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For the jungle that stretches for thousands of miles southwest of the Western Feudal Land, forming the natural border of the Kingdom of Tuminis, whether it is the Forest of Whispers or the Forest of the Lost, it is just a convenient and conventional saying, and the one that really belongs to it has long been forgotten in the slow passage of time since ancient times. (To read the latest chapters of this book, please visit the biquge.info of Wèn Aishang Novel Network)

And on the map of the kingdom, its official name is Mordoga...... In the Egartu language a thousand years ago, the word meant suddenly.

I have to say that this is indeed rudimentary, but apt - this jungle that borders the wasteland appeared so suddenly, there is not even any buffer on the connection. From the wasteland inhabited only by the fluffy grass, into the vast expanse that covers the sky, it takes only a few dozen feet, a shallow and slow river, to separate the yellow-brown from the thick green, sharp.

Dense forests, sparkling rivers, and vast wastelands form a wonderful, yet completely unnatural landscape beneath the sky.

Amazing.

Well, or rather, such admiration can only come from the lips of those who look at this green from afar. When you are in it, one foot deep and one foot shallow, after walking for three days, the change of mood will make people feel the coolness and hostility of the emptiness, the vast forest sea has never been a generous and friendly host, and will allow humans to approach his arms......

Thick green and gray, densely enveloped in all directions, stacked into the deepest landscape in the field of vision, in the shadow of the black tree trunks far and near, the light penetrated through the occasional gap between the leaves, dyeing the surrounding area a new green, and also setting off the almost inky black of the rest of the place. The dust rises and falls under this occasional light, the spots of light fall on the knotted roots of the trees, the large and small green puddles spread out on the ground, the ancient wells have no waves, and occasionally a small bubble swells from them, only to ripple.

Light and darkness intertwine, outlining a quiet and bizarre scene.

But the danger is in every place that is visible and invisible.

The dense canopy of the trees was filled with huge cobwebs and fist-sized cocoons, and lepidopteran and myriapod insects clinged to the trunks of the trees in the dark. Quietly fighting for their lives, and they never mind using their innate weapons to let the uninvited guests who venture into this world learn the impermanence of life - there are at least a few or even dozens of them, which can easily break through ordinary alchemy anti-poison potions, and they will not even have time to pour the potion......

The soft soil on the ground may be the camouflage of countless years of fallen leaves. Beneath it lurks a bottomless quagmire, waiting like a resentful woman, leaving every unlucky traveler in their cold embrace.

And for those who are trying to carve out a path of entry...... The perpetually hungry predators of the jungle, and the scavenging beasts, may be the most welcoming of their deposits.

Here it is equally harsh even for those who have mastered the power of the unnatural...... Whether it's a mage. Priests, warlocks, or bards all take the risk of failing to cast spells in this vast green prison, and it is even rumored that those who are incompetent and still try to show off their abilities here will be punished by the magic web—shattered to pieces or charred, in short, the energy of magic will make them pay a proper price.

All the disadvantages are added together, and this vast forest has become one of the fourteen most mysterious secret realms on the entire continent. Every year the adventurers who disappear here can almost arm the garrison of a small city.

It is as if the trees have absorbed all the sounds, and sleep silently from the forest. But in an instant, the silence that had lasted for so long was broken by a crisp click, and a sharp sword reached out from the dense woods, breaking a dense clump of branches, allowing the sound to enter the original silence.

The light was outlining the young shadow that came out behind the bushes.

Edward moved his arm slightly, and looked around, the golden sunlight reflected in his pupils a forest emptiness, and the leafless canopy of a few dead tall trees made a small space in the forest much brighter, and the sky that had not been seen for a long time glowed with a dusk golden light behind those bare branches, and the wind that slipped into the space also swept away the disgusting damp rancid stench.

He let out a long sigh of relief, and then pursed his lips and let out a sharp whistle.

The few days of trekking had already made the young hunter feel tired.

Walking in a straight line in one direction is not the way burrowing bears are accustomed to it, and when the vague foothold is not clear from nothing, and sometimes they have to rely on their intuition, the most seasoned burrowing bear also feels inexperienced, and the ground is covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves, and gravel, broken branches, thick roots and tangled vines make the advance an extremely tiring exercise.

The speed of progress has been reduced to the lowest level, and what is even more exhausting is the tense and oppressive atmosphere that envelops the entire team. It was clear to everyone that they hadn't encountered any decent opponents along the way, but it wasn't just because the monsters were afraid of their size, they had been passing by the edge of the territory of the powerful monsters and trying not to provoke them.

Of course, everyone here does not include the core of the four people on the team.

......

The mercenaries began to be happily busy,

The woodland, which has died due to changes in the landscape, is the only gift of this forest to the cave bears who live in the Whispering Forest, where the soil is often dry, and the dry trees can build bonfires, and will not become a place of attention for beasts or monsters, enough to comfort every pair of feet that have trudged in the mud for a long time, and every heart that has been nervous for a long time.

Setting up tents, campfires and stoves is the job of the burrowing bears. For the core of the team, the team of four, there was no need for it - the mage had a magical little tent that saved them all the trouble, so while the mercenaries were busy, their employers only had to sit on the sidelines in a dry place.

The gaze of the paladin has been lingering on the young hunter.

Having left Poplar, Edward was no longer the young waiter, though he still looked very ordinary.

More than five feet tall, some of them were wearing leather armor, linen shirts and trousers, long boots under their feet, and swords hanging casually from their waists. It's not very noticeable among the mercenaries.

In fact, all these things on his body are the same as his people, and if you look closely, you will find a lot of strange things—the swarthy scabbard is a little shorter and wider than the standard longsword often used by mercenaries, but it is a few inches longer than the ordinary broadsword. Or perhaps because of the quiver behind him, which was not full of spare weapons like the others, on the wide belt from which he hung his scabbard, but only two daggers, which were also strange, and the sheaths were very narrow and bulging, and were more like two steel cones than the blades encased in them.

Or the only thing that stood out was the armor and clothes on his body, all of which had some strange colors - patches of gray, green, and black randomly smeared on the surface in strange patches of different sizes and shapes.

But in the middle of the woodland...... This color becomes extraordinarily unobtrusive.

As soon as he left the crowd, the patches of color on the surface of his body blended with his surroundings in a strange way, and while the paladin could read a book, there was no trace of magic on it, but when the figure approached a bush or a shadow, it would blur there—the variegated patches that blended his figure into the environment.

When shuttling through the jungle, this young man is no longer the smiling waiter who introduces them to food and wine, nor is he the brat who is full of money and rhetoric - the words of the former halfling may have a special prejudice, fear or message, but it must be admitted that this young imp ...... No, it should be a young hunter, and he does have an aura that surpasses all the mercenaries around him......

What it was, I can't say — it's just a reassurance that he seems to be able to do things that most people can't. Especially when the eyes meet, you can notice his eyes—they have faded away from the shyness and childishness of a young man, and the eyes that scan the surroundings are so sharp, as if they can penetrate people's hearts when they meet.

As a result, the feeling he gave people became more and more mysterious. But it's not inaccessible.

The paladin shook his head slightly.

Or, the slender black boy who was smiling all the time made everyone feel bad - not only because of the satisfactory and thoughtful service, the sunny smile, but also because of the reminder of their money bags, which is one of the few kindnesses encountered after entering this area...... The holy warrior did not deny that he instinctively had some affection for him...... However, people who have a good impression of themselves will always subconsciously put their own concepts of good and evil on each other.

So when that good feeling suddenly dissipated, the disgust that rose in his heart for this person was extremely strong......

......

Edward's gaze lingered on those employers.

Two days may not be a long time, but it was enough for him to discover a lot of interesting things—for example, the fact that the four-man team had been silent and shadow-like was probably not a living thing—and that was enough to explain why the guy hadn't ordered food or even spoken a word in the inn.

It is not the explanation of a living creature in this world, it is naturally an undead, but in front of a paladin, especially the paladin of Lansendel, it is obviously impossible to tolerate such a filthy creature.

The only explanation, then, is for the constructed creature.

These things are unique to this world, and from what Edward learned from the half-pitched spellcasters in the mercenaries, they should be somewhat similar to the mechanical beings in his memory. It's just that what drives them is the power of the world's omnipresent magic, because the power of this kind of thing is almost on par with those things in science fiction works, or even far surpasses them.

This realization shook Edward's heart.

Among the mercenaries, there are also many shaves who can cast a little magic, such as those bards who communicate with the gods with music, or priests of some minor gods, mages who know a little tricks, third-rate apprentices, liars, and witch doctors who pretend to be ghosts are all very popular talents for mercenaries, and occasionally one or two mages will participate in mercenaries, but when it comes to their strength...... Usually it's just a little bit taller than an apprentice. Because in this world, even the most crappy official mage can easily find a financial master to serve him, and obtain a wealth sufficient to make him comfortable and support those strange and expensive magical realities.

However, at the moment, the one who is close at hand is obviously a little different.

There is no such thing as a degree evaluation committee in this world, and mages naturally don't care about the class, the only ability reference is to touch the depth of the magic net - if you can cast more than three rings of arcane art, you can get out of the title of apprentice, and if you can touch the fifth layer of the magic web, you can be regarded as a "high-level" mage, as for being able to use spells above eight rings, even if there is only one, you can also call yourself a ** master.

According to the popular saying, the fifth layer of the magic net is a huge level - although it is only a step away from the fourth layer, it is a lifelong barrier for mages, and if they can cross it, then it is a qualitative breakthrough and leap, and from then on, the sea and the sky can be freely roamed;

This is a simple and unanimous division method that is unanimously tacitly accepted by both secular and mage, but it is only a rough idea, a real ** master will not casually send out an eighth-order spell to prove himself, and even an apprentice can easily immerse a large group of civilians in terror - just a simple illusion is enough to create a terrifying impression.

However, if a mage has a delicate golem, it seems that it can also be counted as part of the achievement—it is said that the people who can make these things are all mages with real names without exception.

This was undoubtedly quite a temptation for Edward.

With temptation comes action.

It wasn't that Edward hadn't thought about further expressing his wishes to the mysterious mage - in fact, he had already been prepared to get a chance to follow even if the other party refused. It's a pity that along the way, he never found a suitable excuse to get close.

Spellcasters always have the highest privilege in their adventures - they don't have to carry luggage, scout their way, are usually heavily guarded in the center when they travel, and don't have to keep vigil unless there are special circumstances. And this mage seems to be a model of a spellcaster, all the rest time, she will spend all her rest time in her tent, that is obviously a magical creation with some kind of space spell attached, obviously not easy to approach.

As a result, Edward was often only stationed at the camp for dinner, and occasionally met the black-robed man's gaze, but from the expression and eyes that regarded everything as a dog, he couldn't understand what kind of impression the other party had of him, and whether it was appropriate to come forward and talk.

If the other party was just a mage among the mercenaries, then Edward would have not hesitated a long time ago...... No matter what profession they have, a mercenary is a mercenary, and their topic will never be separated from those aspects, how to deal with it, the boy has long been aware of it...... However, if he wants to curry favor with a genuine high-level mage, he has no experience at all, and the wrong attempt will undoubtedly greatly reduce his impression, and the plot will be greatly wasted.

Especially with that biggest obstacle.

In the tales of the mercenaries or the ode to the lame poets, the paladins are the best examples of heroes, they are awe-inspiring, selfless and fearless, and they seem to have the same meaning to the world as Edward's memory of the eternally young uncle of the People's Liberation Army - of course, people are not gods after all, and even gods are not perfect...... So there is always a small, innocuous gap between legend and fact—a fact that seems to be the same in all planes.

At least now Edward knew that paladins could hold grudges - every time Edward approached them even a little, the hostility in the two eyes under the visor of the helmet burned like a flame, not to mention the words that resembled an exorcism, although Edward knew that in this plane, the idea that all men are equal was still waiting to be developed by some philosopher hundreds of thousands of years later, but that did not mean that he would completely ignore the situation.

"As for it...... It's only twenty platinum coins, and the set of clothes on your body adds up to at least dozens of times this number. Sure enough, the little white face didn't have a kind eye...... I'll find a place to kill you in two days. ”

It's not just a matter of slander - in fact, if the mercenaries hear this, they'll probably start to sit still.

Among the many titles, only the nickname 'scavenging wolf' does not describe the young man's achievements in martial arts.

In Edward's eyes, this iron-clad creature was a standard adventurer - wandering around as he walked through the jungle, leaving his position in the group from time to time, a passing mouse catching his eye without paying the slightest attention to his feet - if he hadn't been cast some kind of spell on him that kept him from sinking into any of the mud, he would have been turned into a swamp of rotting cans a day ago.

But the only problem may be his overwhelming strength in battle—the occasional jungle monitor lizard, snakeskin, or other cave bear that is difficult for him to deal with during the three-day journey is a battle that can be ended in a move or two.

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It's a bit stuck...... It doesn't always feel smooth......

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