Danica sat on a rock, took out a kettle from her backpack and drooled in her mouth, and fell into deep regret.

Why did I choose such a path? Danica thought in annoyance.

A month ago, Danica received a commission from Pasival Brian, the dean of the three major magic academies, to send a letter to the Elf.

The shortest distance from the three magic academies to the elves is actually to cross the entire human race area, but I heard that there is not much peace there recently. Small-scale wars are constantly breaking out, and it is very dangerous to pass through the war area. If you can avoid it, please avoid it! In addition, Danica came out this time to continue her travels on the Katic continent, so she chose another road, going north from the three magic academies, passing through the northwest mountains, going to the northern prairie, and passing through the Fude Basin, you will reach the eastern forest of the elves, which is equivalent to going around the north.

Danica felt that her route planning was good, but she was hit hard just one month after she came out. The three magic academies are separated by a northwest mountain range between the northern prairie. It would be quite troublesome if she wanted to go around it. It would be conservatively estimated that it would take three or four months. If she could cross the line, she would undoubtedly get closer. Climbing a mountain is of course tiring than walking on a flat road. Danica still knows this, but she thought about her physical fitness of a third-level professional, so it would be fine to climb a few mountains!

The facts tell Danica that there is a problem, and it is a big problem! The mountains in the northwest mountain range are completely different from the small hills she saw in the central and eastern part of the continent. First of all, the mountain is steep, with thirty-degree slopes everywhere, many of which are over 45 degrees. Climbing such a mountain is really "climbing", and it requires both hands and feet; the other is high. Danica has never encountered a mild climate at the foot of the mountain before. When she climbed halfway, she had to wear the cotton coat she prepared herself, wrapped in a thick, flexible cotton coat. Walking on an extremely steep hillside, she either had ice or snow under her feet. She slipped down the hillside by accident, and then rolled down the hillside. She rolled down quickly and turned into a knife, which was equivalent to rolling around on the Knife Mountain. If she had not grabbed a dead tree when she was halfway, Danica's life would have been explained there.

After finally climbing over the snow-capped mountains, the next step was the primeval forest. The climate suddenly became extremely humid and hot, and my breathing was stuffy, and my vision was very limited. The beasts that were hunting were hidden behind the shadows of trees, and the miasma poisonous insects were everywhere, and they were everywhere. When I stood there for a few minutes, my legs were covered with dense insects. The mouthpiece like a needle pierced into the skin, and my stomach sucked blood and swelled. Danica had seen a corpse that was sucked into a human.

Compared to the snow mountain, Danica prefers this environment. Her blood contains highly toxicity, which is completely immune to the biggest problem of rushing to the primeval forest - the harassment of poisonous insects. Not only will she die if she sucks Danica's blood, her bloodline has a deterrent to all toxic creatures. Without the worries of poisonous insects, Danica does not have to wrap herself tightly in such a humid and hot environment. She can wear cool and breathable summer clothes, which is much more comfortable.

Not long after Danica sat on the stone, she saw a golden-headed centipede sneaking over quietly, aiming at her exposed ankle. It slowly approached and suddenly stopped when it was about to attack, turning around and running, but it was too late. Two wind ropes flew over quickly, entangled it and lifted it in mid-air.

Not bad, there was another harvest. Danica walked in this primeval forest for more than ten days, and she caught a lot of poisonous insects that were rare outside.

Danica looked at the sky through the layers of shade. The sun was about to set. Let's take a night off on this ground today!

Danica walked around and found a suitable camping site. This was a clearing in the forest. The land was quite flat. There was a flowing stream more than 300 meters away. The stream water was clear and could be used for cooking. Although the ground was very wet and there was no covering, it was just that. You can't find any good camping site in this kind of primeval forest.

Danica put down her backpack, took out the tent from it, and started building it. In order to save weight, she chose a very small tent, which could only be lying alone in it, without even space to turn over, which seemed cramped, but there was no way. She couldn't afford a magic tent like Phyllis, no matter what, she couldn't afford it, or even couldn't buy it.

After setting up the tent, Danica dug a small hole in the ground with branches, picked up some dry branches and leaves, and set up a bonfire. She also built a simple stove with branches, with a small pot with a black base hanging on it, with most of the pot of water inside.

Danica sat next to the fire, licking the pot as she watched the beating flames, remembering her previous days in York town.

When she was in York town, after a day of work, she would sit in front of the stove, looking at the boiling water and the ups and downs of jerky meat in the small pot, looking forward to her supper. Now she thought about the days at that time were quite hard, but there was not so much intrigue, and the knowledge of pharmacy was enough to make her live a good life in the town.

What would happen if she had been living in York town? Danica suddenly thought of a question. She might always be just a beginner magician, living a dull life in the town, and even having her own family... No, it's impossible. Danica shook her head. The so-called dull life is just her fantasy. With the hatred and killing hidden in her blood, she will never be able to obtain a peaceful life.

The water boiled, Danica took out some jerky meat and threw it in, adding some spices - this is the change. When she was in York town, she was reluctant to eat salt, but now, she can pour a small bag of spices directly in at will. She has changed, so why did she think about the past?

After eating his own supper, Danica treated the golden-headed centipede he had caught before, cut a wooden stick and skewed it on the fire. In fact, fried centipede is the best, but now there is no such condition, so just barbecue, which is pretty good.

The primeval forest was full of dangers, especially at night, those predators came out, dragging their hungry stomachs to find prey. Danica sat in front of the tent and added a few dry firewood to make the fire burn more vigorously. She was not completely without literature in the primeval forest. Ordinary beasts were easy to deal with, but there were likely to be monsters in this kind of place. Although the monsters had powerful combat power comparable to professionals, their intelligence was not very good, especially the low-level monsters, whose way of thinking was not much different from that of ordinary beasts. A vigorous bonfire was enough to scare them away. As for the middle-level monsters, she thought she would not have the luck to meet them.

After simply setting up a few small warning arrays, Danica went back to the tent to sleep. She had to hurry to go tomorrow, and she didn't know how long it would take to get out of this primeval forest.

When she was sleeping until midnight, Danica suddenly opened her eyes. She felt something was wrong around her. She couldn't explain clearly what was wrong, but she just felt something was about to happen. Danica did not get up, but she just lay on her side, pressing her ear to the ground and listening carefully to the vibration of the ground, but she heard nothing, and the warning array was not triggered.

Maybe she was too sensitive, Danica thought to herself, closing her eyes and planning to continue sleeping, but she couldn't sleep anyway. Her personality destined that she could not fall asleep at a safe time, even if the possibility is very low.

Danica opened her eyes, staring at the tent in a daze, and wait a little longer, and go to bed if nothing really happens.

Suddenly, Danica sat up, and the magic circle arranged on the west side had been triggered, and there was really someone approaching here.

At this time, you can't go out from the front. Maybe someone stared at the door. Danica took out a dagger, cut her only tent without hesitation, and rushed out.

"That guy ran away!" Danica heard a rough voice, and then a harsh sound of breaking through the air came. With a bang, something in her tent hit and began to burn. The shock wave made Danica stagger and almost fell down.

Danica held down the trunk with her hands and maintained her balance again. After a few bangs, the bullet hit the trunk, and the splashed wood slag hit her face.

I couldn't stay here anymore. Danica ran a few steps with a broken line, and found the meeting and rushed into the dense woodland. A shuttle almost flew over her back.

After running for a few minutes, Danica found a tree, hugged the trunk in her arms and climbed up. If you encounter danger in the jungle, climbing onto the tree is a good choice.

I felt that no one was chasing me, and Danica gasped violently. She ran too fast just now and was a little out of breath.

After calming down his breath, Danica considered the current situation. The hand cannon used by dwarves just now was very similar to the hand cannon used by dwarves. Danica really couldn't remember any holiday with the dwarves. She hadn't even seen a few dwarves, so why did it bring disaster to killing? Danica knew that the Northwest Mountains were the activity area of ​​dwarves, but they didn't occupy all such a large area. Even if they occupied it, they wouldn't let people pass! I've heard of the city expenses, but I haven't heard of the mountains to pay for the fees, let alone they don't want to collect money, but they're going to be dead!

The more Danica thought about it, the more angry she became. She really didn't know what was wrong with the short guys' heads. She had to kill herself for no reason. If she hadn't avoided it in time, that hand cannon could have knocked herself into scum.

Danica hesitated for a moment, but still jumped out of the tree. She needed to figure out who was going to kill herself and why?

Danica walked around for a while and returned to her tent. She hid in a bush and watched from a distance. The tent had been burned to the point where only the skeleton was left. A few thick and short guys stood in front of the tent, as if discussing something, but the voice was very low and she couldn't hear it.

Danica felt that this scene seemed to have been experienced before. Yes, she had experienced it. A group of guys who appeared inexplicably burned their home and then chased her in the jungle... Danica felt a little dazzled, as if she had returned to that desperate and frightening moment. Her eyes turned into pure ink color, and the hatred in her blood began to burn.

It has changed. The broth has added spices for seasoning. I have also become a third-level profession and have the ability to avenge those who wantonly destroy their home!

Danica sneaked over quietly, and she could see more clearly. There were five people in total, all of whom were dwarfs, wearing rough but strong leather armor, some holding muskets, some holding giant axes, and carrying a hand cannon with a thick and long gun barrel and powerful power.

"Someone broke in." The dwarf with his hand cannon behind his back said in a rough voice.

"I know." The dwarf standing in the middle grabbed his beard with some annoyance. He was in a bad mood now. He was transferred here to take charge of this area half a year ago. Patroling in this humid and hot primeval forest all day had already accumulated a lot of boredom. Just a few days ago, he finally received the transfer order to leave this ghost place. Unexpectedly, such a thing happened in the last shift. He had not met a person in the half year of patrolling in this forest. How could anyone run into such a deep mountain forest?

"And she ran away." said the dwarf holding a musket in his hand.

"I know, I know." The leading dwarf became even more annoyed. His Highness personally told him that no one was allowed to break in, or that no "living person" was allowed to break in. His mission was to turn any living person who broke in into a dead person, but now that the living person has run away, how can she turn into a dead person?

"What will we do next?" The dwarf with his hand cannon behind his back saw the captain just walking around there, so he had to ask, "If we don't chase him, that guy might have run away."

"How can I chase this situation!" The leading dwarf shouted. At night, the jungle is the two most unsuitable environments for chasing. The overlap between these two environments makes people even more desperate. I was too careless just now, so why did that guy run away?

"If you can't catch up, you have to chase!" The dwarf holding a musket was relatively calm and said, "This is our responsibility, we must fulfill our duties." As for whether there will be a result after fulfilling our duties, it is another matter, but if you do nothing and let the intruder run away, they can't afford the responsibility.

"You are right, we must chase." The leading dwarf said viciously with bloodshot eyes, "not only must we chase, but we must also catch up." Several of his team members may not know much about the situation and just want to fulfill their responsibilities, but he knew that if something really happened, they would all die if they were not responsible!
Chapter completed!