This "Black Forest" is not so different from other forests in the Plains of the Goddess near the plateau, and the fundamental reason for its name is that it snows a little more often here than in other places, and after the snowfall, the trees take on a strange dark color.

It's like countless black wooden poles standing on a white background.

The woods are often silent in winter, and both ordinary beasts and intelligent magical creatures often choose to stay in their nests to rest, but the war that began in winter has disturbed their sleep.

From the moment he stepped into the forest, he had seen the footprints of many animals, most likely awakened by the constant artillery fire from both sides, and some experienced soldiers even pointed out that there were some dangerous "walking spiders" active in the forest.

This magical creature the size of an adult is the overlord of many forests.

The reason for the soldiers' judgment was that they had found many traces of the short-tailed wolf in the dense forest, a beast with highly venomous fangs, which was the most enthusiastic prey of the walking spider, and if there were large groups of short-tailed wolves in an area, there would inevitably be a nest of the walking spider.

After receiving this information, the hunting regiment immediately contracted, and even the volunteer squads scattered around the area slowed down slightly, so as not to lose touch with the larger force.

If, in the course of a war, a soldier does not die in the path of the charge or under enemy fire, but is preyed upon by magical beasts while marching, it will definitely become a lifelong shame, and this concept is very prominent in a special unit like the hunting regiment.

After all, this kind of team originated from the mountain hunters of the Lowe Plateau.

To this day, there are many people here who are former hunters of the Black Nest Mountains, or descendants of hunters, and there are even a small number of mountain elves, who are very popular among the hunting regiments, and entering the jungle is no different from returning home.

And this kind of marching is quite torturous for some people.

Xiuge was in a good state, although he didn't have much memory of the march in the woodland after the snow in his mind, but with his abundant magic and physical strength, as well as the knowledge of the soldiers around him, he quickly adapted to this rhythm of marching.

However, there were also many people in the team who felt great pain for this high-intensity march.

The current force is in a state of magical silence, at which point almost all magical rituals and rituals are completely disabled.

In this case, a mage scholar like Wei Lin was able to use magic to maintain his own state, and although he was tired and exhausted, he could barely keep up with the team.

But for the young alchemists, this process of marching in the snow was very torturous.

They had to rely on the potions they had in the hunting regiment to maintain their strength and body temperature, and they struggled to advance with the help of experienced hunter medics.

Hug saw Meyer, who at all times looked like a stone statue moving steadily.

….

As a native of Saint-Steele born in the North, he was no stranger to cold winters and low temperatures, so the intensity of such a march was acceptable for him.

Therefore, he even took the initiative to help two weaker students carry their suits, and the increase in weight made his steps more steady.

After about two hours into the woods, the reconnaissance team rotated.

People are finally getting a break.

From the map, this black forest is not big at all, and it is not worth mentioning compared to the dense forests in the Black Nest Mountains, but when people walk into it, they can still feel their own insignificance.

In this environment, the power from the "Walking Forest" in Shug became more active, and he even felt as if the trees around him were whispering to him, trying to share his meager life force and magic with him.

It was a very peculiar feeling, as if he had stepped into a huge strange family, and one

The tone was welcomed by everyone.

This strange feeling reminded him of the astonishing "charisma" of the Running Rats in front of the weak rats.

It's just that now, the power of the "walking forest" in his body is obviously not enough to reach that threshold, and these plants are just expressing some "friendly" emotions to themselves, and they have not risen to the point of obeying the call at all.

In the silent state of magic, if you want to maintain your spirit and body temperature, you must rely on food.

A Chasseur soldier took out something and handed it to Xiuge.

On his cuffs, Xiuge saw the silver thin line logo belonging to the three-clawed falcon, apparently this was one of the members of the hunting regiment that Lao Zeke arranged to "take care of" himself, and in the face of the kindness of others, Xiuge did not refuse, he nodded and reached out to take it.

This is a very popular snack in the Kingdom of Waterl, with a funny name called "Goblin Mobra Candy", and a goblin wearing a huge top hat and an exaggerated smile is printed on the wrapper.

Its properties are somewhat similar to the "chocolate" that Schug is familiar with.

However, the food is made up of nuts, syrup, and several magical botanical ingredients used to brew refreshing drinks.

Xiuge has tasted it twice before, and only thinks that this thing is so sweet that most people will not eat it, only children who are particularly fond of sweets will be extremely partial to it, but in the current environment, no one will refuse the sweet taste it brings.

Xiuge didn't need any extra strength, so he broke the candy into equal pieces, and stuffed one of the smaller pieces into his mouth, and divided the rest between Meyer and Verin.

When the temperature in your mouth softens the cold sugar cubes, the sweet and greasy taste ensues.

Wei Lin likes sweets, and under the stimulation of the taste of candy, her eyebrows and eyes that were originally twisted together gradually relaxed, however, looking at the soldiers around her who are trying to relax their limbs and replenish their calories, Wei Lin sighed a little helplessly.

As a mage who is accustomed to using magic to bring all kinds of conveniences to himself, this situation is particularly painful.

….

However, this is a must for any army that needs to carry out infiltration tasks.

Generally speaking, during the Silent March, any form of spell casting is a challenge to Waterl's strict military discipline unless something unexpected happens.

Shuge's rest didn't last long, because it wasn't long before someone walked in their direction.

"Huh?"

Shug's eyebrows lifted for he saw that they were several people tied up.

It looked like the captives captured by the advance party in the forest, dressed in heavy overcoats and wearing hunters' felt hats with a long bird feather stuck in them—a custom among the hunters of the plains.

They believe that the colorful bird feathers on their hats bring good luck.

Escorted by the soldiers of the Chasers, the Teresan hunters were brought to Verin and the others, and the officer saluted, and then he deliberately explained in Waterl, "We have captured a few Teresan who look like hunters who live near this forest...... It's just that these plains don't seem to know a few lingua franca, so I'll have to bring them here."

Wei Lin swallowed the candy in her mouth, and then wondered, "But we are marching silently, and the Psychic Interrogation cannot be carried out either."

"Ah, we know that."

The officer smiled, and then he said to Mayer, "The major said that you can speak more Chinese, so we hope you can help translate."

"Yes."

Meyer nodded, and then he stood up and came to the cowering Teresa hunters, who soon began to speak fluent Teresa.

During this process, Xiuge had been closely observing the demeanor of these hunters.

He noticed that the Tereans seemed terrified and frightened, and that they were the object of their fear

It wasn't the soldiers around them, and as the conversation progressed, Shug even saw one of them nervously looking at the trees around them, as if they were worried that something would come out.

Soon, Professor Mayer was able to get the information the hunting regiment needed.

"They are hunters from the Black Forest and come here every winter for a special hunt...... They hunt mainly walking spiders."

"They?"

The people around were a little surprised, because the Wandering Spider had always been a dangerous magical creature marked by the Law Committee, and in the perception of ordinary people, it was definitely not something that a few or a dozen hunters could hunt.

"Yes, they know the habits of walking spiders, so they usually choose to hunt in winter...... Once you find the nest of the walking spider, you use the domesticated short-tailed wolf as bait to lure it into a trap and kill it with an alchemy bomb."

"These hunters say they've been doing this for decades, and the Laws Council often asks them to buy these magical materials and pay them a high price," Meyer said.

Xiuge raised his chin, "So this time, they had an accident?"

"Yes, there was an accident."

Mayer nodded: "These hunters said that they originally planned to complete this year's hunt before the war had completely spread here, but after entering the forest, they found that the nest of the wood-piercing spider was empty, and when they were about to leave, they were attacked by the spider and several people died."

….

Mayer frowned, "They said it wasn't a spider anymore, I don't know what it was."

Hearing this, Shug and Wei Lin glanced at each other.

Both of them were now very sensitive to this description, so for the first time, they thought of the Black Sun Society and the Descendants of the Abyss who might have escaped from the city of Seren.

No one knows if that monster will incorporate other magical creatures or ordinary animals into its recipes.

Wei Lin turned her head sideways and whispered in Xiuge's ear, "Although this place is far from Seren, do you think it's possible......

"It's unlikely, but it's not impossible."

"Maybe it's because the sound of artillery fire woke the wood-piercing spider from hibernation early?"

"I hope so."

As he observed the hunters, Hug said, "They all seem to be frightened, they are not in the right state, what they say is probably true, as people who have hunted through the forest spiders so many times, they must not be mistaken."

Unlike the end point of the two of Xiug, the officer was more about the garrison and security in the town of the Black Forest, so under his questioning, the hunters could only cringe and tell what they knew - the garrison of the town has not changed much recently, and it has always been the Black Forest Infantry Regiment of the Kingdom of Deland.

The hunters also mentioned that in the fortress next to it, there was also a temporary branch set up by the Law Committee, and they also specifically emphasized that there were many mages there, and there were also crystallization cannons!

It sounded as if these simple Teresan were trying to use this to intimidate and warn the enemies from the plateau that they would abandon their plans to attack the town.

However, of course, the Fifth Chasseur Regiment didn't care about this, after getting the exact information, the members of the Chasseur Regiment were more confident, as soldiers of the Wattel Kingdom, they were very confident that they would have an absolute upper hand in a battle of this scale.

As for the "terrible beasts" mentioned by the hunters, they were ignored by the officers, who saw no beast as good as the revolver rifle in their hands.

Of course, this news was still learned by Mage Krautz, so he immediately responded with Alfred, further shrinking the team, and releasing several additional scout teams containing mountain elf soldiers to ensure that there would be no leakage of nearby and alert.

The soldiers of Wattle were proud, and instead of killing the hapless Teresa hunters, they simply included them as captives, and Professor Meyer saw an opportunity, so he relied on his language superiority to try to comfort the hunters while constantly questioning them Teresa

Man's views and perspectives on the face of this war.

The Black Forest is still silent.

In the distance, the howls of short-tailed wolves in the jungle could be faintly heard, and their cries sounded very short, giving people an inexplicable sense of panic.

The cold wind blew between the trees, sending the howl of the wolf into the distance.

Inside the metal disc, the Abyssal Hound, which had been resting on its prostrates, lifted its body slightly, its mouth open, its sharp fangs and those strange tentacles twisted slightly, as if tasting the flow of magic, and the red pupils that had been closed on both sides of its skull suddenly emitted a faint light.

At the same time, the running rat, which had been sleeping all this time, suddenly rolled over.

It didn't wake up, but its nose twitched instinctively.

They all smell a scent.

A scent that is somewhere between the hunter and the prey.

The black sun hangs high.

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