The Nameless Forest.
In this undeveloped area far from the center of civilization, similar nameless areas could be seen everywhere. Although all the land had a lord, not all the land could be developed.
The kingdom did not have the manpower and material resources to develop the border areas near the Gondor wasteland, and because the elves helped the humans build a magnificent wall that surrounded the entire Gondor wasteland with the sentinel towers as a node, the modern countries did not need to hoard too many troops at the border to deal with the monsters that occasionally wandered from the wasteland, so the border fell into a vicious cycle of continuous decline.
There was not only one way to go from Cecil's territory to Tanzania Town in the north, but passing through the forest and taking the official road was the shortest one. If they chose another route, they would either have to go around the entire area or pass through a more dangerous area, which was not a wise choice.
The deeper they went into the forest, the dimmer the sky became, and the thick piles of rotten leaves on the ground became more annoying. Although this was not a big forest, the wild growth of the forest that was not disturbed by human interference really opened Gwen's eyes. In his previous life, he lived in a man-made forest made of reinforced concrete, and for many years after his transmigration, he could only see the world from a distant perspective. At this moment, when he set foot in it, he realized that his imagination of the natural environment was still too shallow.
Fortunately, he was gradually getting used to this body, which had strong physical strength and comprehensive qualities, so it was easier for him to face the challenge of surviving in the wilderness. Beside him, Byron, Knight, and Amber had no lack of experience in passing through mountains and forests, so the journey was not that bad.
But Heti would have to suffer a little. Even if the Cecil family had declined, it was still a noble family with a long history and direct loyalty to the king. Heti, who was born in the family, was a proper lady. In the noble circle, this lady could be said to be well-tempered and tough, but in the face of the challenge of nature, she still needed some experience.
Moreover, a mage's stamina couldn't possibly be that strong.
Rebecca's performance surprised Gwen. The girl, who looked like a high school girl from Earth, did not fall behind. She ran as fast as the tall soldiers in the forest where there were no roads at all. Gwen asked curiously. Rebecca was a little embarrassed when she answered, "I was crazy when I was young. I always ran around like a boy. I even went into the forest to explore. At that time, I hadn't shown any magical talent yet. My father thought that I might be trained to be a Knight … but he was greatly disappointed. But even though I can't walk the same path as Knight, I still pay attention to my training. After all, the ancestral teachings say that to become a lord who can protect his people, he must first have a strong body … "
Gwen nodded silently. Although this great granddaughter of the N + 1 floor sometimes acted as if her head had been crushed by a door, she was still quite honest and upright.
This was rare in the noble circle.
The great granddaughter of the N + 1 floor, who was almost out of breath, should learn from her.
"There may be some monsters in the depths of this forest, but they won't be very strong." Byron Knight used his long sword to pick up a black thing from the ground. The thing slowly turned transparent at the tip of his sword and gradually dissipated in the air. "The shadow element is rich. There should be a natural magic focus in the center of the forest, but it should be the weak kind."
"Definitely weak." Amber was twirling a small delicate dagger in her hand. She looked around as she spoke. "If there really is a high-quality magic focus, this forest would have been declared as their territory by the Secret Spell Society or the Astromancer Association since ancient times. And look at the plants around … there are no obvious changes. This shows that the concentration of elements here can't even affect the plants. "
Gwen looked at the two wilderness survival experts, a little surprised. "You seem to know a lot?"
Rebecca glanced at Byron and said, "Before serving my father, Uncle Byron used to be a mercenary."
Byron did not seem to be used to talking about the past. "It's all in the past, my lady."
Amber twirled the dagger in her hand even more happily. "Hey, you look like you've been through a lot. Who doesn't have a past?"
Although the half-elf lady's face was full of "My past is also very powerful, so come and ask me if I'm good" expression, Gwen did not intend to play along with her performance at all. Just from this short one and a half day of contact, he had enough to understand the other party's temperament. Her rich wilderness knowledge was most likely due to the fact that she was hunted down by the patrolling team every few days, and had no choice but to dive into the wilderness to survive. But if you really asked her, she would definitely not say that. She would definitely make up a thrilling and magnificent story for you, such as once traveling the entire continent and chatting happily with the Elf King, or something like that …
As they spoke, they had already walked deeper into the forest. The surrounding trees grew thicker and thicker, and the sunlight that shone through the treetops to the ground also became more sparse.
Gawain raised his head. Between the shadowy branches, the huge sun had been split into tiny specks of light. It was as if a huge plate had been turned upside down in the sky, and the sunlight that shone on him seemed even colder.
Betty, who had the weakest constitution, could not help but sneeze. She felt that her hands were so cold that she almost dropped the pan on the ground.
Amber stopped twirling the dagger. She suddenly lowered her body, a pair of light-colored eyes flashing with vigilance. She looked at Gwen and exhaled a white breath as she spoke. "Don't you think … the temperature is a bit too low now?"
All of a sudden, Heidi's eyes lit up. She suppressed the tiredness that she had felt during the journey. She raised her staff and slammed it on the ground. At the same time, she quickly recited an awkward spell: Detect Distortion.
This was a common spell that could be learned by official mages starting from level two. There was a corresponding spell model for mages all the way up to level nine. This spell had no offensive properties. Its function was to detect hidden energy phenomena within a certain range, such as hidden magic traps or invisible energy fields. In the case of a complete spell, Detect Distortion could detect traces of energy up to a level higher than the spellcaster's level. Heti was a level three mage.
In terms of profession level, Heti, a level three mage (the peak of the low order) was weaker than Byron, who had already entered the middle order (although he was only at the initial stage). But from the perspective of convenience and generality of magic, her spells could play a greater role than force.
With the effect of Detect Distortion activated, Gwen found that there was fog around them.
No, it was not fog, but the previously hidden spiritual energy that was rich enough to affect the physical world.
It gathered from all directions, constantly enriched and strengthened. At this moment, it was so thick that it was almost impossible to see the trees dozens of meters away. And in the rolling pale fog, some hazy shadows could be faintly seen flashing by.
Betty widened her eyes in horror and was about to scream, but Gwen covered her mouth and said, "Shh, don't make a sound. It will alarm the things in the fog."
The little girl's eyes were wide open, and tears almost flowed out. She clutched the pan in her hand and nodded hard.
Gwen could not help but shake his head. She did not cry when she saw the Giant Dragon, but now she was so scared. Everyone's weaknesses were really different.
"What are these things?" Rebecca was also a little scared. She clenched her staff, and there were some small sparks jumping on the tip of the staff. "When were we surrounded by … by these things?"
"The Mist of Wraiths, damn it." Heti gritted her teeth. "Why is there such a thing here?"
The Mist of Wraiths, Gwen had found the corresponding knowledge in his memory. It was a product that could be produced naturally or artificially. Naturally, it was more common: in places where the shadow energy gathered and where the undead wandered, the Mist of Wraiths had a very low probability of appearing. It was part of the shadow environment, but it was affected by the aura of the undead and became very destructive. However, this kind of fog was invisible after it appeared. It would form and grow in the spiritual world, but in the physical world, people could not even see a trace of it.
Unless the victim had stepped into the depths of the fog.
It would slowly kill the victim unknowingly, through the process of low temperature, illusion, and fear that invaded the mind to complete the process. If ordinary people mistakenly entered it, most of the time, they would not understand what happened until they died because they could not see anything until they died.
The thick fog would not appear until the moment their souls fell into the shadow realm, and all their memories would be taken over.
It was possible to artificially create the Mist of Wraiths, but the conditions were too harsh, and the requirements for the spellcaster were very high. The effect was not as good as most spells of the same level, so the shady spiritualists would not waste their time on it.
Gwen had drawn his Sword of the Pathfinder, but he did not attack. The Mist of Wraiths was very special. Although people would be hurt as long as they entered its range, in fact, it would not actively attack at first. The damage was just its inherent attribute as a "negative environment". Only when the "thing" in the fog was disturbed, it would go berserk.
And the berserk Mist of Wraiths was very difficult to deal with.
Gwen was not sure whether the Mist of Wraiths had been disturbed, so he did not order an attack. Instead, he cautiously looked for the weak point of the Mist and was ready to break out. But just as he was doing so, a soft, ethereal laughter suddenly came into his ears from somewhere in the depths of the Mist of Wraiths.
Damn it, I was fooled by the Mist!
Gwen immediately raised his sword and swung it in the direction of the sound. A dark red flame separated from the blade and a vague image emerged in the Mist of Wraiths into two.
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