As the days grew westward, the forests were of a scale befitting their appearance, so much so that Curt and Lizzie did not step out of the woodland for a whole day in a fixed direction.

The sky was cloudy, and the distant sky still had the last glimmer of twilight, but it couldn't illuminate the space in the gap. The pass in the cliff casts an insignificant afterglow on the forest, which only makes the expanding darkness more pronounced, and the dense forest overgrown with grotesque plants becomes darker.

The heavy rain that lasted for almost a month finally stopped, but the heavy clouds did not completely disperse, and the sky was still covered with iron and lead clouds. There is no starlight or moon, and it is difficult to tell the exact direction - only the valley that winds its way forward is guiding the way.

As soon as it was almost completely dark, the woods were out of reach, and the thick fog that spread around them further blocked their vision, reducing their eyes to ornamentation. At this moment, the forest, the cavern, became another labyrinth, and dangers lurked everywhere.

"It's foggy—probably the biggest I've ever seen."

Curt looked at the increasingly dense white vapor around him and couldn't help but sigh: "But what's going on, is it the effect of some kind of spell? Even if it rains for so many days and the temperature is low enough, it's not easy to create such a thick fog." ”

Curt tried to touch the approaching mist with his hand, but was unsuccessful - they deftly avoided his outstretched hand like living creatures, and then continued to pour in from other directions. Seeing the white mist approaching again, Curt gently dispersed the approaching mist with a wave of his hand.

The walls of the dense fog trapped the two men, and the white that rose from the surrounding land shrouded them. Curt had seen heavy clouds a few times before. But compared to this solid wall of fog, it was nothing in between, and the mist sticking out of the darkness shrouded it.

"It doesn't look like it. Although the magic is abundant, there is no sign of being charged," Lizzie replied in a low voice. At this time, she was observing the sudden thick fog, as if trying to find some clues from it, "but it's a little strange, these fogs are obviously not normal." ”

Before she could finish speaking, there was already a finger-sized crystal in her hand, and the bright red light was so dazzling that Curt could tell at a glance that it was the material he had picked up from the stronghold. With a slight hook of Liqi's fingers, several blood-red rays of light were woven into a petal-shaped Rubik's Cube, and the sharp crystals in the center popped out in Liqi's hands. It left a clear scratch in the mist.

Ping!

A crisp sound came, and the bright red crystals burst in the air, and the crystals that had broken into dust were scattered everywhere and scattered into the mist. Through the scattered red glimmers, Curt saw that there was nothing in the thick fog, only the spreading red mist.

The trajectory of what should have been elusive magic was revealed, and in a burst of diffuse red light, the circulating magic left its mark in the dark space like a tide of blood. And their appearance is indeed as Lizzie said, and this disordered rhythm is obviously not the result of human control.

He felt that the woman on his back might know the answer. Because she's also a member of the True Eye. The group established the stronghold and for some unknown purpose cultivated a grove of spirit-bound creatures - only to be completely crushed by enemy attacks from behind.

Could it be that he was too suspicious?, Curt glanced at the scene that Lizzie had created with a spell, and then turned his attention back to finding the way.

The undulating slopes, the mud that absorbs a lot of water, and the blades of grass that are sharp like swords and halberds are covered in these natural traps. I could vaguely smell the smell of a rotting corpse, and I didn't know if the source was a beast that had strayed into this place or a victim who had been hastily buried here.

Perhaps there is one of the simplest and right paths hidden in the vast woodlands. But the only person who knew about it was now in a coma. As a last resort, Curt had no choice but to choose the shortest distance theoretically possible, and reluctantly carved a trail along the direction of the canyon extension.

"Watch your step. Don't rush to keep up with me. Curt, with the female archer on his back, walked ahead, barely making his way through the grass taller than himself. "You see, there's a deep pit in my location. These blades of grass are also quite sharp, so watch carefully as you advance to avoid getting hurt. ”

He strode over a caving crater, then shook his head over the protruding branches, and finally turned to Lizzie behind him to explain the road. Beneath the layers of fog, Lizzie was left with only a looming shadow, staggering not far behind Curt.

The darkness was so deep that when the last bit of daylight disappeared into the distance, it was even impossible to tell what was in front of you. If it weren't for Lizzie's spell to dispel some of the darkness, they would be no different from blind people now.

The clouds made the dark forest seem foggy, and even the discomfort Curt had felt before seemed to become more vivid in the haze.

Suddenly, a cold wind swept over his shoulder, as if someone had touched his body lightly - and of course, Lizzie did not do so. Two or three paces away, she lit a flower-like light, and the cold-glowing creature illuminated her face clearly.

He pushed aside a clump of weeds blocking his eyes, looked back at the girl behind him and said, "Lizzie, you should be able to see how many spirits are around us, although they have no effect on us, but even I can feel it, is this number too exaggerated?" ”

In most popular folk tales, spirits often play the role of terrifying horrors, haunting eerie environments. But those who know them know that these weak beings are incapable of touching objects, let alone affecting living things.

Conversely, if the surrounding environment is disturbed by the existence of the spirits, the nearby spirits may have hoarded the terrifying Cheng dù. Although Curt had expected to be surrounded by spirits before entering the forest, he could guess that it was their effect when he felt a gust of wind blowing around him.

However, this result may also be due to Lizzie's "credit", because she uses the knife in her hand to open all the trees in sight. A large amount of cold air erupted from the crooked trees, and the fog that swirled around them was shaken in the air current.

Bound souls poured out of their nests, dancing outside the cages where they had once been imprisoned, celebrating their rare freedom. Curt was a little curious about how this scene played out in Lizzie's eyes, but looking at her tightly furrowed brow, he immediately dispelled this curiosity.

"Curt, wait a minute, get this way. ”

Just as he was about to cut off the next tuft of weeds in front of him, Lizzie suddenly grabbed his hand and led it to a field overgrown with weeds. She silently observed the grass ahead for a moment, then threw a fist-sized rock forward with all her might.

The stone was only a medium, and when it flew halfway, the ancient words that had been engraved on it flashed with a dim glow. In an instant, a storm of sharp blades erupted in the calm air, cutting off all the weeds around it.

A terrible sound rang out, echoing behind the layers of mist, and as the terrifying sound continued to pass, Curt felt all the fog boil. The madness that binds the land seeps out through the mist of the forest, frantically shouting to tear the sacrifices to pieces.

"It's hilarious—I wish they had shut up. ”

Lizzie, who had awakened the massiveness of madness, muttered unhappily, but Curt could tell that she didn't pay any attention to the stirring mist. She may just see them as an observable phenomenon, watching all the changes that are happening around her.

Frenzy spirits burst out of the ground, weaving endless pain and despair into a noisy scream, playing grotesque movements that drive madness. Curt's brow furrowed, he had never felt anything like this, and Lizzie, who was more sensitive to these stimuli, did not take them seriously at all, but just observed in silence.

The surrounding clouds were still boiling, as if to convey the anger in the hearts of those spirits to the two of them. The road ahead was torn apart by the manic air, and the storm in front of it destroyed the thick clouds and mist along with the blocking vegetation, revealing the scenery on the other side.

It looks like it's a road in disrepair, and weeds have grown in the cracks of the stone bricks piled up on the ground. A large withered tree grew beside the road, and the trunk of the tree, which looked like a distorted human face, had been blasted out of a small hole by the spell thrown by Lizzie, and some unsightly fluid was flowing out of the wound.

Beside the scattered bricks, you can see bright blue flames churning on several high platforms, like a beacon standing in the darkness. The high platforms that lit the flames were nowhere else, and they were placed on either side of the masonry floor, connecting a rudimentary path.

For some reason, the restless clouds and mist have consciously or unconsciously avoided the path illuminated by the blue firelight, so that in the endless darkness, there is only one path that can be considered a bright one. Curt had a feeling that these flames, which were almost the only references, were calling them to that path.

"Hurry up, only the roads are safe. Lizzie gently took Curt's hand and led him to an ancient road that seemed to have been left over from the Middle Ages, "They told me that I could escape by following this path, or I might be torn apart by something lurking in the mist." ”

Lizzie looked thoughtful, and Curt didn't have to ask to know what the "they" meant in her words. Spirits rarely lie, but most of them can only whisper from the remnants of their thoughts—and how to extract something meaningful from this vast amount of information is a troublesome task.

And Lizzie found the way from the whispers of the spirits around her, and it zigzagged into the distance, perhaps indeed leading beyond the canyon. (To be continued......)