Siegel placed his hands on the shoulders of each of them and chanted the incantation. The power of the elements formed a vortex, steadily creating a spatial channel. He led the two of them over, and in an instant they were outside the castle.

The teleportation spell caused a reaction from the detection circle in the castle, and some runes on the walls of the tower of light lit up. The patrolling guards looked at the runes curiously, but didn't know what they meant. Only Viscount Puran frowned, looked thoughtfully at the warning, and then called the servant.

"Go to Madame Dampia and bring the monkey in the cage, and say I want it. Then he summoned his knightly attendants and said, "Let the guards assemble at the gate of the Weeping Tower." Gear up, put on an amulet, and carry out the capture mission. ”

"Do you need to ride a horse?"

"Is your brain broken in this fog?" scolded, Viscount Puran, and then said, "Let's lead the horse, maybe you can use it." ”

The three who left the dungeon landed in a farmstead and stood in a muddy field. Not far behind him, you can see the faint shadows of several towers of the castle, and the sound of bells in the distance. There was still some error in the teleportation spell, and Siegel was supposed to stop on a clean and walkable avenue, but now he was standing in the muddy water, his feet tangled in potato vines.

"Master McGonagall, can you still see the direction now?"

The female mage slowly stood up with her iron hands on her knees. She looked around with excitement, gulping in the humid air. When she saw the castle in the distance, her body couldn't help but tremble, and she hurriedly looked away.

"Did you really decide to let me go?" she asked.

"After you give me the Moonlight Moya Scroll. You can be truly free. Siegel said, "I'm going to oversee you returning what you owe to the Mage Federation." ”

"A mage who can use teleportation. Not many even in the Mage Federation. I've never seen your face like this. I've never heard of it. McGonagall said, "Who the hell are you?"

"It doesn't matter. Siegel said calmly, "Do you want to continue chatting here and wait for the bell to ring and Viscount Puran's men chase after you, or do you want to keep going?"

"Will you summon a Phantom Pony?"

Siegel took out his wand and summoned three horses. He helped McGonagall to his horse and let her lead the way. With the increase in Siegel's spell control, the Phantom Pony's strength has also increased, and the muddy ground has no effect on it now. Even the swamp won't slow it down.

Thick fog obscured the view of the trio in front of them, and black mud everywhere obscured the road. The moon and stars in the sky are hidden behind dark clouds, and it is extremely difficult to discern the way. Only those who are very familiar with the environment can find their way based on the growth of trees and the architectural features of the roadside, and others can only get lost.

With McGonagall leading the way, there was no risk of getting lost, but the fog seriously affected the speed of progress. Siegel took out the elemental rune core and summoned two qi elemental guards, allowing them to use the power of the whirlwind to forcibly blow away the dense fog around them.

The air elementals work very hard, but they report that the fog here is extremely heavy. It contains the power of magic, and it is not entirely a product of nature. The two qi elements work together. A whirlwind formed around the three of them, but it could only sweep away the space within a radius of ten meters, or ensure that there was no cover within a distance of thirty meters in front of them.

This and distance barely met the requirements of the three of them, and although the Phantom Pony could not go at full speed, it was much faster than it had been able to pace before.

The wind elemental clears the way ahead, and Siegel illuminates the surroundings with his wand. It's been a long time since the Ghost Swamp engulfed the wasteland, and no one has seen the real environment obscured by the fog.

Contrary to what everyone imagined, the swamp was not a black rotten mud, but a soft mud mixed with green moss. The moss is in the shape of a pentagonal shape, not much larger than gravel, and dotted with mud. When the horse's hooves step on it, the moss hides under the dirt as if it has its own senses.

All the vibrations would hide this strange plant, so it was only after the wind elemental blew through the fog and expanded everyone's field of vision that the moss really appeared in everyone's field of vision.

Siegel pulled out a stalk with the mage's hand and put it in front of his eyes to take a closer look. This strange thing also has some of the characteristics of a mushroom, with slender beard-like hyphae under the branches and leaves, which gently sway in the wind. It felt the vibration and tried to curl up like a frightened animal.

"Do you know what this is?" Siegel asked.

"I don't know, it's the first time I've seen it. Mage McGonagall leaned on the back of the Phantom Pony, looking at the strange creatures with a puzzled look. "The Ghost Mist Swamp is one of the subjects of my research, but I've never seen anything like it. But this dirt does look like a ghostly swamp. ”

"Isn't the swamp made of putrefining silt and black water?"

Master McGonagall shook her head, "That's the outer edge of the swamp, but the depths are different. A few times I rowed into the swamp hinterland, originally trying to find the legendary swamp monster, but found nothing. But I saw that the swamp was full of life, the soil was fertile, and if it was used to grow crops, it would have been an excellent harvest. Unfortunately, the fog always obscured the sun, and there was nothing in it except some reeds, moss, and pansies. ”

Siegel then asked, "I once encountered an expansive ghostly swamp on the cloak avenue, which seemed to be filled with terrifying things. Didn't you run into any monsters when you went in?"

"There are some fish-people and lizardmen, but they are all concentrated on the periphery and are easy to dismiss. ”

"No undead?"

McGonagall shook her head and said, "Many people say that there are ghosts or skeletons in the Ghost Swamp, but many are legends and stories, and there is no actual evidence. The undead do exist, but they have nothing to do with the Ghost Mist Swamp, at least I know that it is not because of the swamp that the undead are generated. But the outer part of the swamp does have the horror of necromancy, like the feeling of a deserted cemetery in the darkness of the night. It's like a very clear warning sign, like a warning sign that says 'Do not enter'. ”

"What's the matter with the ghosts that haunt the Moritt Wasteland? Many people say that monsters can put on the skin of their victims and make up their faces. ”

Mage McGonagall snorted. "Do you believe such a story? The monster in human skin is actually a bandit knight under Pran. Wasteland land area is decreasing. There are not enough mushrooms to sustain normal commerce. So there will be monsters attacking the caravans. Guess where all the supplies the caravan has gone?"

Siegel thought of the sumptuous food on Viscount Poulan's table, of the hospitality he offered with fine wine.

As long as the purchase price of goods is raised, it will always attract businessmen. Puran doesn't need to wipe out all the merchants, he just needs to catch the richest. It's a good idea to blame everything on the evil goblins and the terrifying swamps, and the fog always obscures the truth.

Siegel mounted his horse and clenched his fists. Lords like this are completely unqualified and live like maggots on corpses. Maybe he could barely make the people under his rule survive before the ghostly mist swamp swooped up. But now he has gradually degenerated into a robber.

Siegel pondered the question along the way to avoid ending up in the same situation himself. They advanced dozens of miles in the fog, and the swamp under their feet was already capable of drowning people's knees. However, the magically summoned Phantom Pony walked easily, only sinking into the depth of the horse's hooves.

There was another way to McGonagall's residence, but that would require a walk from the ridge and a long detour, and the mage didn't like to take a long detour, as if it were a mockery of the spell's abilities. After more than two hours of trekking, they finally reached their destination.

Master McGonagall's house is a simple two-story house made of stone and iron plates, with towering chimneys on the east and west sides of the house. One belongs to the fireplace in the kitchen and bedroom, and the other to the alchemy laboratory. It's been looted. Much of the contents of the house were thrown out, and the furniture was broken to pieces on the floor. All the doors and windows were broken, and even many of the iron plates used to reinforce the walls had been removed.

Mage McGonagall had belongings all over the floor, including clothes, food, and bottles and jars. From the outside, the house was scorched by explosions and burning, and it seemed that the people who conducted the search had also suffered a lot and had been cleaned up by various magic traps. They also saw corpses on the ground, some small farmed animals, including cats, white rats, and bats, were killed, and several stout pythons were also cut off, but only the head of the snake was seen, but the body was missing.

The entrance to the secret passage is next to the house, next to the plantation. McGonagall has some medicinal plants here, as well as a small vegetable patch. It can be seen that the original crops here are growing well, and the cabbage is large and round. But now they are all trampled by the horses' hooves, and there is nothing left.

Siegel dismounted, noticed the strangeness of the vegetable patch, squatted down and grabbed a handful. The soil here is very fertile and has a very textured texture when rubbed, which is perfect for growing crops. But the reason why the Morrit Wasteland is called a wasteland is precisely because the soil quality here is extremely poor, and it is difficult to grow crops.

Seeing Siegel's doubts, Master McGonagall explained, "This is the soil deep in the Ghost Mist Swamp, and I came back with a batch of space bags and used them in the courtyard. Come on, don't you want "Moonlight Moya Volume", I'll get it for you. ”

After saying that, she looked at her hands self-deprecatingly, the iron hood and shackles still rattling, reminding her of her crippled status. McGonagall pushed Siegel's hand away, struggled out of her horse, and stood in front of the secret door.

She recited the incantation to open the door, and the magical barrier began to work, and the ground cracked in a neat opening. A narrow stone staircase leads underground, some of which are infused with an inextinguishable flame spell that provides permanent illumination. At the end of the stairs was an iron gate, unlocked. McGonagall led Siegel down, but she forbade Moore to follow.

"It's a spell lab inside, and it's no good for a non-caster to go in. McGonagall looked at Siegel and said very firmly, "Although I don't like you either, you have at least some common sense and don't mess with what's inside." ”

Siegel nodded, leaving Moore to wait outside. "Be careful, I'll keep the qi elemental circling around here to clear my vision as much as possible. ”

"Don't worry, my lord, I'll take care of myself. (To be continued......)