Open Your Quest Log Chapter 31

The night continues; the dawn has not yet come.

After the battle with the wolves, at this time, Barrett and the group of "Dirty Novels" had left the messy and disrespectful campsite, and were groping forward in the dark forest.

There will be a banquet in the camp soon, but it is not clear which "guests" will come. Barrett wondered whether the twenty-odd winter wolf carcasses would satisfy the appetites of the guests. If there was not enough food, they might devour each other.

The corpses in the forest never rot, because they will be wiped out before that time.

Barrett tried his best to identify the direction at night, relying on some special plants and his unique intuition trained by adventure in the forest all the year round to lead the crowd forward. Yes, intuition, sometimes important, that Barrett learned from his dwarf companion.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air, and Barrett couldn't tell where the smell came from, at least not from them. Although after a war, everyone was more or less stained with blood (except Old Will), but their clothes were clean at this time, because Old Will used 'cleansing' to clean them up Some bloodstains and filth on the body.

When Barrett saw that his leather armor, which had been dyed with the blood of the Winter Wolf, was restored to its original silver-blue color in an instant under the influence of magic, he was really stunned. How could magic still do this?

In an instant, the barbarian had a new idea in his mind - when my gold coins fill the cowhide pocket again, I must buy a magic accessory with this kind of 'cleansing'!

No, you should still buy a space ring first. After all, rings are more convenient than bags in terms of carrying and use. Just that price...

"Purification—one of the spells invented by the Association in recent years, a small zero-level spell." Barrett remembered what Old Will said at the time, "The invention of every spell, even the lowest-level zero-level spell, It's a long and dangerous process. I didn't expect those high-level guys to invent this kind of thing... um, how to describe it?"

After the war, Old Will took out his heather pipe again and thought about it while smoking.

"To invent such a spell that is so close to life. Yes, close to life!" Barrett clapped his hands happily when he saw the 200-year-old mage, and seemed very satisfied with the adjective he found.

The mage was puffing smoke, and the fire was flickering in the pipe, "This is really surprising. I thought those people would desperately study the lower-level, more lethal spells. Or put the fireball The classic spells like magic are improved. For example, let the fireball explode and then use the overflowing elemental energy to summon a living flame from the center of the explosion. Believe me, if it is not because they have not yet overcome how to form a summoning circle after the explosion If this is a problem, I am afraid that the current fireball technique has already changed its name. What is it called? Fireman technique? Fireball man? Living fireball? Well, the name is not bad!"

Barrett doesn't care about this, he just marvels at how omnipotent magic can be!

With the 'cleansing technique', the mages seem to have spared the need to take a bath, which is really convenient. Barrett doesn't like to take a bath. He often only takes a bath once a month. No adventurer likes to take a bath, because it's a hassle, a lot of trouble! Have to fetch water, or find a clear river...

River, bath, the carcass of a red-haired girl jumped into Barrett's mind again. He frowned, gathered his thoughts, and focused on finding a place to rest again.

Occasionally, from the dark depths, came the whimper of some creature in agony, as if life were in the last struggle; or somewhere thick leaves rustled as they approached, as if something were about to jump out of it; Or in the gap between the trees, a pair of green or orange vertical pupils are quietly dormant...

A vine stretched out from the shadows of the treetops, and that movement was as quiet and gentle as the hands of a lover. It wrapped around Barrett's neck, wanting some private intimacy, but was cut off by the barbarian with the sword of 'Iron Bride'.

"I already have the Lord," Barrett said in his heart, touching the hilt of the sword.

This is just an insignificant episode along the way. Their journey was not smooth, and they were harassed by all kinds of strange things. The ogre even fell into a deep "trap". The big man was buried in the trap for half of his body. It took a lot of effort to get up.

It is said to be a trap. In fact, in Barrett's opinion, it should be a hole dug by some kind of creature. It is fine for other people to walk through it, but this does not mean that the hole can hold the ogre and its full body armor. tonnage.

The half-elf also found a vague shadow hidden behind a tree trunk not far away, staring straight at them, which made the half-elf feel a little uncomfortable, but he saw that neither Barrett nor the gnome cared about it, so Take it easy too. However, for safety reasons, he still gestured to Barrett.

"An ordinary ferocious ape won't attack unless it has the brain of a winter wolf." Barrett said to the half-elf, who had discovered the monkey long ago. "If it's a four-armed ape, we only need to worry about it. Although they are all monkeys, the four-armed ape is stronger, more violent, and cold-blooded, but this kind of creature is no longer visible in the foggy forest."

The only known four-armed ape in the forest, 'Caesar', has been beheaded by Barrett's sword, which is something the barbarians are very proud of.

"The forest at night seems particularly dangerous." The half-elf lowered his voice.

"It's early spring, and those creatures that only come out in winter are probably going to burrow back into their lair to go to sleep soon," Barrett explained, "but before going to bed, these guys will have to eat a big meal after all. , after all, for the next half a year, they may not be able to eat. And those guys who have just woken up from hibernation are starving."

"One wants to fill his stomach, and the other wants to save energy." The half-elf was amused by this. "The role of food is really not easy to play."

In contrast, the 'feeder' is much simpler, Barrett said silently in his heart. "So early spring and late autumn are the most violent times in the forest, and the danger is higher than other seasons. Of course, except for winter." Ordinary people cannot survive in the foggy forest in winter, even for a day.

"The foggy forest does have a unique charm and meaning of existence." Old Will took over the topic, "If we didn't have this beautiful and eerie forest, if we wanted to complete this task and find some live frost worms, we would only You can go all the way north, through the Nords, through the barren lands of orcs and giants, and find them in the permafrost tundra, the northernmost point of the continent. Believe me, no one wants to go there, except A few ice species, only pale and cold there."

"When the temperature gets warmer, where will those cold creatures like winter wolves and frost worms go in the forest?" the half-elf asked again, "underground?"

"Most of them should be." Barrett's tone was not so sure, "except underground, there is no other known place for so many kinds and numbers of creatures to hide. Some people think that a parallel plane is connecting this forest. , every time the seasons change, the planes will open and the creatures will rotate in turn. But this statement is too bizarre, beyond the imagination of most people. More importantly, no one really cares about these things, at least adventurers Won't."

"The Magic Association should know something." The half-elf glanced at the mages in the team.

"There is a possibility, but it is only a possibility." Old Will nodded, "This forest is very unique, I don't believe that the mages in the floating city will hold back their curiosity. UU Reading www.uukanshu .com However, to safely conduct a comprehensive survey of the Misty Forest, it is estimated that those high-level wizards with at least level seven can do it. Most of the wizards of this level are mixed in other planes of the multiverse. Compared to the entire vast multiverse, this forest and its hidden secrets are still too small."

"Hey, Moglock is hungry!" The ogre suddenly interrupted the conversation, and said in a loud voice, "Is that edible?" It pointed to a fist-sized snail on the tree trunk beside it, and swallowed .

This guy's eyes are also very good, Barret said in his heart. He stepped forward and took a closer look, then took the big snail down from the tree and handed it to the ogre, "You can't eat it raw, it will make your limbs twitch, but it's fine to bake it."

Striped snails are occasionally caught and eaten by adventurers when there is not much food. This kind of snail is actually not bad, but many adventurers, including Barrett, are not very willing to accept it.

"Bake it, like clams?" the ogre asked.

"It's like clams. But it shouldn't be easy to fill your stomach with it."

"Moglock likes to eat the shell." The ogre swallowed again, "Moglock will find more!"

The big man did what he said, he changed his usual lack of interest in everything, and focused all his attention on the surrounding environment. And with the help of the dwarf on its shoulder, the ogre really found a lot of striped snails.

The group moved forward cautiously in the darkness. Soon after, several long and rugged low mountains gradually emerged from the darkness, and at the bottom of the hill opposite them, a dark cave was straight. to the crowd.

Chapter end