Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 413 Pathfinding and Mutation

At the eastern exit of the Mannheim market, Yaro observed for a long time the hunting teams preparing to set off.

He wasn't planning to rob them, nor was he looking for a team to join; he was simply observing their attire.

"Most groups wear brightly colored clothing, while lone travelers are mainly dressed in gray and green... There are large areas of jungle on the outskirts of the Dark Plains?"

"Also, almost everyone of them is wearing a face mask... Wait, is that person pouring a potion onto the face mask? Judging from the appearance of the potion bottle... it looks like a low-level swamp antidote?"

"Huh? Is that a caravan over there? The deer leading the caravan is so tall, probably three meters! And those ears, they look like rabbit ears, not like a deer's. Is it some kind of magical beast deer?"

The merchant standing nearby seemed to have overheard Yarrow's mutterings and quickly and enthusiastically approached:
"They are not some kind of magical beasts!"

Look at its rump, aren't there some white spots on it? And look at its hooves, aren't they very wide? They are marsh deer, with a membrane between their toes like a duck's claw, which allows them to swim in water and walk directly on marshland.

"How about it? Interested in joining our caravan? For just five magic stones, we can deliver you quickly and smoothly to Lake Nymph."

Yaro didn't have five magic stones... Even if he did, he would only rush to buy a bottle of purification potion, and wouldn't dare to waste them on travel expenses.

Besides, why would anyone go to Nymphal Lake for no reason?

"No need, I'm just looking around," Yaro replied politely.

Undeterred, the merchant approached another passerby: "Want to go to Nymphal Lake? Only five..."

...Okay, so he was just a ticket scalper.

Yaro chuckled, shook his head, and turned to leave.

You can't take this main road to the Boone family. Yaro came here just to see what the adventurers were wearing.

Without an experienced guide, this was the only way he could increase his safety as much as possible.

First, he returned the way he came. When he reached the fork in the road where he had parted ways with Ian Boone, Yaro recalled the attire of the adventurers he had seen before. He took out various items from his spatial ring and put them on himself.

"Gloves, leather armor, ropes, face towel, high-top leather boots... Let's replace these with metal boots. We need to keep at least one magical tool to activate magic."

Having made preparations, Yaro took a deep breath and resolutely turned into the side path.

The road first goes up over a small hill, and then winds its way down the mountain.

Because the bottom of the mountain was shrouded in a layer of gray mist, Yaro did not dare to be too reckless. He stepped on the hard soles of his boots and it took him about half an hour to reach the flat ground.

The sticky black clay emitted a faint stench of decay and fishiness, while the misty air carried a sweet floral fragrance.

The mingling of the two scents made Yaro feel as if he had returned to the little castle of his childhood, lying beside a field full of manure, cuddling a big black cat, and basking in the intoxicating sun.

But soon, the pungent smell of medicine lingering in the face towel dispelled this feeling of lethargy.

Yaro was initially startled, but then relaxed.

"The mist has hallucinogenic effects, but fortunately it's countered by the swamp antidote!"

After regaining his senses, Yaro looked around.

Perhaps due to the fog, the environment here was somewhat dim, with an effective visibility of only about ten meters. The vegetation was not tall, but there were some strange trees scattered about, crooked and twisted, casting menacing shadows.

Hmm... This environment felt so familiar to Yaro, like he was at home, that he even had the mood to comment on it.

"If too much water is added to the swamp, the soil will become too thin and won't clump together, so no bubbles will rise, and the atmosphere won't be right."

This environment felt so familiar. Yaro looked around with nostalgia, and for a moment he felt a little reluctant to leave.

But after staying for only a short while, Yaro felt his eyes were dull and inexplicably itchy.

"This is... the fog is poisonous?!"

"It's both hallucinogenic and poisonous; no wonder the Baron Claire family's books refer to this place as the 'Death Swamp'."

Yaro dared not be careless and quickly took out a map to carefully determine the location.

"We've walked five miles of mountain path, now we're looking for a side path... but we haven't seen any!" "...Wait!"

Suddenly, Yaro realized something, took a few steps to the right, squatted down, and cautiously reached out his hand.

The next moment, the entire hand was seen to sink directly into the ground.

"Death Swamp... Swamp, I understand!"

Yaro looked up and around. "Could this so-called path be a sturdy road hidden in the swamp?"

If that's the case, then there's nothing difficult about it.

Put yourself in their shoes: what kind of path can survive in a swamp for a long time?

Trees!

Only by relying on the anchoring effect of tree roots on the soil can a solid path be carved out!

So... the answer has always been right in front of you!

Yaro looked at the twisted trees beside him.

"No, not this one."

The roots are the road, and the trunk is the road sign. Since it is a road, it cannot be just a single tree.

So, all you need to do is find a row of trees to get onto that hidden path!
But now the visibility is only about ten meters, and the ground is covered with swamps. Without a familiar person to lead the way, how can we determine the direction of the road?
Yaro had only one choice: recklessness!

First, use the 'Feather Fall Technique' to reduce weight, then use the 'Trip Technique' as a landing point, and jump between the swamp trees in quick succession, using the same method he used to use to get through the muddy courtyard in the academy.

Because the Trip Spell can only be cast twice in a short period of time—that is, two Instantaneous Movements.

Without a running start, relying solely on the effect of the Featherfall spell, Yaro can only move five meters at a time.

Counting from the starting point and including the two landings, Yaro's maximum movement distance is approximately fifteen meters, which fits perfectly within the existing line of sight.

"No, this isn't it. There are no trees behind it."

"This isn't the right place either..."

……

After some searching, Yaro turned to the right.

The same old method applies: first find the distance, then start running.

With the blessing of the Feather Fall spell, Yaro's figure was as graceful as an immortal, and as he landed, he lightly touched the black soil, and a clod of soil landed perfectly under his feet.

With the help of this thrust, Yaro's body was lifted into the air once again.

After using the Trip Spell twice, they quickly approached the twisted tree on the right.

at this time--

Several menacing shadows beneath the trees suddenly rose up, opening their gaping, bloody maws, and charged towards the descending Yaro!

"Oops!"

Yaro felt a tightness in his scalp, and his hair stood on end!

The body twisted rapidly, quickly changing the inertial direction of the Feather Fall Technique.

but!

Limited by the structural principle of the Feather Fall Technique, twisting the body can only change the original 'dragonfly skimming the water' into a 'whirlwind slash', but it cannot change the landing point at all!

(End of this chapter)