Agamemnon was at first calm, but Nereus watched persistently, and his gaze became more and more mournful, and his eyes became watery, and they turned like a ripple of autumn water. Agamemnon finally glared angrily and exclaimed, "Is it strange?"

"It's strange!" Nereus smirked, triumphantly. "You can laugh and get angry!"

Agamemnon snorted and said no more.

"Quiet, in a hurry. Richard, the leader of the team, said lightly.

The group finally quieted down and silently marched through the forest. Richard shook his head at the front of the line, spurring the unicorn forward.

The sky was getting dark, and night was falling on the forest.

The scouting warriors in the team found a clearing in the forest, and everyone dismounted to rest. They don't use tents, they sit on the ground or lean against trees. There are many magicians in the team, and they randomly activate a few wisps of magic flames, roast the dried meat used as dry food, and the water they carry with them is considered a dinner.

Daimei sat directly on the ground, but the dress was not hers, it was men's, and it didn't carry the necessary supplies like the others. Richard beckoned to her, called her over, laid a waterproof tarpaulin on the floor, and said to her, "Sleep here after eating." ”

Dai Mei looked at the people around her, gritted her teeth and said, "It's okay, I'll just find a place to sit for a while." ”

Richard smiled, lowered his voice and said, "Rest well, don't be reckless." You're not like everyone else, and if you don't rest well, it will affect your appearance in battle. You know, the table at the time of battle is the key. ”

Daimei nodded, crouched honestly on the tarpaulin, and began to try to fall asleep.

Richard watched her lie down, so he smiled and found a random place to sit and rest. When they had finished eating, they all began to rest.

Richard did not have a vigil arranged, and for this team, there was no need for a vigil.

The next morning, when everyone got on their horses, Richard instigated the unicorn, chose a direction, and walked deeper into the forest. In the forest where there was no direction at all, Richard did not hesitate to find the direction.

Richard's followers had long been accustomed to Richard being in control, and they knew that when Richard didn't ask for advice, he was absolutely sure. However, Nereus and Agamemnon's subordinates did not know why Richard was so sure, and they all looked at each other with some eyes.

Richard still maintains a soul connection with the elite Humanoid Knight, indicating that the Humanoid Knight is still alive. It's just that the connection is very vague, which means that the distance between the two sides is far beyond the border of thirty kilometers, but there is no problem in judging the general direction.

The team had not gone far when it suddenly seemed to have crossed an invisible boundary, and suddenly an invisible hammer of the mind slammed into everyone's consciousness, and then a heavy weight fell on their souls. People's consciousness began to dull, their vision blurred, the boundaries between heaven and earth began to merge, and even balance became difficult. Several of the warriors had become so confused that they didn't even know that they had strayed from the group and were heading deeper into the forest.

"Beware! this is where my will was affected in the first place!" Scheer reminded in a loud voice. But it can be seen that he is not in very good shape.

This is a blow and suppression of the will and soul, and after the initial blow to the mind, it is a continuous pressure on the soul. At this moment, there is a clear distinction between the will and the strength of the soul. In Norland's traditional view, it has always been believed that a strong soul will is the key to impacting the legend.

Nereus and Agamemnon are currently at level seventeen and have not officially stepped through the gates of the Sanctuary. But their affected Cheng Dù was significantly better than Sher and Pamir, and even looked like they were stronger than the dragon mage Lina. Daimei also showed an extremely strong will and a strong soul, almost comparable to Lina. A strong will is the hallmark of true Akmund.

And a shocking scene appeared at this time, Richard's followers, except for Oral, all showed an incredibly strong will and soul. Quicksand, splashes, crimson, and even tiramisu were all contemplative and anguiled, or their faces were painful, but their actions were almost completely unaffected! These expressions were even better than Nereus and Agamemnon! Even Orar did not look worse than Sher and Pamir.

Richard, however, is the one who is truly shocking. He only frowned slightly, but other than that, there was nothing unusual, and the soul pressure that made everyone secretly confront him seemed to have no zài at all. Only quicksand and splashes knew that Richard's soul had become incredibly powerful after resisting the Troll Overseer's soul spear.

The weight of the will in the forest was to Richard like carrying an ordinary package, and the weight was not worth mentioning. But it's useless for him to be fine alone, this is a war, he can't be the only one who rushes to the lair of the green forest elves, right?

This was a situation that Richard had not anticipated at all. Scheer had said that crossing the 100-kilometer line would be influenced by the will, but Richard did not expect the impact to be so great for others.

Just when Richard was in a dilemma, the unicorn under his crotch sensed his troubles, and the divine beast that consumed divinity was still above the crimson suddenly hissed, and Qing Yue's voice spread far away. The tip of its unicorn lit up with a soft silver light, the silver glow was not very bright, but the penetrating power was extremely strong, and it spread far away, covering the surrounding range of tens of meters.

Everyone immediately felt a burst of relief in their souls, the original pressure had gone to the top ten, and even the weakest warriors were able to rush and fight normally.

Nereus's face was complicated, and he said, "Is this the Divine Unicorn? Amazing, really powerful!"

The four princes were talking about unicorns, but their eyes were looking at Richard, and their expressions were extremely complicated, with admiration, shock, and a little gloom.

Scheer and Pamir, two powerful men who originally thought highly of themselves and had a high attitude, now looked at Richard with a gaze full of shock and respect. Not only to Richard, but also their expressions as they swept over Richard's followers became extremely complicated.

The role of a strong will and soul is well known to anyone who has the knowledge. That is a necessary condition for becoming a strong person, although it may not be possible to succeed with it, but it is absolutely impossible without it.

Richard is also forgotten, after all, he is the most proud student of the legendary mage His Royal Highness Su Helen in recent years. But all of the followers he had gathered were amazing, showing amazing potential. Although it is not known how far they will be able to go in the end, it is certain that entering the Sanctuary will not be the end for them! even the weakest Oral is no worse than Sher and Pamir. How did such a group of perverts gather under Richard?

In the blink of an eye, Scheer and Pamir thought deeply, what is Richard, forget it? The powerful soul displayed by Richard has completely overwhelmed everyone, and is even on the quicksand of the gods, so where is his end? Could it be that in another ten years, there will be a new Gordon.

Sher and Pamir glanced at each other, and knew in their hearts that with Gordon ahead, and now with Richard, it seemed that Akmund's rise was unstoppable.

Richard had noticed a slight change in the attitudes of the people, and somewhat understood their thoughts. But he just pointed ahead and said, "Let's go, there's still a long way to go!"

At this time, in the direction of Richard's finger, hundreds of green forest elves were gathering under an incomparably huge ancient tree to welcome the warriors returning from the expedition. A majestic night leopard rushed to the gathered elves, and its body changed, reverting to the appearance of an elderly druid. He raised the staff of nature in his hand and said in a loud voice, "We're back!

The elves were jubilant.

"Bring the captives!" shouted the Druid Elder majestically.

Four elven warriors walked up and threw the elite humanoid knight, who was firmly bound by vines, to the ground. Seeing this intruder, many of the elves had red eyes, cursing the intruder in the most vicious language in their lives, and some even rushed up with short knives, wanting to stab them a few times. Less than two months after Richard arrived in the Green Forest Plane, most of the elves of this tribe had relatives or acquaintances who died at Richard's hands.

The druid coughed, and several elven warriors immediately protected the elite humanoid knights and stopped the excited elves.

The old druid said to the elves, "He is an important man, a bargaining chip for us to get back Jubu, and he can't be harmed!"

Hearing Jubu's name, the elves gradually calmed down, but stared at the humanoid knight under the heavy binding with even more hatred.

At this moment, a thick and deep voice came from the air, "Dear Elder Green Wind, how are my children?"

It was a very tall ancient war tree that spoke, with a trunk several times thicker than that of an ordinary treeman, and a tall and broad canopy with little end in sight.

Elder Druid Green Wind said bitterly, "I feel very painful, but it is impossible for them to escape the pursuit of the invaders. ”

The Ancient Tree of War sighed heavily and said, "I know that my children have no intention of coming back, and I only hope that their sacrifice will be worthwhile in the end." Go ahead, the Great Elder is waiting for you, and I, need to be alone for a while. ”

Green Wind bowed deeply and said, "As you wish." ”

Behind the elves, there was a huge tree that was amazingly large, its trunk was tens of meters thick, and when viewed from below, the canopy almost covered the entire sky! This giant tree already had a bit of the style and momentum of the Norland Elven World Tree.

On the trunks of the giant trees, the elves built tree houses according to the natural holes and veins, and connected them by winding roads. Green Wind followed the passage up to the top floor of the elven village and entered a spacious wooden house. In the middle of the treehouse, sat an old elf who could barely stand up.