"Then ......" Linda was silent for a while, "I believe in you, I'm here waiting for you to come back." ”

Linda is introverted, and after half a year of tempering, she is extremely determined. Her meaning was obvious, she would not return to the camp and would stay here and wait.

Qin Song nodded, and walked into the dark shadows of the trees.

Looking at his tall and handsome back, vaguely with the momentum of giving up who else, Linda clenched her fists gently, her eyes full of admiration.

Walking all the way through the rotten leaves, there is no clear path in front of you, only a few scattered footprints of trampling traces, which can barely provide guidance.

Gradually, low and crooked wooden stakes began to appear on either side, arranged in strange arrays, their shapes impossible to describe, none of which seemed to be in the same direction. Some are just randomly broken branches at an angle, while others are large bundles of branches and the tibial bones of some animals, tied with thatch to form a rudimentary wooden frame.

One of them was particularly terrifying, like a half-dug shed, in the shape of a cone, made entirely of tibia, leg bones, and ribs of unknown human or animal bones, with a stone basin in the center of the shed with dried blood stains.

Along the way, the eerie and terrifying atmosphere became more and more intense, revealing a sense of incongruity and weirdness. Qin Song clearly felt the danger - these unusual alien camps, walking in the corrupt jungle, only the occasional bonfire and stone basin and stone bowl can prove that there were once human tracks here.

When Qin Song saw the craggy stone altar with his own eyes, he had almost just crossed the orc camp. It was a crumbling pile of moss-covered stones, crumbling and hastily built, with jagged slopes and protrusions, roughly in the shape of a tower.

There are three or four black holes on the side of the stone platform, and the rock above seems to be about to collapse, and from the hole, you can vaguely see that the inside is very deep, and you can't see the bottom at a glance.

The stone platform is almost surrounded by low, overgrown plants, and among the dense branches and leaves, there are large and small scarlet nodules, which look a bit like ripe berries.

Qin Song carefully looked at the surrounding environment while cautiously approaching the stone platform. To his surprise, there were barely any footprints around the stone platform.

Desolate, dilapidated.

However, there was a strange aura that lingered near the stone platform.

Qin Song searched for a while, slowly broke off, and focused his gaze on the unknown vine plant, the scarlet nodule. The surface of the nodule has red and white roots, which at first glance look a bit like dragon fruit, but there are no sepal tepals.

There's something strange about this thing.

There was a strange fishy smell when I got closer, and it smelled like blood and some kind of fragrant spice.

It doesn't smell bad.

Click.

He took out the dagger he had with him and cut off a nodule, and immediately a reddish juice flowed out of the fracture, like watermelon juice, and the flesh was fleshy red, with a strange muscle-like texture.

Qin Song was almost certain that the strange aura came from the vine plants, especially after the fruit was cut, the surrounding aura instantly became richer.

This breath is uncomfortable.

Dropping the half of the fruit, Qin Song clapped his hands and stood up, his gaze falling on the top of the stone platform. Not far from what Linda described, there were several stout wooden stakes covered with the white skulls of various animals.

This is the style of the orcs, where flesh is food and bones are often hung up as trophies.

Qin Song didn't want to rush into the stone cave, the altar built at random by this huge stone was really insecure, maybe it would collapse and be buried in it if he was not careful.

After circling around twice, barely finding a place that was considered a step, Qin Song cautiously climbed up.

The orc architecture is rough, but surprisingly solid. Successfully ascending the stone platform, Qin Song looked around and found that the stone platform structure was basically the same as that of the Sage Canyon, the difference was the decoration on both sides, the stone pillars in the canyon and the wooden stakes here should be improvised.

However, there is a shaft in the middle.

The shafts of the canyon stone platform were filled with a large number of orc skulls. The shaft in front of him was filled with a strange scarlet, shriveled skin-like thing, and many shriveled and yellowed roots hung down, extending to the depths of the shaft, that is, the inside of the stone platform.

Referring to the scale of the altar of the canyon, this stone platform is not much different, and its internal space is probably mostly underground, and the area is large. These scarlet skins and tendrils are supposed to have originated from some device or artifact in the cave.

Looks like we're going to have to take some risks.

Descending the stone steps, I found an entrance that could only be entered by one person, and it was also the largest one. Qin Song bent down and walked in cautiously, praying that the stones under his feet would support his weight.

The sunlight in the gaps in the leaves casts in through the cracks in the rocks, imprinting tiny patches of light under the dark feet. Dust floated in pillars of light, and the entire cavern was silent—except for the vein-like vines that dangled from the rock walls, making a rattling sound in the disturbance.

Someone went in, it should have been a while ago. Qin Song followed the sunlight and found that there were gray footprints on the rocks under his feet. The deeper you go, the more lush the blood vessels and hemangioma-like things become, as if there is a strange feeling of burrowing into the dense blood vessels of the human body.

However, most of these blood vessels and hemangiomas were shriveled or rotten, scattered and intertwined, which reminded Qin Song of the capillary vein diagram in the biology textbook.

Then, the cavern lost its light completely. Only Qin Song's burning eyes kept flickering in them.

"Ho~~Ho~~~"

A strange sound, as if a terminally ill patient was struggling to breathe, began to echo in the depths of the blood web. Qin Song's heart sank, and he cheered up his spirit.

"Ho~~~Ho~~~"

In this dark and boundless cavern intertwined with blood webs, there is a sense of oppression. Qin Song began to walk cautiously into the depths, and in the darkness in front of him, there seemed to be a wider place.

It wasn't until Qin Song felt that he had entered the underground part, and the damp breath was very strong, and those vessel-like plants seemed to have become damp and no longer so shriveled.

It's really orc style, flesh and blood theme.

Qin Song endured the nausea caused by the slippery and damp veins across his skin and continued to move forward, and the feeling under his feet was not a rock, but a damp and muddy soil, cultivated into a rudimentary step.

At the end of the steps, the darkness seemed to be even thicker than in other places, and his intuition told Qin Song that it was the source of the evil aura.

Sure enough, after taking the last step, you should have come to the very center of the cave, where there was a large irregular mass, like some kind of sculpture?

Rough, overgrown roots, or the dark red of the granulation, which seems to be beating faintly?

Relying on his night vision ability, Qin Song cautiously approached the past - its height reached about the waist, spread out, and the width was a little narrow, like some kind of internal organs.

Suddenly, a pair of dark red eyes appeared in the shadows below it.

An orc!

It was staring at Qin Song who was approaching.

Qin Song was also looking at it.

He sat on the ground, his back against the thing, his face shriveled and his cheekbones spitting out, almost out of shape, except for a pair of scarlet eyes. The sturdy body that the orcs should have was like a broken sack, shriveled and attached to the skeleton, revealing the outline of rows of ribs.

In his hand, he still clutched a bone scepter, and his soft chest heaved and heaved, letting out a 'ho-ho' gasp.

Neither side spoke.

Qin Song was very calm, the orc in front of him, who was still breathing, although his eyes were full of fierceness, did not bring him a substantial threat.

He was looking at what was behind it.

It's something this orc guards.

The source of all the strange auras came from it, even the vascular-like tissues that spread throughout the cave.