldly, she stretched out her right hand, and a purple flame suddenly lit up in the white and smooth palm, and the light of the fire illuminated her beautiful figure, and in the night, Hypatia was like a holy goddess.

"Huh~" As soon as he raised his hand, the sky and the earth changed color, and the purple firelight shot out towards the surrounding ghosts with a fierce killing aura. The firelight in the sky lit up the entire night sky.

The ghosts in mid-air let out a frightened scream, and they began to flee in all directions.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, purple flames ignited on the ghosts' bodies, and the flames burned more and more, engulfing the void bodies in an instant.

The dozens of ghosts completely lost their arrogance just now, just kept wailing in mid-air, Hipatia lightly opened her red lips, chanting the ancient elven incantation, and dozens of ghosts all turned into nothingness after a dying struggle.

Marven sat on the ground, looking at the scene in front of him, completely stunned, for a long time, he looked up at Hypatia, "They...... What the hell is ......?"

Hypatia's face flushed at some point, she gritted her teeth, and whispered, "You...... Let go!"

Marven was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly it turned out that when he crawled over just now, he was so frightened that he hugged Hipatia's white and slender thighs.

Marven quickly let go, quickly got up from the ground, bowed his head and said, "General Hypatia...... I ......" for a moment, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Hypatia said: "They are the ghosts of the ghost clan, they enhance their cultivation by confusing and devouring the souls of the living, physical attacks have no effect on them at all, only magic and the sword that turns into a fighting spirit can harm them." ”

She crossed her arms and stared at Marven with a worried face, "You were robbed of your heart by that powerful ghost just now, and you almost lost the idea of survival." ”

"Remember, no matter what happens, you must live tenaciously, live to have hope, and live to complete the mission you have carried......" Hipatia's white hand placed on Marven's shoulder and solemnly admonished.

Marven subconsciously touched the coin in his pocket after hearing this, and Aite's figure appeared in front of him again, and he immediately regretted the idea of giving up his life, if he really died like this, what face would he have to face this brother who had life and death for him?

Hypatia paused and said coldly: "After the Demon Realm Seal weakened, the Eternal Forest has not been very peaceful recently, and you must not leave the camp too far in the future without my permission!"

"yes, I see. Marven nodded, but there was an inexplicable feeling in his heart. Although this elven general looks cold, he cares about himself in private.

Hypatia's worries are not unreasonable, although the Eternal Forest is still calm, and there are some low-level demons, but maybe one day, high-level demons will appear, and Marven will be the fat on their lips at that time.

Marven later learned that this ghost clan was also a branch of the demon clan, and since there was no entity, their whereabouts were erratic, and they had passed through the seal a long time ago.

However, although they were the first to pass through the seal, the harm they caused was far less than that of the later Bloods.

In addition to their own low-key behavior and rarely make shots, the more important reason is their own weakness.

While Wraiths are immune to most physical damage, they are inherently incapable of resisting magic.

As a result, Hypatia used a simple fire-based magic ------ spontaneous combustion to defeat countless ghosts.

Magic, after seeing the power of magic, Marven couldn't help but be curious about this magical skill.