Capítulo 142: Chapter 142: The Filthy Black Mud and the Memory of the Elven Knight

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Eileen's Second Illustration will be released soon,

"Ugh! What are these? They feel so disgusting."

Eileen, with a look of discomfort, covered her nose with her hand. Not far in front of her was a gray-brown Miasma swamp.

To call it a swamp was not quite accurate; it was more like filthy black mud. Like ground moss, it covered and crept over the original soil. Wherever it passed, the grass and shrubs withered and turned yellow, and many trees were bald, with only rotten branches left.

A nauseating stench emanated from these black mud swamps, and what was even more hair-raising was their regular undulation, almost like breathing. Each of their movements absorbed nutrients from the earth below, causing the land and all its vegetation to increasingly lose vitality.