Shadows

Nameless jungle.

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

　　The kingdom does not have extra personnel and material resources to develop the border areas close to the Gondor Wasteland, and because the elves helped humans build a magnificent wall with the sentinel tower as the node, extending and encircling the entire Gondor Wasteland.

contemporary countries did not keep too many troops on the border to deal with the monsters that occasionally wander from the wasteland, so the border is neglected and fallen into a vicious circle of continuous decline.

　　There is not only one way to go from Cecil to the town of Tanzanite in the north, but crossing the woodland is the closest one to the official road. If you choose another route, you have to either go around the entire area or cross the more dangerous and inaccessible zone, which is not a wise choice.

　　The deeper the woodland, the darker the sky, and the thick rot on the ground became more annoying. Although it is not a vast forest, a forest that is not disturbed by humans and grows arbitrarily and savagely has really increased Gao Wen's knowledge.

In his previous life, he lived in an artificial forest made of reinforced concrete boundaries. After crossing for many years, he could only observe the world from a too distant perspective. At this moment, walking on it, he realized that his imagination of the natural environment was still too superficial.

　　But fortunately, he is gradually getting used to this body. The powerful physical and comprehensive qualities of this body make it easier for him to face the challenge of survival in the wilderness. The Byron Knights and Amber beside him have also traveled through the mountains. This journey is not so bad.

　　It's just that Heidi is about to suffer a little-even if the Cecil family has fallen, it is still a noble family with a long history and direct loyalty to the king. Heidi is born as a noblewoman with a golden spoon. In the aristocratic circle, this lady can be said to be well-trained and hard-working, but in the face of the challenges of nature, she does need some experience.

　　Besides, it is not possible for a mage to have much physical strength.

　　Rebecca's performance surprised Gawain: this girl who looked like a high school girl on earth did not fall behind the way, and in the woods with no roads, she was not even worse than those tall soldiers.

Gawain asked curiously, but Rebecca replied, a little embarrassed: "I was crazy when I was a kid. I always ran around like a boy and even got into the forests of the territory to explore. I was still didn't have my talent for magic. My father thought I might become a knight... but he was disappointed. Even though I couldn't walk the path of a knight, I usually pay attention to exercise. After all, the ancestral said, To become a lord who can protect the people, you first need a powerful physique..."

　　Gao Wen nodded silently. Although the great-granddaughter sometimes had her head caught by a door, she was still very disciplined and upright.

　　This is rare in aristocratic circles.

　　The great-granddaughter next to her, who is almost out of breath, is not ready to learn.

　　"There may be some monsters in the depths of this forest, but they won't be very strong." Knight Byron used a long sword to pick up a dark mass from the ground, and the mass slowly slipped at the tip of his sword. It is transparent and gradually dissipates in the air. "Shadow elements are enriched, and the center of the woodland should have a natural magic force, but it should be a very weak one."

　　"It must be very weak," Amber said, turning a delicate small dagger in his hand, looking at the surrounding situation as she said. It has been their territory since ancient times. And looking at the surrounding plants...there is no obvious variation, showing that the element enrichment here does not even affect the flowers."

　　Gao Wen looked at these two field survival experts: "Do you guys know it well?"

　　Rebecca glanced at Byron: "Uncle Byron used to be a mercenary before loyal to my father."

　　Byron doesn't seem to be used to mentioning the past: "It's all over, miss."

　　The little dagger in Amber's hand turned more and more quickly: "Hey, with a look of vicissitudes, who hasn't had a past?"

　　Although the half-elf lady's face is full of expressions like "my past is also very good, so come and ask me if I am good", but Gawain is not planning to cooperate with this girl's performance. From the day and a half of contact, he knew enough about the other's temperament. Her rich field knowledge was almost because she was hunted down by the patrol team every three and a half days, and so she had to learn.

But about survival in the wilderness and the woods, you really want to ask, she would definitely not say. She will definitely make up a thrilling and magnificent story for you-for example, she would say I once traveled across the continent and talked and laughed with the Elf King...

　　While they were talking, they had already walked way toward the deeper into the forest, and the surrounding trees grew denser, and the skylight that sprinkled through the canopy to the ground also appeared to be sparser.

　　Gawain raised his head. Between the shadowy branches, the giant sun was divided into fragments of light, as if an enormous plate was upside down in the sky, and the heat on his body seemed to be cooled some.

　　Betty, the weakest in physique, couldn't help but sneeze. She felt her hands were so cold that the pan almost fell to the ground.

　　Amber stopped spinning the dagger, she suddenly lowered her body, her light-colored eyes flashed with a vigilant look, she looked at Gawain, and exhaled as she spoke: "Do you think... temperature a little too low?"

Heidi's eyes suddenly flashed, and her fatigue was abruptly suppressed. She lifted her staff to the ground and uttered a spell quickly: Detect distortion.

　　This is general magic. It can be learned by the second level of the official mage. The magic masters up to the ninth level have corresponding spell models.

This spell has no offensiveness. Its function is to detect hidden things within a certain range. Energy phenomena, such as hidden magic traps or invisible energy fields. With the full cast, the magic can detect distortion can detect up to a level of energy traces higher than the caster's level, and Heidi is right now a three-level mage.

　　In terms of professional-level, Heidi, a third-level mage, is weaker than Byron, who has entered the middle level, but from the convenience and versatility of magic, her spells can play a greater role than combat.

　　As the magic of detecting distortion activated, Gawain found that there was fog around him.

　　No, that's not fog, but the energy of the spirit body that was hidden before and has been rich enough to affect the material world.

　　They gather from all directions, constantly enriching and becoming stronger. At this moment, they are so thick that it is almost impossible to see the trees dozens of meters away. In the rolling pale fog, we can be vaguely seen, a hazy shadow flashing past.

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

　　The little girl's eyes widened, tears almost streaming out. She nodded hard while clutching the pan in her hand.

　　Gao Wen couldn't help shaking his head: she was never scared to cry when she saw the dragon before, but she was so scared. She's really a silly person.

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

　　"Wraith mist, hell," Heidi gritted her teeth, "Why is there such a thing here?"

　　Gawain has found the corresponding knowledge in his memory. It is a thing that can be produced either naturally or artificially. Among them, the natural force is most common: where the shadow energy gathers and the undead wanders, 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, making it extremely common. However, this mist is invisible typically. it will form and grow in the spiritual world, and in the physical world, people can't even see a trace.

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

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

　　The thick fog will not appear until the moment their souls fall into the shadow world, and the mist occupies all their dying memories of victims.

　　It is also possible to artificially create a mist of wraiths, 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 dark psychics will not waste time on this...

　　Gawain drew out his pioneer sword, but he has made no attacks: Wraith's mist is very special. Although you will take damage as long as you enter its range, it will actually not attack actively from the beginning. Those mental fears are just an inherent attribute of the "negative environment". Only when the "thing" in the mist is disturbed it will become violent.

　　And the resentful spirits of the mist in the rage are difficult to deal with.

　　Gawain was not sure whether the mist had been disturbed, so he did not order an attack, but cautiously looked for the weak spots of the mist, and prepared to wait for an opportunity to break out, but just as he observing, a soft ethereal voice sound suddenly came into his ears from a certain direction deep in the fog.

　　Gawain immediately raised his long sword and swung it down in the direction where the sound came from. A dark red firelight broke away from the blade, splitting a faint image that emerged from the fog into two.

　　"a thing is running around in the fog and it is wearing a white suit!"