At night, Xu Yichen was about to enter the [Meditation] state again. Under the leadership of the ranger, they were less than four hours away from the elves' camp.
"The meditation rituals of demon hunters have always been something that the outside world wants." Aifelal stirred up the bonfire and said to Xu Yichen: "There have been many researches on your extremely simple meditation method in the New World."
"Are they interested in meditation potion?" Xu Yichen took out the precious potion given to him by the teacher. He had never used it again except when he entered the meditation state for the first time.
"Yes, Kelmohan's technique in alchemy potions made the mages amazed. You can always get some unexpected products when synthesizing poisons." The silver-haired witch spread her hands: "The research on the reverse analysis of the ingredients of the meditation potions finally got more toxic products."
"I hope the mages will have the same ability to purify toxins as we do." The Demon Hunter took a deep breath and entered the [Meditation] state.
Xu Yichen, who had just fought with the spirit, hoped to get more training and news during the [Meditation] process. He was still helpless when he didn't want to face such an enemy again.
But he didn't get what he wanted this night. In the state of [Meditation], Xu Yichen revisited the last battle with the terror champion warrior.
In the dream, Xu Yichen lost the talent bonus of [Pure Fire] and [Iron and Blood, Kill], just like a fledgling ordinary demon hunter apprentice.
He could only use the sword in his hand and his unskilled seal skills to perform a blade dance with the terror champion.
Fortunately, in the dream, Xu Yichen was still accompanied by [Nar's Fire Sword]. Whenever the long sword slashed through the air, leaving behind gorgeous flame ripples, he could feel his old friend saying goodbye to him.
On this night, the demon hunter was cut into pieces, cut in half, beheaded by a knife, smashed into meat paste.
When Xu Yichen felt the warmth of the sun shining on his skin again, he felt that his muscles and bones were protesting.
Of course, these are all mental effects. One of the sequelae left by oneself after being killed countless times by the enemy in his dream, accompanied by mental fatigue.
"After a whole night of [meditation], you relive the powerful enemies you encountered before. Although it took a lot of your energy, it was not meaningless. Victory will always be left to experienced people."
"You did not get experience points in the [Meditation] state, but your weapon proficiency [Two-handed Sword] has gained 15 improvements."
"Your weapon proficiency [Two-handed heavy sword] has been improved to: proficiency [1550/2000]."
"You still have unassigned professional skills. I wish you a happy mood to face everything you are about to encounter in the new day."
A series of prompts seemed to be just a very ordinary day, only the fog in the forest became thicker and thicker as the three people went deeper, and the visibility became worse and worse.
"I don't know that the inner ring of the Black Forest has deteriorated to this situation!" Ranger Alex looked at the white mist that had almost condensed into substance around him, felt the chill, and said in surprise.
"Inner Ring?" Xu Yichen left a mark on the trunk beside him with a dagger. Even with a ranger leading the way, the demon hunter was unwilling to take risks. If he got lost in this thick fog, the possibility of death is very high.
As a warrior, he is not afraid of invincible enemies. If he cannot win by fighting to the death, he is better off fighting to the death.
But in this case, he was lost and had no ammunition and food, and eventually died without honor in a confusion. Xu Yichen refused this way of death.
From a mark of five meters to a mark of ten meters, as the fog concentration increases, the frequency of engraving marks becomes higher and higher.
The Ranger pulled a grass from the ground, put it in his mouth and tasted it, explaining: "This is what my teacher told me. It is said that the druids who lived in seclusion in the forest were first divided. They transformed the black forest into two parts, the inner and outer rings."
"Druids? I've never seen a druid. They are more mysterious than a mage." The silver-haired witch's long hair became a little wet in the mist.
"My teacher said they were far away from the fire of civilization a long time ago, in order to be closer to nature," the Ranger explained, and then leaped over a stream: "The druids used the Arnhem River as the dividing line, east of the river, and the outer ring, and for the development of mankind, there should not be interference there."
"To the west of the Arnhem River, the far south continent needs to be preserved for Mother Nature to allow those animals and other races to live in. This is the inner ring." The Ranger felt that he was getting colder and colder. This was not a good thing. The temperature in the forest had exceeded that dangerous line, and many creatures and plants would lose their lives due to this sudden cooling.
"Who gives them the right to divide what belongs to humans and what belongs to other things?" The Demon Hunter felt that his first impression of the druid was not very good.
As a player from an industrial society, he scoffs at this theory of natural environmentalists.
Even if there is no chaos as an external threat, if you do not take a lot of resources to increase your own race, you will eventually be eliminated by nature.
The elves in this world are an example. The race that once stood in a dominant position has now become accustomed to the peaceful life.
Without waiting for the Ranger to answer, an old, somewhat dry voice suddenly appeared not far away from the Ranger: "It's... the Mother of Nature, given us this right, we don't care about others' opinions, we are only responsible for maintaining the balance of nature."
Ranger Alex was so scared that he jumped back from the opposite side of the stream, and a tiger pounced into the bushes next to him and disappeared.
But just as Alex's disguise was found by cheating every time, the bushes he slaps this time did not disappoint him as usual.
The bushes seemed to be suddenly activated, and every branch and fork moved, pushing the Ranger out.
"I am, the son of nature, without any malice, and come and help at the invitation of the elves." A middle-aged man wearing a shabby gray robe, wrinkled face, connected by beard and hair, walked out on the other side of the stream.
The man who claimed to be the son of nature had a blank look on his face, and seemed to have not communicated with others for a long time. He seemed a little urgent when talking, and repeated: "There is no malice, we, the people who are walking with us."
Ranger Alex angrily threw his disguised costume to the ground.
Chapter completed!