While the camel people struggled to find the brave chief from the countless tunnels, the mantis pulling the cart had long since disappeared into the horizon. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info and the shaman who got rid of hypnotism has completed the resurrection ritual with the help of the totem and saved his own soldiers from the hands of death.

The unwilling Minotaur heard the praying mantis pulling a cart away, and before Oripas could finish speaking, he rushed out of the village with a double-sided axe and chased after the ruts. Some of the camel people also wanted to help, but the half-elf smacked his mouth, "You guys who are not capable of fighting, what's the use of following the captain, so that he can be distracted and take care of you while he fights with the bugs?" ”

"Shaman......

"Don't worry, that big praying mantis is pulling such a heavy car, and if you can't go fast, when the captain catches up and splits it in half with an axe, you can drag the body back." Olipas said with certainty, and suddenly remembered the pale face of the mantis girl in his heart, and sighed, "This little sister is actually quite cute, I don't know if the captain is reluctant to destroy the flowers." ”

Minotaurs, with their strong physical strength and long-term endurance, are not as fast as those of large carnivores such as tigers and leopards, but their ability to continue running is in no way inferior to that of their ruminant relatives such as deer and sheep. However, to the Duke's surprise this time, he felt tired earlier than usual from the chase, and before he had run for two hours, he felt a little out of breath, and the distant scenery seemed to become a little hazy.

"Could it be because I dug tunnels in the dark ground for a few days, and mixed with those rotten and poisonous undead monsters all day long, so the Sprinkle family's physique declined?" The minotaur muttered to himself.

A black shadow suddenly appeared in his eyes in front of him, and the excited chief suddenly forgot everything, and his mind was full of only the desire to avenge his people, and he strode after him. After a dozen breaths, he had already rushed to the side of the car, reached out and pressed the right shoulder of the man who pulled the cart, and raised his axe to cut it off.

An expressionless, stiff smile turned to the minotaur, who put down the axe in embarrassment, "This, little sister, why are you pulling the cart, have you seen a big bug?" ”

"What-is-bug-?" The girl replied with difficulty, her eyes looking very hollow.

"Oh, it's a big, big monster with six legs, all as sharp as a blade, with tentacles on its head, a little taller than you, and a little thinner than you, do you see?"

"It's-to-go home-"

"It's going back to its nest?" The minotaur scratched his head, and suddenly realized, "Oh, you must have been caught by it to pull the cart, this insect is really cruel and vicious, and it actually forced the young little sister to do such heavy physical work, I will definitely not let it go!" ”

“……”

"Don't be afraid, there is an uncle here to protect you." His Excellency the Duke patted his chest and showed a very kind smile, "Come, tell my uncle where its lair is?" ”

The little girl's eyes shook a few times, and she reached out and pointed in one direction, "Far away—far away—"

"Hmph, even if it runs to the ends of the earth, I will also take it out of the nest and dismantle it!" The minotaur shouted viciously and ran down with his double-sided axe.

"Stupid---" The little girl watched the chief's figure disappear, the smile on her face seemed to widen slightly, and she tugged at the noose on her back, ready to continue the trailer.

"But—evil—" Because of the chief's interruption, the little girl found that she could not pull the stopped cart again, and the smile on her face immediately shrank a little.

She stood there and thought for a long time, then suddenly shook off the rope, and the "Gragra" ground was deformed, and then reverted back to six giant mantis with knife legs, and her two forearms slashed towards the ground, digging a large hole as quickly as cutting cheese. Then he jumped into the car, pushed dozens of barrels of ale down, threw them all down, and then filled the pit with the freshly dug ash, and drew two knife marks as a sign of something.

After doing all this, the praying mantis was satisfied to transform into a human form again, pulled up the lightweight cart, and dragged it in the right direction home.

"Why do you feel so tired today?" The minotaur ran for nearly two more hours in one breath, and the feeling of panting became more and more obvious, although he had not yet sweated, his physical strength had been rapidly consumed.

He propped the double-sided axe on the ground to lighten the burden a little, "Isn't it that I haven't smelled fresh air for a long time, and the sprinkler family has to adapt to it first?" Looking around again, the horizon in the distance was hazy, as if a faint mist had shrouded the vast open field.

Shaking his head vigorously, Clark decided that it would be better to hit the road as soon as possible. However, just as he was about to continue running, he was suddenly even more surprised to find that after looking around, he could no longer distinguish the direction he was chasing.

For the Minotaurs, the disappearance of their innate sense of direction is an incredible thing in their concept. His Excellency the Duke had always firmly believed that this place was just a bit desolate, a little more remote, and that there were more monsters that infested it, and now he had to believe that there were indeed many unspeakable oddities in this place.

"Forget it, I'd better go back first and ask my ancestors about the situation in this place." The chief looked down at the footprints he had come, and followed the mark back towards the village.

As we ran some way back, the footprints gradually blurred, perhaps because the wind had blown away the dust on the ground. Clark struggled to discern it, but found that the work was becoming more and more difficult, and by the end of the day, the ground was clean and untraceable, as if there had been no life for thousands of years.

As a result, the minotaur was no longer sure whether he was walking in a straight line back to the village, and lost the correction of his sense of direction, and it was very likely that the half-elves had been terrified of the "ghost hitting the wall", and had been circling in circles on the empty and vast surface.

It didn't take long for the night to begin to fall, and under this seemingly forever cloudy sky, there was not a single light of stars and moon in the dark night, no matter how many doubts His Excellency had in his heart, there was no chance to verify the correctness of the direction today, and the only thing that could be done was to sleep.

Clark knew that if he lay down without doing anything, he would wake up tomorrow without knowing where to go, so he picked up his double-sided axe and slashed it down on the ground in front of him, carving an arrow mark. After doing it, he patted his head, remembering that he had raised the totem with all his strength and smashed out a large pit that was nearly human-high, which was enough to be used as a place for the "reincarnation of grains". Could it be that the soil here has suddenly hardened?

"Forget it, let's think about it tomorrow morning." The duke fell on the spot, and it was very common for the mercenary group to sleep in the open air, and the minotaur could always snore immediately when he wanted to sleep, and it was dawn when he woke up. Today he still fell asleep well, except that he woke up many times in his dreams, but not once did he see the sky shining.

It wasn't until he woke up for the last time that Clarke, who was already tired, finally realized a question, was it not yet dawn, or had he overslept and it was already the next night?

He closed his eyes again, carefully observed, and suddenly felt a slight coolness around him, and his forehead, ears, cheeks, and limbs seemed to be blown by a cold wind. As a matter of thought, I suddenly remembered what Oripas had said that there were many wandering spirits in the wilderness, waiting for exhausted travelers to pass by and take their bodies as stand-ins, and the new spirits began to wait for the next group of lost tourists.

"Bang", the minotaur turned over and sat up, and a string of fire flashed from his right hand, which was the lighter box he brought when digging the tunnel underground.

"It's snowing." Clark let out a long sigh as he looked at the tiny grains that floated down from the sky.

The light of the fire dimmed, and the chief still watched the snowflakes in distraction. But he suddenly realized that something was wrong, in this dark night, the lighter box had also been extinguished, why could he still see the scene of snow?

If you look closely, it turns out that these snow flakes are faintly bright, and they can glow on their own.

"Beihai-san, Beihai-san," Clark suddenly heard a vague cry, and followed the voice, and in a snowflake with a brighter light, a deer-like creature with a human-like face faintly appeared.

The minotaur, who is also a ruminant, felt close, "This friend, are you shouting about the family?" ”

"Beihai-san, why did you come to this place, don't you know that this is the most terrifying place in the world?"

“…… Friend, you recognize the wrong person, I never used the name Beihai. ”

"There are infinitely independent worlds in the universe, where in the past life and in the present life are the usual." The deer monster sighed, "I think I was still a fan of you at the time, who knew that you actually became a bull head in this world." ”

"I'm sorry, I don't understand anything." The minotaur shook his head, "By the way, what did you mean when you said it was dangerous here?" ”

"Mr. Clark," the deer monster's tone became serious, "this is the ruins of the battlefield of the gods, the chaotic rift of time and space, the vast ash realm that covers infinite secrets, and ordinary creatures who enter lose all sense and power, so they can't detect it." ”

"For tens of thousands of years, only the most powerful explorers have dared to search for the heritage of antiquity, but the vast majority of them have fallen to the harsh conditions of existence, and their lives have been lost in the hidden horror of danger. Unless you can find the legendary adventurer's tavern, with the help of those legendary characters, you have some hope of survival. The deer monster glanced at the stunned duke, "You should never settle here, leave quickly and go in search of your people." ”

"I can't give up on my people, and the more dangerous it is here, the more I have a responsibility to protect them." His Excellency the Duke rejected the deer monster's suggestion, "And when it came time to decide on the establishment of the kingdom, the ancestors were very much in favor of my decision. ”

"Your people, the children? Actually, they ......," the deer monster sighed, "since your ancestor totem also chose this place, then I won't say anything." I have only one piece of advice, you must never leave the range of the artifact you can sense in the future. ”

"Yes, after the failure of this pursuit, I will definitely be more careful in the future." The Duke nodded repeatedly.

"Then, I'll send you back, and when it's dawn, you can walk in the direction where the snow falls, and you'll be back to the village." The deer monster began to disappear.

"Thank you for your help, friend, I don't know your name yet." Clark hurriedly shouted.

"When the wings of a butterfly flapped on the spine of the world, a snowstorm may fall on the desert thousands of miles away."

"What does that mean?" The minotaur was stunned.

"Everything is possible, everything is not graspable, fate, in your own hands, and not in your hands......" The mysterious helper is completely gone.

"Friend, what you said seems to be all nonsense."

;