Being Blind For Five Years, All My Disciples Became Forbidden Curse Mages

However, its furry face was like a Bat's face forced onto an Elf. It looked especially ugly and out of place.

Jeanne and Qing Niao's reactions were the same as Fang Ping's. They were also extremely disgusted.

Andre moved the firewood down and realized that his hands were also two furry and sharp Bat claws.

"He stood so still that if he hadn't broken his neck, his heart wouldn't have stopped beating. I could hardly tell he was an Elf."

Fang Ping recalled that when Commander Shockley was talking to the traitor Mendes, they had mentioned the Fusion Soldier. This strange Elf Archer, could he be the Fusion Soldier they were talking about?

"Will this be a Fusion Soldier?" Jeanne asked first.

"It's possible," Andre said. He set the firewood aside and began to fumble with his possessions. After a moment, he shook his head.

"He didn't have anything on him. No money, no weapons. He wasn't carrying anything except this outfit."

"It's too strange. Do you think he was a failed product of the fusion and was abandoned here?"

"It's possible." Andre blew out the firewood, returning the surroundings to darkness. "Let him return to the forest."

After a small interlude, the group continued to walk in, but they did not encounter a new target.

After finding a big tree, Andre climbed up the trunk.

The trees here were all straight up and down. They only branched five to six meters away from the ground.

There was a cracking sound, and many branches and leaves fell.

"Come up. This place is quite spacious. It's too dangerous to rest on the ground. We'll sleep on the tree."

The branches here were relatively wide, so it was not an impossible feat.

"Help me. I can't climb up."

"Wait, I'll let the rope down and pull you up."

Andre and Qing Niao were pulling the rope. Fang Ping stood on a branch and looked around.

Nothing. There was nothing around.

There were no Humans, Elves, beasts, or Magical Beasts.

No matter which direction he used the special characteristics in, there was no feedback.

Didn't Andre say that Magical Beasts were rampant in the Dark Forest? Why was the surroundings so quiet?

Other than the strange Elf Archer, there was nothing else around.

"Phew, Jeanne, you're not light either."

"Quick, let go of the rope. It's strangling me."

By the time they finished arranging everything in a flurry, Fang Ping had already been waiting by the side for a while.

After all, it was inconvenient to be on a tree and the environment was very dark.

However, Fang Ping also felt the difference in this world.

It was unbelievable that Jeanne could appear here in the past.

"Fang Ping? Fang Ping, where are you? How is it? Is there any danger nearby?" Andre called out softly.

"I'm here." Fang Ping stood on a higher branch and climbed down carefully. "There's nothing around. It's too calm. I think there's a problem. There must be something wrong."

"Must be something wrong? Let's take turns keeping watch. Three hours each."

"Sure."

When he was in York Town, Fang Ping had bought quite a number of alarms. There were small jars containing iron beads with ringing wires to prevent snakes from climbing the barbs.

Coupled with the fact that there were people guarding the night, there shouldn't be any problems.

In the Dark Forest at night, visibility was even lower. Even though they were sitting on the nearby branches, Fang Ping could not see Andre's face clearly. The oil bag and firewood were by his side, ready to be used at any time.

'I'll be fine.'

Fang Ping thought to himself.

…

"Chief, the experimental subject that escaped has been found. He's already dead and has been eaten by the insect snake."

"Where did you find it?"

"We've already killed the strange Demon Wolf's territory, but its aura is still there. No Magical Beasts will enter for the time being. It should have been killed by Humans."

"Do you see the experimental subject's body? Take a team of Elven Warriors and kill them. No, capture them. They killed the experimental subjects, so get a replacement."

"Yes, Chief."

…

"Fang Ping, get up."

Fang Ping was the third night watchman. He was woken up after sleeping for a while. He looked up at the canopy. It still seemed very dark.

The winter sun was not bright to begin with, and the surroundings were still dark.

In the early morning, the forest was even colder, and it was wet and cold. The faint coldness invaded his bones, and he felt that it was useless to wrap his clothes tightly.

Fang Ping missed the heat packs from the past. It would definitely be very comfortable to stick one on him.

Unfortunately, not only was there no heat pack now, but the fire could not be lit. He could only eat the yellow powder pancake and jerky with the cold water in the kettle.

At the same time, he continued to use his special characteristics to investigate the surroundings, but he still found nothing.

"Andre, there's still nothing around. What do you think the situation is?"

"Still nothing?"

"Well, there was nothing between yesterday and today. I don't think it's normal."

"Let's gather opinions," Andre said. "I think we can go back first. What are your thoughts?"

"We're all in. Are we going back without doing anything? Isn't it good to have no Magical Beasts? We can look for valuable herbs."

Jeanne broke off a piece of firewood as she spoke, the bright flames illuminating the surroundings.

"And if there's really nothing, we can use fire, right?"

The fire lit up. Fang Ping took two steps back abruptly and almost fell off the tree. Qing Niao and Jeanne reacted the same way.

"You guys? What's wrong?"

Andre looked at the three of them in confusion.

"Characteristics failed. Target Andre, not him."

It was still Andre. That was right.

Andre also noticed the abnormality and touched his face. "The beard seems to have grown a little too quickly…"

Fang Ping looked at Qing Niao and Jeanne and nodded. "That's right. He's Andre."

"What are you talking about?"

Fang Ping pointed at Andre's hand. "Don't you feel anything different?"

"Hands? What's wrong?" Andre raised his hand, took a look, and looked at Fang Ping in confusion.

However, the scene Fang Ping saw was different.

Andre's face and neck were covered in thin purple-black short hair. He raised his hand. His black arm, slender fingers, and long nails looked extremely strange.

But Andre had no reaction.

Qing Niao gulped. "W-What's going on?"

Jeanne grabbed the branch with one hand and the firewood in her hand swayed. The fire flickered. "Did Andre get infected by the Elf yesterday? Did I? Look at me, did I!"

"No."

Andre was very puzzled. "What are you talking about? What's wrong with me?"

Qing Niao took out a small red bottle from her pocket and drank it. Then, she pointed at the tree crown. "This won't do. Fireball."

A red fireball appeared from his fingertips and flew straight to the top of the tree. It exploded in the lush leaves, emitting bright flames.