Ancient elf as husband

The further we walked in, the more dense the marsh gas became.

This natural poisonous mist made even Molix feel visibly uncomfortable.

Molix was a little surprised. The leaves on his vines drooped. The leaves no longer stopped being smooth, but became twisted and curled like dead leaves.

What kind of poisonous mist can actually affect him, and here, even locusts can't stop.

Molix felt lucky that he didn't have his little pet with him.

As a big elf, he can be affected by such poisonous mist. Ordinary small animals can't survive here for an hour before they will turn black and faint from poisoning.

In that case, he would be forced to stop and leave this place of right and wrong first.

The trees in front have been completely reduced to black dead wood, with large spider webs woven on them, and a large bright and translucent red spider squatting in the center.

Another batch of worms changed, centipedes and scorpions crawled everywhere, completely occupying this place. Even in a dark world, these poisonous insects are shiny and shiny.

His huge intrusion into this uninhabited land provoked a swarm of poisonous insects to flee into the darkness and poke their heads out to observe the outsider curiously.

Molix waved his hand, and the power of the light green elves was shaken out, purifying his surroundings.

His purifying power resisted the dirty poisonous mist, forming a green protective cover, but it was inevitably corroded.

Poison is a powerful force. It is not afraid of any natural force, and any vitality is vulnerable to poison.

Compared with other races who are hopeless and helpless in dealing with poison, their elves have the ability to purify and can be said to be the most obvious nemesis of poison. But polluting clean resources is always faster and easier than purifying them.

This place is too big, and it is a paradise of poisonous mist. Unless he completely covers the entire poisonous area and purifies it, otherwise he will be re-contaminated no matter how many times he purifies it, until he collapses due to exhaustion of his elf power.

Nature is awe-inspiring, and the dangers in nature cannot be controlled by an elf.

Asking Molix to completely purify the entire poisonous area would be as ridiculous as asking Gallian to extinguish all the flames and magma in the lava mountain.

Molix felt in trouble.

He will now be affected by the poisonous mist, which means that he may have to spend a lot of elf power to open a purification barrier for himself, so that he can roam and explore the poisonous area without touching his body.

Otherwise, he might be like the plants here, corroded to death by the poisonous mist and turn into decay.

Before, he didn't have to hold up the purification barrier and would stop and rest once every four or five days on average...

“It’s time to re-chart a clear route.”

I didn't hear Galian's description here, presumably Galian didn't go that deep, and he didn't see the blue light he mentioned.

It is an unwise decision to rush around without a clue and put yourself at risk.

Molix didn't show off anymore and took a rest on the spot to clear his mind.

Based on the surroundings, it is not difficult to judge that the fish inside must be related to poison. As for what kind of poison, it is still unknown.

It has to be said that this time is also a big challenge for Molix. It is no exaggeration to say that he may be in fatal danger if he is not careful.

Even Gallian came here to practice his strength, and he has not been able to break through here and enter the depths...

You can imagine how dangerous it is here.

Molix rubbed his head tiredly, and the figure he thought about day and night passed through his mind.

I don’t know what his little pet is doing after he is gone, or...if he misses him...