Marven suddenly turned around, but saw that the open space behind him was empty.

The strange voice seemed to come out of nowhere.

"Who?"

He asked aloud, his hands already pressed against the scimitar.

There was a look of wariness in his eyes. When the other party spoke just now, he didn't feel it at all.

But then there was silence.

The voice never came back again.

Marven carefully checked the data panel and found that there was no verification such as illusion.

That voice exists objectively, but it's a little weird.

Marven snorted coldly, didn't care so much at the moment, and went directly into the logging forest.

His courage was not so small, and he didn't dare to go into the forest after being scared for a few words.

……

In the middle of the forest, it was dark.

Compared to the Forest of Chiba, the trees of the Logging Forest appear to be taller.

But unlike the lush, vibrant feel of the forest where the elves lived, the trees of the entire logging forest were tall and somewhat deformed.

The wrinkled bark of the tree resembles the faces of old men, strange and indifferent, making people look extremely uncomfortable.

I don't know how the lumberjacks work in such an environment.

Marven didn't know anything about the forest. In fact, the Logging Forest is a notch on the Savage Hierarchy in many intelligence agencies' danger ratings, even a notch higher than the Dead Realm.

So he was very cautious, and at first, he went up the river.

There are a number of abandoned logging yards on both sides of the river, after all, this is where the lumberjacks often work, and it is unlikely to be too dangerous.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for those ordinary humans to survive here for a long time.

The only thing that annoyed Marven was. The forest is endless, and the crumbs are gone when they reach the entrance to the forest. It's even more difficult to track the trail of butterflies.

He went up the river. Along the way, you will encounter a few sporadic humans—lumberjacks whose minds have been corrupted by the magic of chaos.

Marven showed no mercy to them.

This world is so cruel, they didn't survive it, and they became monsters. If they are allowed to roam the area, they will only be able to do more harm to others.

Marven traveled all the way, and finally, he found a strange comb on the edge of a lumberyard.

"Elf's comb."

The comb was placed on a stone between the lumberyard and the river. Very conspicuous.

Obviously, this is a signal that the butterfly is deliberately staying.

Maybe she ran out of crumbs, so she had to find another way for Marven to track her.

"She knew I was going to go up the river......"

"She left bread crumbs and combs along the way, which proves that she is still in a clear head when she is doing these things."

"What the hell is this guy trying to do?"

However, no matter what, now that he got the marker, Marven finally had the direction to continue tracking.

In the next second, he didn't hesitate to turn on the night tracking.

Sure enough, the thin red line in the field of vision. It pointed directly to the depths of the forest.

At this moment, Marven had to leave the river and go deeper into the forest.

According to the night tracking, the butterfly should not be far away.

What the hell is she doing?

The mystery may soon be revealed.

It's just when Marven was about to go deep into the forest. The voice sounded again:

"If I were you, I wouldn't be misled by others."

"This forest is a dead land, and how many lumberjacks have died here. But people from the outside world don't know. ”

"The Coalition sees this place only as a place for them to make money, but not for the lives and deaths of the people. Believe me. Go in and you're dead. ”

Marven suddenly turned around and looked around.

Or not a single one!

"Who the hell are you?" Marven asked in a deep voice.

On the surface. He didn't make any moves, but secretly, he had already turned on [Sensing the Earth]!

In the next second, vivid creatures appeared in Marven's mind.

He could feel the salmon swimming in the river, the crabs running rampant across the beach, the floating weeds...... And the abominable trees!

In an instant, he seemed to understand something.

Although the voice didn't speak again, Marven's eyes were already locked on the other party's body!

It's an ugly tree!

"I thought it was something......"

Marven sneered and said, "It turned out to be the [Whispering Tree Spirit]. ”

The other party remained silent for a while.

But all this is irrelevant, Marven has figured out the source of the sound, and naturally will not be disturbed by them.

In fact, the Whispering Treant is not a natural creature, but is said to have been created by the evil dragon Tidomus, now the second lord of the evil world, using magic, curses, and dryads.

The Whispering Treant has no offensive power, he can only scare you.

This creature is already rare in Fanan, but I didn't expect there to be a lot of it in the logging forest.

Presumably, people's rumors about the devil were created by these tree spirits.

Marven is the master of the night, and the other party naturally has no way to do anything to him, so he can only use intimidation constantly.

It's their instinct.

However, if you think backwards, you can't think that whoever planted these Whispering Tree Spirits here, there must be a very important secret in this forest.

Ulterior secrets.

Marven's curiosity suddenly intensified.

At that moment, he didn't pay attention to the whispering dryad's words, and rushed straight into the forest.

……

The gloomy forest may be uncomfortable for others.

But for the Night Master and the Night Walker, it's like a fish in water.

Marven's speed was not affected in the slightest by the terrain.

After running wildly for an hour, Marven finally approached his goal.

"This guy can really run."

Marven roughly estimated that he had definitely gone deep into the logging forest, and this area should be the core of the logging forest.

What did the butterfly come to this place for?

With this mentality, Marven moved on.

A gap appeared in the bushes not far away.

Marven crossed gently.

In the next second, a piece of ruins under the cover of tree branches appeared in front of Marven.

He was stunned.

Pieces of ancient inscriptions are scattered on the edge of the ruins.

Ancient and unfamiliar marks appeared one after another in front of Marven's eyes.

In the middle of the ruins, a fragmented altar seems to tell the vicissitudes of time.

"It's ......"

"It's a temple!"

Marven suddenly felt a little dry mouth.

Logging forests, multicolored dragons, temples among ruins......

All of this seemed familiar to him.

"Is it really the Wrath of the Dragon God?"

He said silently in his heart: "Then, this ruin is not only the temple of the five-colored dragon god, but also the place where he is buried......"

At this moment, a hand suddenly slapped on his shoulder!

…… (To be continued......)