early morning.
The sunshine from the morning sun, which contains infinite vitality, breaks through the barriers of dark green leaves one after another, leaving mottled light and shadow on the dew-soaked ground. This is the best moment of the day. Even in the isolated virgin forest, the cold air is filled with vitality. From time to time, the birds flying over the canopy of the trees, their crisp chirps not only do not disturb the tranquility of the jungle, but also make the jungle more peaceful. Becoming more secluded.
After a deep night's sleep, Amosta's fatigue from bumping on the sea for more than half a month and fighting against Azkaban's defensive magic disappeared. When the gentle sunshine brushed across his cheeks, the eyes that opened in the old forest disappeared. Eyes regained their vitality.
After spending half an hour dealing with the issues of hygiene and breakfast, he packed up the tent. Amosta glanced around with a slightly vigilant gaze. Then, he tapped his forehead with his wand, followed by a cold blast. The clear stream surged down, and his figure gradually disappeared from the rocky mountain.
At the beginning of last night, Amosta used ruthless means to wipe out the gathering of dark wizards in Albania. In the next period of time, this incident will definitely cause an uproar in the European underground world.
The dark wizards still in this area may be frightened and flee quickly, but then they will gather people and come back to take revenge. This is almost certain. Each of the dark wizards he killed will have apprentices or friends. They will not He would turn a blind eye to this, and the Destruction of People's Court originally had a blood feud, and the wizards who came out of this country would not let him go.
Dark wizards are also wizards. After receiving the news, the International Federation of Wizards will not let it go, and will most likely send out an investigation.
Amosta is not afraid of this, but this forest will definitely be very lively in the next period of time. He must investigate clearly what he wants to investigate before the situation becomes too big.
Tracking a wizard in the woods is much easier than tracking magical creatures.
Magical creatures themselves are part of the forest, and the forest will help them hide their whereabouts, and wizards will always leave conspicuous traces wherever they go. Although experienced wizards know how to hide themselves, this kind of concealment is only in the eyes of true experts. , itself is also an exposure.
Two hours later, Amosta appeared deep in the woods.
Inaccessible is no longer enough to describe the isolation here. The tall forest trees around are each nearly a hundred feet tall, and the fallen leaves under their feet are equally astonishingly thick. The rotten leaves accumulated over centuries can collapse like a wave in a large area near the footing point.
The air was filled with poisonous miasma and the aroma of wine, which came from a large number of fruit trees that Amosta had passed by before. The fruits from those fruit trees fell on the ground, and accumulated over time, forming a thick layer of fruit puree. Under natural fermentation, fruit wine was accidentally brewed, and a small strange fruit wine lake was formed.
Normally, the cider lake should be crowded with all kinds of creatures in the forest, but strangely, except for the skeletons of some small animals, Amosta did not find any creatures on the sticky lake.
He was led to this place by some strange traces on the lakeside.
There were many thick marks left on the rotten and soft ground, which looked like they were left by a python after it swam by.
Compared with other places, although the plants here are tall, the distribution density is not particularly high and appears to be a bit sparse. However, these are not strange things. The tall trees deprive the earth of nutrients, so that grass, trees and vines cannot survive.
The poisonous miasma that filled the air made everything in sight look eerie and terrifying, as if ghosts were peeping out from behind the vague fog.
Amosta floated in the air, looking down at the ground.
The traces on the pile of rotten leaves became messy and overlapping. It seemed that he was close to the python's lair, but Amosta did not go deeper.
He floated to a tall redwood tree, raised his head, and stared at the withered leaf tips of the redwood tree.
This redwood tree did not suffer any disease, but it withered strangely in the season when everything flourished, and its life was completely deprived of it.
This kind of situation is not uncommon here. Amosta glanced at it and saw that many trees in this area were like this. His fingertips brushed against the charred tree trunk, and Amosta's eyes flashed with strange light.
These trees did not die normally, but died after their vitality was extracted by a force.
It’s not that wizards don’t have this method to do this, but all those with similar effects are black magic. The effect of black magic is brutal, just like a reservoir. If you want to drain the water in the reservoir, black magic will use explosions. The way to open a dam, and the situation in front of me is like someone has used some way to open the gate of the dam, which is much gentler.
Continuing forward, we found many animal bones along the way. Most of these remains were pitch black. It seemed that they had been corroded by some kind of venom during their lifetime. Some of the bones were also broken. Needless to think, they were entangled by the giant python. die.
Everything in front of me is confirming some possibility.
Even though he had anticipated this possibility, Amosta still couldn't figure out how it happened.
In front of the path is a huge banyan tree.
The crown of this banyan tree and its aerial roots cover nearly half the size of a Quidditch pitch, and the root of the main trunk is a spacious tree hole.
Looking around with a sharp gaze, Amosta tightened his grip on the wand.
Someone tried to hide the traces of his magic power, but the strange-colored magic sea still had obvious traces of erosion, just like the traces left by the giant python he found on the rotten leaves at the shore of the Cider Lake.
This is an extremely vicious magic that is extremely corrosive and dangerous.
After stepping inside, the scene inside the tree hole made Amosta frown secretly.
The air here is not filled with a strong smell of decay like outside, and the soft fallen leaves on the ground are very dry, as if they have been cleaned up by someone.
In the innermost part of the tree hole, there was a small area where the fallen leaves were stacked thicker than other areas. Amosta floated over and stared at the fallen leaves for a while. Suddenly, with a flick of his finger, a small thing flew to him with a hiss. in hands.
It's scales!
It should have been left by the giant python that was active in this area.
After looking at the scale for a while, Amosta put it into his pocket and continued to search. After a while, he found a small seedling in the center of the tree hole.
This green grass seedling has not yet completely broken away from the layers of fallen leaves. It seems that it has only a few days to break through the blockade of the soil.
After thinking for a moment, Amosta moved his wand, and a small breeze squeezed the fallen leaves of the seedling.
The moment he saw the dirt, Amosta frowned unconsciously.
The color of the nearby soil is much darker than that of the outer circle. Moreover, the soil is wet and seems to have some strange stickiness.
Amosta dipped his fingers into some dirt and put it to his nose and sniffed. The rancid smell made his heart sink.
It was human flesh, seemingly corrupted and destroyed by magic.
Is it Vitia Cliona or the employee of the British Ministry of Magic she took away from the Soul Eater House?
This question doesn’t require much thought, Amosta has the answer.
"call--"
Patting the dirt on his hands, Amosta breathed a long sigh of relief and stared at the light and shadow leaving shapes in the air, with a hint of melancholy and confusion in his eyebrows.
"How did you two hook up?"
(End of chapter)
