——"After a long period of meditation... your body has also developed a bit of resistance."
——"Your blood volume drops by 21 points, and your immunity value increases by 3 points."
…
The data flashed away, and Woody's focus was entirely on the carriage.
"what happened?"
The smell of death and corruption kept washing over Woody's keen perception, but what answered him was the calm answer of the coachman outside the door.
"Your Excellency, we are on our way. We are leaving the Golden Valley and taking the road between the Farrell Mountains. The guards just repelled two groups of attacking jackals. Please don't worry."
Obviously, the coachman outside the door thought Woody was affected by the fight, but Woody was shocked and quickly denied it.
"Not this, I'm talking about the fog, where did this fog come from!"
Thick gray fog partially shrouded the car windows, as if smoke was billowing outside and flames were emanating. The only thing lacking was no choking smoke.
The coachman outside the door suddenly said in realization.
"These fogs are just ordinary mountain fogs. Have you never seen them before?"
The driver obviously noticed the fog, and he reassured Woody.
"It's okay. Our caravan is very familiar with the road here. No matter how thick the fog is, we won't get lost."
"Wait, don't you smell something? Like rot?"
Woody felt more and more something was wrong, but the coachman's answer still left him helpless.
"If we want to talk about the taste, the forest in the mist does have a smell of decaying trees, but this is a common topography in the coastal mountains on the west coast. It rains here all year round. In addition, the trees are high and deep in the forest, and there is no sunlight. The ground is wet.
It's humid and has a strong rotten smell, which is normal."
"If you can't accept it, how about I sprinkle some perfume on you now to purify the air?"
Woody's status was very noble, and the coachman understood this, so he not only answered respectfully and explained patiently, but also dealt with him the same way he dealt with Cecil, even arranging fragrant dew specifically for spellcasters.
Just one drop can fill a car less than a few square meters with fragrance.
"No, it's the smell of rotting corpses."
Woody pushed open the door of the carriage and said with a gloomy expression.
After pushing them away, the disgusting rotten smell became clearer and clearer, like a sesame seed in a bowl of soup. Although there were not many, it was very conspicuous.
Although the outside world is like what the driver said, the crowns of tall trees cover the stars in the sky. The ground is criss-crossed, each with vine roots as thick as a person, and bushes as tall as a person are everywhere. Looking far ahead
, you can even see a magic light shining like a bright moon in one place of the caravan, not only illuminating the road ahead of the caravan, but also reflecting the surrounding roads extremely clearly, but it still cannot resist the shadows and even the fog in the bright areas.
of diffuse.
Wherever the light shines, or where the darkness engulfs the next moment, you can see wisps of gray mist lingering on it, but the colors are different. It is precisely this that the first thing people feel after opening the door is
The entire world is filled with this strange and ever-changing thick fog.
"The smell of rotting corpses?"
"This is impossible! The gnoll robbery has just passed. Even if there are corpses, they are still fresh and warm. There is no such smell. Could it be that you smelled it wrong, sir?"
The coachman tried his best to smell it first, but still didn't smell the smell Woody mentioned, so he asked doubtfully.
"Where is this?"
Woody didn't dwell on this. He now understood that this kind of decay was not physical, but more of a spiritual decay.
He can feel it clearly because his perception is high, but others cannot feel it, naturally because their perception is low.
If Angelena were here, she would probably have the same reaction as him.
However, if he didn't have his memory, he probably wouldn't be so sensitive. After all, if you really care about this smell, you can ignore it and it won't affect your normal life.
In other words, is this thick fog what we saw in Maple Leaf Bay before? Is it also the signal that forced the Riverdale City guards to return?
Suspicion and suspicion began to appear on Woody's face. The meditation was over, and he felt even more uneasy if he stayed in the car again, so he sat directly on the shaft of the car, on the other side of the horse.
Although the coachman didn't dare to say anything when he saw him like this, he knew that he still had no intention of giving up, so he took the trouble to explain to him the root cause of the rot in order to dispel his suspicion. After all, he was still particularly worried about whether he would
Complained by Woody.
Woody also chatted one after another. He was more curious about why the thick fog appeared here. Is it true that as Tecia said, this thick fog shrouded the entire Golden River Valley?
No one can get out?
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Woody believed what she said, because even if there were no gods, the mage's secret lock could keep some people on a land forever, let alone gods who had clearer rules for the land they were in.
Woody followed the convoy to the end of the valley with a vigilant heart. When he got here, the driver on the side also gave a kind reminder.
"Sir, after passing this mountain col and walking another hundred meters or so, we will pass through the Farrell Mountains and reach the Golden Hills. From here, we will follow the hills to the north and we will see Losente soon.
"
"This season is most beautiful in September. You can see the vast and neat fields, as if the sunlight has painted them with a layer of broken gold, surrounding them outside the town, like a large carpet in a nobleman's house. It's beautiful.
Extremely."
"The food in the town was also very delicious at that time. I was lucky enough to eat it a few years ago. It was different from bread. It was a soft food with clear grains. It was much more delicious than black bread."
The coachman talked about it with gusto, and praised the Golden Hills with great gusto. Even the dogs there were said to be smarter than the sled dogs in the North, and they would also help drive away goblins or kobolds...
It was quiet outside the convoy, and the only sound of the convoy's movements could be heard in the entire mountain, with the hooves of horses and a little noise of human voices.
"We are almost there. We will see a small road soon. There will be many wild fruit trees on the roadside later. If you want to eat, I can go down and pick some."
"Don't go, the fog is so thick now."
Woody's face hiding under the eaves of the car flickered with a little light. He found that the fog around him was even denser, as if he was in some kind of fairyland. The stones on the ground were all exposed under the magic lights above the motorcade.
Transpiration birds white mist.
Undead Skeletons? Is it still too late?
Woody, who was familiar with all kinds of monster knowledge, felt dark in his heart. This was obviously not a posture that normal humans could walk in.
But he wanted to think about it, but his hands still didn't stop.
To be on the safe side, he did not break into the fog directly, but directly activated the monocular eye fixed on his right eye.
This was the trophy he captured from the goblin commander.
Not only can it enhance the +3 night vision ability, but it also allows him to clearly obtain the data of distant monsters. However, it cannot be opened for a long time, otherwise it will affect his vision and have considerable side effects, but for tactical goggles
In terms of effects, these negative effects are bearable.
And as he started, the light of the single eye also gradually lit up. Different from the glow of Woody's golden child hole, the surface of the lens was more like the ripples caused by pebbles thrown into the lake, diverging in waves, and the figure in the distance
The outline data was also presented to Woody.
He was stunned immediately.
——"Scan analysis type: human."
——"Combat analysis value: 3-5."
——"Analysis of winning rate of both sides: 98%"
…
How could it be human?
Not an undead?
Although Woody was confused, he was still vigilant.
Could it be a phantom banshee that takes over human bodies and has the ability to possess people, pretending to be humans and trying to get close to the carriage? Or is it the conspiracy of those dark creatures and vampires?
Woody, who had a lot of monster information, had countless possibilities flashing through his mind, but the possibility on the lens slowed down his curved sword attack that he originally wanted to slash through the fog. Although he was vigilant, he still maintained a point.
reason.
"who is it?"
At this time, a familiar voice came from the outline on the other side of the fog. It was the cry that Woody had just heard.
"What happened?"
Woody's heart was at its highest, as if facing a formidable enemy. Could this monster be able to imitate sounds? Could it be a giant dragon?
He remembered that many dragons would imitate the sounds of creatures to lure ignorant creatures into their traps.
But the answer from the figure on the other side of the fog made Woody, who was still suspicious, suddenly stunned.
"Oh, you mean that, damn, the fruits are all gone, I didn't find anything!"
Listening to the complaining voice, Woody's originally extremely solemn expression suddenly froze, and he asked again in disbelief.
"What did you say?"
It seemed like the fog was so thick that I couldn't hear clearly.
"There are no fruits, not this time. It seems that the goblins have picked them all. Damn it, they can be picked at such a height."
It's still a complaint, but this time it's more relevant, and the voice is clearer as it gets closer.
And his voice spread, and others responded in the same way.
Woody and the guard who were facing a formidable enemy suddenly froze. They looked at each other for a moment, not knowing what to do. Woody still didn't give up, but he sensed that as the figure passed through the fog, and the person in the fog appeared in front of him,
When he saw his face full of admiration, restraint, and uneasiness after he recognized him, Woody reluctantly admitted that there was nothing wrong with him, and that he had made a fuss and made an own mistake.
However, as soon as the hanging heart was relieved, the next person shouted impatiently.
"Are we lost?"
"This is not the road leaving the valley. The terrain is completely different."
"But we have seen all the landmarks we just left. You can reach the Golden Hills by going down the mountain from there."
"It's more humid here, there's still water, it's not hills!"
…
The debate quickly expanded and became more noisy at this point.
But it did not affect the progress of the team, and it still continued.
Soon, when the fog dissipated and the shrubs and trees gradually became shorter, the convoy once again arrived at a position with a wide view.
An unstoppable wave swept the entire convoy.
Because what comes into view is not clusters of low mountains and hills, but gravel and grasslands that are being eroded by the cold winter and sinking into barren valley bottoms.
They are extremely familiar here.
yes……
Golden River Valley.
They are back again!
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