Mage Lord: The Tech Tree is Skewed by Me

Giorny looked around.

Green pine trees line both sides of the road. The ancient trees are thick and hard, supporting a towering canopy in the dense forest. The dry vines are dormant on the trunks, and their slender roots are hidden in the tangled ancient tree roots on the ground. between must.

When spring comes, these withered vines will burst into life again.

Although this place belongs to the southern part of the Andal Kingdom, if you look at it from a broader perspective, the Andal Kingdom is a country established in the north of the continent.

The snow in winter has made the treetops of pine trees piled up, and the road underfoot has become muddy and wet due to the melted snow.

If you look carefully, you can even see a few northern guinea pigs huddled in tree holes, squeezing each other to keep warm.

Asking passing troubadours to deliver letters was one of the few ways free people in this era could afford to deliver letters.

And the reason why he came here was to deliver letters.

However, the depression that enveloped his heart and the old horse under his crotch stopped moving forward made Qiaoerni hesitate for a long time.

But at this moment, the stories of adventurers and legendary heroic epics he had told made Giorni feel as if an inexplicable courage suddenly emerged from his chest.

Qiaoerni had no choice but to tie the old horse that was unwilling to move forward beside a tree. The remaining distance was not far, so he chose to walk forward.

This is actually not the first time he has come to Shenmulin.

A few years ago, he had visited the castle deep in the dense forest, and had the honor to be summoned by Jeffreys, Viscount of Sunken Wood Forest.

So he knew very well that the forest in front of him seemed different from the past.

Not just because of those plateau hounds who still have ferocious faces even after death, but a kind of paradoxical depression.

However, nothing happened.

Giorni held a sharp sword in his hand and walked forward cautiously. Any slightest movement would cause him to be on guard.

When he saw the ancient castle located in the forest glade unharmed, instead of relaxing, Giorni became even more nervous.

Because it's too quiet around here.

Not only was the gate of the castle ajar, but the corpses and bloodstains around him seemed to be telling Giorgio everything that had happened here.

It's bloody wood!

When Giorny looked around and saw the trees with blood-red leaves on the side of the castle, he finally found the source of that depression.

The originally pale and bone-like tree trunks had already turned into a dazzling bright red, and the cracked bark looked cold and suffocating.

Qiaoerni didn't know why the ancient tree in front of him had changed like this, but the courage he had finally mustered up in his heart had begun to pass quickly.

As a bard, Giorny has told the legend of the Bloody Wood countless times.

In days gone by, that was just legend.

But now, seeing the ancient tree in front of him seem to have changed like in the legend, a chill suddenly enveloped Qiaoerni's heart.

"The blood of beasts will awaken the sleeping guards. When the pale tree trunks are dyed dazzling blood red, the existence imprisoned in the tree trunks will let out a low roar..."

Giorgi couldn't help but recall the words of the poem in his mind. He shook his head crazily in an attempt to stay calm, but the gloomy and silent forest made him powerless.

suddenly,

The branches of the ancient tree touched Giorgio's arm.

He quickly turned around, only to see that the originally dazzling bright red on the tree trunk behind him gradually faded.

Gradually, a pale and ferocious human face was revealed.

"Viscount Jeffries..."

Qiaoerni's eyes widened and he looked at the face that was gradually revealed with fear. He took a few steps back and fell to the ground, splashing a puddle of mud.

In front of Giorni's eyes, the trees that should have been rooted in the soil seemed to suddenly come to life. They were waving their thick branches with teeth and claws, like messengers from hell.

The original bright red leaves also ignited a strange and cold blue fire, making Qiaoerni feel a biting cold even though he was wearing a thick leather jacket.

run!

Run quickly!

At this moment, Qiaoerni only had this thought in his mind.

He turned over in a panic, climbed up from the ground on his hands and knees, and tried to escape along the way he came.

"Bang!"

The thick branch hit Giorgi's back hard, and the old bagpipe instantly turned into fragments on the ground. His clothes were torn apart, leaving a hideous scar on Giorgi's back.

Apparently, the bagpipes on his back saved his life.

But this thing, which was considered as precious as life by the troubadour, was turned into powder under the whip. But at this time, Giorni had no intention of paying attention to his broken bagpipe.

He endured the pain on his back and ran away towards the jungle, not even daring to look back.

Because he could feel that the blood-stained trees that should have been rooted in the soil were using their roots buried deep in the ground to break open the soil under his feet and chase him in the direction of his escape.

Are those monsters still trees?

At this moment, Qiaoerni's heart was in a mess, and he ran at a speed he had never experienced before.

Is that a tree man? Or is it something else?

Qiaoerni didn't know why such a change happened, let alone why something that was only supposed to happen in legends actually unfolded before his eyes.

He ran like hell, even though his legs and feet were already sore, he didn't dare to stop at all.

Fortunately, those tree-like monsters didn't seem to be fast, and they didn't have any intention of putting Qiaoerni to death. They just chased for a certain distance, and then rooted themselves in the soil again, removing their terrifying power. pressure.

But even so, when Qiaoerni finally rode his old horse out of the dense forest, he was still sweating profusely and couldn't recover for a long time.

Therefore, when he saw the convoy passing slowly on the road not far from him, he immediately ran in the direction of the convoy.

At this time, he just wanted to stay in a crowded place and no longer wanted to be a troubadour.

"Shen Mu Lin is finished!"

"Treants! Spirits!"

"Everyone in the entire territory is dead!"

So, when Todd grabbed the ragged guy who called himself a troubadour in front of Leon, the Viscount and the guards around him who were about to return to Antolia naturally heard this like crazy. words.

"Treant?"

"Yes! It's in the Sunken Wood Forest!"

Giorny shouted in panic.

"Lord Viscount, do you want me to take someone to take a look?"

Todd glanced at the frightened guy and asked Leon.

"No!"

"Don't stop, take him directly back to Antolia."

Leon looked at the heavy forest not far away and said in a deep voice.

Graduation ceremony tomorrow, strive for two chapters, update in the evening.