Barrett and his party walked along the traces left by the frost worms. There were overwhelmed bushes and grasses everywhere. The frost worms rampaged wildly in the forest, at least saving them the trouble of re-opening the road.

The barbarian took a deep breath of air. There was a smell of corruption and freshness intertwined in the forest, and he also felt the cold and dampness that tingled his nose. With his enhanced keen vision, he could even see the little buds of a bluebird in the distance. This solar term is not the season when bluebirds bloom, but, how can I put it, this is a foggy forest after all.

"What do you mean, if there is no fog, the temperature here is no different from the outside?" Old Will walked in the middle of the line, smoking his pipe that never seemed to leave his mouth.

The shredded tobacco was as red as a volcano, and smoke was constantly spewing out, but there was no magma.

Barrett was still walking at the front of the team, he glanced at the mage sideways, and continued to move forward, "You can say that, Master Mage, because someone has experienced it personally." He stroked the hilt of the 'Iron Bride' with his left hand. , The rough straps on it are tight and sweat-absorbent, and they fit comfortably in the palm of your hand. "The Bay of Pigs once had an adventurer known as Theodore Jumping Face, and he was the only known person to have escaped from the foggy forest in winter."

"Oh? I have a hunch that this is another good story." The half-elf walked behind Barrett, light and agile, "The famous writer Yaris Eyre once wrote a very famous book on A novel with an adventurer as the protagonist - "Living Like Fred", I recommend you to read it when you have the chance. On the title page of the book, he wrote this paragraph: 'Every qualified adventurer, It's all a wonderful collection of stories'."

"This person knows adventurers very well." Barrett nodded, "If I have the chance, I will read his book." He said casually, and in a blink of an eye he forgot the title of the book. This is undoubtedly an excuse. After coming out of his hometown, Barrett has never read any book in its entirety.

Oh, that's not right. It should be said that I haven't read any "serious" book in its entirety. At least the two widely circulated love books "The Duchess of Ovira" and "The Merry Mage Wood's Biography" have been studied many times.

In the night, in the tent of thorns, in the arms of those lovely ones.

"Hey, gentlemen, let's put the topic of literature aside for now." Old Will's voice came from behind again, "We are adventurers, not bards who like to use it to attract the attention of the opposite sex. Poets, or those young aristocrats who have nothing to do with literature and romance. Let's get back to that adventurer called 'Tumbling Face', I wonder how he got out of the winter foggy forest alive from."

Old Will's interest in the fog in the forest seems to be getting higher and higher, which is not surprising, after all, the wandering mage is also a member of the mage.

"As you wish." Barrett looked around, and while continuing to move forward, he started his speech, "There are many adventurers in the Bay of Pigs who go to the fog in the days when winter just comes. Forest. This is undoubtedly an extremely dangerous act, but the first harvest of winter is also often more abundant than that between winter and spring, which is now. Theodore is one of these outlaws ."

Outlaws? In fact, we are all, Barrett thought to himself. He took another deep breath of the cold mist, "but unfortunately, due to some accidents, Theodore and his team were separated during that adventure. At that time, the winter in the misty forest had come. I believe that. I, Master Mage, in the real winter of the forest, the biting winter fog makes even the Mage shiver, and even magic cannot completely resist it."

The barbarian adventurer squatted down again to check the traces along the way, picked up a branch from the overwhelmed grass, and put it in front of his eyes to take a closer look. He held the branch in his hand, got up and moved on, continuing the story just now.

"Theodore wasn't the first adventurer to get lost in the woods in winter, and certainly won't be the last. No adventurer ever survived winter fog like that, no! The rest of his party thought that Theodore was long dead, like those who had been lost in the forest, into the belly of some creature in the forest and became a frozen lump of excrement as hard as a stone. No one cared about that , there are no sad people. I don’t know what will happen to the adventurers of the Muya city-state as the center of the mainland, but this is the Bay of Pigs, this is the adventurer of the Bay of Pigs.” Barrett turned around and shrugged at the people behind him. lower shoulder.

Old Will took the pipe out of his mouth and pondered, "Adventurers in Muya city-state may be more civilized, after all, the great floating city is just above their heads." He was talking about 'floating city' At that time, there was an unconscious reverence in his tone. "But that's all. As for the nature of adventurers, there is no difference between the two places."

Barrett could vaguely understand what Old Will meant by the 'adventurer essence', but when he asked him to use words to describe it in detail, he felt a blur in his mind.

"But he survived, didn't he, unexpectedly survived," the half-elf said. Barrett increasingly felt that he was not a good listener. "I mean 'jump face'."

The barbarian turned his head and glanced at the half-elf named Estelle, and continued, "Yes, more than a month later, when everyone had forgotten about it, Theodore suddenly appeared on the walls of the Mist Castle. Down, his skin was festering, his body was covered with severe frostbite, and he was in a coma by the city gate. Fortunately, the guards of the Golden Clover Knights on the city wall found him in time."

"How did he survive?" Old Will asked again. The pure white smoke diffused along his breath, thicker than the fog in the forest, but it didn't last long, and it dissipated cleanly in an instant, leaving no trace.

Such questions are the correct way to listen to the story, rather than directly stating the results. "Theodore told the crowd about his magical experience in the forest afterwards," Barrett said. "According to 'Face', the first two days when he was separated from his companions were better. The forest was The temperature inside was barely tolerable. 'Tumbling Face' put on the leather jacket on his body and washed the fur inside to preserve the temperature. But on the third day, the fog suddenly became thicker, and the temperature in the forest instantly became hotter. Like a leech in the water, the mist drilled into any of Theodore's exposed skin; like a sharp sword, it cut through Theodore's heavy clothes and brought him the cold that could freeze his soul. …”

"Actually, the leech will not burrow into the skin." The half-elf interjected again.

"What?" Barrett wondered.

"I mean, the leech will not burrow into the skin, it will only attach to the surface of the skin, sucking a lot of blood, but it will not burrow in." The half-elf explained, "So this analogy is not accurate."

The barbarian looked at Eslite with a blank expression, "Sorry, that's what Theodore said, you can't expect an ordinary adventurer to be as knowledgeable as you, or your Master Mage."

"My fault." The half-elf smiled, "You continue."

Barrett sighed and continued, "In less than a glass of wine, Theodore was covered in frostbite. His skin became pale and shriveled, and the blue blood vessels were highlighted. Immediately afterwards, the skin began to chapped and festered. He couldn't even tell whether it was the festering or the frostbite that occurred first. The needle-like pain spread all over his body, and Theodore screamed, using his remaining reason to force himself forward. Running. At that time he couldn't tell the direction, just stumbled and didn't want to let himself fall."

"He should be a very persevering person." Old Will commented, "We all know that in that situation, as long as he falls, he is unlikely to stand up again."

"Yes, you're right." Barrett turned his head and gestured to Old Will, "but in the circumstances at the time, perseverance alone was not enough, and more importantly, luck. I have to say, West Otto is a lucky man."

Or did the forest favor him, as it favors me? Barrett thought, "Fortunately, just before he fell to the ground as an unnamed corpse, he found a cave. According to his description at the time, the cave should be similar to the frostworm cave I encountered before. Too much." Barrett described, "Theodore mustered his last remaining strength, staggered into the cave, and passed out at the entrance of the cave."

"When Theodore woke up again, he found a strange thing..." Barrett said this and paused.

"A strange thing?" Old Will asked in a tacit understanding.

"Yes, a thing that many adventurers may notice, but no one cares about." Barrett said, "The fog is still thick, but nothing has entered the cave. The temperature outside the cave gives people a The feeling is very different.”

"It's like two different worlds?" The mage smiled.

"It's like two different worlds!"

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