Rumble!!

It was accompanied by a violent tremor.

Zevel's whole person was thrown high and shook into the throat of the big snake, and he was knocked into a lot of meat, and his eyes were full of stars.

Then, it's a crazy experience of lying on the rolling axle, up and down, spinning the world. Endless twigs and rubble from the snake's mouth smashed into Zewell's head, dizzying.

Before his brain could make a judgment on the current situation, the serpent closed its mouth, and the last glimmer of light quickly faded. He descended from the serpent's throat until he hit the ground hard.

In the darkness, the violent tremors finally calmed down.

Stones and leaves fell with a clatter, drowning West Zevel.

At the same time, there was a tide of pessimism that drowned him.

Finished.

He thought.

It's completely over.

It's all over.

I still want to go to the wizard and find out my truth.

Unexpectedly, I was swallowed by a big and surprisingly large snake halfway through.,Compared with this thing.,My disgruntled female official has become cute.。

How big is it that a snake can make such a smooth slide to the end, and how many livestock, even living people, have it eaten in the territory of Aragon, and how many livestock, even living people, have it grown to such a size?

He didn't dare to think about it.

Instinct kept him breathing, and he thought that even if he suffocated to death, it would be better than sucking the slimy gastric and digestive juices of the giant snake into his lungs, which would be too disgusting.

However, after lying on his stomach, Zevier felt that something was wrong.

It's so quiet.

After the giant snake swallowed itself, there was no more vibration, and the ground that his palm touched was unusually dry, surprisingly dry. This confused Zevier.

He held his breath at first, thinking that there must be stomach acid and mucus in the snake's belly.

But after holding it for a while, he couldn't help it. So he took a tentative breath, the environment in the snake's belly was not as terrible as he imagined, on the contrary, the air he breathed was cool and clean, no different from the outside.

This...?

He trembled and stood up, and it was pitch black all around.

And empty.

He walked to the left, walked dozens of steps, and felt the hard belly of the snake, which was almost as hard as a stone, and the surface was still uneven.

After touching the uneven ups and downs for a long time, he broke out in a cold sweat, although his eyes couldn't see, but he could feel the undulating lines, which were clearly a row of ribs, and eye sockets and nostrils and other things.

There were bones embedded in the belly of the serpent.

In the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, Zevier couldn't help but swallow his saliva. Fear grows exponentially under the blessing of darkness. Forget if you fall into the belly of the snake, there are still bones in the belly of the snake, which means that it is not only himself who came in, but also his predecessors, but his predecessors are already dead.

Is it digested?

West Zewell didn't know. He walked to the right, and it took him a hundred steps to reach the other half of the snake's belly. He couldn't help but put his ear against the flesh wall, and didn't hear a sound.

"Ahh

He shouted tentatively.

Echoes hit his eardrums, and it was very empty.

"Frog, Brother Frog?"

He called out the name of the night owl, hoping to get a response from him, "Are you alright?"

It's a pity that no, the night owl is nowhere to be found, and the python that snatched his prey is also nowhere to be found, and it seems that he is the only one left in the dark snake's belly.

Sizewell shuddered, stood in the darkness and thought for a moment, drew the dagger from his waist, and decided that he would leave this terrible place no matter what, even if it was to make a hole in the snake's belly, and he would crawl out of it.

Aggressive!

He chiseled the serpent's belly with a dagger.

I don't know if the giant snake was too big, or if it was insensitive.

Zevel chiseled for a long time, but the snake didn't react at all.

Aggressive!

He gritted his teeth and chiseled harder.

At intervals, he wiped the sweat oozing from the tip of his nose with his hand.

After this small gesture, when he touched the wall again, the small pit he had fortunately dug out was gone.

He hurriedly touched the snake's abdominal wall, but he only touched a few bones, but he didn't touch the hole he had dug out, and the unknown and fear continued to magnify.

However, after the fear reached a certain level, Xi Zewell was surprisingly calm, if the result was a death, then it was better to work to death than to be pessimistic and wait for death.

Thinking about this clearly, Xi Zevel took a deep breath and raised his only dagger, intending to play the spirit of Yugong moving mountains.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do that. ”

At this moment, there was a slight laughter behind him.

Czeville turned sharply, but it was pitch black behind him, and he couldn't see anything.

"Mana Clay is extremely malleable and resilient, and even if you cut it, it will close quickly. ”

Gradually, a pair of dark green dots of light slowly emerged from the darkness, at first the size of a firefly, and then became the thickness of a little finger, flickering in the darkness like ghost fire.

"Unless you kill me, or my magic is gone, the magic will be lifted - fluorescent flying. ”

The man said. A silver light flew out of the darkness, illuminating the pitch-black corridor.

Zevel took a step back sharply, it turned out that the dark green ghost fire was a pair of eyes, the owner of the eyes was a short young man in a green robe, he had black hair, about a head shorter than himself, but the body was muscular, the eyebrows were thick, and there was a vertical scar on the lip, which added a bit of fierceness and mystery to him.

Of course, the most attractive thing is his eyes, which Cizewell has never seen before, they are green like a fire, and in them flickering is exuberant desire, which is an extremely energetic man.

After taking a step back, he immediately took two more steps forward, for the short, green-robed young man was holding a night owl in his hand, which was none other than his frog brother, who was now looking pitifully at Zevel.

"Let him go. ”

West Zevel said hoarsely, although the other party had an unfathomable momentum, but surprisingly he was not afraid. Perhaps because of the light, he felt that there might be room for negotiation.

"What did you just call him?"

The short man raised the night owl in his hand.

"Frogs. Zevier said.

The short, thin, green-robed young man laughed: "Why do you call him a frog, this is obviously an owl." ”

Zevier: "Because he croaks when he speaks." ”

After saying that, Zevier regretted it, did he seem too naïve to talk like this.

Sure enough, the young man tilted his head: "How old are you?"

"Seventeen. ”

Zevier deliberately exaggerated his year old and was determined not to say anything that sounded childish in the future.

"Really?"

The green-robed young man smiled, "At your age, it's kind of interesting to think of drilling out of the hole for the first time." ”

He pointed to a skeleton on the abdominal wall, "There have been many people here, some are scared to pee their pants, some are desperate and wailing, some are praying to God, and some are killing themselves by hitting the wall, but you are not like them." ”

"Ah, I've thought about everything you said. ”

Cizerwell grinned as well.

"Ahahahaha~" The green-robed young man smiled even more happily, but with a smile and a smile, his expression gradually became indifferent, he rolled up his sleeves and grabbed the head of the night owl with one hand and its neck with the other.

"Sorry, the small talk is over. ”

Its arms strained, and the night owl's neck stretched out, struggling frantically.

Sensing the desperation in the night owl's eyes, Cizewell jerked out his dagger and said coldly, "Let it go." ”

The green-robed youth was unmoved.

Zevier took a step forward and snapped, "Let it go!"

"Let it go?" said the green-robed young man with a cold look in his eyes, "That's how you grabbed my pet just now—Zuma!"

A black-green python slowly swam out from behind him, its head held high, hissing and spitting letters, staring at Zevel with hatred and resentment.

Zevier could see that the python's tail had been broken off a small bit, and the scales at the cut had a palm-shaped depression, which he had ripped off, and blood was pouring all over the ground.

"Is this your pet?"

Cizerwell asked calmly.

"That's right," said the green-robed young man lazily, "it's the poor snake, oh yes, it's Zuma, and it's been with me for fifteen years." Look, I love the scales and patterns, but you're almost scratching its tail. ”

As he spoke, he strained his arm, and the night owl's head was twisted into a heart-pounding arc, "A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye." It's my credo, buddy. The young man said coldly.

The night owl's eyes were bloodshot from suffocation, his neck was almost twisted, Zevier's cold sweat ran down the top of his head, his instep was arched, his heart was beating wildly, he gritted his teeth and said, "It's... Took my prey. ”

"If I'm not mistaken, you yourself were frightened and put your prey back, and then Zuma took it. The green-robed young man sneered.

"I apologize!"

Zevel immediately raised his hand and threw away the dagger, for he saw that the night owl was no longer dead, and if he let the young man twist it again, its neck would definitely break.

"I apologize, I'm sorry, I didn't know it was your pet, and if I did, I wouldn't have robbed it of anything. ”

He spoke sincerely, but the young man was unmoved, and only looked at him with cruel and cold eyes.

Seeing that the apology was useless, Zewell's anger came up, and his attention focused on the face of the green-robed young man: "If you kill him, I will make an unbreakable vow that as long as I live for one day, I will kill you, including your pet." ”

With a murderous look on one's face.

The snake had been staring at West Zevel viciously and hatefully, but when he swept away it, it hissed and retracted its head, hiding behind the green-robed youth.

The green-robed young man grinned, a nonchalantly mocking smile. "Just you?"

Then, his arm instantly burst into muscles, and when he used his strength to the maximum, he was about to execute the night owl violently.

Seeing that the separation of his body was imminent, but almost a second before the blood appeared, Xi Zewell's eyes widened, and he stared at the green-robed young man deadly.

Boom!!

The green-robed young man seemed to be concentrated by a pair of invisible giant hammers, he took a small step back, his clothes and hair rolled back several times wildly, as if blown by a strong wind, but in fact there was no trace of wind blowing.

He was slightly stunned, staring at the young man's resolute eyes with wide eyes, and then at the night owl under his hand, his palm was grasping at the night owl's neck, but not really on the night owl's neck, between the palm and the neck, there was an invisible transparent barrier, wrapping the night owl's neck, the barrier was thin, but it was as strong as the strongest piece of iron, preventing him from twisting the poor bird's neck.

"It's kind of interesting..."

The short young man's expression changed uncertainly, and he slowly withdrew his hand.

The night owl who had picked up a life fell to the ground, like a hen in water, flapping its wings in embarrassment, jumping and jumping onto Zevel's shoulder, constantly shaking his neck and coughing tremblingly.

At this moment, Zevier was still staring at the short young man firmly, with a raging battle intent in his eyes, and he didn't care about the night owl's escape.

"Hmph... It's kind of interesting..."

The short young man pulled out a slender black wooden stick that bent like a snake from his bosom and slowly circled around Zevel, his eyes bright and green, and a secret flame burned in them. And Zewell's eyes were firmly locked on him, turning with his footsteps.

On the ground between the two of them, the stone trembled slightly, and cracked silently, splitting into two, two, four, and eight, until it was completely reduced to powder.

The black python hid in a corner in fear, and the night owl stuck its head in its wings.

Suddenly, the green-robed young man stuffed the black wooden stick back into his arms and laughed: "Wait a minute, you just said how old you are?"

He asked again.

"Eighteen. ”

Zevier replied coldly, raising his age by a year again.

"Oh, yes, you haven't studied magic, have you?"

The green-robed young man's expression changed so quickly, where could he still see the previous half of the slaughter.

But Si Zewell didn't dare to let his guard down, he nodded: "Yes, I haven't studied." ”

"Well... Good... Well..."

The short young man said three times in a row, and the flame in his green eyes became even stronger. It's like looking at a rare treasure.

Finally, he stopped turning and stood in front of West Zevel and laughed, "Hey~ What's the matter, isn't it just for dinner, look at us like this." ”

As he spoke, he happily patted Zevier's shoulder: "Okay, don't look at me like that, it's just an owl, you scratched my pet, I scared it, no, it's flat." ”

Si Zewell felt that what it said also made sense, so he took a step back, nodded, and raised his hand: "Okay, we're even, the prey belongs to you, can you let us out now?"

"Hey~ Don't be so outside, it's all here. Sit and go. ”

The short young man showed a smile that made people feel like a spring breeze: "Go, aren't you hungry, let's have a meal together~"