From Neibo Town to the south, after about two days, Lucheng will arrive at Wato Town, a human town located on the edge of the "Hazy Swamp". It is also the terminal of civilization, because starting from Wato Town, there are wilderness in the east, south and west directions. In other words, it is the kind of dangerous place that can kill people's lives.

Zhao Mai heard Green introduce the relevant situation, but before he could watch it with his own eyes, he could not form an intuitive impression. Now following the Paladins and advancing along the post road does not seem dangerous, but instead feels like an outing.

The long shadow of the tree was dragged on the grass, the fallen leaves covered their feet, and the breeze blew. Zhao Mai was walking on the grass at a distance to the left of the mainland, right next to Hairoul. They were about to move forward in an inclined line, maintaining the distance and keeping alert.

The straight road under his feet extended for several miles, and only when one side of the woods invaded him was forced to turn a small turn. The forest next to the road was still the healthy forest, the scope of the management of the dense forest ranger. Zhao Mai looked carefully and found several small paths leading to the depths of the dense forest, winding and deep and secret. Some of the legendary roads lead to the legendary beech hall, a secret treasure house of disappearing forest land elves.

Walking on the road, Ruol looked at Zhao Mai's situation from time to time to see if he could still keep moving forward. She could see that this druid didn't have much experience in riding a horse and would suffer all the torture along the way. Her sour thighs, worn skin, and pelvic bones were all painful experiences that novices could not avoid. She knew from Zhao Mai's expression that these were happening. But the druid gritted his teeth, almost silently, and persevered.

I still remember that when I was a child, I suffered a lot of this crime when riding a horse. How did I get through it? Hairoul recalled tears, and secretly complained to the goddess, and then was comforted by soft voices. She still remembered the castle's pale yellow brick walls, blue domes, and her mother who always lie on the windowsill and looks away.

It was already a little blurred about what his father looked like. He only remembered that he was a wizard, as if he knew everything. He stayed in a tall and closed wizard tower all day long, and studied magic with a group of strange-looking friends. Apart from magic, his father rarely talked about anything else, and he spent less time with his mother and himself. Especially after learning that he would become a paladin instead of a wizard, he never smiled at her again. When his mother died of loneliness, the temple of Goddess Iomede became his real home.

"Mike, why do you want to be a druid?" Helloul asked suddenly.

"In order to treat my father's disease, I had no choice but to be a druid." Zhao Mai was sucking cold air from the gaps of his teeth without looking at it. He knew that the skin on the inner thigh must have been worn out, and sweat flowed into the wound, causing a particularly sour and stinging pain.

"Why don't you go to the temple for help? Paladins like us, in addition to performing missions outside, will have some spells to drive away diseases and soothe pain." She said as she approached Zhao Mai. With a low prayer, the palms emitting holy light were caressed from Zhao Mai, and the positive energy from the goddess penetrated into Zhao Mai, and soon his wounds recovered.

"There is no priest who can drive away the disease spell in the temple near my house, so I could only trek far and come here to learn from the druids. Fortunately, I was lucky before, and got the disease-removing agent, and my father's body stabilized. So I rushed back to continue studying, but the evil monsters in Ramashtu attacked the community and caused the current situation."

"Oh, you must have been blessed to achieve your wish." Hairoul was a little envious. Her mother prayed, but she failed to fulfill her wish before her death. Her father did not come to see her for the last time. This was the deepest pain in Hairoul's heart. "Hey, Mike, we will definitely be able to defeat the evil priests and restore the peace of the farmer's forest."

"That's certainly, it will be hurt sometimes, but its strong recovery and balance ability will surely achieve the final victory." Zhao Mai said: "Hairoul, are you female paladins receiving the same training as male paladins?"

"Yes, it's basically the same. Some martial arts or combat skills are slightly different. After all, the burdens between men and women are different." Hairoul looked at Zhao Mai: "Why ask this?"

"Can I learn from you?"

"Well, what's the point?"

"Basic martial arts, the use of one-handed spear and shield." Zhao Mai held the saddle tightly, and his body tilted just now, almost falling off: "Oh, maybe there is riding skills. I need to learn too much. Maybe you can teach me both hands during the rest."

"No problem, I'm happy to help you," said Heroul. "But I will ask you questions about gods, divine power and faith, and you can't avoid talking about them."

"I think it's not a good thing to discuss too much gods, so it's better for us to look at the mortal world." Zhao Mai thought for a while and said to Hairoul: "It's better to do this. I'll tell you some interesting stories, kind priests and evil wizards. Do you want to hear it?"

Heroul bit his lip and nodded.

Zhao Mai accidentally touched Hairoul's inner weakness, and he still told the adapted story of the male mage in black robe and the female priest in white. They continued to move along the road, and the southwest wind blowing from the swamp was passing through the treetops with a rustling sound. A black cloud covered the sky, and the dusk came earlier than usual. The whole road was slowly shrouded in twilight, and only the sky in the north still retained a layer of light.

A big tree fell in the middle of the road, and its huge branches fell into two pieces. A female knight named Haidai stepped forward to reconnaissance and found that the body of the trunk had been empty, which was the real reason for its fall. Two knights used ropes to trunks, pulled it aside, and cleared out the road. At the same time, the others were carefully alerting.

"You are all kind-hearted." Zhao Mai praised.

After crossing the obstacle, the group walked until it was dark. At this time, the south was completely invisible, and only the sky in the north had stars flashing. Fortunately, the wind changed, and the violent and chaotic north wind blew away the dark clouds, and the sky was filled with brilliant stars. For some reason, the feeling of anxiety gradually disappeared, and the surrounding natural force became peaceful again. Six women, one man and a dog dismounted, preparing to camp on the spot.

Zhao Mai's thigh root was grinded with the wound again, but this time he refused Hairoul's holy healing spell. "I can recover slowly, and this process is also a process to adapt to the skin. The positive energy of holy healing is very strong. When healing the wound, he will also remove the cocoon. I will still suffer in the future."

"Okay, you will treat yourself anyway." Heroul smiled slightly and began to check the camp's alert work.
Chapter completed!