Hearing Abel's approval, the crowd almost broke up and went to the stream that had just come in, scrambling to wash their faces and get rid of the nasty bacteria from all over their bodies. Alan was not in such a hurry, perhaps because his boots were not improvised and his energy expenditure was not particularly high. Alan nodded to the sellsword, who had been protecting him along the way, and motioned for them to take a rest. That man looked again at Colonel Grant and Abel, and after they had been approved, they rushed to seize the precious water. Alan could see why Abel had chosen this place to rest, for one thing, because it was the last easy place to get drinking water. After that, if additional supplies of fresh water were needed, it would be necessary to find a hidden river and dig for water. In the second place, since he had entered the forest, he had felt a strong stranglehold on the Olympiad, and the deeper he went, the worse the stranglehold became. Beyond that, the fragile apparatus of Arcane communication would have been unable to work.
Abel summoned wind whirls to hold the communications device, which had folded into a square box. After a few claps, the device lay flat and the blue Arcane projection began to work, though its luster dimmed a little. A few seconds later the Reverend Nurkokin's face appeared on the surface of the sphere, and Alan had the privilege of seeing for the first time what the great man of Sekwibo looked like. Probably because of the Arcane suppression, Abel and Murray cut off the communication before they could say a word, and it was so quiet that Alan could not hear what was said.
It wasn't long before the team was almost done, washing off most of the annoying bacteria, drinking water, and simply eating before heading back on the road. The road ahead is a long long mushroom tree, the sun has become very weak, and although it is not dark forward, very inconvenient. The road ahead was already exhausted and had to rely on the arcane to clear a path, with lighting. Luan Zhuo got down on one knee, confirmed the direction of the river, and pointed out the next direction for the team. Along with the other mages, Alan began to practice his proud fireball technique, attempting to burn all the mycotic trees that stood in his way, only to find that the mushrooms were very different and often burned out in flames. At the same time, Alan was also exposed to the horrors of mathematical suppression. Even the fireball, which he was very good at, only produced a stone-sized orange-red fireball, one of the least effective of the fireballs. Burning for a long time is only to burn out a barely passable tunnel, for the huge forest is a drop in the bucket, and burns like scratching an itch.
"Save your energy, everybody. It's two days before we get out of the canyon." Shevell saw the oddity at once and hastened to give orders.
The crowd opened the way with fire spells, it was an open fire. Alan reckoned that at his current Arcane level, not to mention casting large spells, it might have been doubtful that Fireball could have been cast at all had it not been for the multilingual Arcane spell.
Alan felt something unspeakable and was filled with doubts. In theory, the energy properties here should not be fundamentally different from those at the foot of a mountain a few kilometers away, that is, the wave intensity should not be particularly different, so why not feel most of the energy waves? It was as if most of the energy waves were not absent, but as if they were held in place by the great hand of some power from which they could not escape, resulting in very little actual free energy available to cast spells, and the arcane effects were greatly diminished. After all, this is a guess that needs to be confirmed by more experiments, and this time the goal is to march quickly, so it will have to wait until the mission is completed.
Abel seemed to share this doubt, gathering the blade in his hand several times and letting it go. In the end, Shen through many attempts to judge: in this magical valley, the real decision of the small scale of the outcome may only be the martial and high section of the mage. Low-level mages can't even use their spells, they're just a drag. Alan, for example, is either a salted fish or a compound spell. The warrior has an advantage over the Arcane in the forest, although the poor terrain and light limit their movement, making them only able to dodge and attack in limited areas, but also making it easier to sneak and stab. Fortunately, the Deco family is famous for wind spells, can rise high in a short battle, as long as pay attention not to install huge mushroom slices, take advantage of the height, and even if defeated, can also run away at any time.
In the Dark River area, Arcane suppression became so severe that Shen's several attempts to open Arcane communication devices failed. From then on, the detachment was completely cut off from the outside world. For the next period, Luan Zhuo was the eye of the detachment, looking for traces of the dark river and moving forward slowly until they disappeared.
Grenn had been hanging at the far end of the line, for some reason, and Abel had been watching the Sellsword. Soon Shevell sensed something was wrong, and the powerful Arcane field spread quickly after the whisper of the curse. Everything was as clear as day in his eyes. In the east, outside the three giant mushroom trees, a figure is peering! Back out of the probe, Shelvey lifted his hand to cut out a blade. After continuously cutting through several pieces of mushroom tree, with the Arcane's weak fire, the crowd saw the vague shape of the stalker, and gasps of surprise suddenly rang out.
Along with the blades came Grenn, who had been hanging at the end of the line. Grenn hurled himself directly in the direction of the peeper. The long fiery knife burst into flames, splitting the pieces that had not been cut off by the blade. Grenn chased the stalker in the direction he had fled, leaving only the smell of roasted mushrooms.
"Rest until Mr. Grenn returns." Shevell did not say much. He gave orders in Abel's place. Grenn seemed to have been aware of it for a long time, but he had been making sure of it, and this sharpness made the hearts of all the Deco people feel both relaxed and nervous.
But because of the bad terrain and light, Grenn left empty-handed. But one thing is certain: the team is being followed.
Luan Zhuo said that he heard and heard several Tumun languages when the other party was far away, and he believed that the follower might be from the Tumun tribe or at least a Tumun.
Figure gate? Levyzk's only Tumen gathering place is northeast of the Mycelia, in the Dominion of Tumen, which borders both Seve and Levy counties. Although the mountain was at the junction of three counties, only the Tumen Dominion did not have a conventional route to the mountain, and the only way to enter it was to cross the mountains, which was not worth the loss. Luan Zhuo had never heard of any tribe trying to enter the Maylands when he left the Dominion.
A sense of foreboding flared in everyone's heart. Where did the Tumens come from? What are you doing here? Why are you following them? I don't know. And by the looks of it, they should have been in here long before, so they knew the terrain so well that they could escape pursuit, and the way this guy moved, he looked more like a scout on a warlord patrol than a regular explorer. This means that there may have been a large and organized army of Tumen in this dark forest for a long time. From what Grenn and Luan knew of the Tumen habits, there might have been a guard tower or some other military structure nearby.
"Could that be the Tooman of the Saddle?" Alan's question made everyone look at him with the eyes of a retard. "There must be a Tooman there, too." 'added Alan, not feeling the awkwardness.
Abel shook his head, said it was impossible, and patiently explained it to Alan. The inhabitants of the Banishanshan were either criminals or descendants of criminals, felons who had been exiled and imprisoned there during the Levitzk Empire. Isolated from the rest of the world, the mountain Saddle is a natural prison, and the only way to get out of the mountain is through floating magic. This kind of magic is beyond the reach of these criminals. Moreover, since Seve took over the administration of the Exile Saddle after the collapse of the Levytsk empire, and even filled it with dissident dissidents, it is unlikely that a mass prison break would have occurred otherwise Seve would have been in chaos. Even if we're gonna break out, why go to McCabe? Sightseeing?
The question is, in that case, why did the Tumens come to this forest, which is not fit for human life at all? There must be a plan. There must be something very important that attracts them and makes them worth the human effort. But at this time the people do not have time to consider so much, the progress of the march is too fast, even knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, they can only be biased toward tiger mountain.