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The clouds in the sky resemble a continuous cotton-white forest, with only a few small irregular hollows occasionally exposed, and the tiny droplets of water that roll down in the wind may not be cared about, or even a refreshing refreshment, but after being increased a thousand times, even clean pure water is enough to make people disgusted...... What's more, the water that falls from these rustles will further soak the soil under your feet. (If you like this book, please bookmark biquge.info)

The ground was no longer muddy, knee-deep sewage mixed with the mud mixed with humus, dead leaves, and the corpses of unknown animals beneath it, turning into a viscous soup, not only cold and bitter, but also constantly fighting with the friction for shoes, trying to keep anything in itself.

Edward, though, tugged at the corners of his mouth slightly. A happy smile was revealed.

-- In the past two days, when the sky has rarely cleared, the gloom seems to open a huge gray opening, and the pouring rain pours down from it, converging into thick and thin streams on the dark green leaf tops, and dividing the space like countless lines...... Only in the afternoon will there be a few hours of cloudy skies, and then the clouds, which have accumulated enough strength, will sprinkle the rain on the ground...... And so on, as if there will never be a rest.

But now, the time of bad luck is finally coming to an end. White clouds and drizzle are the precursors of rain clouds reaching the edge.

Wiping a handful of the rain that had slid down his face, the hunter glanced around again.

The jungle is full of trees that rise from the marshes and carry long, aerial roots...... Red trees, forest trees, or other tree species that are not seen at all in the Kashgar Kol region and are unique to warm areas. Crawling creatures like lizards or water snakes that prefer warm areas on the trunks of trees or in the canopy seem to prove that this is no longer the central area of the Whispering Forest......

In fact, after two days of trekking, Edward had determined for the hundredth and twenty-ninth time that his location was no longer part of the Whispering Forest, or even the western frontier of the kingdom.

"That mother-in-law, fortunately Lao Tzu didn't become her apprentice, otherwise it is estimated that how many lives there are would not be enough for this invisible natural toss!"

He gritted his teeth and muttered about the source of the misfortune that had brought him this qiē - when the female mage's teleportation ended, he found himself in a hellish place he had never seen before!

Then there was a terrible crash and fall, and if it weren't for the puddle of soft mud under the string of branches, he would probably have to confess on the spot in this strange land!

The only thing to be thankful for was that at least the failed teleportation had only thrown him to the height of a treetop, not a cloud of dirt, or the middle of a tree. Otherwise, it will really be an absolute disappearance!

Of course, swearing won't solve any problems, and the most important thing at the moment is to get out of this damn place as soon as possible.

Or, more thankfully, they didn't encounter any tricky large monsters along the way, and there were very few magical creatures, even humanoids like kobolds or goblins - which was one of the reasons why Baroque Nightrain was able to keep his mood up.

“...... The goblin captive told him that he had his father, mother, and brothers...... So the idiots who had drunk a stomach full of wine rushed over happily. As a result, they were immediately nailed with at least fifty arrows!" The dwarf grabbed a large flaming red beard, and squeezed out a large stream of dirty water as if to tear them off, and his voice became a little louder, and it spread far and wide through the rain: "Don't they know that fools are better than rats, and that they never count?"

The joke wasn't funny, thought Edward, pulling one foot out of the soft mud, but just as he stepped onto the root system of the tree, the hunter's body shook a little, and a terrible wave of vertigo rushed into his mind, making him almost let out a wail...... Fortunately, the dwarf grabbed his arm and saved him from plunging headlong into the muddy water in front of him.

"Let's find a place to rest...... It's nice to get out of the woods, but you look ......."

There was apprehension in the dwarf's gruff voice, but Edward shook his head—not to reject the mention, but to say that it seemed to turn into a deep hum that blended with the rain around him, making it almost impossible for him to distinguish. And the light in front of him also rolled into a black and white alternation, mixed with a halo of gold threads, and everything was blurred because of this.

Or maybe it's because of excessive bleeding, or it's a cold, but maybe there's something else, unknown for what's wrong?

The feeling of dizziness lasted only a few breaths, but the ensuing feeling of nausea and nausea and weakness made Edward almost collapse, and even fell into a kind of precursor to fainting - like a cold blunt knife on his forehead, making people dizzy and hot in the cold. The body kept trembling, even though the body had been wrapped with more than three layers of cotton cloth and covered with a large piece of waterproof felt cloth, but the cold air still continued to penetrate the defense from the feet, between the robes and various gaps, like an ice blade piercing straight into the vest, slowly but ruthlessly depriving the human body, the only bit of body temperature.

Actually, it's not a strange feeling – from the occasional episode two days ago, it now seems to have become the norm.

Edward cursed in his heart, but there was nothing he could do...... Originally, at such a time, a simple magic technique to expel the disease might be able to completely dispel this terrible feeling, but unfortunately, Edward can only rely on will and vertigo to fight.

And this struggle was so difficult - two days of continuous walking through the jungle, and the confrontation with the heavy rain, had completely exhausted the last of his energy, and the jungle in the torrential rain was almost one of the most headaches for adventurers, if it were not for the Baroque backpack with not only enough food, but also a few clothes to change and a waterproof cloak, And if the sturdy dwarves were able to share a lot of trouble, the boy suspected that his lucky escape from the monster's lair might be confessed in the swampy woodland.

But it was almost the limit - Edward took a few deep breaths of the humid air, feeling like the fight was almost a struggle.

"Edward boy, I said we had better find a place to camp, or else...... Huh?"

The dwarf's voice grew clearer, and then suddenly changed to a euphoric pitch - Edward looked up weakly, and saw that the vision ahead was wide......

It seems that the two-day trek has not been worthless, for the surrounding trees have thinned out in a slow way. Then, after a clump of branches in front of him was separated, the gratifying, traces of civilization appeared in front of him...... It was a long, old boardwalk through a pool of silt and ponds, made of wooden stakes driven into the swamp and moss-covered planks. The whole child has a pale cyan color. But in the dark forest it turned gray color.

It's just that as soon as the feeling of euphoria appeared, a sharp sound broke it up!

A black shadow sank into the trunk of the tree beside him, returning to the shape of an arrow, and the tail feathers trembled slightly and whispered!

Edward was startled, and reluctantly turned his gaze to notice a figure standing in the shadows of the trees in the distance, snapping a second feathered arrow to the string - apparently a warning that he would not have to peek out from his hiding place. But to be able to shoot an arrow so accurately from such a distance in the midst of many obstacles - only a very good archer can do it.

"Sneaky!" The dwarf apparently didn't appreciate the high-tech warning, and roared in displeasure, ripping his big axe from behind him.

"Stop! Lay down your arms! We have no ill intentions, but don't let us change our minds!"

The archers in the distance once again stretched their bows and shouted loudly. This was followed by several whistles of varying lengths. And with the sound, more sentinels also emerged from all corners of the forest, gathering into a semicircle, wrapping the two in the center of the circle!

"Who are you?"

A tall figure walked up from behind the encirclement, raised the longbow in his hand to show that he had no ill will, and then deftly took a few steps forward and asked.

There was a strange accent in his lingua franca, but it was surprisingly not unpleasant, and the clarity was somewhat similar to those of the aristocracy, but more pleasant.

"We were just passing travelers, but we got lost due to heavy rain, and we got sick ......"

Edward narrowed his eyes and noticed the young face - the rain was almost a curtain of water rolling down the brim of the young man's hat, but the proximity allowed Edward to notice more details in the other's hood, such as the pale and delicate skin, the sharp chin, the gray eyes, and a strand of hair that was the same color as the eye slid out of the hood.

A very delicate and beautiful face.

Edward wanted to ...... But then, the scenery in front of him suddenly blurred, and he shook his head, only to find that the whole world seemed to be shaking—the veritable world was spinning, the sound in his ears was transformed into the whirring wind, and all the thoughts, thoughts, and feelings in his head became one.

It hurts like a knife chopping an axe.

It is no longer fleeting, but wave after wave, tidal wave and tide churning! And wave after wave -- every wave rushes from the end of the body, singing and marching, tugging at every inch, every minute, every nerve cell! Push that fiery roaring crooked or indescribable strange sensation into the spine, and then all the way up, straight to the cerebral cord, bursting into every inch of the brain!

No, or maybe it's just an illusion, and the pain is coming out of the mind, or, more downward, in the medulla oblongata, in the neck......

I don't know how long I thought about it, it was a moment, or a moment, but before there was a concrete result, Edward's consciousness had been scattered with a bang, as if it had exploded into a thousand pieces......

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