With Sikong Buqun's cover, a luxurious Tenglong sedan chair, arrogantly drove out of Sikong House. On the streets of the imperial capital, people were looking at the magnificent dragon sedan chair with an orc bearer, Nan Xing followed with his eyes tightly closed, not knowing if his eyes would deteriorate if he continued like this.

The north gate of the imperial capital, Sikong Haoxuan saw the people sent by his grandfather, and wailed in his heart: "No need for such a magnificent lineup, right? Could it be that I would be that classless to swallow the treasure alone?" A group of seven, their soul fluctuations came stronger than the four guards like Bree, and judging from the small white sword marks on their clothes, they came from the mysterious Elder's Pavilion.

A warrior with a golden two-handed sword stroked his chest with one hand and gave a standard nobleman's salute to Si Kong Haoxuan, "Fourth Young Master, I am Junior Captain Thorpe, my squad will escort you into the Borealis Forest."

Sikong Haoxuan perfunctorily nodded his head, and Thorpe introduced the squad members one by one to Sikong Haoxuan, "These two are Thief Mousse and Sibu, Water and Fire Magician Lofik and Nida, Axe Warrior Lude, and Priest of Light, Karis."

Sikong Haoxuan thought in his heart, "I'm afraid this is the standard combat squad in the Elder Pavilion." He gave a friendly nod to a few of Sopu's team members and said to Sopu, "Are we ready to depart?"

Suo Pu said, "The family master has explained that the fourth young master will be the one to make all the moves along the way."

Sikong Haoxuan sat down in the sedan chair, "Depart!"

After three months of expediting, Sikong Haoxuan and his party finally arrived at the edge of the Borealis Forest, it was a good thing that his party had deep strength, or else they feared that they would have to walk for four months on this journey.

When really facing the Bo Luers Forest, can feel a gloomy pressure, huge and dense giant trees and shrubs combined into a deep black hole, daunting.

The climate here was hot and humid, making it very unpleasant. Sikong Haoxuan looking had thrown noble etiquette to the sky and jumped out of the palanquin with his bare upper body, "This Porfalls Forest doesn't seem to be that good to enter."

The four orcs had already followed Sikong Haoxuan's example and tore off the clothes on their upper body, but their long body hair gave them a layer of woolen undershirt that could not be torn off. In such a climate, still wearing a fur undershirt, it was really hard for a few orcs to still not faint.

Baron twisted his sticky body and smiled bitterly to Sikong Haoxuan, "Young Lord, this damned weather, I have not even entered the forest yet and I am almost tortured to death by it."

The environmental interference has caused all of the people's fighting strength to decrease, entering the forest in such a state is obviously looking for death, Sikong Haoxuan frowned to Sopu, "Captain Sopu, this is not the way to go, if there is no way of overcoming the climate interference, we are afraid that we won't be able to enter this forest."

For the sake of the dignity of the nobles, none of the people in Thorpe's group took off their clothes, their entire body was plastered with sweat and looked very wretched, "Fourth Young Master, Luo Feiq is a water magician, he can construct an ice boundary to temporarily drive away the heat for us, but the magician's magical power is limited and can't be sustained."

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Sikong Haoxuan sighed somewhat helplessly, "Let's camp in place for the time being, let Luo Feiq remove the heat for everyone first, and slowly think of a solution."

The crowd that came out from the ice boundary felt greatly refreshed, the effective cooling caused their state to slowly recover, the renewed fighting spirit replacing the wretchedness from earlier.

The ice scattered on the ground caused Sikong Haoxuan's eyes to light up, "Balon, go find me some weeds."

Baron, who was lying on the ground, reluctantly stood up and went to collect weeds from all around, and Sikong Haoxuan gestured to Lofic again, "Mage Lofic, please make me an ice cube this big."

A moment later, Balon piled the collected weeds at Sikong Haoxuan's feet, "Don't put it down, carry it into the tent for me." Sikong Haoxuan hugged the ice cube to Balon.

Sikong Haoxuan beckoned Uman to his side and instructed in a low voice, "Guard the entrance, no one is allowed to enter."

Inside the tent, Sikong Haoxuan utilized weeds to compile thirteen straw figures, burning away the seven hairs secretly obtained on the way from his hands, the four orcs and the Southern Star, long since no need for a medium, the soul has its own memories.

Put the thirteen straw figures side by side on the table, Sikong Haoxuan fingertips in the air, thirteen tadpole-shaped dark green font-like weird symbols appeared in the air, along with his fingers slowly sank into the thirteen straw figures.

Ancient Sorcery - Puppet

The medium was imprinted into the bodies of the straw men with a great sorcerer's technique, directly pulling the soul's fundamentals, forming one of the most bizarre sorceries, the Puppet Technique.

At this moment, the thirteen people, with the exception of Sikong Haoxuan, all had a feeling in the underworld that it seemed as if their lives were not under their own control, a feeling of weak control over their lives that was capable of causing those whose hearts and minds were not strong to completely collapse.

Sikong Haoxuan took out his dagger and shaved a deep square pit in the large ice block, enclosing the thirteen straw men in the ice block, and then immediately threw the ice block into his spatial ring in order to prevent the ice block from melting.

Balon stood rigidly with his frozen and shivering body, watching Sikong Haoxuan's movements from beginning to end. Although he did not understand what method Sikong Haoxuan used, he felt an icy cold fear in his heart. He knew that the coldness he felt now came from the straw man sealed into the ice.

Outside the tent, Sikong Haoxuan's face changed drastically when he saw all the people, except for Nan Xing, walking towards the tent. Thorpe quickly walked over to Sikong Haoxuan's side, his face very ugly, "Fourth Young Master, I don't know why, but we suddenly feel very cold, this is too bizarre."

"Cold? That's not just right. It means the gods are helping us."

Thief Sibu seemed to be very dissatisfied with Sikong Haoxuan's caressing attitude, and said seriously, "Fourth Young Master, this is at the edge of the dangerous Borealis Forest, and for something so bizarre to happen, we should treat it with seriousness and not be negligent. Otherwise, I'm afraid that our lives may be in danger, I suggest returning to the Imperial Capital first, and entering the forest needs to be discussed in the long run."

Sikong Haoxuan treated Sibu's words as a whisper, ignoring him, and after wincing he greeted Nida, "Mage Nida, you're a fire magician right? Come make a fire and let us roast, it's really cold, if we don't warm up we'll catch a cold."

Thorpe looked at Sikong Haoxuan, who was full of concern, and stopped Sibu, who was about to storm out in anger, with a wink, telling Nida to quickly get a fire going. He was secretly alert in his heart, he had never encountered such a bizarre situation, it seemed that this Boreoles Forest was more dangerous than imagined, and for the first time he lost confidence in this mission.

At the edge of Porfalls Forest, under the hot and humid climate, a group of people were warming themselves in front of a large fire. A few orcs put their torn and tattered clothes on their bodies again, shivering and shivering, they wished to put a cotton jacket on top of their "woolen undershirts". If there were pedestrians passing by at this moment, they would have slapped their heads and exclaimed, "God, please save those crazy people, they are committing suicide."