Open Your Quest Log Chapter 17

The mist is like milk mixed with water, lingering in the woods. Looking up, you will find that the clouds seem to be as low as the treetops, obscuring the sky and the light, making it impossible to tell where is the direction of the sunrise, and where is the curtain of sunset.

The sturdy fir trees are like giant pillars that are inserted into the clouds, one after another. From time to time, there will be an indescribable strange cry, abruptly sounded among the high treetops, in the deepest part of the fog. The voice was like the intimate whisper of a lover, and like a woman's cry at night, happily and whimpering, echoing in the woods.

A palm-sized "Purple Spodoptera" was lying on the thick trunk of a fir tree, struggling to **** the tree's sap. The sap of the fir trees in the misty forest is not the same as those of their compatriots outside. .

When the purple night moth flies, the edge of the wings will light up with a lavender light, and sprinkle a dot of fluorescent powder. After the fluorescent powder is inhaled by the animal, it will cause a spasm of the respiratory muscles in the body, causing the animal to suffocate to death, so few animals or monsters will provoke this beautiful creature with purple patterns all over its body.

But there are exceptions to everything in the world.

Suddenly, a pair of tiny claws grabbed the feeding purple night moth like lightning. The owner of the claws was a small pen-tailed jerboa. The inhalation and exhalation of this jerboa is not completed by the respiratory muscles, so it cannot produce a spasm response, which is also a disguised immunity to toxins.

The body of the pen-tailed jerboa is not much larger than that of the purple night moth. The moths fluttered fiercely, and the lavender fluorescence covered the surrounding air, making it extraordinarily gorgeous. The jerboa grabbed the moth's body with its claws, bit off the head of the purple night moth in one bite, and spat it on the ground. The prey fell silent, and the hunter began to enjoy the fruits of victory.

The jerboa suddenly stopped after taking a few bites, his big eyes looked into the blurry distance, and then, as if frightened, he picked up his prey and ran into the depths of the fog.

In the distance, a group of vague figures danced and twisted in the fog like ghosts. As the figures got closer and closer, the fog rolled and was torn apart, and five humanoids of different heights, shorts, fats and thins gradually emerged from the fog.

One of the male human beings walking in the middle of the team, wearing a tan robe with pale gold patterns, asked several of his companions, "I said, what is the strongest and strongest wine you have ever drunk? "

Walking at the front of the team was a sturdy Nord barbarian with tattoos on his forehead. He glanced at the few people behind him from the corner of his head, but did not speak, but vigilantly paid attention to the surrounding people. surroundings.

With the long sword in his hand, he split a "dead branch" that fell from the fir tree, the "dead branch" shrieked harshly when it landed, and then ran into the fog, spilling a green liquid; He stabbed to death a frog that was hiding in the bushes, not much smaller than a rabbit, picked up the dead frog and put it in a leather bag; he carefully avoided a cluster of mushrooms full of spores, And signaled everyone behind him not to step on it.

"Drinking?" A half-elf in the team said in surprise after circumventing the cluster of mushrooms, "I thought none of you mages would drink alcohol, and you have never drank in front of us before. It's hard to imagine what a drunk mage looks like, but then again, it must be interesting."

"It's also very dangerous." The barbarian at the front added.

"That's right!" The half-elf nodded solemnly, "A mage under normal circumstances is scary enough, and a drunk mage is more terrifying than a dragon whose treasure has been stolen. If the president of the Magic Association also drinks too much, guess what? Ha, is the second God-Slaughtering War about to start?"

"Although the president is great, he is not as great as the founder of the magic empire, the legendary wizard among the legendary wizards, the man who tears the magic net, the magic remodeler, the slayer of gods, the beacon of human advancement, and the wisdom of the multiverse. The Eye, the greatest Master Tal Rasha, is still a lot worse." The robed man said,

"It's a shame you can remember such a long list of titles." The half-elf exclaimed.

The barbarian adventurer walked to a fir tree, split the bark of the fir tree with a sword, looked at the crack in the bark, and then changed direction and continued to move forward.

The man in the robe followed in the footsteps of the barbarian adventurer and said with a smile, "Although this string of titles is very long, it is far from the more tongue-in-cheek magic spells and complicated circle symbols. By the way, I just now What are you going to say?"

"Drink." The half-elf suggested.

"Yes, wine! In fact, the mages are not completely drunk, but they do rarely get drunk. They need to be able to maintain a strong and sober mental force at any time, and they need to learn a vast knowledge of magic; it takes a lot of time to do it. Meditate to restore magic power and increase the total amount of magic power; you also need to complete tasks in the association to earn internal points, so time is very precious for them, and many low-level mages even squeeze the sleep time to the extreme , let alone a hangover."

A mage actually used "they" instead of "us" when introducing the group of mages, which made the barbarian adventurer feel a little weird.

The man in the tan robe said this and suddenly paused. Following the barbarian adventurer's instructions, he picked a thick leaf from a strange tree next to him and put it in his mouth. The others did the same. .

"Well, that's not bad!" The plump mint-scented juice shocked the robe man, and then continued, "More importantly, mages don't like this kind of chaotic and uncontrolled feeling. Believe me, Order is always in the first place in the beliefs of this group of mages. And this order obviously includes their own bodies and consciousness."

"The juice in this leaf suddenly makes me want to smoke. It's okay to smoke here." He asked the barbarian adventurer who was at the forefront.

After getting an affirmative answer, the brown-robed speaker took out the pipe, lit the tobacco, took a deep breath, and exhaled the smoke into the fog, and the two gases merged with joy.

He continued on the previous topic, "Mages rarely drink, but that doesn't mean they don't drink. They usually add a little sweet plum wine to the energy potion to dilute the weird taste of the potion. .Ester, you know, the weird smell in the energy potion is really bad."

The half-elf nodded and did not refute this statement. Obviously, the strange smell was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"And my colleagues drink energy potions so often that the city-state of Muya buys a large amount of sweet plum wine and ships it to the floating city of Al-Safir. But for me, sweet plums The wine is still too light, and the wine tastes more like juice than wine.”

"The wine made from fruit can also have a high degree of concentration." The half-elf said, "In the holy land of the elves 'Losrollin', there is a fruit wine brewed with gooseberry and magic vine juice. It is slightly sour and slightly sweet. It doesn't feel like much, but a small glass will make you drunk for three days!"

"No, no, no, my good Estelle, the purpose of drinking is not to get drunk." The robed man smiled, "but to taste, to taste the wonderful feeling of the wine blooming in the mouth. I used to prefer adding a Nord specialty, a red spirit called 'Tiha', to my energy potion. UU read www.uukanshu.com Do you know 'Tiha'? Our good guide, Lord Barrett ." he asked the Nord walking at the front.

I am not Your Excellency, Barrett murmured to himself. As a Nord, how could I not know "Tiha", but we Nords prefer to call it "Blood of Orcs" rather than this tasteful name. And rather than talking about the topic of wine, I prefer to focus on the surrounding environment.

"I know." He answered simply.

At this time, the barbarian adventurer and the vulgar novel and his party have been in the foggy forest for most of the day. Apart from the initial discomfort caused by the fog, Old Will and the others quickly got used to the weirdness in the forest. ambience. After all, this is a very strong team of adventurers, and it is very adaptable to various situations.

In fact, Barrett doesn't really like this kind of adventurous atmosphere, which is a little funny, but at first he positioned himself as a hired person with a commission, and the other party was not a newcomer who didn't understand anything, so he didn't want to think about it. Interfere more with the adventurous habits of the group of 'dirty novels'; secondly, everyone is still walking in the outermost periphery of the foggy forest, and it is unlikely that there will be unexpected situations.

According to the normal travel speed, it is generally relatively safe to travel to the foggy forest for two to three days. The Golden Clover Knights of the Mist Castle will carry out a wide-scale sweep of various beasts and monsters in this distance at regular intervals. On the one hand, it is convenient to maintain the safety of the Mist Castle itself, and on the other hand, it is Search and collect valuable resources near you.

And if adventurers want to gain something, in addition to hoping for good luck like "gold coins fall from the sky", they can only go deeper into the misty forest.

Chapter end