This is the wild beast area, the density of wild beasts is not high, and with the large army marching, the wild beasts have long been running far away. Looking at these things every day, Felleg is getting more and more energetic, and he is the same with hurricanes. He yearns for the environment in the forest.

On this day, Ferlig ran a thousand kilometers in one breath, drawing the surrounding environment. It was not until the evening that he found the army's camp and handed over the map to Leya.

"I want to go deep into the forest of death. It may take a few days. You will continue to march and I will be back soon." Ferlig said to everyone.

Everyone knows that Filigo was in a bad mood during this period, but entering the depths of the Death Forest is not a good idea. Not to mention that this is the Western Continent, even the Demon Realm Forest in the East Continent cannot enter too deep.

Ferleg was just a magician. Even the worst Maya was not weaker than him. If he took the Martial God Sword, Ferleg was definitely not her opponent.

"It's good to go ahead, but can you find us?" Looking at Feleg's appearance, Maya felt very distressed, her face was very hot, and she lowered her head and said.

Everyone was speechless and a little unwilling to accept it, but judging by Filigo's appearance, it was really hard to keep him. If there was a hurricane there, it might be fine.

With Maya's words, the silence was broken and everyone was talking, but no one stopped Ferig. He just warned him to be careful and not go too deep, just go around the low-level monster area.

Farewell to everyone, Ferlig and Hurricane left the camp overnight. Anyway, night had no effect on them. Hurricane could see things at night, and it was not important to sit on it, whether you could see shadows around you.

At dawn, Ferlig has approached the low-level monster area, and the elements in the surrounding space are getting denser and denser. It really looks like a forest in the Demon Realm.

Let the Hurricane go to play by himself, Filigo sat on the ground and meditated. Five hours later, Filigo recovered.

Since the war began, Fellig's cultivation speed has been significantly reduced. Even with sufficient elemental crystals on hand, the progress is still very slow. Compared with the same year ago, Fellig felt that there was almost no progress, and there was nothing we could do about it.

In the low-level Warcraft area, Ferig did not stay for too long. When it was completely dark, he entered the intermediate Warcraft area. Ferig and Hurricane were careful, and it was not scary to be alone in the Warcraft.

If there are groups of monsters, you can only rely on the speed of a hurricane.

There were sounds of flowing water in front of him, and Fellig followed the sound of water. After walking a few kilometers, a small waterfall appeared in front of him. The waterfall was only a few meters wide. The drop was less than ten meters, and the area of ​​the pool below was not much.

There are all kinds of terrain and landforms in the forest, and it is not uncommon for rivers, mountains and rivers. I have never seen waterfalls before, even such small waterfalls.

Listening to the sound of running water and feeling the slightest water vapor, Felge felt itchy all over his body. After entering the forest of death, he had not taken a shower. There were a lot of springs and no river.

Get off the hurricane.

Ferlig walked towards the pool, and removed the armor on his body as he walked. He became more and more like a warrior. He almost never wore magic robe. He had seen Dean Albert and made of memory metal. Ferlig no longer had any interest in ordinary magic robes.

The pool was not deep, and I just arrived at Ferig's chest. I could see clearly under the magic lamp. The water was very clean. In fact, I didn't have to look at Ferig. There were very few water sources in the forest that could not be drunk.

The water was very cold, and there were smooth pebbles under your feet, which was very comfortable to step on. The hurricane screamed softly and followed, taking a happy bath with Ferig.

After playing with water for half an hour, Filigo went ashore, wiped the water from his body, and took out his long-lost magic robe from the cracked sky.

When it comes to clothing, this magic robe is made of top-quality fabrics and various magical materials. Although it is not as good as silk, when worn on the body, it feels like it is not much different from cotton cloth and much more comfortable than armor.

But it's different on the battlefield. Wearing armor is not conspicuous. If we wear magic robe, the enemy's targets are concerned. Now even Yien and Kady have changed into ink armor.

Cady is okay, Ian has been wearing magic robe for decades and is always not used to wearing armor.

"What a cool pool of water." Ferlig put four magic lamps on his head, shining the surroundings brightly, took out food from the crack of the sky, and enjoyed dinner beautifully.

I glanced at the corner of my eyes. I remember that one of the books I read was about writing stories. Although it was useless, it was very interesting. The book said that I saw a beautiful woman bathing by the pool water, but unfortunately this is an intermediate Warcraft area.

Thinking of this, Maya's phantom suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

"What's wrong with me?"

"It looks like Sichun is now, young man, how old are you?"

Ferlig suddenly stood up, took back more than ten steps, took out a magic wand with his right hand, and at the same time, a green light flashed on his body. The magic shield had already been supported. Ferlig injected more than half of his magic power into the magic shield and looked forward vigilantly.

The hurricane also ran over, and his two big eyes followed Ferig's gaze, kicking the front hooves on the ground, ready to escape at any time. It is true that the Wind Beast is a monster, but it is the most incombatable monster. There is almost no other way except running.

A tall and thin figure emerged from the darkness and walked to the place where Ferig had just eaten, exposing his face and body to the magic lamp.

"Magic?" Ferig was nervous and was about to hold water out of his hand. In the sea of ​​death in the Western Continent, in the intermediate monster area, he saw an old man wearing a magic robe and a staff in his hand. How could he not worry?

"Of course, aren't you also a magician? It's just that your youth surprised me. How old are you? Sixteen or seventeen?" The old man held the magic wand with his right hand and raised his left hand. Six magic lights rose above his head, which was much brighter than Felleg's magic light. Within ten meters, it looked like the daytime.

This time I saw it more clearly. The old man's hair and beard were white and his face was kind and peaceful. He was very tall, very thin, but his hands were very fat.

The magic robe on his body is in the center, and the ice roar magic is composed, which is one of the strongest group magic that Filigo knows.

Group magic is very different from range magic. Group magic is the magic used by magicians when fighting between strong men, and range magic is mainly used on the battlefield.

Yan Lietaotian fired by the magic crystal cannon is a very typical range magic, with a killing effect of dozens of square meters, and its damage is much weaker than that of single magic at the same level. It is enough to deal with ordinary soldiers.

Ice Roar is different. Although the range is very small, it is amazing and can continue to attack. Not to mention the magic shield of Fellegium, even Ien's magic shield can't last for half a minute.

The magic robe shone with a faint white light, but it was not as ordinary as the magic robe on Filigo. It marked that the magic on the magic robe was already full of magic power and could be released at any time.

The magic wand in the right hand looks very ordinary, curved and even a little ugly.

Filieg recognized it at a glance. It was a whole purple peach-scented wood. The top of the staff looked like an untrimmed dead branch, and there was a fist-sized elemental crystal in the middle.

Haydn gave advice to Felleg, so he could see at a glance that this elemental crystal was refined by an expert, and at least it could be achieved by the martial god level.

Seeing this, Filig was already sure that this person who could not feel the magic aura was a Dharma Saint.

It's absolutely impossible to be wrong. Except for Dean Albert, other magicians have magic fluctuations, which Filigo can completely feel.

Looking at Ferge's vigilant gaze, the old magician smiled and said, "Don't worry, young man, I'm from the East Continent too. Look here, my eyes."

Sure enough, the old man had a pair of black pupils, and Felge's tense muscles and nerves all over his body relaxed. Unexpectedly, he saw a Dharma Saint from the East Continent here.

There is really nothing to worry about, and the old magician cannot deceive himself. Ferig is just a magician, and he does not even have the qualification to escape in front of the Dharma Saint.

"Can you tell me your name? You seem to have forgotten to wear the badge." The old magician sat down and glanced at the hurricane behind Felleg.

I shook my left hand and a large ball of things in my right hand. After it was unfolded, it was a luxurious four-person tent. I skillfully supported six legs, straightened the column in the center, and set up a tent, and it didn't even take it for a minute in front and back.

This is not just a matter of proficiency, but mainly because the tent is designed and made so beautifully and is extremely convenient to use. But after being put away, it is too large, which is not suitable for the army or for travel.

"Space Ring?" Feleg walked into the tent, and there was an extra bed, a table, and two chairs in the tent.

"Yes, but you haven't introduced who you are yet." The old man took out a few more dishes and put them on the table, and finally took out a pot of fruit wine.

There is no concept of time in the space ring, so what you put in can remain the same even if it is long.

However, the old magician actually used it to hold vegetables, which made Ferig look weird. Even if he wanted to hold food, he should hold dried food and jerky things. After all, the space ring capacity is limited. People who go out need to bring too many things.

"Come on, sit down and have some drinks together. In my life, in addition to practicing magic, I prefer to enjoy it. Young people should not learn from me. This is not a good habit, but I just don't want to change it." said the old magician.

Ferlig respectfully gave a mage salute and sat opposite the old mage: "My name is Ferlig Landis, from the Oakland Empire in the East Continent."

"Denzel Parker, I am a Caesar." The old man took a sip of wine, but did not persuade Ferig to eat it himself.
Chapter completed!