At this time, Barrett and others were walking in the foggy forest, in an area called 'Fleece Carpet'.

It feels really good to step on this special azure moss. They have a slightly rough surface, not as slippery as regular moss, and provide good traction for the sole of the boot. Walking on it feels like stepping on a blanket made of thick wool, which is soft and labor-saving.

I have to say that compared with another name, 'pile carpet' is indeed very appropriate.

The scenery here is dull and monotonous, and it is rare to see anything other than the soft azure color. Barrett felt that even the grayish-white fog that was ubiquitous in the forest was much thinner in this place, and he wondered if it was an illusion.

Although the scenery is monotonous, the journey is not boring. They talked of women, of the 'cute', of Walker Wood, of his famous blue potion and nine books.

Then Barrett discovered that almost no one had read the seventh book in the series, and when he asked his own question, Will Sr. explained - "The Wood - Me and the 3064 in My Life" Heterosexual' (seven is lost.

The author of the autobiography of Walker Wood is David Lawrence, a very well-known writer in the Griffin Kingdom, who has written biographies of many well-known figures.

According to legend, after Lawrence wrote the complete set of books, the seventh of them was lost before it could be printed, even with the original draft. But when the author wanted to rewrite it based on his own memory, he found that the seventh book was not left in his mind, as if the book was not written by him.

There are rumors that the content of the seventh book involves Wood's ambiguous past with a female god, and the **** did not want people on earth to know her name, so he personally stole the seventh book and wiped it. I went to the author's memory of that book; some people said that it was not a god, but a female legendary mage, but people only dare to discuss this kind of statement in private.

Since the magical empire and the gods fought and won wars, people have revered mages more than gods.

Not only that, there are only two women among the thirty-six legendary mages in the Magic Association. If you really want to say it, it's either one or the other, which is really embarrassing. However, the number of female gods is quite large, and they are not afraid to be seated.

Therefore, although there are nine books in the whole series from one to nine, the seventh book is full of blank pages, leaving people with infinite reverie.

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There does not seem to be any danger in the 'Fleece Carpet' area. There are no monsters such as petrified lizards and sharks, no monsters such as scavengers and scavengers, no poisonous snakes and killer vines wandering among the treetops, and no A ferocious animal that burst out of the fog.

It is not as murderous as a rotten swamp, nor is it as eerie and palpitating as the rose bush of the magic palace. The azure-colored moss that can be found everywhere seems to be just like the fir trees, and aside from being numerous, it's not poisonous or aggressive.

Although Barrett knew this place, it was his first time here. Because there is almost nothing here, which means there is no "gold coins", most adventurers disdain to visit such an area.

"Can they be eaten?" asked the ogre, pulling a handful of green moss from the trunk of the fir tree, "Can you eat it roasted? It's like nori. Moglock has eaten roasted nori, and it tastes good. ."

This big man's head seems to be not interested in anything except food.

Barrett once heard the saying, "The simpler the thought, the easier it is to be happy". Barrett couldn't tell if Moglock the ogre was happy or not, after all, he didn't have the skills of Old Will, but Barrett could feel that at least he wasn't bothered, except when he was hungry.

"Sorry, I don't know if this thing is edible." He also pulled a handful of moss from the trunk and put it under his nose to smell it carefully. The azure-colored moss exudes a fresh smell unique to green plants, and if you smell it carefully, you can distinguish a bit of rosin, which is the smell of fir trees.

Moss relies on firs, draws from it, grows in it, and naturally inevitably carries the traces of fir.

"Even if you can eat it, it won't taste very good. After all, no one wants to eat this kind of thing." Barrett threw the cyan moss in his hand to the ground. The moss in the air collided with the moss on the ground, and then bounced and scattered. Open up, melt into it, can't tell the difference...

"The orcs of the Badlands have the habit of eating moss," said Old Will, "that was a habit they developed when they lived in the permafrost tundra. Although the wizards during the Magic Empire did not exterminate the orcs, they just They were driven to the permafrost tundra to breathe, but I have to say that the environment on the permafrost tundra is really bad enough that even rye cannot grow on it. Moreover, the resources there are extremely scarce, and the creatures are scarce and fierce. I heard that the beasts In addition to moss, people's staple food is the flesh and blood of their own people. They devour each other, the dead merge into the living, providing strength for the living, and allowing the entire race to continue miserably on the brink of genocide."

"Aren't the permafrost tundra to the north closer to the Deadwind Sea? Can't they fish?" the half-elf asked suspiciously.

"The temperature at the headwind sea is biting, and compared with the foggy forest in winter, it shouldn't be too much. And there are hurricanes that are like sharp swords all year round. This is not a metaphor, but the wind can really make your skin Cut the wound that can see deep bones." Old Will sighed, "If there is no magic protection, once the sea breeze blows by you, it will cut your clothes and take away all your flesh and blood piece by piece, no matter how good it is. The leather armor is not immune, only full-body armor like Moglock can resist a little. So those orcs who can't even wear bark are difficult to fish in the headwind sea."

"That's what they asked for." Barret said disdainfully, "They should be exterminated! Orcs are like ogres, savage, rude, sorry, Moglock, I'm not talking about you, sorry. "He was speechless.

Human barbarians and orcs are feuds. Before the empire, both sides existed in the form of tribes. However, due to the difference of races and the border of living space, they continue to conquer each other. Both sides are wielding battle axes to kill each other, and each other's hands are stained with each other's blood.

"No matter how miserable it was before, at least those goblin-like greenskins have now moved to the Badlands." Barrett continued, "And every few years, the 'Cronmere Fortress' will be attacked."

There are three ways for the orcs of the Badlands to go south:

The first is to cross the endless Mawela Desert. There is not even a small oasis in the direction of the desert near the barren land, so this is simply impossible;

The second is to take a boat from the barren land, cross the Dragon's Tongue Bay, and go to the peninsula of Cess. But the sea kingdoms of the human beings - the sea fleets of the Phrygia Islands and the Kingdom of Cess Peninsula block the entire Dragon's Tongue Bay, and the strong cannons can blast any outsiders~lightnovelpub.net~ And the orcs are not good at it. Building ships, and even canoes, is laborious, so it's not possible.

And the third one is to cross the 'Krenmeier Fortress' in the Nord Kingdom. Compared with sea routes and deserts, the orcs are more willing to fight to satisfy their thirst for fertile land.

"Those strong greenskins had to do this," explained Old Will. "The Badlands are a lot better than the permafrost tundra, but they can't keep up with the massive growth of orcs. So whenever their population reaches When the wasteland can supply the upper limit, these guys can only reduce the population in this way."

"If the mages could wipe out all the orcs, there wouldn't be so many things." Barret said angrily. He is not a racist who respects human beings, nor is he a person with prejudice, but the continued blood feud still makes him hate orcs.

"We have no way of guessing or interfering with the decision of the association." Old Will spread his hands and made a helpless action. "That was a decision made by the legendary mages together."

"The Nords will follow the mage's teachings." Barrett said, rubbing his chest, "but they will still die for the orcs."

The ogre scratched his head, as if he didn't understand the situation in front of him, he said nono, "Moglock just wants to know if this thing can be eaten. That's it, that's it."

"I'm sorry again for my blunder." Barrett followed Old Will's action and patted the ogre on the shoulder, "But this thing shouldn't be eaten, and no one wants to eat it."

"Maybe there is something that will be willing to eat it." The dwarf on the ogre's shoulder suddenly spoke up. He looked into the distance and said softly in a hoarse voice, "For example, a frost worm."

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