Ma Wen turned around and saw that there was no one behind him.
The strange voice seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
"Who's there?"
He asked loudly, his hands already on his scimitar.
His eyes were filled with vigilance. When the voice spoke, he did not sense it at all.
Then, there was only silence.
The voice did not appear again.
Ma Wen carefully checked the data panel and found that he was not affected by any illusions.
The voice did exist, but it was a little strange.
Marvin snorted coldly. He didn't care anymore and went straight into the logging forest.
He was not so timid that he would not dare to enter the forest after being scared.
…
The forest was dark and gloomy.
Compared to the Forest of Thousand Leaves, the trees in the logging forest were much taller.
But unlike the lush and vibrant forest where the elves lived, the trees in the logging forest were so tall that they were a little deformed.
The wrinkled bark looked like the faces of old people, strange and cold. It was very uncomfortable to look at.
He did not know how the lumberjacks worked in such an environment.
Ma Wen did not know anything about this forest. In fact, according to many intelligence agencies, the logging forest was on the same level of danger as the Wilderness, or even a level higher than the dead zone.
Therefore, he was still very cautious. In the beginning, he followed the river upstream.
There were many abandoned lumberjacks on both sides of the river. After all, it was a place where lumberjacks often worked, so it was not too dangerous.
Otherwise, normal humans would not have been able to survive here for long.
The only thing that annoyed Ma Wen was that the forest was boundless, and the bread crumbs disappeared at the entrance of the forest. It was very difficult to track the butterfly.
He followed the river and encountered some scattered humans along the way. They were lumberjacks who had their minds corrupted by chaotic magic.
Ma Wen did not show them any mercy.
This was how cruel the world was. If they couldn't endure it, they would become monsters. If they were allowed to roam around, they would only cause more harm to others.
Marvin sprinted all the way. Finally, he found a strange comb at the edge of a lumberyard.
"An elf comb."
The comb was placed between the lumberyard and the river, on top of a rock. It was very eye-catching.
It was obvious that this was a signal left behind by Butterfly.
Perhaps she had run out of bread crumbs, so she could only find another way for Ma Wen to track her.
"She knew I would go up the river …"
"She left bread crumbs and combs along the way, which proves that she was clear-headed when she was doing these things."
"What is this guy trying to do?"
However, no matter what, since he had obtained the marker, Ma Wen finally had a direction to continue his pursuit.
The next second, he activated Night Tracking without hesitation.
As expected, the thin red line in his field of vision pointed directly to the depths of the forest.
This time, Ma Wen had no choice but to leave the river and head deeper into the forest.
According to Night Tracking, Butterfly should not be far from him.
What was she doing?
Perhaps the answer to the mystery would soon be revealed.
However, just as Ma Wen was about to enter the depths of the forest, the gloomy voice rang out again.
『If I were you, I would not be misled by others』
『This forest is a land of death. Countless lumberjacks have died here, but the people of the outside world do not know about it』
『The Alliance only sees this as a place to make money, but they do not care about the lives of the people here. Trust me, if you enter, you will die』
Ma Wen abruptly turned around and looked around.
There was still no one here!
"Who are you?" Ma Wen asked in a low voice.
On the surface, he did not seem to be doing anything, but he had secretly activated [Earth Sense]!
In the next second, a series of living creatures appeared in Marvin's mind.
He could feel the salmon swimming in the river, the crabs crawling across the river, the floating weeds … as well as the hideous looking trees!
At that moment, he seemed to understand something.
Although the voice did not speak again, Ma Wen's gaze had already locked onto it!
It was an extremely ugly tree!
"And here I thought it was something …"
Ma Wen smiled and said, "So it's the [Whispering Dryad]"
The other party was still silent.
But it did not matter anymore. Ma Wen had figured out the source of the voice, and naturally, he would not be disturbed.
In fact, the Whispering Dryad was not a natural creature. It was said that it was a creature created by the Evil Dragon Tidomas, now the second lord of the Darkspirit World, using magic, curses, and tree refinement.
The Whispering Dryad did not have much attack power, and it could only scare you.
This kind of creature was rare in Fernand, but there were many of them in the forest.
The rumors about the devil must have been created by these dryads.
As the ruler of the night, Ma Wen naturally could not do anything to him, and could only continue to use threats.
This was their instinct.
But if one were to think about it in reverse, one would not think that no matter who planted these Whispering Dryads here, there must be a very big secret in this forest.
A secret that could not be told.
Ma Wen's curiosity suddenly increased.
He did not care about what the Whispering Dryad said, and directly rushed into the forest.
…
The gloomy forest might be uncomfortable for others, but it was a dark forest.
But for the ruler of the night and the Nightwalkers, it was like a fish in water.
Ma Wen's speed was not affected by the terrain at all.
After running for an hour, Ma Wen finally got close to his target.
"This guy can really run."
Ma Wen roughly estimated that he was definitely deep into the forest, and this area should be the core of the forest.
What was Die doing here?
With this in mind, Ma Wen continued to move forward.
There was a gap in the bushes not far away.
Ma Wen lightly crossed it.
The next second, a ruin under the cover of branches appeared in front of Ma Wen.
He was stunned.
Pieces of ancient inscriptions were scattered on the edge of the ruins.
Ancient and strange symbols appeared one after another in front of Ma Wen.
In the middle of the ruin, a broken altar seemed to be telling the story of the vicissitudes of time.
"This is …"
"This is a temple!"
Ma Wen suddenly felt a little thirsty.
The forest, the Five-Colored Dragon, the temple in the ruins …
All of this seemed familiar to him.
"It really is the [Wrath of the Dragon God]?"
He thought to himself, "Then this ruin is not only the temple of the Five-Colored Dragon God, but also his burial place …"
At this time, a hand suddenly patted his shoulder!
…
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