I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

Even though they were covered in blood moths, they claimed they were about to catch it.

These people's perceptions are definitely messed up!

That question couldn't help but echo once again in Roland's mind—had the Baron come here so many times without knowing how dangerous it was?

Catherine and the Baron were so familiar, didn't she know what was here?

So, why did they bring several apprentice burdens into the Brown Fern Forest?

Roland thought to himself, 'If this place can affect perception, then would the mentor's mental perception range and Anna and Nall's tracking range also be affected? Perhaps this is a chance to escape!'

Roland concealed his presence, watched Anna leave, and then, as if searching for blood moths, headed towards the southern forest with a normal expression.

Each time he encountered a blood moth, Roland would lightly pat the purse at his waist, letting it deal with the blood moth, trying to understand this purse.

Soon, Roland discovered that this purse had intervals between eating, and that it really liked abyssal blood moths.

So, if he threw the purse into a group of blood moths, wouldn't it only focus on eating and not return to him?

Worth a try.

As long as he could buy time to escape the mentor's perception range, he would have a chance to get away.

Roland walked a long way, seemingly falling behind because of greed. When he was far enough away, he unhesitatingly threw away the purse and ran towards the outside of the forest.

On the way, Roland silently counted the time. When he counted to 30, he suddenly felt a slight weight on his waist and heard a burst of giggling.

'The purse is back on my waist!'

Roland immediately reached out, grabbed the purse, and threw it far away again.

After 30 breaths, the purse returned again. Roland pounced again, grabbed the purse, and threw it far away again.

This time, the purse opened its mouth wide in mid-air and extended its giant tongue. Roland reached for the longsword at his waist.

Drawing the sword, slashing, and sheathing the sword were all done in one go, the tongue was cut into two sections!

The purse let out a giggling laugh, and Roland continued to run without stopping.

But after 30 breaths, the purse appeared again, and its tongue had grown back!

This time, the purse didn't appear on Roland's waist, but on top of Roland's head!

It opened its mouth to swallow!

Roland's pupils constricted, and in desperation, a Valerian swordsmanship move appeared in his mind.

— Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish!

Roland's body flashed past, dodging the giant tongue, and in that instant, he thrust several swords towards the purse!

The purse's outer skin seemed extremely tough. After taking several swords from a high-level swordsman, it was actually unscathed.

But it was knocked back more than ten meters.

In that direction, there were several giant trees with a large number of blood moths gathered.

After the purse landed there, it startled a group of blood moths. They flew over angrily, but the purse in mid-air giggled, spitting out its tongue wildly, attracting more blood moths.

For a time, the purse only cared about eating blood moths and no longer paid attention to Roland.

"I guessed right!" Roland was overjoyed, but he didn't leave immediately. Instead, he released arcs of electricity towards several large trees near the purse.

[Cantrip: Arc II (23/1000)]

[Description: This cantrip can already cause slight damage. If it reaches the next stage... Who says cantrips can't kill people?]

[Proficiency +1]

[Proficiency +1]

[Proficiency +1]

The small cantrip actually shot out several meters in Roland's hands, startling a large number of hidden blood moths.

Instantly, blood moths flew all over the sky, circling densely like a swarm of bees. Some of the blood moths surrounded the purse, and some of the blood moths flew towards Roland.

Roland felt a chill in his heart, turned around and ran, heading towards the exit of the forest at top speed.

A dozen minutes later, he got rid of the pursuing blood moths, and the purse never came back.

'I've finally gotten rid of the shackles!'

Roland thought to himself, 'The team only entered the fern forest two hours ago, so the journey out of the forest isn't far... I've already run a long distance, and I'll be able to run out in another ten minutes!'

Just then, Roland suddenly felt the shadow under his feet wriggling faintly.

The keenness of a high-level swordsman made him realize the abnormality of the ground. He quickly dodged and stood in the grass with sunlight.

Gurgle, gurgle...

The surrounding shadows bubbled with black bubbles like a swamp. Then, pieces of tentacles crawled out of the shadows, revealing their upper bodies.

Roland took a closer look and saw that they were four blood moths as big as humans.

These four large blood moths could actually crawl out of the shadows, and their tentacles were covered with tiny eyes, unlike the blood moths he had seen before.

Or rather, these four were mature bodies.

After the four blood moths crawled out of the shadows, they floated to three trees around Roland, seemingly harmless.

It was as if they wouldn't move as long as Roland didn't move.

Roland's expression became serious. He looked at the sunlight on the grass under his feet, and then looked at the shadows around the grass, thinking to himself, 'Wallace said before that blood moths can only travel in the shadows. So I'm safe standing in the sunlight.'

'I don't know what special abilities these four things have, but there isn't much time left. I haven't been back for so long, the mentor must have sent someone to look for me.'

Just then, Roland faintly felt that one of the blood moths was not quite right. He flicked an arc of electricity towards it.

The blood moth actually shattered and disappeared like a bubble.

Illusion—in a flash of lightning, Roland suddenly realized something. He suddenly rolled forward and released a chain lightning towards the shadow behind him.

[Arcane: Chain Lightning II (26/1000)]

[Effect: Summon the power of thunder, release it from both hands, penetrate 1-5 enemies in the distance (Level 2), dealing 1-6 lightning damage to the first enemy.]

Crackling!

The violent lightning struck Roland's shadow. The shadow twitched a few times like a dead bug, and a charred blood moth fell down.

It turned out that although there was sunlight on the grass, Roland himself had a shadow, and this shadow was connected to the shadows around the grass. Therefore, the blood moths could crawl onto him through the shadow.

They seemed to be waiting for Roland to enter the shadows, but in reality, they were paralyzing their prey.

If Roland hadn't dodged in time just now, he would have been stuck tightly by the blood moths. After being stuck, their tentacles would pierce into the flesh like leeches, and they couldn't be shaken off even if they were killed!

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After the chain lightning hit the first target, it didn't stop, but connected the dead blood moth in Roland's shadow with the blood moths on the three big trees not far away.

Crackling!

Crackling!

Crackling!

The strong light of the chain lightning illuminated the surrounding shadows, successfully hitting all the blood moths, and a burnt smell of flesh filled the air!

As a low-level apprentice who encountered this kind of demon for the first time, Roland judged its actions in the instant before the enemy moved, and in an instant, he used his mental power to lock the other enemies together.

Most importantly, in such an emergency, he successfully cast his spell while performing such complex operations!

This calmness, keenness, and reaction ability were like a veteran demon hunter.

If a certain mentor was watching with a crystal ball, she would definitely be unable to resist widening her eyes with Baron Holler beside her.

When the strong light of the lightning slowly faded, several blood moths fell from the trees to the ground in convulsions.

But one of the blood moths didn't die completely. After twitching for a moment, it actually merged into the shadows and disappeared.

'Crap!'

Roland cursed inwardly, but the movements in his hands didn't stop.

He lowered the longsword in his hand, and the blade wrapped around his right shoulder along his back from his left shoulder. His head was upright, and he drew several sword shadows around his body to protect his whole body.

There was no such move in Valerian swordsmanship at all, and even most sword techniques didn't have such a move.

This was a head-wrapping saber that Roland used after learning from the scenes in movies in a moment of desperation!

This move looks like a strange move used randomly in a panic, but if you carefully savor it, you will find that it is very delicate and practical!

While using the head-wrapping saber to protect his body, Roland used his telepathy to sense the anomalies around him. After a while, he stopped his movements, and a bit of embarrassment appeared on his face.

'That blood moth didn't get close... It ran far away.'

Roland leaped more than ten meters away and slashed the shadow on the ground with his sword. Then, the shadow wriggled a few times, revealing a blood moth that had been split in half.

It turned out that the blood moth that hadn't died didn't attack Roland at all, but escaped after being seriously injured.

At this time, a tongue suddenly popped out from Roland's waist and ate the corpse on the ground.

Roland looked down in shock and found that the purse had returned at some point.

"Why didn't the purse eat me in the first place?"

Roland hurriedly looked around. Soon, he saw a pair of beautiful 'big' long legs on a big tree not far away—they were really long! These legs were nearly two meters long!

Looking up again, Roland found the "Cat Witch" sitting on the fork of the tree and swinging her legs—it was Miss Anna.

Roland's face suddenly became very ugly.

Anna didn't make any strange moves—no, or rather, her current behavior was very strange.

She was holding a crystal ball in her arms, and the faces of Catherine and the Baron were reflected in the crystal ball.

One of them was squinting and looking coldly at this side, while the other was stroking his beard, revealing a more interested expression.

“Why did you run so far?” Catherine, within the crystal ball, raised her head like an angry white swan.

Anna put away the crystal ball and slowly raised her head, like a proud swan. She narrowed her eyes, suppressing her anger, and said to Roland, “Why did you run so far?”

It’s actually the Common Tongue!

Only now did Roland notice that Anna's eyes were unusually clear. And the magic within her possessed a sense of unfathomable depth.

Roland was wrong. Anna was the Cat Witch!

The Cat Witch was never Catherine! It was Anna!

When she wasn't going crazy, she was a very rational, very calm, and powerful wizard.

Lost in thought, Anna had already floated over, grabbed Roland by the collar, and lifted him into the sky.

Thoughts raced through Roland's mind: “Did Anna take some kind of human medicine? Why is she so rational?”