When Apo requested Romuona and Olga to stay close to the church, a group of strangers came to the northern part of the Forest of the Dead — a group of strangers who were unfamiliar with the forest.
This group of people took a boat from the southern strait to the western part of the Sea of Darkness. They disembarked at a remote port in the northern part of the Forest of the Dead and directly entered the Forest of the Dead.
In the beginning, it was a group of more than a hundred people. There were carriages carrying goods and attendants lined up in a row as they continuously entered the forest.
After a few days, the group of more than a hundred people was reduced to half. The carriages stopped and no longer continued to follow. After a few more days, the group was reduced to half again. This time, it was the warriors of Black Iron rank and below who stopped and walked on the carriages that were already on their way back …
In the end, there were only six people left. The large group of more than a hundred people was reduced to a small team that continued to advance into the depths of the Forest of the Dead. These few people were actually the important figures of this trip.
The reason why the people and carriages who were left behind couldn't continue to follow was because if they continued to move forward, they were afraid that their lives would be in danger.
Although it was almost winter, the temperature in the northern part of the Forest of the Dead was obviously much lower than the other places that were also affected by the cold wind.
The temperature here was abnormally low. A thick white fog pervaded the forest. If this fog was inhaled into the body, it would make people feel cold and wouldn't be able to recover for a long time.
Many people in the group who were left behind fell sick because of inhaling this cold fog and lost their ability to fight.
However, they had only inhaled the thinner white mist.
At the location where these six people were now, this fog wasn't as simple as infecting people with cold.
In this fog where one couldn't even see their own fingers, these six people could see the surrounding trees and vegetation as if they were covered with a layer of white frost. The green was covered by the white, and only the traces of exposed emerald green could be vaguely seen.
The Forest of the Dead was originally a dark place. With the addition of this thick fog, even if it was daytime, it was as if they were in the night.
At the back of the group was a knight in light armor. He wore a helmet that exposed the upper half of his face. His eyes were exposed, and the fog did not invade his eyes. They were bright and full of vigor, as if there were flames in his pupils, protecting him from being blinded by the fog.
He took out a torch from the luggage on his horse and was about to light it when the man in front of him turned around and stopped him.
"It's best not to start a fire."
The knight stopped lighting the fire, but he didn't put down the torch. "This is an everlasting torch that I bought with some money. It only needs a little flame. The magic flame burning on the torch will not be extinguished no matter in a storm or a heavy rain, or even in this environment."
The one who called out to the young knight was an old horseman. He was wearing a thick robe without any protection, but there was a two-handed sword hanging on his back. The blade of the sword was as thick as a wooden plank instead of a sword.
"Put away your smart-ass little toy.
It's because it won't go out, so I can't let you light it up. "
"Why?" The young knight asked.
"Because the flame in your hand will attract those things, idiot." The old man with the heavy sword said.
The young knight just shrugged, but still put the torch back. "You're too careful, old captain."
"Use your muscle-filled brain to think about where we are now."
The old man who was called old captain snorted a few times, "This fog is getting thicker and thicker. We're already very close to that Spiritual Body Demon … … and those undead under the Spiritual Body Demon."
Spiritual Body Demon, this was indeed a name that could make people feel fear. Even the most powerful warrior would tremble when facing such an existence.
No one would doubt the strength of the Spiritual Body Demon because most people didn't even have the chance to face it. They were directly blocked outside the fog in this forest. Those who dared to force their way in would die in this fog and turn into a corpse covered in frost. Perhaps they would be fancied by the Spiritual Body Demon and become its chess piece or toy … …
However, there were also people with extraordinary strength who could break into this fog and get close to the Spiritual Body Demon's true body.
Perhaps the Spiritual Body Demon's true body didn't exist anywhere. Perhaps this fog was the Spiritual Body Demon's true body, but no one knew the truth.
"You're too cautious," the young knight said.
Because of his respect for the old man and the etiquette that had been cultivated for many years, he didn't dare to say that the old man was "too timid." However, the meaning behind his words was actually the same, at least to him.
"You haven't seen a Spiritual Body Demon, so you don't know how terrifying it is." The old man sighed and shook his head, "Ignorance makes you fearless."
"No, I'm not fearless because I'm ignorant."
A smile appeared on the young knight's face. He looked at the front of the group with a burning gaze, "With that lord in front of me, even if there's an army of tens of thousands of pagans in front of me, I won't be afraid."
The young knight's burning emotions seemed to have materialized. In this space surrounded by white fog, it seemed to have turned into a ball of fire.
The old man could clearly feel all of this. That gaze was so passionate that it made his back feel like it was on fire.
He sighed and turned his head back, continuing to look forward.
In front of the old man were two people wearing long robes and cloaks. Whether it was their bodies or their faces, everything was hidden under their clothes. They were wrapped up tightly.
Occasionally, there would be coughs coming from the front. It was unknown which one of them was so weak.
The old man was not a mage, but the two people in front of him were without a doubt, as long as the magic staffs on their backs and the magic books at their waists were not for show.
"Are you all alright?
Mage Medic? "The old man shouted at the people in front of him.
The mage in front of the old man turned around. The old man could only see the mage's eyes and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. Other than that, his entire face was covered by cloth. "Thank you for your concern, Captain.
This is an old problem of mine. You don't have to worry about it. It won't affect my spellcasting and chanting. "
"That's good, Mage Medic," said the old man, "This place is very inauspicious. I hope you'll be careful."
"I know better than you, Captain," replied Mage Medic.
"This thick fog is already very unsettling … This is the condensation of magic and the aura of death. It's not real fog at all.
If this thing is sucked in without any precautions, I'm afraid that everything about you will be exposed to the eyes of the spiritual demons. "
"I don't think anyone who's still by that lord's side would be so weak," said the old man.
Medic was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud. His laughter came from the cloth, soft and dull.
"Yes, as long as we follow that lord in front of us, even if we face spiritual demons, I don't think there will be too much of a problem."
Whether it was the young knight or the old mage, in this world that was fixed in place by the white fog, there was only one person who did not feel any uneasiness or fear. They even had the luxury of … and the explosion of a certain someone's burning emotions.
That person was right at the front, and there was a female knight by his side.
The female knight was an elf. She wore leather armor with carvings. Underneath the leather armor was a tight black garment, which accentuated her body perfectly.
There were two scars on the elf's face. They looked like two claw marks, stretching from the left side of her forehead to the right side of her mouth.
However, even with the terrifying scars, it was obvious that she was a beautiful elf. That thin sharp chin, slightly thin cheeks, and those bright eyes and slender eyebrows … all told others that she was an elf who was not ugly. She was an elf who could attract people's attention.
However, all of this seemed to be ruined by the two scars. Moreover, the cold expression on her face made it difficult for people to focus on her appearance again.
Beside the female knight, there was another person riding a horse forward, side by side.
This was a person who covered himself more thoroughly than anyone else. A gray robe wrapped around his slender body. What was exposed at the sleeves was not skin, but layers of black cloth.
Under the wide hood, the face was also wrapped in black cloth. Even the eyes were not spared. However, this person was still riding a horse and did not need anyone's help. Moreover, he was facing forward as if he could still see, even though his eyes were covered.
The cloth wrapped around the head made it impossible to see his appearance. Only the rough outline could be seen. At least this was not something strange. Perhaps it was a human, or … an elf.
The female elf said to the tightly wrapped person, "I don't like the restless brat behind. His stupid gaze gives me goosebumps on my back."
"There's one good thing for you. It's not looking at you," the person who did not reveal her face replied.
Although the cloth made the voice a little muffled and distorted, the voice belonged to a female.
"Weilin, I've told you many times. Be more tolerant of children. Don't treat children the way you treat adults."
"That brat is already an adult, Master."
The female elf called Weilin replied. It seemed that she did not intend to take back her words. "That gaze is too rude to the Black Water Cavalry."