"After I came here, I have experienced so many dangerous things. The evil gods, cultists, ghosts and all kinds of malice did not kill me. How could I die here?"
Jenkins said to himself in his heart, desperately thinking about the way to escape. If he died while performing missions of the church, or fighting with others, then it would be fine to start over again in this life. But he was really unwilling to die in such an unknown place so aggrieved.
"Burn the forest?"
He suspected in his heart that since the treasure elf existed in the forest, it would definitely disappear if the forest was destroyed. Under this life-threatening premise, Jenkins also ignored moral and legal issues.
But the problem now is that the area of this woodland is quite large, and because of the snowfall some time ago, the trees and the ground are very wet, even if they want to start a fire, they can't do it. His [Immortal Flame] is not a flame in the usual sense at all, it can only add a "burning" state to the item, and the maximum coverage area of the cluster of flames is no more than three times the maximum surface area of Jenkins in the naked state.
This was just tested when he was bathing chocolate yesterday.
"Destroy the treasure in advance?"
This is also a method. The trigger point for the treasure elves to kill is to find the treasure. But Jenkins has no idea where the treasure it knows is, and he can't find anyone else to help.
He already regretted not letting Chocolate find some helpers, which was really a major mistake. But with the footsteps of a small cat, even if you ask for a helper, you won’t be able to make it back, right
The elf is still surrounding Jenkins, making a small "cluck~" sound, and now the temperature has dropped to a terrible level. It's not the normal temperature for this season, and it's driving Jenkins out of the position.
Mobilizing the Inextinguishable Fire to cover the area between his body surface and his clothes, his body became slightly warmer. Jenkins looked at his own ability spots one by one, took a breath, prayed to the sage first, and then tried to activate [unknown way forward] with mental power.
I felt a buzzing sound in my head, and my whole body relaxed. A smile gradually emerged on his face, watching the purple line appear from before him, extending to the depths of the forest. He let out a long breath, even the clothes sticking to his body due to sweat on his back couldn't bring him a bad mood:
"Very well, I probably don't need to die..."
He muttered in a low voice, forgetting the old man and Hathaway who had just recalled for some reason, turned around and packed the backpack on the ground and carried it on his shoulders, then took the cane leaning on the tree and hanging on the cane Brown wide-brimmed hat, marching in the direction directed by fate.
Sure enough, once he left the range of the tree, the surrounding temperature quickly returned to normal levels. Jenkins was originally worried that the weird directional characteristics of the A-11-02-3219 phenomenon would interfere with the function of [Unknown Way Ahead], but it seems that the power of fate is greater than the effect of this strange thing.
Continuously advancing towards the interior of the forest area, the humid environment and rotting dead leaves make the ground like a soft carpet, and the illusion of being swallowed by the land is felt when you step on it.
This forest area has a long history, but because it is very close to the city, the local Jenkins has never heard of any magical legends here. This time I encountered A-11-02-3219, it was totally bad luck.
Pushing away the grass in front of him with a cane, flames flowed out from his sleeves, burning the black bug lying on the back of his hand until there was not even ash left. Late fall is still insect-infested season, especially in wet woodlands like this.
The purple line leads straight to a log cabin in the dense woodland, the ranger's house. They occasionally patrol deep into the forest to hunt down loggers and poachers. And if you can't leave the woodland in time, you will rest in this kind of place.
Now that it has entered a deep position in the woodland, even rangers don't come many times a year. The wooden house in front of Jenkins looked very dilapidated from the outside, and the bottom of the wooden walls had been corroded by moss and other unknown and disgusting substances.
The wooden windows are fully nailed from the inside with wooden boards to prevent the emergency items left in the cabin from being damaged by foreign wild animals. A rusty iron chain was tied to the wooden door.
He didn't approach rashly, but observed the surroundings with a special vision. Sure enough, there was a faint red aura on the walls, doors and windows of the wooden house, undulating like the tide. This is the evidence that the benefactor arranged the ceremony here, and this wooden house is the destination guided by fate.
"That is to say, there have been gifted people here before, and I don't want outsiders to come again..."
He guessed in his heart, because he didn't see the pile of light spots representing the benefactor, nor did he see any special items, so he could deduce that the benefactor who arranged the ceremony had left.
The color of the aura is extremely light, and it can be seen that the ritual arrangement should take at least a week before the aura will be lost to such an extent.
He froze for a while, and just as he was about to take a step, he found that the Treasure Elf who had been following behind him with a spirit-pollution "giggle~" laugh suddenly rushed out, flapped his wings lightly, and the black aura met the red aura Hit, all the crumbling ritual luster was immediately extinguished.
Jenkins looked at the ugly elf suspiciously. According to the records, when the suppressed traveler is unable to move forward due to objective factors, the treasure elf will help. This is also one of the reasons why the image of "elf" is constantly beautified in fairy tales from ancient times.
This means that the direction of the wooden house is indeed the direction of the treasure, and it is very close to the treasure. A-11-02-3219 thought he was looking for the treasure.
After the aura faded, Jenkins in black boots approached the wooden door with his backpack on his back.
"Oh~"
Stretching out his fist and hitting the rusted lock hard, Jenkins used [Frost Fist] to help it cool down quickly. At the same time, flames flowed from the cuff to burn the iron lock. When the whole process was completed, he quickly slashed three times with the sharp meat-handling knife in the backpack, and the chain fell into the soil with a clatter~, and coiled together like a snake, smashing a small pit out of the soft soil.
Pushing open the door, the room was filled with a stench of corruption. Naturally, there could be no gas lamps on the walls. The only complete items that could be seen were some crude iron hunting tools piled up in the corner.