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With the cover of Sikong Buqun, a luxurious dragon sedan chair arrogantly drove out of Sikong Mansion. On the streets of the imperial capital, people looked at the gorgeous dragon sedan chair with orc sedan chairmen. Nan Xing followed with his eyes closed. I really don’t know if this continues, his eyes will degenerate.

At the north gate of the imperial capital, Sikong Haoxuan wailed in his heart when he saw the person sent by his grandfather: "Don't you need such a gorgeous lineup?! Will I be so futile to the treasure?" The team of seven people, their soul fluctuations were stronger than those of the four major guards including Bri. Judging from the white small sword marks on their clothes, they came from the mysterious Elder Pavilion.

A warrior holding a golden sword, stroked his chest with one hand and gave a standard aristocratic gift to Sikong Haoxuan, "Fourth Young Master, I am the team leader Thorpe, my team will escort you into the Boluoerce Forest."

Sikong Haoxuan nodded perfunctorily, and Thorp introduced the team members to Sikong Haoxuan, "These two are the thieves Muss and Sibu, the water and fire magicians Lofik, Nida, the axe warrior Lud, the light priest, and Caris."

Sikong Haoxuan thought to himself: "This is probably a standard combat team in the Elders' Pavilion." He nodded friendly to Thorp's team members and said to Thorp: "Can we set out?"

Thorp said: "The head of the family explained that the fourth young master would do everything along the way."

Sikong Haoxuan sat in the sedan chair and said, "Set out!"

After three months of rushing to travel, Sikong Haoxuan and his group finally arrived at the edge of the Boluoersi Forest. Fortunately, the group was very capable, otherwise the journey would have been four months.

Only when you truly face the Boluoers Forest can you feel a gloomy pressure. The huge and dense giant trees and shrubs combine to form a deep black hole, which is daunting.

The climate here is hot and humid, which makes people very uncomfortable. Sikong Haoxuan has thrown the noble etiquette into the sky and jumped out of the sedan chair with his upper body naked. "This wave of Luoersi Forest seems not so easy to enter."

The four orcs had already learned from Sikong Haoxuan tore off their upper body clothes, but their long body hair gave them a layer of fur vest that could not be tear off. In such a climate, it was really hard for several orcs to wear a fur vest before they fainted.

Baron twisted his sticky body and smiled bitterly at Sikong Haoxuan, "Young Master, this damn weather, I was almost tortured to death by it before I entered the forest."

Environmental interference has reduced everyone's combat effectiveness. Entering the forest in such a state is obviously seeking death. Sikong Haoxuan frowned and said to Thorp: "Captain Thorp, this is not a solution. If there is no way to overcome climate interference, we may not be able to enter this forest."

For the dignity of the nobles, no one took off his clothes. The clothes on his body were stuck with sweat on his body, which looked very embarrassed. "The fourth young master, Luo Feike is a water magician. He can build an ice barrier to drive away heat for us for the time being, but the magician's magic is limited and cannot last."

Sikong Haoxuan sighed helplessly, "Let's camp on the spot for the time being, let Luo Feike go to the heat first and find a way to slowly."

The people who came out of the ice barrier felt very refreshed, and the effective cooling made their state slowly recover. The resumption of fighting spirit replaced the embarrassment just now.

The ice scattered on the ground made Sikong Haoxuan's eyes lit up, "Balon, go find me some weeds."

Baron, who was lying on the ground, stood up reluctantly and went to collect weeds around him. Sikong Haoxuan gestured to Luo Feike again, "Master Luo Feike, please make me such a big ice cube."

After a while, Baron piled up the collected weeds at Sikong Haoxuan's feet, "Don't put it down, carry it into the camp tent for me." Sikong Haoxuan said to Baron with the ice cubes in his arms.

Sikong Haoxuan called Wu Man to his side and whispered, "Precaution the door, no one is allowed to come in."

In the camp, Sikong Haoxuan used weeds to wove thirteen grass men and burned the seven hairs secretly obtained from the road from his hands. The four orcs and Nanxing no longer needed media, and they had their own memories in their souls.

Thirteen straw men were placed side by side on the table, Sikong Haoxuan's fingertips slashed in the air, and the thirteen tadpoles' dark green and font-like strange symbols appeared in the air, and as his fingers slowly sank into the thirteen straw men.

Ancient Witchcraft - Puppet

The medium is printed into the grass man's body with great witch techniques, directly pulling the root of the soul, forming one of the most bizarre witchcraft, puppet technique.

At this time, except for Sikong Haoxuan, the thirteen people all had a feeling in the dark that their lives were no longer under their control. This sense of control over the weakness of life could completely collapse those who were not strong-minded.

Sikong Haoxuan took out a dagger, digged a square deep pit on the large ice cube, sealed the thirteen grass men in the ice cube, and immediately threw the ice into the space ring to prevent the ice from melting.

Baron stood with his body trembling due to the cold, watching Sikong Haoxuan's movements from beginning to end. Although he didn't understand what method Sikong Haoxuan used, he felt a cold fear in his heart. He knew that the cold he felt now came from the grass man sealed into the ice.

Outside the camp, Sikong Haoxuan saw that everyone except Nanxing changed their faces and walked towards the camp. Thorp quickly walked to Sikong Haoxuan with a very ugly face, "Fourth Young Master, for some reason, we suddenly felt very cold. This is so weird."

"Cold? That's not right. It means that God is helping us."

The thief Xibu seemed very dissatisfied with Sikong Haoxuan's gentle caressing attitude and said seriously: "Fourth Young Master, this is on the edge of the dangerous Boluoersi Forest. We should take such a strange thing seriously and not neglect it. Otherwise, there may be life-threatening. I suggest returning to the imperial capital first, and entering the forest requires long-term planning."

Sikong Haoxuan took Xibu's words as wind in his ears, ignored him, and after a chill, he greeted Nida, "Master Nida, are you a fire-type magician, right? Let's make fire in the next life, let's roast it. It's really cold. If you don't feel warm, you will catch a cold."

Thorp looked at Sikong Haoxuan who was indifferent and stopped the angry Sibu, who was about to go wild with his eyes, and asked Nida to catch a fire soon. He was secretly alert in his heart. He had never encountered such a strange situation. It seemed that this wave of Luoersi Forest was more dangerous than he had imagined. He lost confidence in this mission for the first time.

On the edge of the Boluoers forest, in the hot and humid climate, a group of people were warming in front of a big fire. Several orcs hung their torn torn clothes onto their bodies again, and they were trembling all over and wanted to put on cotton jackets outside their "furry vests". If a pedestrian passed by at this time, they would definitely pat their heads and shout, "God, save those lunatics, they are committing suicide."
Chapter completed!