The gray shaggy horse snorted in the cold morning air.
The sky above us was still sleeping, like an upside-down frozen ocean.
Sean had informed the Martyrs of Truth of their plans for today through Questor Poker last night, but he did not expect that their departure would attract the attention of the residents of Jungyere.
The townspeople turned on the street lights, letting in warm light at five o'clock in the morning, as if it were eight or nine o'clock one night.
Including Panza, four of Sean got one of the best horses in town. They were strong and patient.
Mrs. Berg silently handed Panza the knapsack of bread, jerky, cheese, and water bottles she had prepared.
"The two Johns," standing next to Sean's horse, the martyr pointed at the two men riding two skinny horses at the intersection, "they are the hunters in the town and will accompany you all the way to the tying ground, and then there Camp and watch horses.
"In addition," the martyr looked up, "my men and I will follow up and patrol the area later to ensure that we can pick you up at any time."
Sean nodded gratefully.
Obviously, the townspeople knew that they were going to the dense forest where the incident occurred.
Somehow, they seemed to know that this group of explorers might find some evidence to prove that their ancestors did not actively commit inhumane evil deeds...
Therefore, there were many people seeing him off.
However, they didn't say anything or ask Sean and others to wash away their past grievances.
They just stood silently, silently watching Sean and his party set off.
The horse's hooves made a crisp sound on the stone slabs. Just as he was about to step into the mud, Sean saw the painter Gamel standing by the road.
He stood outside his house, wearing a pair of thick glasses and an old dark green scarf.
His eyes were wide open and his expression was that of a child.
Sean seemed to be able to see the fearful look in the eyes of the old man on the roadside when he witnessed the birth of the Wendigo. The fear still remained in the eyes of the old man on the roadside.
The horses entered the mud and began to trot.
The moonlight looked back over the bumps of the horses, and one could still see the residents of Jonyère standing in the distance.
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Sean discovered that the road to the dense forest was actually in the same direction as the road to Ivan's house - it also had to go around the mountains and head towards Mistani Lake.
However, they headed northwest at a fork in the road, so they were far away from the big lake.
There seemed to be some reverence for the explorers. During the advance, the two hunters kept leading the way ten meters away.
Pan Sha rode his horse and walked in front of the four. He changed from his previous chattering character and remained alert and silent.
Sean could feel that this Jack-level explorer was very focused today - obviously, he wanted to fulfill his promise of going all out last night.
The moonlight, which had been leisurely admiring the beautiful scenery along the road, suddenly found that the path ahead seemed even more deserted.
The ground was almost untrodden, and the thin layer of snow showed no trace of recent travel.
The moonlight caused part of the ectoplasm to climb up, and the end of the ectoplasm was higher than the surrounding tall pine trees. He slowly closed his eyes, focused his vision on the ectoplasm, then opened his eyes and looked forward.
He felt like an eagle taking flight, flying higher and higher in the greenery, and gradually saw an endless forest sea embedded in the white snow, spreading out in front of his eyes, extending towards the white mist in the distance...
To the northwest of Rongyel, there is a forest with no edges visible.
It was this forest that swallowed up the people from the northward brigade who braved the wind and snow to enter this place by mistake.
After a while, the path ahead began to close and became narrower.
Everyone saw a huge animal lying on the roadside not far ahead.
When it saw someone coming, it shook off the snow on its body and made a chirping sound.
It was a brown horse tied by the roadside.
"Oh!" Pan Sha spurred his horse a few steps faster, "It's the horse I left here yesterday!"
The two Johns stopped and climbed off their horses. They walked over, comforting the poor guy who had been left here for the night, and preparing hay bags.
Pan Sha also apologized and got off the horse to comfort him. Unexpectedly, when the horse saw Pan Sha approaching, it turned around and faced him with its butt...
Apparently, he was a little angry about being left alone in the wild for a night.
Pansha could only shrug slightly embarrassed.
The older of the two Johns pointed to the woods nearby: "Always head due west, and then go north after seeing the highlands with the remains of the Que people."
Another silent John seemed to be going to fetch water with a bucket - they were going to camp here and wait.
The hunter who was guiding the way had a deep meaning in his eyes, as if he wanted to tell Sean and others to pay attention to safety...
However, looking at the other party's magical masks, I felt that my instructions seemed a bit redundant.
He had no choice but to put the pipe tip into his mouth and clear his throat.
Sean and his party walked towards the depths of the dense forest.
They hadn't gone too far, and were already out of sight of the two hunters.
Sean motioned for the team to stop temporarily.
He concentrated all his thoughts and lit up the symbol of the Wormwood Nightingale on his divine root.
Then, a golden flame seemed to burn through the space in front of him.
It forms a constant golden flower in the air, its petals composed of steadily burning flames.
These are the "absolute coordinates" set by Sean using his divine power. No matter what kind of illusion it is, it cannot tamper with the connection between this coordinate and Sean.
This means he rarely gets lost.
The prefix "divine" means "beyond" many conventional means.
No matter how many times he saw it, Pansha, who was curious about this kind of flame, opened his eyes wide again...
This pure power... does not come from any known faith.
He did not dare to continue to think about the power that the Sea of Glimmer now possessed.
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The yellow Abington leather boots made a crisp sound when stepped on the snow, and felt the crunchy feeling from the soles of the leather boots. Sean was very satisfied with the anti-slip effect of these leather boots.
They have been walking deep into the jungle for more than an hour. Not only did they see many amazing natural ecology, they also discovered something...
Moonlight exhaled a breath of white mist and said slightly breathlessly: "Guys, do you feel the same?
"From time to time, I feel that the scenery is a little familiar, and I think we are going back."
This is of course an illusion - after all, Sean can always feel the "absolute coordinates" he set at the tie-up place, and it is impossible for them to go wrong.
However, from a visual point of view, there is indeed a certain degree of confusion here...
With their keen senses, they felt like they were lost even at the edge of the forest sea. It was no wonder that the people who entered this place by mistake couldn't get out.
After marching for three hours, they came to an unfrozen stream.
In order to replenish energy and body temperature, Sean decided to take a rest here.
Pansha took out the food and distributed it to several people.
Sean's team doesn't need firewood - the Torch of the Oath is endowed with the intention to heal and warm, like the sweet sunshine. People who were coated with a layer of fire felt a thorough warmth in their bodies and souls...
After just half an hour of rest, I feel energetic and warm.
Not long after setting off again, they found that the trees had become sparse, and they finally saw the high ground that was much higher than the forest land...
This means that half an hour after climbing over that highland, they entered the "place of the past" that the residents of Jonyère never wanted to look back.
