I couldn't help but feel pity and sympathy for these gnomes at the slaughter of the Demon Tower, but their howls made me hate them even more, they wanted to kill me and the Bighorn Worms, at least for now, they just wanted to kill me.

I don't bother to care what kind of creatures they are, I just want to know how the bighorn worms managed to escape from this group of human-like creatures.

I couldn't see the bighorn worm, so he shouted a word, and there was no more sound, and the wall of gnomes blocked my view, and I couldn't move my neck, except for the noisy shouting, and the occasional laughter.

After a long time, I heard a few "poofs" in the crowd of gnomes, and with the sound of that sound, several dwarfs flew up from the ground, drawing a beautiful arc in the sky, and they flew into the sky, like juggling, but unfortunately with them, there were also heads that had been separated from the body and red blood in the sky.

The blood stained the black sky, and the dwarf crowd finally became restless, rushing in the direction of the bighorn worm like a flood, and the "hiss" sound was louder, I don't know what means the bighorn worm used to kill those gnomes, but I can be sure that the bighorn worm must have experienced something, otherwise it would never have such incredible power.

I don't know if I was worried about myself or the big hornworms, but the hanging heart suddenly stuck in my throat, and my hands were pulled out of the cracked soil because of excitement, and I realized that the swamp around me had completely turned into dark green dry soil.

The dry soil was brittle, and if I pry it slightly, a large expanse of green soil would fall downward, and there was a hole at my feet, probably used by the gnomes to hide, and there they would stealthily grab my feet and pull them down.

The solidified swamp soil fell into the hollow under my feet as I writhed and writhed, and in a moment the lower half of my body was freed from its immobilization, and now I was like wearing a shackle made of dry soil, hanging almost in the air below my chest, and holding the dry green earth above my chest.

The fight on the opposite side was very cruel, from time to time blood gushed out, the method of killing the bighorn insect was very unique, almost from the skull, the crowd blocked my view, I couldn't see how he made a move, but all the dwarfs had their heads cut off, and the blood gushing out came from their cavities.

I didn't dare to shout, nor did I dare to act excessively, less than five meters in front of me was a dozen dwarfs who could not rush in, I was afraid that I would have any abnormal moves, they would give me a siege to save Zhao, first kill me, and then go to drive away the big horned worm, now the big horned worm is like a grim reaper with a sickle in the harvest of everything, and I am like a lamb to the slaughter, I can only use my hands to pick the cracked ground next to me, while quietly burying my head deeper, for fear of being discovered by others.

The pungent earthy smell had long been covered by the fishy sweetness of blood, and this sweet smell was familiar to me, it was the strange fragrance from the blood river around the Demon Eye, and it was indeed the blood of these dwarfs flowing in that river.

The soil around me was thinner and thinner by me, and I was able to get out of the ground immediately, and the battle of the bighorn worm was almost coming to an end, the dwarf died less and less, and in the end there were only seven or eight left, from the beginning of the battle, they were afraid of the bighorn worm, and they were still afraid at this time, but it was as if they had to block the bighorn worm, I could only see the face of the bighorn worm above the nose, because the thick corpse on the ground blocked my view, his brow was furrowed, and his eyes were gray colors, It's not the black and white eyeballs that normal humans should have, his hair doesn't know when it turned white, even his eyebrows turned white, and this gray was still sandwiched in gray, which didn't look so white, like polluted clouds.

Eventually, my body was freed from the dirt, and the bighorn worm grabbed the neck of the last dwarf and kept coming in my direction.

I pried open the last layer of soil, and the whole layer of soil collapsed downwards with a hula, but fortunately I had been prepared, just when the soil layer collapsed, I kicked under my feet, and my body jumped out of the pit, rolled on the spot, and finally emerged from the mire.

It's nice to be able to move freely, and now it feels like Sun Wukong has been released from the foot of Wuzhi Mountain.

I originally wanted to rush to the bighorn worm, but when I saw his indifferent eyes, I suddenly felt a little scared, this fear came from the heart, it was not fear at all, it was pure fear, there was no emotion in his eyes, only one word was written: "Death." ”

No one could survive in front of him—I thought, and as I slowly retreated, I began to fear the bighorn worm coming at me.

The bighorn worm walked a few steps, and when he was four or five meters away from me, he stopped, his hand still holding the dwarf's neck, and he looked at me so coldly, and I looked at him, and there was no expression on his face, but I seemed to see the bighorn worm laughing, but his face clearly didn't move.

Listening to the "click", the dwarf was on the hand of the bighorn worm, and his neck was broken, and then the bighorn worm was thrown into the distance like a tattered.

I swallowed and asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

The bighorn worm didn't speak, just looked at me coldly, and I was horrified and cold, and this feeling was even more terrifying than falling into a swampy area.

After a long time, he finally blinked, threw the compass in his hand at my feet, and raised his chin at me, and at that moment his face regained a hint of ruddy, but only for a moment it turned iron blue again.

I bent down to pick up the compass on the ground, and looked at the face of the bighorn worm, there were countless breathing huigen on his face, he really grew gills like a fish, gray and gray hair fluttering in the wind, I distinctly remember that when he left me, it was short hair, and now it has long hair, almost up to the shoulder.

I couldn't help but shudder in my heart again.

The bighorn looked at me blankly for a moment, then turned and walked off into the distance, as he had done the first time he had left, without saying a word.

I was also stunned, what the hell was wrong with him: "Big horned worm! I shouted, the voice so familiar to me, his body paused, trembled, and his steps paused for a second, just a second.

A second later, he was back to normal, striding and quickly disappearing from my vision, leaving me with only a gloomy back.

My mind was full of question marks, what was wrong with him, why did he come back, why did he give me this compass? Even if I were given such a thing, I wouldn't use it, and I wouldn't have to leave without saying a word!

I was a little unwilling, and a little worried about the bighorn worm, and suddenly a desire surged in my heart, I want to find the bighorn worm, I want to take him out of here!

Thinking together, I kept chasing the bighorn insect under my feet, and the ground under my feet had turned into dark green dry soil, just like a loess high slope, I chased for a long time, and I didn't find the bighorn worm, so I could only look at the boundless skyline and stop.

Maybe he has something helplessness that can't be said, everyone has helplessness, if he wants to leave, he definitely doesn't want me to find him again, thinking of this, he looked back at the green forest behind him.

The forest is still there, but the bighorn worm is gone.

Ahead, in the direction of the bighorn worm's departure, and behind it is the source of my search for answers.

Looking at the compass in my hand, I decided to explore the forest first, of course, I am ready to fight to the death with the same group of monkeys as the gnomes at any time, and I should be able to deal with them even if I don't know how to use spells.

It's just that the premise is that they are not trapped in the swamp, and the monkey-like creatures seem to have the ability to manipulate the swamp, and maybe they are good at making holes!

Speaking of burrowing, I suddenly remembered the bighorn worm, he seems to be able to burrow, and the speed of burrowing is fast and good, when the group of dwarfs and bighorn worms confronted each other, they were clearly afraid, if it wasn't for the bighorn worms insisting on breaking in, I'm afraid this group of monkeys would not dare to attack the bighorn worms, the kind of attack of the gnomes is not to take the enemy's life, it is completely forced to protect themselves.

What scared this group of gnomes?

The rivers of blood and the white bones in the Devil's Eye are a warning to this group of gnomes, and they are the source of their fear.

The Bighorn Worm never told me how the river of blood was formed, nor how the Bone Beach was formed, and I always guessed to myself that it might have something to do with the Demon Tower, after all, his knife stood there.

Now when I see the bighorn worm slaughtering this group of weird gnomes, I think it's very likely that the bighorn worm did it.

But he clearly didn't belong here, how could he make the gnomes fear him, and how could he create so much blood and bones.

What kind of connection is there?

As I walked closer to the forest, I pondered the strangeness of the bighorn worms.

When I met the dragon tendon, I was blind, at that time it was the bighorn worm who took me away, and he tried to kill me, but I was beaten back, I firmly believe that the beating was enough to kill the bighorn worm several times, but when I regained my sight, he appeared in the yellow desert without any injuries.

Two suspicions popped up in my head: the real bighorn worm had been killed by me, and the weird bighorn worm I saw was actually a person who looked a lot like him.

Or, I killed a dwarf posing as a bighorn worm, and at that time I couldn't see anything with my eyes, and I could only tell everything by hearing, and even if someone was pretending to be him, I wouldn't be able to detect it.

The first suspicion is obviously wrong, after all, even if the weird bighorn worm is fake, he has different feelings for me, and I have a real conversation with the bighorn worm, so it is definitely not the bighorn worm that I killed.

Then it is very likely that I killed a dwarf, or another race similar to a dwarf, how many areas there are in this unknown world, I don't know at all, since there are gnomes, there may be other races.

The bighornworm and I are like invaders coming to Earth from Mars - in the eyes of this group of creatures.

No, the bighorn worm is definitely not an invader, he is most likely an aborigine, otherwise the gnomes have no reason to fear him.

I am the only intruder, a harmless intruder.

The forest did not move anymore, the road under my feet did not become a swamp again, I approached it step by step, like approaching a Pandora's box, I seemed to be getting closer and closer to the truth, but this truth contained too much, it was far beyond the scope of my imagination, in my hand was the compass left by the bighorn worm, I don't even know half of the words on it, what was the meaning of what he left me.

From the hand to my hand, this compass did not have any reaction, I put it flat in my hand, carefully observed, there are countless scales on it, I slowly rotated the compass, while pondering the meaning, at an angle, I suddenly found that the scale was scratched by someone, at first I thought that the scratch of the knife was just a scale, did not pay attention, after a few rotations, I found that it was deliberately cut with a knife, and the knife mark is very new, scratched very deep if you don't look carefully, There is no difference with the scale, only at a certain angle, can you see the new ruthlessness on it, I stroked it with my hand a few times, and determined that it was a knife mark, and then I settled down to put the compass in my pants pocket full of dirt, maybe the bighorn worm wanted to say something to me, but there was some kind of distress, so leave a mark for me?

I don't want to care about the use of the knife marks just yet, because the woods are already dozens of meters away in front of my eyes.