It was a luxuriant forest that was rarely seen in the Abyss. The trees were strangely shaped, and their dark green leaves were swaying on the branches.
Coupled with the haze in the sky, the forest looked like a ghost forest with monsters and monsters lurking in it, as written in a human's script.
For some reason, a large amount of gray mist began to spread from the center of the forest.
Not far away from the mist, two Gloom Butterflies were flapping their wings and scattering a large amount of poisonous powder that looked like colorful stars.
The sudden appearance of the grey mist quickly spread and the Gloomy Demon Butterfly was sucked into it without any warning.
The butterflies were still flapping their wings when they were trapped in the mist, but they soon fell to the ground without any signs of life. They were as dead as they could be.
The Gloom Butterflies weren't the only ones affected by the mist. The trees and plants nearby were also affected.
The trunks of the trees instantly withered, their dark green leaves withered, and the smelly flowers and plants drooped on the ground.
Even the fertile land had become barren in an imperceptible manner.
The mist continued to spread for about half a minute. Several dark figures suddenly appeared in the forest, and the source of the mist was shut off.
"Shopkeeper, the ground changed. I can feel some moisture in the ground! We're at our destination, right? "
It was Gregory, who had just left Yuantan Continent.
Angor nodded. They were still surrounded by the aura of death, but the connection between them and the earth was gone, which meant they had left Yuantan Continent.
He just didn't know if they had successfully reached Moliere's Land, or the Ancient Frigid Ruins in the outside world.
Holding Krando's black feather in his hand, Angor carefully moved forward.
Gregory and Bobota quickly followed him. The aura of death outside came from Golm's body, and only the feather in Angor's hand was immune to it.
Angor only took a few steps before he saw the dead Gloom Butterfly on the ground. It was a popular Abyss Bug among the witches, but it was already dead.
Soon, they stepped out of the area covered by the aura of death.
Angor put away the feather and looked around. They seemed to be in a dense forest.
Black and golden runes flashed under their feet as they flew toward the sky. Bobota and Gravu followed and looked down at the ground from the sky.
"What a familiar sky." He looked at the gray sky, which he had not seen for a long time, and smelled the fragrance of plants in the air. He felt a little emotional. After a while, he turned to Bobota and asked, "Did you see anything? Do you know anything about this place? "
Although Gregory was a native 'resident' of the Abyss, it had never been to the outermost layer of the Abyss and was not familiar with this place. Bobota, on the other hand, was familiar with this place since he came here many times for his unspeakable plan.
Bobota took a look and had an idea. "We should be in the center of the Ancient Frigid Ruins. I remember this forest. There's an underground cavern to the east. It's a common resting spot for those who travel through the Ancient Frigid Ruins. To the northwest is the Sacrificer Ridge, and to the south is the Gray Lamination Area. "
"Bobota, where are we going?"
Angor considered for a moment. "Come with me. We're going to Ice Valley."
There was no way Bobota could leave on his own, so Angor had to bring him along in case Bobota died on the way.
"If it's the Ice Valley, it's not far from here. Just fly north." Bobota nodded. He didn't mind where Angor was going, even if it was the cursed Ice Valley.
Angor looked at Gregory. "What about you? Where are you going? "
Gregory hesitated for a moment. "I'm going to take Lady Orucia's soul away and find a safe place to unseal it. After that, I'll be going with Lady Orucia —"
"I see. I hope everything goes well." Angor nodded. After spending several days with Gregory, Angor had a good impression of him.
"How long will you stay in Ice Valley, Mister?" Gregory suddenly asked.
"Should be some time. I need to wait for Toby's curse to be lifted," Angor replied. "What's the matter?"
"If time permits, I'll go to Ice Valley to find you in a few days." Gregory paused. "You promised me a trip."
Angor hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Alright."
While they were talking, they suddenly heard a commotion not far from them.
A dozen figures were flying toward them from a low altitude.
"Get her! She's hiding in the forest! "Angor heard someone's voice as they approached.
They were all humans, but they were wearing wizard robes of various colors, so he couldn't see their faces clearly. However, judging from the speed of their flight and the energy waves coming from their bodies, they should only be apprentices.
"Hey, there's a strange gray mist over there. She stopped! "The voice came again.
Angor saw the group of people hovering in the air not far from them.
"They're apprentices from small organizations. I recognize some of their robes. Moses Family, Breezy Valley, Magic Flute Monastery …" Bobota whispered into Angor's ear.
Angor nodded. He recalled Wardell's words. The man mentioned that Mori's Grief was quite lively these days. Did he mean this group of people?
When Angor looked at the newcomers, the apprentices also noticed him.
"Someone's over there?"
"Ignore him. He's as strong as us. Probably an apprentice from some organization."
"That's a demon with him, right? That dark-skinned kid? "
"No way. Even an imp is as strong as a wizard. It can't be following an apprentice. Maybe he's a half-blood demon from some foothold city."
They stopped looking at Angor after whispering to each other. Angor was glad to be ignored. However, an apprentice in a green robe observed Angor carefully. He seemed to have thought of something.
Angor had no idea what these people were doing, and he didn't want to get involved. He planned to leave. However, at this moment, an explosion suddenly sounded from the forest directly below them!
Intense flames accompanied by smoke drifted away.
A moment later, Angor looked down and saw a hole in the middle of the lush forest. A large number of trees were blown away, revealing the cratered ground below.
As the trees fell, Angor could see what happened below.
In an open space created by the explosion, there was a barefooted little girl wearing a tattered white dress. Her long black hair covered her face. In front of her, there were four or five Sorcerer-Apprentices heavily surrounding her. There were still energy ripples on the hands of these Sorcerer-Apprentices. It could be seen that the previous explosion was caused by them working together.
At this moment, the dozen or so apprentices in the sky also descended and surrounded the little girl.
Gregory saw this and spoke in a low voice, "Lady Orucia was right. Humans like to fight among themselves."
"They won't even let a child go." Gregory looked at the little girl who was about the same size as him with sympathy.
Angor didn't feel sorry for her. After all, the little girl survived such a powerful explosion without any injuries. She was not a "child" who couldn't fight back.
"Let's see where you're going! We kindly saved you in the Thorns Ridge. Not only did you not repay us, but you even dared to steal magic crystals, potions, and supplies while we were resting. Sure enough, you are an ungrateful wretch! "A female Apprentice descended from the sky and landed in front of the little girl, her eyes filled with resentment.
As the female apprentice cursed, the little girl immediately became the center of attention.
Angor finally understood what was going on. It was probably a show where they lost something and tried to catch the thief. As for whether the little girl was a thief or not, Angor didn't know. However, there were several single-use space capsules hanging from her waist, and they all looked different. It didn't seem like they belonged to her.
"It's not me. I didn't do it," said the little girl in a timid voice.
"Our space capsules are all on your waist. You dare say you didn't do it?"
"Give us our stuff!"
"Cut the crap. Just kill her!"
They kept pressing forward, while the little girl trembled and backed away. She was about to be engulfed by the aura of death.
Angor shook his head and ignored them. He turned to Gregory who was enjoying the show. "Bobota and I are leaving."
Angor didn't plan to watch the "show" Wardell mentioned. It didn't matter who was right or wrong. It had nothing to do with him. As for Gregory's "care for a child", it didn't work on Angor. In Gregory's eyes, children were just naughty brats.
Angor turned to leave. But suddenly, a powerful aura descended from the sky. At the same time, a green vine shot up from the ground and attacked Angor!
A wizard-level aura?!
Angor had been intimidated by such aura many times before. When he sensed this aura, he immediately panicked. But soon, he realized that although the pressure made his mind feel suppressed, it did not seem to have any shackles on his physical body.
He could still move!
"Is it because my body got stronger? That's why I'm not affected by the pressure?" he wondered.
But it was only a fleeting thought. The most important thing right now was to get away from the danger.
The black and golden runes under Angor's feet kept flashing. The vine looked aggressive, but it wasn't as fast as Angor. It swung at Angor several times but failed to touch him.
Just as he was about to escape the attack of the vines, countless thorns suddenly grew out of the vines.
The thorns were sharp and glowing in a green light.
"It's poisonous?" Angor quickly realized what was going on. He stepped forward, grabbed Bobota who couldn't move, and ran away as fast as he could.
At the same time, the thorns scattered everywhere.
There were so many of them that it looked like a giant net.
It was impossible to escape now. Angor frowned and dragged Bobota down.
The ground trembled and kicked up a large amount of dust.
Angor landed in the center of the crowd.
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