Before nightfall, Witt adds firewood and a campfire, and Nayin and Arthur prepare a tent for sleeping. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In fact, according to the original plan, they should move on after lunch, but the plan is disrupted by the goblins, and with the dreamy feeling of picking up the soil and seeing the precious elves with their own eyes, they decide to camp by the river and set off the next day.

Just as the moon was high and both Arthur and Werther were gradually feeling sleepy, there was a sudden sound in the forest of tree branches pulling up and breaking, and the sound of earth and rocks tumbling.

Faced with the sudden rise of the mutant trio, the startled cries of the birds and the sound of wings aggravated the uneasy atmosphere, Arthur touched the hilt of his sword, and Werther took out the arrow and prepared.

The cracking sound was on the verge of a fire, and the three of them were nervously on guard, but what they didn't expect was that the bonfire illuminated the faces of people who were stacked with wood folds, and those faces seemed to be wailing, like painful old people, trapped in a tree, trying to break free from the dry and hard tree.

The trees did not hesitate to face the flames they should fear the most, and their large or emaciated bodies were supported by coiled roots and approached the trio.

Arthur was surprised, "It's the tree, the tree is alive, what the hell is going on!?"

"It's a tree spirit, how is it possible, such a large number of tree spirits gather and move is simply unheard of!, but how is this possible!?" Werther was also very surprised, "Tree spirits are creatures that hide themselves, they never take the initiative to appear in front of humans, and they will enter a state of hibernation in winter, and they will wake up in spring, how can they ......?"

"Hah, the dryads, I guess they're goblins, ha, what a surprise. Compared to the large potatoes with the face of the old man, the tree spirits gathered around at the moment are obviously threatening, Arthur drew his sword to be vigilant, and Werther saw Arthur draw his sword and hurriedly shouted: "Arthur Don't! Dryads are precious elves like goblins! They never hurt anything, and they are essentially not much different from ordinary trees!"

As soon as Werther finished speaking, the tree spirit standing at the front suddenly stretched out its branches, and the branches that should have been hard became semi-hard vines at this moment, and suddenly wrapped around the careless girl, and after grabbing it, he lifted the person into the air, and at the same time the branches tightened, and a cry of pain came from mid-air.

"Nayin!" Without thinking about it, Arthur rushed forward and slashed with his sword.

Although the dryad was huge, it didn't seem to have any defense, and Arthur slashed down with his sword, and the branches broke instantly.

Holding Naine back to the ground, Arthur's voice had become a deep voice during the battle: "This is the precious elf who never hurts anything?"

Werther didn't know how to answer, he knew he couldn't solve it with a sword alone in the face of the swaying branches, and the campfire was trampled by the roots of the dryads, and they became ignorant exposed to darkness.

"Run! There must be a reason for their actions, run first!"

"Why run? They're not strong at all, they can be hacked to death if you just cut them. Arthur said as he kept the frightened girl behind him, he never liked to run away.

"Arthur I'm sorry, I didn't expect the dryads to ...... They're actually very gentle. Grabbing some of the torn clothes, Nayin said guiltily, "Werther is right, don't hurt them, let's run first, maybe we can find out why they do this." ”

"Actually use the word gentle, Nayin, you ......" Before the words were finished, Arthur swallowed the rest of the words because he saw the girl's broken collar and the red marks on his chest.

Arthur gritted his teeth, retracted his sword from the hilt, and said helplessly, "Okay, run first." ”

Ending the memory, Naine looked at the side of the young man's face, she saw the sweat dripping down, and saw the obvious tiredness, Naine looked at Werther again, and saw that Werther's speed had begun to slow down.

Naine knew she couldn't keep running like this.

She thought anxiously, after running for so long, the dryads were still chasing after them, and there was no sign of giving up, maybe it was time to use her powers, maybe there was a way to stop the dryads without harming them.

"Ahh

"Arthur don't go!" Naiyin shouted, and Werther heard Arthur's voice and looked back, and before he could finish shouting "Don't go in danger", a black shadow swayed forward and pounced on the boy.

When Arthur realizes that danger is approaching, he slips under his feet and falls to the ground with his backpack in his arms.

"Arthur!" Werther and Nayin shouted at the same time, Arthur was lying on his back, his hands still holding his backpack, the old man's face piled up of wood grain approached as if it were toppling, the face was twisted, the mouth opened wider and wider, like an expanding tree hole, containing only the black shadow of the abyss, and the wide open mouth wanted to scream, but there was only the oppressive sound of rough wood rubbing.

Arthur watched the terrifying face approach, and saw that the wide black hole was about to devour him, but he did not draw his sword.

The tree spirit that pounced on him was in front of him, and the black shadow in his mouth had touched the tip of his nose, am I going to be eaten? Arthur fell into a state of being pulled by some kind of inexplicable induction, and even the most instinctive sword drawing reaction was suppressed.

He saw the dark shadow in the dryad's mouth pouring out like ink, but strangely, the ink did not flow vertically, but turned into black mist, and then disappeared into smoke after breaking away from the wood's mouth.

Arthur wanted to find out where the black fog had gone, but when he looked down he found that the ground was dark, and he hurriedly looked up and looked around, there was no forest, no sky, no Nayin and Werther, nothing.

The whole space was just a floor covered in black ink and swaying branches.

"Where is this?" the boy muttered, as if he knew he would not get an answer, "is this another dream?"

The dryads weren't fast, and in this strange dark world, they were even slower.

As if in some bizarre dance or ritual, Arthur watched as the dryads surrounded him, waving bare branches in an attempt to grab something.

But none of the dryads grabbed Arthur the way they grabbed Nain, and as desperate as they looked, they didn't actually touch the boy.

Or rather, even if they were so close, they couldn't reach him.

Those wrinkled faces looked so painful that if they did have eyes, they would be crying by now.

Arthur suddenly saw their pain, and the inexplicable feeling was confirmed, and the feeling in his heart became clearer and clearer.

Yes, they're in pain, they're howling silently, they're crying out for help!

"What do you want?" the boy eagerly said, "What do you want!?what do you want me to do!?"