Shadow Covenant

Chapter 194 "Oolong"

——"The meditation is over."

——"After a long meditation... your body has also developed a little resistance."

——"Your blood volume drops by 21 points, and your immunity value increases by 3 points."

……

The data disappeared in a flash, and Woody's focus was all on the outside of the carriage.

"what happened?"

The breath of death and corruption constantly washed Woody's keen perception, but what answered him was the steady answer of the coachman outside the door.

"Your Excellency, we are on our way. We are now leaving the Golden River Valley and taking the road between the Farrell Mountains. Just now, the guards repelled two groups of attacking gnolls. Please don't worry."

Obviously, the driver outside the door thought that Woody was affected by the fight, but Woody was startled and quickly denied it.

"It's not this, I'm talking about the fog, how did the fog come from!"

Thick gray fog covered the car windows as if there was thick smoke billowing outside, and the flames were blazing everywhere. The only thing lacking was that there was no pungent smoke.

The coachman outside the door said suddenly.

"These fogs are just some ordinary mountain fogs, haven't you seen them before?"

The coachman obviously noticed the fog, and he told Woody with confidence.

"It's okay, our caravan is very familiar with the road here, no matter how thick the fog is, we won't get lost."

"Wait, don't you smell something? Like rot?"

Woody felt more and more wrong, but the coachman's answer still made him helpless.

"If you want to talk about the taste, the forest in the mist does have a smell of decaying trees, but this is a common landform in the coastal mountainous areas of the west coast. It is rainy all the year round, and the trees are tall and deep. It's damp and it's normal to have a strong smell of decay."

"If your Excellency can't accept it, why don't I sprinkle some scented dew on you now? Clean the air?"

Woody's status is very noble, and the driver understands this truth, so he not only answered respectfully and patiently explained, but also treated him as he would deal with Cecil, even arranged for the scented dew specially used by spellcasters Yes, just one drop can fill a car cabin less than a few square meters in size with fragrance.

"No, it's the smell of rotting corpses."

Woody pushed open the door of the carriage, and said with a gloomy face.

After pushing them away, the disgusting rotten smell in the perception became more and more clear, like a sesame seed in a bowl of soup, although it is not much, it is very conspicuous.

Although the outside world is as the coachman said, the tall trees canopy cover the stars in the sky, the ground is criss-crossed, each has vine roots as thick as a person, and bushes as tall as a person are everywhere, looking forward from a distance , I can even see a magical light shining like a bright moon in the caravan, not only illuminating the road ahead of the caravan, but also reflecting the surrounding roads very clearly, but still unable to resist the shadows and even the fog in the light diffuse.

Where the light shines, or where the darkness engulfs the next moment, wisps of gray mist can be seen lingering on it, but the colors are different. The whole world is filled with this strange and ever-changing dense fog.

"The smell of rotting corpses?"

"That's impossible! The Gnoll looting has just passed. Even if there is a corpse, it is still fresh and warm. Without this smell, you must have smelled it wrong, Your Excellency, right?"

The coachman tried his best to smell it first, but he still didn't smell the smell that Woody said, so he asked very puzzled.

"Where is this place?"

Woody didn't bother with this, he knew now that this kind of decay was not physical, but more spiritual.

He can clearly feel it because his perception is high, while others cannot perceive it, naturally because their perception is low.

If Angelina were here, she would probably have the same reaction as him.

However, if there is no memory of him, it is estimated that it will not be so sensitive. After all, if you insist on caring about this smell, you can ignore it, and it has not affected your normal life.

In other words, this thick fog was seen in Maple Leaf Bay earlier?Is it also the signal for the group of guards to force the river valley city to return?

Suspicion and suspicion began to appear on Woody's face. The meditation was over, and he felt even more uneasy staying in the car, so he sat directly on the shaft of the car, on the other side of the horse.

Although the coachman didn't dare to make a sound when he saw him like this, he knew that he still hadn't given up, so he took the trouble to explain to him the root of the rot, so as to dispel his suspicions. After all, he was still very worried about whether he would Received Woody's complaint.

Woody also chatted one after another, and he was more curious about why the dense fog appeared here. Could it be that, as Tecia said, this dense fog enveloped the entire Golden River Valley, and all No one can go out?
Woody believed her words, because even if there were no gods, the mage's mythical lock could keep some people in a land forever, let alone a god who had clearer rules about the land.
Woody followed the convoy all the way to the end of the valley with a vigilant heart, and when he got here, the driver on the side also kindly reminded him.

"Your Excellency, after passing through this mountain depression, we will walk another hundred meters. We will pass through the Farrell Mountains and arrive at the Golden Hills. If we follow the hills to the north, we will be able to see Rosent in a short time. "

"This season is the best in September. You can see the vast and neat fields like the sun coating them with a layer of gold. They surround the town, like a large carpet in the home of a nobleman. It's beautiful. Extremely."

"At that time, the food in the small town was also very delicious. I was lucky enough to eat it a few years ago. It is different from bread. It is a kind of grainy and soft food. It is much more delicious than black bread."

The coachman spoke with gusto, boasting about the Golden Hills. Even the dogs there said they were smarter than the sled dogs in the Northland, and would help drive away goblins or kobolds...

It was quiet outside the convoy, only the sound of the convoy's actions could be heard in the entire mountain, and the noise of horseshoes and some human voices.

"It's almost there. We'll see a path right away. There will be a lot of wild fruit trees along the road later. If you want to eat, I can go down and pick some."

"Don't go, the fog is so thick now."

Woody's complexion hiding under the eaves of the car was flickered by some light. He found that the surrounding fog became denser, as if he was in some kind of fairyland. Steaming curls of white mist.

"Ham, it's nothing, there is His Royal Highness Cecil's portable lighthouse, not to mention ten meters away, even a mile away, I can clearly find it back, don't worry, Your Excellency."

The coachman was full of confidence, but Woody still refused again, and the coachman could only nod in agreement with regret, expressing that he gave up the plan of picking wild fruits on the roadside, in fact, he also wanted to eat some.

Of course, Woody doesn't care about the coachman's resentment, he just has a slight sense of uneasiness, especially because the rotten smell in the air has not been relieved because he is about to leave the Farrell Mountains, and it still lingers in his mouth and nose like a ghost. It gives people a sense of déjà vu that they can see a decayed corpse anytime, anywhere.

But Woody's carriage didn't pick it up, it doesn't mean that other people won't go. Not long after passing the Farrell Mountains, many people in front of and behind Woody got out of the carriage with the help of lights, and got into the bushes on both sides In the bushes, picking wild fruits.

Obviously, this has become a certain habit of caravans every year, or they are used as business travelers, and those places have food or scenery, they have already become instincts in their business travel career for many years.

It's also some travel respite from a dull life.

Woody doesn't have that much energy to keep everyone from picking them. Now he still hasn't figured out how long the mist will entangle them. The undead creatures hidden in the mist in his imagination did not attack, but quietly All the way to the golden hills, he was already very confused, and he planned that if he went on like this, he would have to go to Cecil and ask her to help him find out what was wrong.

But having said that, the spellcaster's perception of danger is obviously much higher than his. If there is any poison or danger, their various spells and strange objects they wear will give an early warning, especially when this fog has appeared. A few hours, not a short-term meeting.

This is also the reason why Woody didn't rush to find her again. He wanted to wait a little longer, wait for the danger to appear, and then deal with it, because his current strength can only be blocked by soldiers, covered by water and soil. It is unrealistic for him to solve the root cause of this fog.

All he can do now is wait...

The wait was not long, because very soon, the person who had just gone to pick the fruit received a response. Hearing the cry, Woody subconsciously held the curved sword he just took out from the dimensional ring, and moved towards the place where the sound came from. run.

Can't hold back at last?

Woody breathed a sigh of relief, and now he explained that the creatures in the mist were not strong, and could only rely on sneak attacks, only targeting a group of gluttonous caravan members, instead of attacking Cecil's luxurious carriage that he was always watching.

Woody's movement also startled a group of guards who were resting and wandering. Seeing Woody rushing over like a cheetah, the subconscious stress response also pulled out the knife, followed Woody's direction, and rushed over.

For a moment, accompanied by that exclamation, the sound of drawing a knife and the sound of horseshoes resounded.

Woody didn't care about the movement behind him, he just ran towards the location of the sound at full speed, and in less than ten seconds, Woody rushed to the carriage that made the sound.

I saw that although the misty forest was dim under the light, the vague outlines of the trees could still be seen.Woody also clearly saw a figure standing among the trees, moving towards his direction with difficulty, and his voice fell silent.

Undead skeletons?Is it still too late?

Woody, who is familiar with all kinds of monster lore, feels sad. This is obviously not a walking posture that normal humans can walk.

But he thought about it in his heart, but his hands still didn't stop.

To be on the safe side, he didn't directly break into the mist, but directly activated the monocle attached to his right eye.

This is his prize from the goblin commander.

It can not only enhance +3 night vision ability, but also allow him to clearly obtain the data of distant monsters, but it cannot be opened for a long time, otherwise it will affect the vision, and there are not small side effects, but for the tactical goggles In terms of effect, these negative effects are bearable.

And with his activation, the light of the monolithic eyes gradually brightened. Different from the glow of Woody's golden pupils, the surface of the lens was more like the ripples splashed by a stone thrown into the lake, diverging bursts, and the silhouette of the distant figure The data is also presented in front of Woody.

He was stunned for a moment.

——"Scan Analysis Type: Human."

——"Combat analysis value: 3-5."

——"Analysis of the winning rate of both sides: 98%"

……

How could it be human?

Isn't it undead?
Although Woody was puzzled, he was still vigilant.

Could it be a ghost banshee who would occupy a human body and possess the ability to possess, pretending to be a human being and wanting to get close to the carriage?Or is it the conspiracy of those dark creatures, vampires?

Numerous possibilities flashed through Woody's mind, who had a lot of monster information, but the possibility on the lens slowed down the curved sword attack that he originally wanted to slash through the fog. Although he was vigilant, he still maintained a point reason.

"who is it?"

At this time, a familiar voice came from the silhouette on the other side of the mist, it was the shout that Woody had just heard.

"What happened?"

Woody's heart suddenly pulled to the top, as if he was facing a big enemy, could this monster still imitate the sound?Is it a dragon?

He remembered that many dragons would imitate the sounds of creatures to lure ignorant creatures into its trap.

But the answer from the figure on the other side of the mist stunned Woody, who was still suspicious.

"Oh, you mean that, damn it, the fruit is gone, I can't find anything!"

Hearing the voice of complaining, Woody's originally incomparably solemn expression froze immediately, and he asked another question in disbelief.

"What did you say?"

It was like a fog too thick for me to hear clearly.

"No fruit, not this time, it seems that they were all picked by those goblins. Hell, they can be picked even if they are so tall."

It was still a complaint, but this time it was more specific, and the voice became clearer as it got closer.

And his voice spread, and others responded in the same way.

Woody and the guards who were facing the enemy froze immediately. They looked at each other for a while, not knowing what to do. Woody still did not give up, but he felt that as the figure passed through the fog and the people in the fog appeared in front of his eyes, Seeing his admiration, restraint and uneasiness after he recognized himself, Woody still reluctantly admitted that he had no problem, it was him who made a fuss and made an oolong.

However, as soon as the hanging heart was let go, the next person shouted impatiently.

"Have we lost our way!"

"This is not the way out of the valley, the terrain is completely different."

"But we have seen all the markers we just left, that is, we can go down the mountain from there to reach the golden hill."

"It's more humid here, there is still water, this is not a hill!"

……

The debate soon expanded and became noisier.

But it did not affect the progress of the team, and it is still going on.

Soon, when the fog cleared, along with the bushes.The trees gradually became lower, and the convoy once again came to a position with a wide view.

An unstoppable wave swept the entire convoy.

Because what greeted the eyes was not low mountains and hills, but gravel, grasslands that were eroded by winter, and fell into barren valleys.

Here they are very familiar.

Yes……

Golden River Valley.

They are back!
(End of this chapter)