Wizard: I crush legends with martial arts.

The desolate area between the border of Fantalia and the jungle is not far, only about a hundred meters away.

Upon reaching the edge of the jungle, Sharibel couldn't help but look up at the lush green trees, lost in thought.

The other dark elves, needless to say, looked around in surprise and bewilderment.

The trees were something they had never seen before.

Sharibel couldn't help but open her arms, close her eyes, and take a deep breath. "So this is what the air outside is like—so fragrant, so sweet! Ahhh! Such a rich sense of life!"

Hearing his words, Alphonse couldn't help but laugh. You're not a nature-worshipping elf, you're a dark elf, brother!

Hernot's reaction was even more exaggerated than Sharibel's. He immediately knelt on the ground, scooped up a handful of black soil with both hands, and tears instantly streamed down his face.

"A thousand years, a thousand years! My ancestors have long regretted betraying humanity, and I have finally been able to cross the border and set foot in the outside world!"

Tears streamed down his face, yet his expression was one of mixed emotions, a smile playing on his lips.

Looking up at the azure sky, the white clouds, and the lush green leaves, he was deeply moved.

He could only see the scenery of his hometown in the documents and books left by his ancestors, but how could the pictures in the books allow him to appreciate the scenery of the outside world?

Even if he is cunning and shrewd, his emotions at this moment are genuine and heartfelt.

The remaining half-demons weren't much better off; some danced and hummed incomprehensible songs, while others bent down to kiss the earth, which smelled of grass and trees.

Sera ran to a big tree and curiously stroked the trunk. Not content with just touching it, she hugged it and gently rubbed her cheek against it.

Since none of the races in Fantalia had ever seen the outside world, Alphonse was not surprised by this situation.

If they are moved by the jungle, then let them be moved a little longer.

All Alphonse wanted at that moment was to find a place to get a good night's sleep.

Suddenly, a half-demon was seen plucking green grass from the ground and chewing it, much like Shennong tasting hundreds of herbs.

It's just a common weed, probably not poisonous.

The toxicity isn't a major problem, as the races living in Fantalia have relatively high poison resistance.

The half-dragon assassin, Vitina, had already leaped up the tree, plucked a handful of leaves, and put them in her mouth to savor the taste.

The group of people did all sorts of bizarre things, some even gnawing on tree trunks.

Alphonse turned his head and saw a dark elf pluck a beetle that looked like a rhinoceros beetle from a tree trunk and hold it up to examine it closely.

Surely there aren't even any bugs in the underground world?

The moment the thought crossed my mind, I saw the dark elf stuff the beetle into its mouth and start chewing it with a "crunch crunch".

It's one thing to eat it, but this bug is also bursting with juice.

Alphonse felt a chill run straight to the top of his head, and the muscles on his face twitched repeatedly.

You guys shouldn't eat everything! Are you Bear Grylls?

Even people from Guangdong aren't as ruthless as you guys!

The dark elf, however, had a "chicken-flavored, crunchy" expression on his face, and even stuck out his tongue to lick the saliva from his lips, still not satisfied.

Sera had already walked back to Alphonse's side and immediately noticed that something was wrong with his expression. Curious, she asked, "What's wrong?"

"That guy eats beetles." Alphonse pointed at the dark elf with a pained expression. Dark elves are usually handsome men and beautiful women, and ugly ones are rare, but the things they did were extremely shocking.

"Beetles?" Sera tilted her head. "Isn't that a kind of food? Although it doesn't taste very good, it's still edible."

"You've eaten it too?" Alphonse's forehead creased with annoyance.

"Hmm." Sera nodded. "It's better to eat it grilled, but it's fine to eat it raw too."

Alphonse sighed and said, "Don't mention this in front of me again. I'll be traumatized the next time I kiss you."

"Huh? Okay." Sera was completely confused, but could only nod in agreement.

Alphonse didn't want to blame her for this, so he called out to those around him, "That's enough. When you have time to watch in the future, clear out a place first, set up the tents under the shade of the trees, and everyone rest first."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a "thump" was heard.

Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw a dark elf fall to the ground, leaning against a tree trunk.

Like a chain reaction, one person after another fell down.

In the blink of an eye, a large number of people collapsed.

Sharibel also seemed dizzy, supporting her head with both hands, swaying and unsteady on her feet.

Alphonse leaped forward and caught Charibel before he fell.

But Sharibel had already closed her eyes and fallen into a coma.

"Brother! Everyone? What happened?" Sera was shocked and rushed forward to check on Sharibel's condition.

Alphonse looked around and saw that it wasn't just the dark elves who had fallen; some of the half-demons from the City of Peace had also fallen, including Hernot.

But many others were unharmed, looking around with suspicion and uncertainty.

Their instinctive reaction had already put them on guard, and the movement spread out instantly as they gripped their swords tightly and became alert.

Alphonse was certain that there was no toxic miasma in the air of the jungle.

It was just an ordinary forest.

If there were colorless and odorless poisonous fog permeating this place, they should have noticed it even earlier than the others.

There was no abnormal reaction in the body's internal energy.

If it were poison, the number of people affected shouldn't be limited to just a small group like Sharibel.

Charibel's breathing remained steady and long, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep rather than unconscious.

Alphonse raised his hand and placed it on Sharibel's chest, channeling his inner energy into her.

"Saribel's magic is in disarray!"

As the divine scimitar Erzangus, which was hanging at Sharibel's waist, sprang up, he spoke urgently.

Alphonse's perception of his true energy was exactly as Erzangus had said; Sharibel's magic was extremely chaotic.

But magic is different from poison; poison can cause the true energy of the Innate Formless Divine Skill to react.

Alphonse had no way of helping Sharibel sort out the chaotic magic.

What exactly is going on?

"Falbancus, what do you think?"

"Me? I'll just float around and watch." The demonic sword hovered in mid-air, its blade swaying.

Alphonse: "."

"Don't joke around at a time like this! I'm asking what your opinion is on this matter."

"Master, I really don't know. I'm just a sword, and besides, I've been sealed away for over a thousand years." The Demon Sword Falbancus shook its head helplessly again.

"You useless idiot!" Erzangus cursed.

"As if you knew, you foolish swine! If you knew, then save your master!" Falbongus retorted without hesitation. (End of Chapter)