After Mark and Monica unloaded their luggage and washed up in their room at Chunhui Hotel, they leaned on the terrace and enjoyed the evening breeze.

The six-member adventure group in the Warcraft Mountains still sneaked into the interior of the mountains under the cover of night with full expectations.

The rotten leaves in the forest groaned softly on the soles of their hard-soled leather boots. The six men followed the scattered purple-black bloodstains among the grass stems and chased in the direction of the fleeing ghost wolf.

The wolf blood on Cole's axe blade had not yet solidified, leaving intermittent dark marks in the moonlight.

From the encounter with the wolf pack to now, the six of them have caught up with a first-level ghost wolf and killed it together.

It can be said that the six people were very lucky. The first monster they hunted from the Monster Mountain Range was a first-level magic crystal from the head of the Phantom Wolf.

Their respective professional experiences have also made small strides forward.

However, perhaps because they killed this ghost wolf, the other escaping ghost wolves became more alert.

The remaining ghost wolves began to hide in dense bushes or piles of rocks when they fled.

It was becoming increasingly difficult for the few people to track the Phantom Wolf.

"The blood is getting less and less."

Leila held the shoulder of Oak, who was walking at the front of the team. As cautious as Leila was, an alarm had already sounded in her heart.

With Leila's reminder, everyone realized that the gnarled branches of the ancient trees around them had obscured the stars and the moon in the sky.

Clusters of fluorescent hyphae emerging from the humus on the ground twisted their shadows into monsters with bared fangs and claws.

The environment here is very different from the outermost dwarf forest area of ​​the Warcraft Mountains where they were before. They have unknowingly entered the area where Warcraft are active.

"This place seems somewhat similar to the outer area of ​​the Phantom Wolf Valley that the intelligence dealer mentioned." Eden pointed to the clusters of fluorescent mycelium on the ground and said uncertainly.

According to intelligence, the Wolf Valley is low-lying and the giant trees on the surrounding mountains usually block the sunlight in the valley, so the climate here is humid and fluorescent mycelium grows everywhere.

"Fortunately, these mycelium are scarce. We should still be some distance away from Phantom Wolf Valley." Oak said uncertainly, "Why don't we retreat now?"

"Let's go!" The other five people were not really blinded by their passion. Once reminded, they all turned around without any reluctance and decided to leave the area first.

Yak moved from the end of the team to the head. The small fireball rising from his fingertips suddenly shook violently, illuminating several clusters of silver spike-like plants in the crevice of the rock not far to his side.

Before, they had been staring at the ground looking for traces of wolf blood and had not discovered the existence of this plant. When they saw this plant, their breathing became heavy again.

"Level 3 Moonlight Fennel!"

Sean's Adam's apple rolled, and the quiver on his back accidentally hit a branch nearby. The rustling sound startled the blood-beaked sparrow sleeping on the treetop.

Third-level moonlight fennel is a rare spice that can increase the effect of magical cooking attributes by 30%. It can be exchanged for an equal amount of mithril on the black market, and the average price of one plant is around 20 gold.

"By the Holy Light, we are so lucky today."

Ouke's eyes were full of joy. He thought that the only gain from entering the Warcraft Mountains today was the first-level magic crystal, but he never thought that there was still a surprise to come.

Just the few moonlight fennel plants in the rock crevice in front of you may be the harvest that ordinary adventurers cannot earn in a month of hard work outside the World of Warcraft Mountains.

"Ouke, you come and dig! Be careful, if the stems and leaves of these magical plants are damaged, they won't sell for a good price."

"Just leave it to me, I won't let them lose even a hair!"

Although the young people were surprised to suddenly pick up a few clusters of moonlight fennel, fortunately, they were not overwhelmed by this unexpected windfall.

While Oak went forward to dig the moonlight fennel in the rock, the others continued to guard the surroundings vigilantly, guarding against the magical beasts that might appear in the forest at any time.

A few moonlight fennel plants can be said to be both a blessing and a curse for young people who have just set foot in the world of adventure.

Fortunately, after they return, they can use this gain to fill in the gaps and learn the skills they lacked during the adventure.

You can even hire an experienced adventurer to guide them through the adventurous life and help them quickly get through the bumpy rookie period.

Unfortunately, although the young men were highly alert when picking moonlight fennel, they were unaware that there was an unspoken axiom among adventurers.

That is, wherever there are great rewards, there are often great dangers hidden, and vice versa.

Just as Oak struggled to pry open a huge rock at the edge of the rock, revealing the moonlight fennel plants completely.

Dark figures have quietly formed a circle around their location under the shade of the giant trees.

The fluorescent mycelium swaying slightly in the night was stepped on by these figures, leaving behind plum blossom-shaped footprints with faint black mist rising from them.

"Be careful, be careful."

Oak muttered to himself as the tip of his sword gently lifted the last layer of rock moss covering the roots of the moonlight fennel.

Then Oak thrust the tip of his sword downwards and dug up a moonlight fennel on the spot.

The silver-eared leaves of the moonlight fennel swayed in the night breeze, and the stems and leaves were not damaged at all. Oak's held breath also relaxed a little.

"That's the first one. There are four more to go. We'll be done soon."

“Crack!”

But at this moment, a crisp sound of a dead branch breaking suddenly rang out not far from them.

Yak, who was always alert to his surroundings, was startled by the sudden noise. Without any thought, a fist-sized fireball condensed in his palm and shot towards the direction of the sound with a "puff".

Under normal circumstances, shooting fireballs aimlessly in the Warcraft Mountains would be condemned by other adventurers.

Even though this is the Warcraft Mountains and there are many powerful magical plants that can suppress wildfires, there is still a possibility of causing small-scale fires.

Besides, when you throw that fireball, you might hit a passing adventurer.

Therefore, for ordinary adventurers, the more common choice at this time is to throw out a magic scroll of illumination rather than casting a fireball.

But fortunately, this is not the normal situation.

As the fireball exploded in the forest ahead, a cry of pain was heard.

In the burst of fire, Jack and Leila clearly saw a lame old wolf being blown to the ground and then rolling on the ground to put out the flames on its body.

It was this fireball fired by Yak that seemed to be the signal for the hunters in the dark to attack.

For a moment, the sound of animals whizzing through the fallen leaves in the surrounding jungle was endless!