The Greece Antagonist

A few days later, in the Northern Forest.

Morgan looked ahead at the dense fog and couldn't help but frown.

For several consecutive days, they hadn't been able to get out of the area, and the surrounding mist seemed to be getting thicker.

"Are we there yet?" Morgan looked to the side.

"Almost, it should be nearby."

Habettlot turned and answered, then pointed at a nearby scratched dead tree and added,

"Look, this is the mark I made last time, the direction should be right."

"When did you come here last time?"

"About two or three months ago."

"Something's not right, the decay speed is too fast."

Luo En stepped forward and grabbed the tree, easily tearing off a chunk of rotten wood, squeezing it slightly until it scattered like damp, soft cotton, resembling a coffin buried underground for years.

"More than that, this forest and the fog seem to be off."

Morgan mused aloud and then raised the green-black magic wand, tapping it on the ground.

Accompanied by the buzzing of magic factors, blue and green halos rippled out like water waves, sweeping away the dense fog to reveal a desolate and ruined scene.

Ancient trees whose trunks would take several people to encircle had lost all their life-giving leaves, twisted branches reaching out to the grey sky, like hands desperately grasping and calling for help.

The fallen leaves piled several feet high on the ground emitted the smell of plant decay, and beneath them, pale bones lay scattered everywhere.

Judging by the shape and outline, there were not only ordinary wild animals like coyotes, grizzly bears, reindeer, and bison, but also some unnamed magic beasts.

Looking forward, the forest road was almost covered with dense animal skeletons.

Habettlot saw this and was shocked:

"What's going on?"

"This forest is dead."

Morgan replied solemnly, looking towards the lingering fog ahead,

"Or something has stolen their vitality."

"Like some kind of carnivorous monster…"

Luo En picked up a few pieces of pale bones from the ground, showing everyone the bite and tear marks on them.

"What's next? Should we run?" Vivian asked with a mischievous smile, seemingly ready to flee.

Morgan glanced at his sister, who was only good at running away and deceiving, and snorted coldly:

"No need, something is coming to greet us."

Elf Knights Bagster and Bawansi immediately rushed forward left and right, drawing weapons from their waists, eagerly looking at the churning fog.

"Roar roar!"

Moments later, accompanied by the sharp sound of slicing through the air and the violent roars of beasts, dozens of shadows with flapping wings enveloped in a frigid aether storm crashed through branches along the way, charging toward them.

"Two-legged Flying Dragon? Just this? The welcoming ceremony is too shabby!"

The bold and battle-loving Dog Demon laughed heartily, wielding the red-black stained Fairy Sword Cavendish, igniting with roaring flames, sweeping towards the sky.

In an instant, the etheric light flame whipped from the sword swept swiftly through the flock of Two-legged Flying Dragons, its high temperature causing the air to distort slightly.

Boom boom boom boom!

With just one strike, a dozen of the Two-legged Flying Dragons had their wings shattered and scale armor destroyed, plummeting to the ground heavily.

"Weak! So terribly weak! Ahahahaha!"

As the Two-legged Flying Dragons fell, Bagster laughed wildly and charged ahead, dragging the wide Fairy Sword along the ground, furrowing deeply into the soil, steaming away moisture and leaving a trench behind.

Puff puff puff puff!

In an instant, the sword light invaded like fire, piercing through the hearts and skulls of a few Two-legged Flying Dragons that, having fallen, still stubbornly tried to struggle, emitting a strange scorched smell.

How delicious...

Habettlot sniffed, a trace of drool shining at the corner of his mouth.

Since being pulled as labor by Morgan, she'd been forced to rush continuously, for several days without a proper meal.

Yes, it's real meat, and truly magical creatures.

At this moment, Luo En ruled out the answer of "illusion" from his mind, frowned and looked at the guide beside him:

"Is there a Two-legged Flying Dragon nest nearby?"

"No, I didn't see any last time I came."

Habettlot wiped off the drool and added,

"The forest was still green back then, with plenty of animals and plants. If not for some frenzied magic beasts rushing out of the swamp area, biting whatever they saw, devouring everything, I might have gone in to take a look."

"Then you should be glad you didn't."

Luo En replied casually, while his gaze towards the distance grew more cautious.

Clearly, the area ahead was in trouble.

Or rather, Albion's Tomb that they're looking for has encountered issues.

Otherwise, such a Spirit Cave capable of self-protection mechanisms and having a moving entrance wouldn't stay fixed in one locale for long, nor would it be stumbled upon by a weaving elf.

Just as Luo En pondered, a bright flame shot forth.

Morgan promptly raised her magic wand, constructing a defensive charm to block the attack, frowning at the battlefield.

Her Elf Knight, Bagster was enveloped in red-black flames, with substantial horns sprouting from his head, and eyes originally clear and diverse now overtaken by bloodlust and madness.

The wide Fairy Sword struck down over and over again, its power continuously escalating, leaving the fallen Two-legged Flying Dragons dead beyond rescue, turning into red-black meat paste, scattering everywhere.