Artis!

Leaving the abandoned Blackstone Necropolis, after much investigation, Richard figured out what 'Artis' was.

Artis is a place name, to be precise, the sacred place of the shamanic organization "Jungle Cabin".

The Jungle Cabin was no stranger to Richard: it was located in the southwest of Florence and was dressed in a sapling brown robe, and the girl he had come into contact with and had a high value of justice, Nelled Clark, was a member of this organization.

According to the information he investigated, the Jungle Lodge was not quite the same as several other wizarding organizations, more like a loose conglomerate than the highly centralized forces of the White Rock Tower, similar to the Moorish Alliance.

The other party is located in the witch forest, and there are more than a dozen gathering places, distributed in a circle. Each of these settlements had a large number of wizards and apprentices, independent of each other, with a certain degree of autonomy, and nominally a single entity. The so-called Holy Titis is located in the deepest part of the witch forest, surrounded by more than a dozen gathering places.

It is said that this is so that Artis can be guarded by all the people of the Jungle Hut. Therefore, not to mention outsiders, even the insiders of the jungle hut, it is difficult to approach the holy place without special circumstances. Forcibly approaching, you will face the wrath of the mysterious guardian of the Holy Land, and the attacks of many Jungle Lodge wizards, which is terrifying to think about.

But Richard was not afraid, and at this time he was trying to find a way to enter a jungle hut gathering place in the witch's forest, according to the established plan.

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The cold rain is falling in a dripping down, and it is cold to the bones when it falls on people.

The sky was overcast, as if it had been soaked in ink, and like a pile of lead, with occasional flashes of thunder, slightly reflecting the heavens and the earth.

On the gray earth, strange trees have grown out of nowhere, and they are the Witch Forest.

If you go deeper into it, you will see that every tree in the forest seems to be abnormal. The trunks were twisted, the branches were entangled, the gray bark was cracked, wet by the rain, like a wailing mouth—every tree was like a monster nailed to the muddy ground in a spasm, extremely weird, extremely crazy.

The evil, eerie, and strange aura mixed with the clammy and cold air permeated the surroundings, and the cold wind was mixed with ghostly calls, and the sound was as sharp as a woman's long nails cutting through a person's eardrum, piercing people's ears and causing them to break out in a cold sweat.

As the steps continued, a rugged path appeared in the forest, winding into the distance. On both sides of the road, weeds are overgrown, and you can occasionally see patches of fields carved out. The fields are planted with early-maturing red pumpkins and abominable-looking wet scarecrows.

Most of the early-maturing red pumpkins in the fields are piled up like hills, and some of them are rotten and give off a sour smell. There are also some who don't know who put them on the side of the road, on the branches, and the inside is suspiciously hollowed out, carved into the shape of a skull, and then placed in the flames. From a distance, the pumpkins looked like dark elves laughing hideously, staring at a pair of red eyes, looking at the visitors with evil eyes.

Richard walked in this strange atmosphere of the forest, accompanied by quite a few people, more than thirty in total. A large number of them are teenagers, and occasionally a few young people in their early twenties can be seen.

These are all students who pass a simple test and are qualified to enter the bush hut colony.

Well, students.

Similar to the Whitestone Towers of the past, the Jungle Lodge admits students, but the timing is not as regular as the Whitestone Towers - sometimes once a year, sometimes twice a year, and sometimes not a single person for years.

In addition, the requirements for admission to different gathering places in the jungle hut are also different, some are extremely high - almost decathlon, some have very low requirements - as long as it rains and they will know to run into the house, some must be girls, some must be boys.

After Richard left the Blackstone Cemetery, it took him more than a month and a half to find out the information about "Artis" in detail. After that, it took more than a month and a half to determine the various matters of infiltrating the jungle hut and waited for the right opportunity.

It's been more than three months since I left the Black Rock Cemetery, and the East Coast has entered the cool moon of September.

During this time, Richard was not entirely busy with the "Artis" matter, and studied a lot of gadgets in his spare time. There has been some progress in the research of the so-called "glove of destruction", but the more I researched, the more I realized that the "glove of destruction" was too complicated, and there were many places on the design drawings that were not described in detail.

He guessed that this might be deliberate, and the reason was unknown, but when he found the last treasure of the Black Spirit King, he should have some explanation.

With this in mind, Richard stepped on the muddy ground and kept moving forward, with a steady pace. And the many companions before and after him were far behind in comparison, and many of them felt the strange atmosphere in the witch forest, and their faces were afraid. After seeing the flaming pumpkin and the wet scarecrow on the side of the road, a pair of eyes couldn't help but widen, and his face became extremely pale. Several of them began to tremble as they walked, significantly slowing down the group's movement.

At the front of the group was a woman in her thirties named Martha. He has a plump figure, wears a light purple lip gloss, and wears a new jungle hut robe.

Martha keenly sensed that the speed of the group had slowed down a lot, raised her eyebrows slightly, stopped, and turned her head to quickly sweep the students of the entire group. After discovering the "culprit", he walked closer quickly, patted the shoulders of a few boys and girls who were extremely scared, and said slowly: "

What's the matter, are you afraid that this forest is dangerous and will hurt you? Oh, don't be afraid, it's all your thoughts. It's a strange look in the forest, but that's all, as long as you walk well, you'll be fine.

On the contrary, if you don't obey and continue to slow down the whole team, then I won't hurt you in the forest, I will do it myself. When the time comes, I'll screw off your little heads and stuff them into the pumpkins on the side of the road! You must be wondering why the pumpkins are hollowed out, right? That's for a few of you!"

"Gah!" After hearing this, several boys and girls looked at Martha with round eyes, looking like rabbits who had their ears picked up and their arteries about to be cut, and it took three seconds to digest the information in Martha's words, and the next moment they ran towards the front of the team faster than anyone else. One accidentally, fell on the slippery road with a "snap", didn't dare to cry out for pain at all, got up and continued to run.

"Oh, that's good. Martha smiled and walked back to the leader's position, leading more than thirty students towards the depths of the witch's forest.

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