Suddenly, the flames burst into flames, Arthur was stunned, and all the dryads were instantly engulfed in flames. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The flames burned their bodies uncontrollably, the dark brown bark quickly turned black, and the already sad and painful faces died in despair, and Arthur could hear nothing but the sound of burning wood. But he can sense, not with his ears, but with his eyes, with his eyes, with his heart, with the flow of life in his body.

"Help me!"

"It's hot, it's hot!"

"I don't want to die!"

"Why do we die!?why!?"

"Why are we being tortured like this!?"

"Help me, I don't want to die!"

With a terrible cry, Arthur reached out and touched the dark ground.

Instead of touching the hard surface, the fingers touched a slightly viscous liquid.

What is this? Arthur was puzzled, his hand grasping at it, and the black liquid quickly covered the back of his hand and between his fingers.

He put his hand under his nose and sniffed the pungent smell of oil.

"Oil? but, no, oil shouldn't be so dark, as black as ......"

Arthur suddenly remembered the giant eye of the dark monster in the abandoned mine pit Zait.

Although the forms are different, they are so similar that they bring fear and yet attract attention.

Arthur lowered his head, his hands touching the viscous dark surface, touching it like a child playing with sand, according to his instinctive desires.

Arthur inexplicably asked himself, if he had been looking at those eyes at that time, would he have been sucked in by the darkness in his eyes and swallowed by the black hole?

But...... Don't I want to?

The longer the hands were caressed, the more the pungent taste of oil seemed to change, becoming sweeter and sweeter, like honey, and Arthur even wanted to lick it.

The dryads are still burning, and precious creatures are dying in the most devastating way possible. But Arthur couldn't do anything, he knew it well.

"I can't save you. ”

Like what he said to Ellen the Priest during the campfire conversation, Arthur didn't want to take on anything, and he didn't want to disappoint anyone.

"You call me for help, but I can't do anything. ”

If this endless darkness is oil, are it your corpses that make it up?, with his hands stained with black grease reaching out to his lips, Arthur looked at the dryads that were about to be burned out, his mouth slowly opening, the tip of his tongue sticking out.

"Arthur!"

"Arthur wake up!"

Just when the tip of his tongue was almost touching the sticky black, the voices of Nayin and Werther suddenly came, Arthur's eyes widened as if he had awakened in an instant, everything in front of him collapsed in an instant, the burning dryads were gone, the infinitely extended dark ground was gone, and the viscous liquid on his hands was gone.

The two eyes saw the anxious faces of Nayin and Werther, and Arthur's hand was still raised, waking up from a big dream.

"I'm ......" looked around blankly, it was the forest that had been running for a long time, yes, Arthur looked down, holding his backpack in his arms.

"Wake up at last!" Naine fell to her knees and hugged Arthur, almost crying. "I'm worried about death! I'm worried about death! You don't wake up to tell you, I thought your consciousness was eaten by the dryads!"

"Well, Nayin, the dryads don't eat people. Seeing people wake up, Werther also breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Werther has been comforting Naiyin since Arthur fell unconscious, he actually has no bottom in his heart. After all, no one had ever seen such a large number of Dryants move and chase people, and there had never been a book that recorded what would happen to being bitten by a Dryant, and no one would even believe that Dryads would open their mouths to bite someone.

Now seeing Arthur wake up, Werther is finally relieved.

"But we don't know, we don't know!" Naine hugged Arthur tightly, and the ripped collar caused Arthur's face to fit directly into the girl's chest. Soon Arthur's hands began to twitch.

"Breathe...... No, I can't breathe Nain......"

"Ahh......h

Arthur coughed twice and then breathed heavily, the flush on the boy's face did not subside, but fortunately, the moonlight was still blurry and could not be seen clearly.

After standing up with his backpack in his hand, Arthur leaned slightly to prevent his companions from seeing his hot face.

"Where's the dryads?"

Nayin was still worried about looking Arthur up and down on the ground, and replied: "Strange to say, Arthur, after you fell, the nearest tree spirit pounced on you and bit you, and Werther and I didn't see clearly whether it really bit you or not, only saw something like a black shadow, or black smoke, coming out of its mouth, and your whole body was swallowed by those black mist, and then you passed out, and those goblins saw you faint, and they all left." ”

"It's so weird!" Werther sighed as he crossed his chest and suddenly thought of something, he stepped forward to Arthur's side and raised his hand to figure three, "Here, prevent your brain from being damaged, say how many." ”

Arthur pouted and glared, "It's this me who is hungry and tired and wants to take a bath!"

Exhaling and nodding, Witt smiled, "It's normal Arthur, that's right." ”

"Damn, I fell all over the mud and my clothes were dirty. Carrying his backpack, Arthur looked down at the muddy clothes, and couldn't help biting the corners of his mouth to vent his anger, especially the wet muddy water on his buttocks, which made him very uncomfortable, and he kept muttering "hateful and hateful".

Nayin smiled, "Arthur, when you get to a place with water, I'll wash your clothes." ”

Arthur sighed helplessly: "Compared to this, I really want to take a hot bath now." Alas, at this time I miss the big bath of Waumeer Castle, which was so comfortable......"

"Rest assured, thanks to being chased by the dryads all night, we should not be far from Monodic by now. Raising the torch that had been lit while Arthur was unconscious, Werther looked at the map and direction monitor, "More precisely, because we were being chased by goblins and inadvertently took a shortcut to arrive a day earlier." ”

"Oh, so good?" Finishing his memories of Wormill's bathroom, Arthur looked at the map and cocked his ass to point to the mud spots and the black back of his body, "That's the price, isn't it?"

Naine smiled, "Don't worry, Arthur, I'll wash it all." ”

"There's no river nearby, so be patient. Putting away the map, Witte took the lead with his torch aloft, "If nothing else, it will be another two hours' walk to get there, and I hope Monodic will allow him to enter the city at night, let's go." ”

On the way forward, Naine asks Arthur if he saw or felt anything while he was unconscious.

She was still worried about Arthur's problems, after all, he had been through something so weird, and no one knew if the black fog was completely harmless.

Werther, who was walking in the forefront, also turned sideways to listen, although he didn't say anything, he was actually just as worried as Nayin, but his worry was a little more annoyed and suspicious.