The gray sky, it seems, never changes, there is no day, no night, no sun, and no clouds. In it, you may not feel anything for a short time, but after a long time, it will gradually make people anxious.

Under such a sky, a group of men and horses continued to advance on the gray Gobi, except for stopping every few hours to eat and rest, and the rest of the time was spent on the road, so that everyone was tired and restless.

In the group, Leo rode on the back of a gray-horned ox, and his feelings remained steady, but the unpleasant smell of the time and place had almost made his nose feel numb.

The Greyhorn Ox is a protocracy in the Shadow Realm, similar in appearance to the Split-Hoofed Cow in the main material realm, with a broad back, docile temperament, and not slow speed, and especially adapted to the environment of the Shadow Realm, it is the best mount here. But the only regret is that their skin secretes an oil with a faint, lingering odor.

Four days ago, Leo and Parkinson returned to the station, and waited another whole day before several others woke up. Then, led by two members of the Deep Order, they left the Heart of Shadows and set out on their way to the ruins.

As of now, although there is no sunrise and sunset, it is impossible to accurately judge the time, but according to the professor's time statistics, they have now walked for three full days, and the surrounding scene has changed a lot.

Out of the dark heart is a gray forest, where protists and other adventurers can be faintly seen. According to the two members of the Deep Soul, this forest is a vast area that produces many precious materials and creatures unique to the Shadow Realm, and is the favorite place for adventurers who have just arrived here. However, the Deep Organizations generally do not operate here, and will choose more sinister places in order to obtain more lucrative rewards.

Many of the adventurers encountered on the way cast malicious glances, but fortunately, Leo's team consisted of nine people. In terms of numbers, it seems that the strength is okay, and the deep organization has a certain reputation here, so there is no danger in all, but several people still remain vigilant. After all, there is a lack of moral restraint here, and as long as the murder and robbery are done cleanly, no one will pursue it.

After a day's walk through the forest, the two members of the Deep Order carefully confirmed that they were not being followed, and then the team shifted direction and entered a Gobi Desert. There are almost no adventurers here, and even the flora and fauna have become extremely rare.

Parkinson gave a hache and asked, "Linton, how far is it, I feel like I'm going to die." ”

"Fatty, if you hold on any longer, you'll be there. Once you're at the forward base, you'll be able to have a good meal before taking a hot shower. A middle-aged man at the front replied with a smile.

This man is one of the two guides of the Deep Order, a Level 5 Wanderer. Because Parkinson's will be human. And this guide is also relatively cheerful, so they get along well. The other guide, on the other hand, was very reticent and barely spoke along the way.

Parkinson was about to say something more, but Linton suddenly waved to the left.

Several people looked over there. It turned out that at the edge of the horizon, a group of figures was gradually emerging, but instead of approaching, they continued to move forward.

Meet those people. Parkinson couldn't help but get nervous and asked in a low voice, "...... are they?"

Linton replied quietly, "The other teams that want to enter the ruins should have come from the Lightsless City. ”

Parkinson frowned. He asked again, "Can you tell me how many teams there are?"

Linton glanced at the other guide, hesitated for a moment, and replied, "I said there were three of them before, but it seems that there are quite a few more teams coming." The previous teams have gained well, but the losses are not small, anyway, I think it's basically a loss. I don't understand, you have these nice newcomers, why don't you train them well, but you have to be sent to this weird place to suffer? Cultivating newcomers shouldn't be the same way. ”

Parkinson smiled bitterly and said, "Actually, I don't know, we just work for people." ”

"But this time it's all children, with your strength and experience, as long as you are careful, there should be no problem. Linton reassured. On the road before, he had encountered several small situations, which were finally solved by Parkinson's who took the initiative to express his position, so Linton was very aware of his strength and was willing to make this friend.

"Do you know where those people came from?" Parkinson smiled, and in the blink of an eye, a pure magic crystal had arrived in the other party's hand.

Linton squinted his eyes imperceptibly, and saw that his companion walking on the other side did not pay attention to him, but he pushed the crystal back, and then said: "Brother, you are welcome, in fact, I don't know the specific situation, but I heard from a few friends that a few student mages of St. Lauren entered before." ”

"Student mage?" Parkinson looked back at Kou thoughtfully.

Meanwhile, Leo, who overheard their conversation, was looking at the group in the distance. With the special effect of the "Magical Journey" glasses, he could clearly distinguish the faces of several people over there.

In addition to the two who were obviously guides, there were five other people, one of whom was a middle-aged man, and the remaining four, two men and two women, all of whom looked very young, definitely not more than twenty years old.

Looking at their clothing movements, Leo thought about it for a moment, and then exuded his spiritual power. It was far away, and he wasn't worried about being discovered, but he just didn't know if the professor would be able to check out the results he needed.

After a few minutes, the information returned, although the professor suggested that the information could be very inaccurate and of little reference value. Still, Leo found some clues.

Of these four young people, none of them have reached the benchmark coefficient in strength, they are definitely all mages, and they should be mages who are still studying in school.

The shadow realm is the back of the main material realm, and the entire main material realm can travel here, so Leo can't judge the origin of those young people at all, but this does not prevent him from wondering if Dalaran has some other purpose for letting himself and the wiki come here.

"Looks like we're going to have to find a chance to ventilate Wikipedic. Leo secretly made up his mind.

An hour later, there was finally some life on the desolate Gobi, a wisp of cooking smoke at the end of the horizon, indicating that the next person should be able to eat a hot meal.

The originally demoralized team immediately regained its strength, and even the guide of the deep organization, who had not made any movement, showed a rare smile, and the speed of the entire team quickly increased. (To be continued......)