Chapter 12 Shadows

Nameless jungle.

In this underdeveloped area, far from the center of civilization, similar unnamed areas can be found everywhere - although all lands have lords, not all lands can be cultivated.

The kingdom does not have the extra manpower and material resources to develop those border areas close to the wasteland of Gondor, and because the elves have helped humans build a magnificent wall that surrounds the entire wasteland of Gondor with the Sentinel Tower as a node, contemporary countries do not. It is necessary to hoard excessive troops on the frontier to deal with the monsters that occasionally roam the wasteland, so the frontier falls into a vicious circle of continuous decline.

There is not only one way to go from the Cecil Land to the northern town of Tanzania, but walking through the woodland to the official road is the closest one. If you choose another route, you either have to bypass the whole area, or you have to go through the more dangerous impossible zone, which is not a wise choice.

The deeper into the woodland, the darker the sky, and the more annoying the thick rotted leaves piled up on the ground. Although this place can’t be called a big forest, a forest that is undisturbed by humans and grows wildly and savagely has really improved Gao Wen’s knowledge. In his previous life, he lived in a man-made jungle made of reinforced concrete. For many years, he could only watch the world from a too distant perspective, but at this moment when he stepped into it in person, he realized that his imagination of the natural environment was still too superficial.

But fortunately, he is gradually getting used to this body. The strong physical fitness and comprehensive qualities of this body allow him to face the challenge of survival in the wilderness relatively easily. The Byron Knight and Amber beside him have also crossed mountains. In Lin's experience, this trip was not so bad.

It's just that Hetty will suffer a little - even if the Cecil family has fallen, it is still an aristocratic family with a long history and direct loyalty to the king. In aristocratic circles, this lady is already well-trained and hard-working, but in the face of the challenges of nature, she really needs some experience.

Besides, for a mage, the physical strength itself cannot be too strong.

Gawain was a little surprised by Rebecca's performance: this girl who looked like a high school girl on Earth didn't fall behind all the way, and ran in the woods with no roads at all, not even worse than those tall soldiers , Gawain asked curiously, but when Rebecca replied, she was a little embarrassed: "I was crazy when I was young, I always ran around like a boy, and even got into the woods of the territory to explore. At that time, I was still Without showing any talent for magic, my father thought that I might be able to be trained as a knight... He was disappointed. But even though I couldn't become a knight, I usually pay attention to my training. After all, my ancestors said that I should To become a lord who can protect the people, you first need a strong physique..."

Gao Wen nodded silently. Although this great-granddaughter on the N+1 floor sometimes had her head caught in the door, she was quite simple and upright.

This is rare in aristocratic circles.

The N-level great-granddaughter next to her who was almost out of breath was not quick to learn.

"There may be some monsters in the depths of this forest, but they will not be very strong," Knight Byron picked up a dark mass from the ground with his long sword, and the mass slowly became at the tip of his sword Transparent, and gradually dissipated in the air, "The shadow elements are enriched, and there should be a natural magic focus in the center of the woodland, but it should be a very weak one."

"It must be very weak," Amber said while turning a small delicate dagger in his hand, looking around the situation, "If there is really a high-quality magic focus, this forest must have been announced by the Secret Law Society or the Astrologer Association long ago. It has been their territory since ancient times. And looking at the surrounding plants... there is no obvious variation, indicating that the enrichment of elements here does not even affect the flowers and plants."

Gawain looked at the two field survival experts with a little surprise: "Do you guys understand well?"

Rebecca glanced at Byron: "Before allegiance to my father,

Uncle Byron used to be a mercenary. "

Byron didn't seem very accustomed to mentioning the past: "It's all past, miss."

The small dagger in Amber's hand turned more and more cheerfully: "Hey, with a face of vicissitudes, who hasn't ordered it yet?"

Although the half-elf lady's face was full of expressions like "My past is also very good, so please come and ask me if I'm okay", but Gawain did not intend to cooperate with this girl's performance at all. From this short one-and-a-half day of contact, he was able to understand some of the other party's temperament. Nine times out of ten, her rich field knowledge is because she will be chased by the patrol team every three or five times, and then she has to get in. She was trained to survive in the wild in the woods, but if you really want to ask, she will definitely not say that. She will definitely make up a thrilling and magnificent story for you - such as once traveling the entire continent and talking and laughing with the elf king... …

While they were talking, they had already walked further into the forest, and the surrounding trees grew thicker and denser.

Gawain raised his head, and between the shadowy branches, the giant sun was divided into small spots of light, as if a huge plate was upside down in the sky, and the sunlight on his body seemed to be even cooler. Some.

The weakest Betty couldn't help sneezing. She felt her hands were so cold that the pan almost fell to the ground.

Amber stopped the small movement of spinning the dagger, she suddenly lowered her body, a pair of light-colored eyes flashed a vigilant look, she looked at Gao Wen, and exhaled a white breath when she spoke: "Do you think... A little too low?"

Hetty's eyes suddenly lit up, her tiredness from the journey was suppressed abruptly, she raised her staff and slammed it on the ground, and at the same time quickly chanted a mouthful spell: Detect Distortion.

This is a general-purpose magic, which can be learned from the second level of the official mages, until the ninth-level mages have corresponding spell models. This spell has no offensiveness, and its function is to detect hidden objects within a certain range. Energy phenomena, such as hidden magic traps or invisible energy fields. In the case of a full cast, Detect Distortion can detect traces of energy up to one level above the caster's level - and Hetty is a third-level wizard.

In terms of professional level, Heidi, a third-level mage (the peak of the low-level), is weaker than Byron, who has entered the middle-level (although it is only a primary level), but in terms of the convenience and versatility of magic, her spells can do more than force.

With the effect of detecting distortion activated, Gawain found that there was fog around him.

No, it wasn't fog, but the spiritual energy that had been hidden before and was thick enough to affect the material world.

They gathered from all directions, constantly enriched and strengthened. At this moment, it was so thick that people could hardly see the trees tens of meters away, and in the rolling pale mist, it was still faintly visible. A hazy shadow flashed by.

Betty's eyes widened in horror, and she was about to scream, but Gawain covered her mouth: "Shh, don't make a sound, it will disturb the things in the fog."

The little girl's eyes were wide and tears almost came out. She nodded her head while clutching the frying pan in her hand.

Gawain couldn't help shaking his head: I was never scared to cry when I saw the giant dragon before, but now I'm scared like this. It's really different from people's weaknesses.

"What are these things?" Rebecca was also a little scared, she clenched her staff tightly, and there were some small sparks jumping at the tip of the staff, "When were we... surrounded by these things?"

"The fog of resentment, hell," Hetty gritted his teeth, "how can there be such a thing here?"

The fog of resentment, Gawain has already found the corresponding knowledge in memory. It is a product that can be produced naturally or artificially. Among them, natural ones are more common: in places where shadow energy gathers and undead wander, The Wraith Mist has a very low probability of appearing. It is part of the shadow environment, but it is also affected by the breath of the undead, which makes it extremely destructive. However, this fog is invisible after it appears - it forms and grows in the spiritual world, and in the material world, people can't see even a trace.

Unless the victim has stepped into the depths of the fog.

It will unknowingly kill the victims who have strayed into it slowly. It completes this process through low temperature and the illusions and fears that invade the mind. If ordinary people stray into it, many times they will not understand until they die. What happened because they couldn't see anything until they died.

The thick fog would not appear until the moment their souls plunged into the Shadowlands, occupying all their dying memories.

It is also possible to artificially create a fog of resentment, but the conditions are too harsh, the requirements for the caster are extremely high, and the effect is not as good as most spells of the same level, so those shady psychics will not waste time on this. .

Gawain has drawn out his pioneer sword, but has not attacked: The Wraith Mist is very special. Although it will take damage as long as it enters its range, in fact, it will not attack actively at first, and the damage is only It is only an inherent attribute of a "negative environment", and it will only go berserk when the "things" in the fog are disturbed.

And the fog of resentment after the madness is very difficult to deal with.

Gawain wasn't sure if Mist had been disturbed, so he didn't order an attack, but cautiously searched for Mist's weak points, ready to wait for an opportunity to break out, but just as he did so, there was a soft, ethereal smile. The sound suddenly entered his ears from a certain direction in the depths of the fog.

The mother chicken was actually played by a cloud of fog!

Gawain immediately raised his long sword and swung it down in the direction from which the voice came, and a dark red fire broke away from the blade, dividing a vague image emerging from the mist into two.

"The one who gathers fire is running around in the fog and wearing white!"