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The towering Cavis Mountains cut off the climatic exchange between the forest and the mainland, making it a self-contained place. Even in winter, there will be no snow or even frost in the misty forest, but this does not mean that it will be like spring all year round.

According to normal circumstances, an area like the misty forest that is isolated from the mainland but has a large border with the ocean should have a mild and comfortable temperature change, but this is not the case in reality. Because the temperature in the forest is not determined by ordinary air, but by the ubiquitous fog that permeates the entire forest.

In fact, the strange fog does not take away the temperature in the environment. It is like a huge boundless and insatiable soul, only asking for warmth from the living.

When winter comes, the temperature of the fog in the forest will drop sharply in about 3 days, and it will reach the extreme and remain on the 6th day. At that time, the temperature in the forest would be so low that most creatures could not survive. Once the skin came into contact with the mist, it would fall off instantly, the blood would freeze directly from the blood vessels, and even the most cold-resistant organs, the eyes, would condense into crystals. ice beads.

At this time, the creatures in the forest will dormant in various forms. The underground is undoubtedly a good choice. Like the river claw tribe of the gnoll, it is said that when winter comes, the entire tribe will be transferred underground.

They will drive a large number of goblins to dig into the ground like dwarves, digging the underground world in the forest bigger and bigger. Green-skinned little guys like goblins have many uses. Not only can they act as coolies, but when there is not much food, for the gnolls, those goblins like hard workers can also be used as rations.

Other than that, most other forms of dormancy are not known.

However, the foggy forest in winter is not a cold and lifeless area. Frozen species such as frost worms will wake up at this time and dominate the place. When winter comes, the forest is their world.

In the early spring, the temperature of the foggy forest had already begun to rise, but it was still bitingly cold at this time, much lower than that outside the forest.

Old Will cast a magic ring called "endurance to the environment" to everyone. This magic is extremely practical, allowing the recipients to survive comfortably even in extreme heat or cold environments.

Barrett looked down at his hands that were exposed in the mist. The skin on them was rosy and the muscles were full and powerful. In the past, when he came to the forest at this time, these hands were usually in a stiff and pale state.

"Things formed by magic power can only be fought with magic power itself." Barrett whispered to himself. In his heart at this time, he has gradually believed in the various rumors about the cause of the fog.

In addition, Old Will also cast a magic called 'dim vision' for everyone. This magic can allow the subject to see objects normally in the weak dim light, but for the foggy forest The fog does not work well.

The barbarian adventurer walked at the forefront of the group, about half a meter away from Old Will and his group behind him.

If the forest is really conscious, will it be satisfied with the food I brought this time? Barrett thought wildly, and then shook his head with a smile in his heart, leaving this outrageous idea behind him.

As a guide, Barrett dutifully probed the surrounding environment and listened carefully to the strange sounds that sounded everywhere in the forest. Not only that, his long-term adventure in the foggy forest has enabled him to see farther than ordinary people can see in the fog. Smell, you can smell anything unusual...

Barrett took a deep breath of the cold mist, feeling his body trembling involuntarily. The trembling did not come from fear, but from the uncontrollable excitement in the face of the various adventures and adventures to come.

But the various strange topics of old Will behind him made him feel that this is not an adventure that is full of dangers and will lose his life in an instant, but a spring outing organized by a nobleman when he has nothing to do. It's just that the people who accompany him on the outing are not beautiful and elegant female companions, but several men of different sizes and races.

From Barrett's point of view, the mage old Will not only likes to spy on the hearts of others, but also likes to tell others what he has to say, whether they want to listen or not.

"The city-state of Valletta not far from Nord, I lived there for a long time." Old Will chatted, "I seemed to be only 50 years old at that time, no, I was 60 years old, in short, I was at that time. Still very young."

60 years younger? That's a good way to say it, and Barrett murmured a little inwardly. Magic power can delay aging to a large extent. Whether it is a wizard or those monsters that have been mutated due to magic power, the lifespan is much longer than that of ordinary individuals of the same race. This is something that everyone on the continent generally knows.

But after really putting things in front of you, this fact will still make people jealous.

The mages are already powerful enough, why keep them alive for so long? I believe this is an idea that many ordinary people have had, but this does not include Barrett.

He faced death several times, but never feared it. Even sometimes, he felt that it would be good to die in the foggy forest like this. As a Nord who regards death as a rest, and an adventurer who is accustomed to life and death, Barrett does not desire longevity. But in battle, he never let up.

Old Will's voice continued from Barrett behind him, "My mentor was appointed by the Magic Association to Valletta city-state to be in charge of the operation of the branch there and the Mage Tower. As the only disciple who was still with him at the time, I would He also left the floating city with him. My mentor's family is from brewing, so he likes to drink. As his disciple, I also gradually fell in love with this wonderful liquid. "

"In the city-state of Valletta, I once drank a mixed spirit called 'Red Dragon's Wrath'." Old Will smacked his mouth, as if recalling the taste of the wine, "This wine is made with Nord's 'Tiha' spirit is mixed with turpentine, ammonia, gunpowder, and chili powder from the devil's pepper mill. Until it's hot. Can you imagine what it's like in your mouth?"

Barrett doesn't know much about wine. Even the 'Tiha', which the Nords like, he rarely drinks. No matter whether he has enough money or not, he only drinks slightly bitter rye beer, a big cup of two copper coins, which is the favorite of adventurers. The low alcohol content and cheap price of rye beer can make adventurers forget any troubles.

"It's like swallowing a fire?" the half-elf tried to describe.

"Fire doesn't taste good." The ogre Moglock said in a loud voice, "Ham is delicious!"

"Haha, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is very appropriate, but it's more than that." Old Will laughed, "To be honest, that liquid can't be described by the word 'taste', because you don't feel it at all. There is no smell, but like a burning red sword that penetrates straight from the mouth to the stomach, and the sword is still going down, as if to pierce you; The adult sturdy red dragon is pressed to the ground, it is kissing your lips recklessly, and breathing dragon breath into your mouth enthusiastically and vigorously. Of course, this is also the origin of its name. "

"That's really..." The half-elf didn't know how to describe it, "It's so strange."

"Yes, but it's not only peculiar." Old Will's eyes looked into the distance, seeming to be lost in memories, "You can't think at all, because the "dragon's breath" has burned through your head and made your brain Turned to ashes. But you seem to see more because of it, all kinds of mottled brilliance dangling before your eyes, some beautiful fairies... oh, I mean goblins, the little ones with two teams Winged guys, not your relatives, Estelle." Old Will corrected, "There are some beautiful goblins around you, they laugh and seem to be dancing, you'd love to join them, but there's no waiting for you. If you take two steps, you will fall to the ground..."

People with brain problems will drink this kind of thing, Barrett said in his heart.

At this moment, he suddenly stopped, put his hand on the "Iron Bride", frowned and looked into the depths of the mist in the direction of his left hand. The next moment, just as he was about to open his mouth to signal to everyone that something seemed to happen, someone warned him one step ahead.

"There's a 'man' here," said the dwarf sitting on the ogre's shoulder, when Barrett heard him speak for the first time.

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