In the early morning of the next day, Celatia woke up after a good sleep in the college hotel in Belika Town. Although she was sleeping, the two female soldiers she sent to monitor were transmitting various information all night long. This information came back, and when Celatia opened her eyes, she found that the mercenary team had entered the forest of mist.
"Are you setting off early in the morning? Really~ Lack of sleep is the natural enemy of a woman's appearance."
According to time calculation, Celatia has slept for eleven hours since she fell asleep after dinner yesterday. Besides, the dragon does not need to sleep every day. About ten hours of sleep a week is appropriate, but Sleeping every day seems to be a habit Celatia has developed herself.
"Your Highness, do you want to enjoy breakfast?" Garrods, who was guarding the door, had stayed up all night very conscientiously. The black dragon guard, who was still in high spirits, asked immediately after finding Celatia getting up.
"Okay, anyway, we don't have to rush. Let's eat breakfast before we move." Celatia said while putting on her clothes, seemingly not caring that her half-naked body was being watched by Garrods.
Garrodes seemed to be used to this defenseless attitude of the noble clan princess, so he went downstairs and told the hotel waiter to prepare breakfast.
After enjoying a sumptuous breakfast in their gauze skirts, Celatia and Garrods left the town of Bellica in a hurry. When they arrived at a relatively remote hill outside the town, Garrods was covered in blood. His muscles expanded rapidly, and the surrounding dark elements filled the surrounding space in an instant. Even the originally dense water elements were swept away. When a pair of huge dark dragon wings that exuded a metallic texture stretched out. , Garrods has completely transformed into a huge black dragon more than forty meters long.
The black dragon's sharp claws were deeply buried in the ground. The ice and snow melted away in an instant, and some moss and other vegetation withered instantly. The entire ground turned dark as if it had been soaked in ink. This is a trace of the intrusion of a large number of dark elements. At that time, if the elements were not dispelled on this ground, not a single blade of grass would grow due to the influence of dark elements for more than a hundred years.
The huge black dragon turned its head and looked at Celatia, who had become like a small ant below. The next moment, the black dragon lowered its head until it touched the ground: "Please come up, Your Highness~"
Celatia lightly jumped onto the head of the several-meter-high black dragon and sat down in a random position. Garrodus raised his head and quickly flapped his wings, like a rocket that was ignited, at an incredible speed. Soar into the sky.
"Those mercenaries are heading northwest in the forest. Don't let them find you until I check the situation."
"Yes! Your Highness."
After giving an order to Garrodes. Celatia lay down comfortably, enjoying the sound of the strong wind whistling past her ears, and closed her eyes to relax.
When a powerful black dragon was chasing from behind, the Soaring Eagle Mercenary Group, who still didn't know what terrible fate they would face, continued to move deeper into the forest. After the mercenary group and the slave-catching team left the fortress this morning and officially entered the misty forest, the leader of the mercenary group, Garnat, was delighted to find that the howling wind and snow had rarely stopped, and there were no longer large pieces of falling snowflakes and all-day fog. With the cold wind whistling in their ears, everyone felt that the temperature had risen a bit.
This is a good sign!
Gartner is very satisfied with the weather. If it can keep up, the entire mercenary group will not only be able to explore the forest for a longer period of time, but the consumption of various materials will also be reduced a lot. After seeing the rare sunlight shining through the trees onto the ground, Garnat quickly organized his scouts to take advantage of this good opportunity and rush to the front to explore the terrain.
Although he had a forest map acquired from the townspeople of Belika in his hand. But the map alone is not enough. After all, the map is made by the townspeople themselves, so the markings will inevitably be different from the actual situation. You need to confirm the representation on the map before you can march according to the markings on the map. Otherwise, once you are in the forest, If you get lost in the snow forest in the far north, the entire mercenary group may be killed by the terrible extreme weather.
"According to the intelligence, this is where I first saw the elf appear!"
Garnat held the map and observed the surroundings with several hunters from the slave hunting team. Garnat was confident in fighting, but when it came to tracking through some clues, only the senior hunters in the slave catching team had this ability. The hunters in these slave-catching teams have participated in many captures of elves or dwarves, and they know very well that no trace of the elves' habits can escape their eyes.
It's just that this time the work efficiency of these hunters in the snowfield has dropped a lot. Because the heavy snow that is always falling will bury any trace in a few minutes.
"There's no trace~ nothing. Maybe we should move on a little further. If those adventurers really encountered elves here, then those elves couldn't have gone too far." A man who looked to be in his fifties or sixties The 20-year-old hunter rummaged around and shook his head.
The entire team quickly adjusted their direction. Although no traces of elves were found along the way, many people in the team had already made gains. A newly recruited mage recently found several rare blood berries, and there were still mutations. The mage carefully put these precious medicinal herbs into his pocket. You must know that all kinds of medicinal materials produced in the Forest of Mist are hot commodities in the eyes of various pharmacist associations on the mainland.
At this moment, a team of scouts who had been sent out suddenly returned. Seeing the gestures made by the scouts, they seemed to have found some useful clues.
"Chief! We found this under a tree not far away." After the scout dismounted, he brought a broken sword to Ganant's eyes.
"this one?"
The scout hurriedly explained that the remains of the owner of the sword were also lying under the tree, but only this sword caught the scout's attention. Garant took a look and was a little puzzled. Many poachers and scattered mercenaries had come to the Mist Forest with dreams of getting rich, and many of them never returned. It would not be surprising even if someone died in the Mist Forest. But when the scout showed the cross section of the broken sword to Ganant, the leader of the mercenary group was stunned. Not only that, but even a mage on the side looked serious.
The broken cross-section is as smooth as a mirror without any grooves or holes. You must know that if a long sword is broken or cut off in a battle, the fracture will definitely be uneven, but this sword simply looks like Tofu was cut in two like that. After hesitating for a moment, Garnat asked the scout to hold the long sword, and then took out the two-handed epee on his back and made a very precise strike to split the long sword into two pieces. But when he picked it up and inspected it, Garnat shook his head helplessly. Although his sword cut off the long sword, the fractured surface could not achieve the smooth mirror-like feeling.
"To reach this level, it is estimated that excellent weapons are needed, and the sword holder must be at least as strong as a knight commander." After another observation, Garant made a preliminary judgment.
"Wind magic can also achieve the same effect, but it requires at least level 7 wind magic to do it."
The one with the highest magic level among several mages also made his own judgment. Elves are a race born with magical perception. It can be said that every elf is a born magician, even some young elf children. You can cast some low-level spells at will. If there are really elves living in this forest, then there should be at least one elf mage with level 10 or above.
Although finding a broken sword doesn't mean anything, it can at least confirm one thing, that is, there must be something in this forest, whether it is an elf or something else.
Several experienced slave-catching team hunters immediately led the scouts to the place where the remains were found to check if there were any other traces. The mercenary group and the slave-catching team also stepped up their vigilance at this time, and there were adventurers. The remains and there are obvious traces of being attacked. This means that they have obviously entered a war zone. It is always good to be more alert.
In fact, what the Soaring Eagle Mercenary Group doesn't know is that this remains was specially placed there just to be discovered by them. Most of the adventurers and mercenaries who entered the Mist Forest before were captured alive and sent to Ulduar. After a large number of human slaves were sent to the city to serve as labor force, these captured mercenaries and adventurers were also thrown into the crystallized forest for 'reserve'. Even those who were unfortunately killed during the battle had their bodies taken care of by the elves afterwards, leaving no traces behind for these mercenaries to find.
This remains was specially left here to attract the attention of these mercenaries. At the same time, further clues were cleverly arranged, just waiting for these mercenaries to be clever but to be mistaken.
Soon the experienced hunters found some clues around the remains. After discussion, the mercenary leader Garant began to move the team forward. At the same time, Garant also cautiously asked the scouts to go ahead to investigate the situation. However, what every mercenary doesn't know is that they, who think they are hunters, are being lured into the abyss of death bit by bit by the 'prey' they are looking for.
Not long after the team left, several Frost Elf scouts flashed out from the branches. Looking at the leaving mercenary team, the elves used communication magic devices and whispered: "The target is walking towards the town as expected. "(To be continued...)