Sword and Magic and Taxi

The so-called cave is just below the hill, between the roots of the fish beam. Bayi Chinese ≈The Son of the Forest walked in front with his fingers raised, and a group of people followed behind. At Xiaohua's request, Zhao Mai held the flowerpot and brought her along.

The road in the cave was curvy and low, and Addo had to squat and walk, if he carried Bran on his back, he would wear him on the top of the cave. So the paralyzed boy is now on Zhao Mai's back. His eyes widened, and he tried to look around through the shaking light and shadow. This is a place full of tree roots, moss and cobwebs, and there is a lingering smell of earth in the air. The dampness and coldness formed by the combination of dampness and coldness constantly penetrates down from the surface of the skin, and it does not seem to be a serious place.

The son of the forest walked in front, rubbing the bark of his body against the leaves of his head, rustling constantly. The underground passage was twisted and turned, and soon he was no longer visible. Zhao Mai has been carrying Bran on his back, walking slowly behind Li De's sister and brother. As long as Bran is around, you can see the three-eyed crow. He had been vigilant in his heart, for fear that as soon as they separated, the three-eyed crow would disappear in some way.

Following the fire, after walking for a while, the cave branched. The fork on the left was as dark as asphalt, and the fire was lit on the fork on the right, so even Addo knew which way to go. Zhao Mai used psychic powers to make eyes and went deep into the dark left side of the road. The deeper it goes in, the colder it gets, and soon I can see a lot of ice. There are many black shadows in the ice cube, and when I look closer, they are all frozen people.

I don't know how long they have been in the ice, but they don't look like the residents of the north. As far as the eyes of the psychic eye can reach, there are all such ice, and all the people inside are frozen. The distance was too far, Zhao Mai retracted his gaze and continued to follow the torch.

The light and shadow flowed, as if the walls were also moving. In their eyes, many creatures slowly appeared. Earthworms and centipedes wriggled from the cave walls and above their heads, and they even saw huge white snakes crawling in and out on the ground. Some insects that eat rot and corpses swarmed over the feet of everyone. The insects are soft and pale, sticky and slippery, with three small sharp teeth.

The teenagers were frightened, and Mela clenched her brother's hand firmly. Ado also saw this scene. "Ado," he whimpered, squatting forward barely. Zhao Mai waved his hand, and a breeze blew over, dispelling the phantom in front of him. The so-called white snakes are nothing but white tree roots, and the insects on the feet are nothing but slippery moss and small mushrooms.

"Bran, you can learn everything, don't learn the taste of the three-eyed crow." Zhao Mai curled his lips, adjusted the posture of his shoulders, and said: "Obviously, the force of nature is used, but the layout here is like a Necromancer, how can this attract good apprentices?"

"What is a Necromancer?" Bran is always full of curiosity.

"An evil spellcaster who manipulates corpses, takes lives, and plays with souls." Zhao Mai replied.

They continued to enter the depths of the earth, passing one forked road after another, through one cave after another. There is a particularly empty cave, which is enough to support three hundred people for a banquet. But now there are only countless stone fangs on the top of the head and a large number of stalagmites on the ground. The ticking indoor raindrops beat annoying music, and the son of the forest holding the flame is constantly urging in front.

After passing more caves and more fork roads, everyone has been walking in the labyrinth-like underground passage for a long time. There was a gurgling sound in Ado's stomach, "Ado", he scratched his head, and then took out the mutton and ham from the cloth bag on his chest. "Ado?" He asked everyone with the ham, and after breaking a piece for everyone, he ate his share with joy.

The sound of people chewing echoed in the cave, and sometimes even echoed back and forth. Addo burped, and then the voices of "A lot, a lot..." were heard everywhere. The boys and girls laughed, and the laughter began to echo, dispelling the cold atmosphere of the cave. The Son of the Forest turned his head, blinked his slender eyes, and squeezed out a smile just like them.

"How far is it?" Zhao Mai asked: "How deep are we underground?"

"It's coming soon, just walk through the bone cave," said the son of the forest. After that, he turned around and moved forward in silence with the flames, and stopped answering their questions. Everyone was imagining what the bone cave was like, and Zhao Mai frightened them that it was the kind of terrible place where skulls were hung everywhere, and they would fall into piles of corpses when stepped on them. "In the eye sockets of the skull, there is yellow fluorescence, just like the glow of fireflies, but it is even more weird and colder. There are bones everywhere, old, decayed, and unbearable. How can you step on the bones and then there will be white ones. The corpse gas was squeezed out, floating like a hand, scratching your calves and ankles, leaving black scratches on them. The cold breath blew gently on the fluff behind the ears, and a voice followed: 'I died so wrong...'"

Everyone was terrified, but in the end it turned out that the so-called bone cave was not as scary as Zhao Mai described. Although there are fragile bones under the feet, there is only a thin layer. There are neither white clouded claws nor whispers in the ears. There are only bones of birds and beasts scattered on the road, as are other bones. The larger ones may come from giants, and the smaller ones may be the children of the forest. On the walls of the caves on both sides, there are many dug-out stone wall niches with skulls of various creatures. Almost all creatures from the north appear here. Xia Xia found the skull of an ice wolf, ran over to sniff, and then sneezed.

The atmosphere here did not reach Zhao Mai's rendering, and the group was actually a little disappointed. They passed another steep road and finally reached the final hall. Through the curved arch bridge, they crossed the dark underground river and came to a platform. The son of the forest raised his hand high, and the fire became brighter, covering all the surrounding space. Following the direction of his finger, everyone stared attentively.

A pale-skinned king with ebony decoration appeared in front of them, his expression seemed to be deep in a dream, and the throne woven of fish beams surrounded his dry limbs, like a mother hugging a child.

Although there is a throne, there is no crown, only a black dragon spar is attached to the middle of his forehead, like a third eye. His body is thin and weak, his clothes are tattered, and he looks like a Buddha's body from a distance. It's just that his chest is still up and down, and his breath can also blow the slender beard around his mouth, and everyone believes that he is not a ghoul. Numerous tree roots entangled his body inside and outside, wrapping and supporting him~www.NovelMTL.com~Many tree roots even penetrated through his body, but the wounds have grown together with the tree roots and can’t distinguish each other. Not a wound.

The lord of the throne has fair skin and a blood-red birthmark from the neck to the cheek. This is the only place on his body that has a different color. White, white eyebrows, and white whiskers are as delicate and slender as a spider web, floating in the wind, separated from each other, and not tangled. He has no separation from the root throne behind him, and it is possible that his bones have been replaced by the roots, and perhaps internal organs. Zhao Mai saw dots of dark red leaves growing from his skull, and countless gray mushrooms occupied the exposed skin of his arms and thighs. It seems that he hasn't been active for a long time, because the moment he moves, a lot of dust and spores of mushrooms and moss are dropped.

He opened his eyes, but there was only one blood-red eye with no whites, and a white tree root penetrated in the other eye socket and pierced out of his neck. He glanced with this red eye for a long time, and finally found a group of people.

"You are the three-eyed crow?" Bran asked.

"Crow...crow?" The pale king's voice was dry, his lips torn apart from the mushrooms, and he moved slowly. He seems to have forgotten how to compose words, so it took a long time to finally say: "Yes, I used to be. With black clothes and black blood, I am a three-eyed crow." (To be continued.)