The scrivener lifted the wizard up, signaling that it was time for him to find a chance to get out, the serpents were gone, why were they still here. The two of them searched among the many vines hanging down from www.biquge.info high, picked out a few of the strongest ones and twisted them together, and began to climb up tentatively.

Things went much smoother than expected, and there were a lot of shrubs growing on the rock wall, which made the climb very convenient. In one breath, they climbed up a third of the way, and the two of them rested for a while in a suitable place to stay, and continued to go up. One more stop in between, until you climb to the top.

At the top is a small hill, surrounded by many hills, which makes it even more inconspicuous. The hills are covered with dense vegetation and towering ancient trees, which hide the real world. After the scrivener climbed up, he lay on the ground, feeling the moisture of the sun and rain, there is hope for sunshine, and it is good to be alive!

The wizard stood on a high place and looked around, determined a certain direction, and walked all the way. The scrivener is a little hesitant, do you want to follow? The wizard was born and raised in this area, and it must be safest to follow him, but the route he chose must be in the direction of the tribe, and given the sensitive relationship between the two sides, the scrivener box really doesn't want to set foot there again, and it is not good to make trouble.

The wizard walked out of a section and stopped suddenly, seeing that the scrivener did not follow, showing a puzzled look. The scrivener hesitated and finally decided to go his separate way, he didn't want to have anything to do with the indigenous tribes. He shook his hand at the wizard and motioned for everyone to go their own way. The wizard's face changed, and there was a hint of murder in his eyes, and he disappeared in a flash.

The scrivener strengthened his thoughts, as he caught a hint of anomaly on the wizard's face, and although he had saved the other party several times, it did not eliminate the hostility between them. He chose another direction to descend the mountain, and the wizard followed after a moment's hesitation. The scrivener's eyes flickered, and the other party was endless.

The atmosphere became a little sensitive, and the two walked down the hill one after the other. The small hill is not big, and it quickly walks to the bottom of the mountain. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the bushes, and it turned out to be Polgar.

The scrivener looked suspicious and asked her why she was here. Polgar said that she was lost, and later saw the Japanese paratroopers and subconsciously walked here.

Scrivener wasn't surprised, he was able to come here, why couldn't Polgar come.

The three of them sat in a relatively open place and began to exchange various experiences over the past few days. The conversation inevitably mentions the purpose of the Japanese people: strange flowers. Polgar was also moved, and it was hard to imagine what had happened to the scrivener. She constantly asks about the strange flowers, and communicates with the wizard for a long time. Finally, four words came out of the mouth: mandala flowers.

"Mandala flowers." The scrivener talks to himself, a very unfamiliar name. He looked at Polgar.

"That's right, it's a mandala flower, also known as the flower of hell. In the understanding of Westerners, it is always associated with death and the devil, and the mention of it always means ominous. Polgar explained.

Although it is not called a mandala flower in the indigenous tribes, it also means ominous and dead. The sorcerer also mentions a legend that this land was a hell in ancient times, and that their people were the messengers of hell. Savage Mountain gave birth to two twins, one a giant python and the other a two-headed snake, one for justice and one for evil. The evil two-headed serpent continued to devour the creatures of the Savage Mountain, and was finally suppressed by the righteous python. The followers of the Monty Python are rooted here and will always guard the gates of hell. Those Guardians are the ancestors of wizards.

Of course, this is just a legend, and the indigenous people have never left the land for generations.

Here's the problem, the Japanese got the information out of nowhere, and sent a large number of elites to find the mandala flower.

I can't figure it out about the scrivener, what do the Japanese do with mandala flowers, they are not afraid that ominous things will happen to them?

With a strange face and a look of emotion in her pretty blue eyes, Polgar speculated that the Japanese had another purpose in making mandala flowers, perhaps extracting the juice of the flowers for an ulterior experiment. Because the aroma of the mandala flower can numb the nerves, its extract is certainly the key. Once you grasp the key to this, you may be able to produce it on a large scale.

The scrivener couldn't help but shudder, once this thing was used in the war, I dare not imagine how powerful the Japanese would be.

Now that the truth is out, the Japanese are not going to go to a Jedi for no reason, they have great ambitions. Once the ambition becomes a reality, not only East and Southeast Asia, but half of the world will be trampled underfoot.

The wizard's gloomy face gradually relaxed, and the introduction of the scrivener indirectly explained a problem, he did not come specifically for the mandala flower, but followed the Japanese to enter, which was purely unintentional. The murderous intent in the wizard's heart gradually faded, and since this was the case, there was still room for relaxation, and the scrivener had saved him more than once.

The scrivener observed the words and knew that the wizard was in a complicated mood, and he might not really play with his life, but there was one thing that could not be bypassed no matter what, and he killed the chief. In any case, it is impossible to go back to the old days with the indigenous tribes. He stood up to take his leave, his eyes staring at the wizard's expression without blinking.

The wizard has a complicated expression, and he really can't let go of some things.

The scrivener assured the wizard that he would not mention it to anyone, and that he would soon forget it over time and never set foot on it again.

"Alas......" the wizard sighed softly, looking away from the matter. After a long psychological struggle, this decision was finally made. He also knew that he couldn't stop the other party no matter what.

The scrivener and Polgar lifted their equipment and strode towards the west, without saying goodbye, or even looking back, this encounter between the two sides was actually a mistake, and leaving decisively was the best choice.

The flood waters have long since receded, and the wild mountains have returned to their original appearance. After the flood, the weeds grew a lot, and people walked in like a small fish shuttling through the boundless aquatic weeds. The two of them walked out for ten miles in one breath, and when they looked back, of course they would not see the shadow of the wizard. I don't think it's safe, this is still the territory of the indigenous tribe, and the farther away the better.

After walking for seven or eight miles, the two of them were so tired that they could not get up on the ground again, and they had reached the limit of their physical fitness. As evening approached, we spent the night resting in the open field. Polgar was on guard all night, and slept in the scrivener until noon the next day, and if he hadn't been woken up by urine, he would probably have been able to sleep until night. After a brief lunch, I continued to hurry, this time much more calmly, and talked about the experience of the time while walking, starting from entering the underground river until the python ate the two-headed snake.

Polgar's resolute face was full of emotion, and the experience of the scrivener was so bizarre that it was almost like a legend.