This is the Forest of Whispers, originating from the ancient forests of the southern foothills of the Dawn Mountains. She has a crescent-like shape and a powerful and mysterious master. The silver-haired and gray-eyed highland elves regarded her as a forbidden place and loved her as their own mother.

It's already early winter, but this vast mixed coniferous and broad-leaved forest is still dotted with large areas of verdant, as if the silent mountain is dressed in a green pleated skirt. And at one of the patches, the goddess of fate blinked, and a poor soul was given a new lease of life.

This is the 1821st year of the Bright Calendar, and the legendary magician Allegri, who rode the wheelbarrow of destiny bravely in the future, officially entered the sight of history.

In a clearing on the edge of the Whispering Forest, an abandoned magic tower with only a small half left was on the verge of collapse. On the heavy wooden door, there was a small hole in the square circle of meters, and a young man with black hair and black eyes was trembling and drilling out. He was about twenty years old, wrapped in a shabby black magic robe, and was stomping his feet to dispel the chill from his body. Obviously, the thin magic robe could not withstand the cold of early winter, which made the thin lips on his pale cheeks a little blue.

"It's damn luck. Allegri looked around, moving his stiff limbs and cursing secretly. The goddess of fate, who saved him casually, seems to be a forgetful fellow, because in the blink of an eye he is in an even more disadvantageous situation. According to the cruel reality in front of him, he is likely to be a hundred times more miserable than his previous life.

When Allegri crossed over, he was a promising apprentice in magic, with a powerful mentor who was likely to give him empowerment and a tower full of rare magical materials. At that time, his mind was overflowing with all kinds of things about his short life in the past, like a goldfish in a crystal fish tank, which seemed so close, but it was so long ago when he thought about it. He gradually made up his mind to face up to his current situation and create a new life.

Then, on that rainy night of thunder and lightning, he had just taken down two magic books from his study to study them carefully, when he heard a "bang" and a loud sound above his head that overcame all the thunder. The old magician, who didn't know what strange experiment he was taught, blew himself into powder along with the entire upper half of the magic tower. All that remains is the stunned Allegri, and the completely vanished magical warehouse.

"Dear teacher, is it really appropriate for you to blow up all my inheritance like this?" Allegri muttered as he looked at the mound next to the magic tower, "This really makes me very embarrassed." ”

Carrying a few pieces of spilled wood, Allegri slipped back into his own shelter. In a cramped corner, Allegri patted the shallow frost off the wood and slowly extended his right hand to point at the brazier.

"Kebslin, Rutga......" his lips quivered and spat out strange syllables, one of the most precious things from his remaining memories. As the incantation was chanted, Allegri felt a blank sheet of paper suddenly spread out in his mind, and his condensed attention slowly slid over it, like a fountain pen. The red handwriting slowly formed, hooking together into a group of strange characters, and the attention in the barrel was noticeably reduced.

As the last syllable was spit out, and the last stroke of spiritual power was completed, an indescribable tremor suddenly struck. Allegri's feeling suddenly surged from his fingers with a warm energy.

Clusters of bright yellow flames rose from the scattered wooden blocks, and the warmth began to dispel the darkness inside the tower.

It was just a simple apprentice-level magic "fire initiation technique", but it made Allegri have mixed feelings in his heart. Even though he had been staying in this deserted place, even though he had never seen anyone else to confirm the situation, just this spell made it clear to him that no matter how ridiculous the reason, he had indeed left that familiar planet.

Curled up by the fire to keep warm, swallowing hard black bread vigorously, Allegri's sad face was all the more sad that he had been reduced to a living from this food. Sadly, even this disgusting black bread, which has become moldy, has only the last few pieces left.

Maybe it's because the old magician's remnants are still there, or maybe there are still some mysterious magic arrays running in the remnants of the magic tower, and no living creature has ever dared to approach the magic tower within a radius of hundreds of meters. If it were possible, Allegri, who was very afraid of death, would not be willing to step out of this range and have a lively wild survival lesson with those sharp-toothed jungle beasts-

However, before he starves to death and is eaten by wild beasts, he must make his own choice.

When the weather was clear, Allegri once looked out of the window of the fifth floor of the remaining magic tower, only to find that all around him was a vast sea of forests. As far as the eye can see, there is only a canopy of undulating trees, and there is no human population at all, as if this magic tower is just an isolated island.

He was once Robinson in the wizarding world, but now, survival has forced him to become Columbus.

Allegri was making the most of his preparations.

A copy of "Basic Magic Analysis", a "Beginner Summoned Creature Illustrated Book", an old money bag that makes the thief have no desire and a few coins inside, this is his newbie gift bag. The old magician's staff was still half cut under the violent explosion, and this short hard wooden rod was also his only weapon.

Of course, Allegri wouldn't tell the beasts watching him that the scrolls found in the mezzanine of the Beginner Minions Illustrated Book were the most precious and powerful of them all. The slightly gray scroll had been bitten out by rats or something, but Allegri had to put all his hopes on this slightly unreliable support.

- Summoning a mid-level magic scroll to summon a dark warrior.

As he poked his head into the dark forest overgrown with weeds like a timid mole, an inexplicable murmur drifted in his ears with the cold wind. Stepping out of the protected confines of the Magic Tower, this ancient and mysterious jungle is finally beginning to reveal the prestige of the Whispering Forest.

This forest is one of the oldest jungles on the entire continent, rivaling the land of the elves. Hundreds of years old, the giant trees stretch out and intertwine their canopies, so tight that no sunlight can let in. And in this gloomy winter day, the forest is cold in the jungle to the extreme. The nocturnal beasts have not yet been dispatched, but the silence at this time is the most terrifying sound, the silence that can make people hear their own heartbeat, and it can also make people feel that their blood is slowly cooling.

At the beat of his heartbeat, Allegri's eyes suddenly jumped, and he seemed to have found a very suitable prey.

In this terrifying forest, a poor apprentice magician can only be regarded as one of the creatures at the bottom of the food chain. Of course, compared to the gray-haired demon rabbit in front of him with almost zero combat effectiveness, he still has the strength to fight.

Arcane Missile is one of the most widely used attack magics, and even the apprentice stage has a simplified version available. Of course, it's also the most complicated of apprentice-level magic, and this time there isn't one of them.

Taking advantage of the distance and not coming into the alert range, Allegri began to chant in a low and complex manner. The spirit pen slowly drew on the white paper in his mind with blue points of light, and slight magic fluctuations began to converge. For a demon rabbit with low magical defense, this string of three magic missiles is enough to deal a devastating blow.

The apprentice was not able to smoothly use his mental power to guide the missile's flight, but he still managed to break the hind legs of the demon rabbit. Allegri lifted his spirits, raised the half of his staff, and rushed over with a scream.

The first battle since the crossing looks like the victory is already in hand!