It was already noon, but the forest was still dark, as if it was still in dusk. Trees and shrubs cast large shadows on the ground in the darkness. Sometimes there were tiny footsteps coming from the dark shadows. A strange figure flashed by under the cover of the shadows. Then came the short screams of small animals near-death and the chewing sound that made people's backs numb.

The forest is hot and humid, and the fallen leaves and soil are soaked in water vapor. Under the scorching heat, the sloping mist of water rises from the ground, evaporating upwards. The mist is faint and blocks the air like a veil, which does not hinder vision, but in the dark forest, it makes the field of vision blurry.

Apart from the rising fog, the dense forest was almost completely stagnant, with no wind or rain, and trees and shrubs still as if they were frozen, and each leaf remained still, as if it was just a dead object carved by artists. However, the occasional bird songs above the heads added a little vitality to the still picture.

"Pula" a sound of flapping the stagnation in the forest. Countless birds living on the canopy were alarmed and rushed into the sky with their wings. The branches and leaves on the canopy were touched by the flock of shocked birds, shaking violently and making rustling sounds. The flock of birds seemed to send a signal, and the bushes in the forest began to shake. Countless small beasts drilled in and out of the bushes, quickly hiding to a safe place in the chaos, only revealing a pair of curious eyes, shining in the darkness of the forest, staring in the same direction.

"Swishy, ​​swishy." In the direction the little beasts stared at, there was no figure in the dense lost forest, but the sound of footsteps came continuously from the depths of the dense forest. The footsteps seemed to have a strange rhythm, and quickly approached in the mist. Suddenly, the curious little beasts in the bushes quickly retracted. Even their shining eyes were no longer exposed. The sharp sound of wind breaking out, and several feather arrows drilled out of the mist, sank into a bushes that had not been moved like lightning. After a scream, a fox, the size of a wolf, jumped out of the bushes, and two feather arrows were tied to one side of their body, and they fled into the depths of the dense forest with blood flowing into the fallen leaves on the ground. The following of the footsteps of the blood on the fallen leaves on the ground, extending into the darkness.

The sound of footsteps in the forest did not change at all. The person who shot the feather arrows still walked rhythmically and emerged from the faint white mist. The people who appeared were wearing pitch-black cloaks, their faces were wrapped in black cloaks, and their bodies were almost completely covered with skin. Only pairs of light green eyes could show their race. One after another, the elves wrapped in the cloak appeared in sequence from the forest, arranged in a semi-arc formation, quickly occupying the dense jungle of bushes. The walking posture of these elves was very strange. When they walked, their upper bodies were low. The legs were bent between the squatting and standing positions, and their body center of gravity was leaning forward, giving people the feeling of an arrow resting on the bowstring, which might sped forward at any time.

In fact, they did do this, in this posture, galloping in the forest like flying. Lost forest, or the entire death forest, the terrain is very complex, with raised roots, interlaced vines, wooden stakes left after death, and a large number of obstacles that affect movement are densely covered in the entire forest area. What’s even more terrifying is that these obstacles are all hidden under thick fallen leaves. If people who are not familiar with the forest walk here, they may have to explore and move forward carefully. If you are not careful, you may be tripped by the hidden obstacles. At this time, the poisonous insects and insect monsters hidden in the fallen leaves and the soil will happily try to enjoy this delicious food delivered to your door.

However, the dense obstacles seemed to be non-existent to these cloaked elves. They maintained this strange posture and moved forward in rhythmic steps. Every step they took was just a light point on the fallen leaves on the ground. The fallen leaves had not yet had a chance to sink, and the people had left their original position, as if they had lost their weight and were floating against the ground.

"Gu~~~Gu~~~Gu~~~Gu~~~" There were nearly thirty cloaked elves. After quickly occupying the bushes and forest land in the forest, one of the elves made a strange bird song from under the masked black cloth. As soon as the birds were singing, the rustling sound of leaves rubbing in the canopy above the head, and the friction gradually faded away, and at the same time, the sound of another bird was crying away.

A few minutes later, the footsteps were coming from a distance, and a dozen figures emerged from the mist and arrived at the occupied area. In the darkness behind them, unknown cloak figures swayed, and some of them walked around the area from the side, crossed the crowd in the same posture, and rushed to the unoccupied area ahead. The dozen figures walked into the bush forest and stopped and stopped moving forward. These more than ten people were naturally the six members of the adventure group, and the demigods who escorted them all the way, and cleaned them up.

The obstacles on the road were among the elf forest guards. Each member of the royal guards was the best ranger. The forest operation was extremely experienced. Even if he chose one member and threw him into the depths of the forest, he could finally return to the elf court safely. The girls found that with them as escorts, there was no battle breaking out along the way, and never encountered a dangerous situation. He was obviously in the lost forest full of danger, but he was as comfortable as walking in the garden of the Holy Capital Western Museum.

"Hey, this blood... tsk, this is the blood of the fantasy fox." Panis smelled the blood as soon as he arrived nearby. He walked over and picked up a few blood-stained leaves and put them under his nose and smelled it. He said in surprise: "Do you still remember the team leader under Dora? He is also called the fantasy fox. This is her blood."

"Don't talk nonsense, this should be the blood of the real fantasy fox." Catherine gave Panis a blank look and took the leaves he handed over. But no matter how the girl smelled it, except for the stench of the fallen leaves, there was only a pungent smell of blood. She could not tell the type of bloody owner from the smell of blood.

"Why should we say we are lucky or not?" The wet environment makes the fallen leaves quickly. After touching them, their hands will always be muddy. Panis wiped the sludge on his hands and said, "This kind of monster is rare. Unless you look for it with a purpose, you may not be able to hit one in a few years. And it is a rare legendary fantasy fox. This should be considered good luck."
Chapter completed!