The frail Aldrich Triss and Taringkritinse had been talking cordially for a quarter of an hour, and then they could not resist the drowsiness that came on them, and their eyelids were heavy as if they were filled with lead, and with a tiredness that soaked their bodies and minds, the Virtue Knight said sorry, and fell silently into sleep.

With a sigh, Chrytins summoned the Commander of the Activating Rope to construct a soft bed suspended from the ground floor hall with twelve black ropes, and dragged Master Triss up gently, shaking slightly and swinging rhythmically to help him get a good night's sleep.

With the help of the succession contract to obtain the source of the spell, the tower spirit is full of confidence and regained her energy, shrewdly she mixed a dose of foaming powder in the alchemy workshop, and the elf's doppelganger flapped its dragonfly-like wings, flew to the top of the mage tower, and then threw it down at will.

The golden-red powder particles the size of salmon roe instantly grew in size after hitting the ground, and fist-sized bubbles continued to bloom, pushing away the fine ash and dust on the ground, and then squeezed to the top of the tower and rolled down. Sprinkled a little foaming powder on each layer, and soon swept away the rubbish that had been building up for a century.

Then there is the underground level, the negative three layers will be restored to the original after a little cleaning, but unfortunately the negative energy pool has no source and channel, so it can only be temporarily discarded, and the rune shackles in the prison must be rebuilt, which will cost a lot of money, and Christine does not plan to use the normal channel.

On the second floor, there are scavengers' peat moss, and there are not many traces of the battle between the Terris Knight and the chariot-level abyss monsters, these mutated plants are stronger than in the past, and Taling is ready to turn this level into a 'pasture' for feeding the summoned abyssal species.

As for the negative layer, it is a little tricky, the altar is full of charred bones and dried and sandy flesh contaminated by profane rituals, the roars and resentment of the dead attract wandering ghosts, and the faces of the miserable white figures are hideous and twisted, and their howls of anger cannot change reality.

Chritins watched calmly as the souls of the dead weakened, shattered, and finally fell silent, with no place for the faithless mine hirelings, and the flames of anger accelerated to burn their spirits until they were finally nothing, leaving nothing behind.

The hustle and bustle of the plane regained its tranquil atmosphere, and the tower spirit sprinkled foaming powder with his hands, forcing the garbage into a corner, and then sent it to the bottom of the mage tower with a floating saucer, and pushed out of the mage tower.

Clapping her hands, Christine returned to Master Triss with satisfaction, lying on his pinna, setting the time of awakening, running at the lowest cost, that is, sleep.

The new spiritual world is projected into dreams, the sunny knighthood of Tris, the celebration of Saturnalia, and Aldrich Triss watches the vaguely faced tenant farmers dancing and singing around the campfire, full of joy and joy.

However, the call of the secret realm in the lake came as scheduled, and he shook his head helplessly, unable to refuse the call of the reindeer king, and left his seat, leaving the knight of Tris, and entering the distant mountains that were gradually becoming clear in the twilight sunset, and arriving at the holiday island from the Whispering Forest.

The four strange trees that each occupied one direction, two of them all glowed with a faint glow, the fallen leaves withered and only the withered branches remained, and the pumpkins with hideous smiling faces hung seemed to be blown by the gentle evening breeze, and shook their heads in greetings to the coming Tris Knight. Another green cypress with verdant leaves, shivering and vibrating and moaning like a wind chime, was a silent invitation.

'Here we go again, I don't know what strange things will await me this time!'

Reaching out and pressing his belt, Aldrich's red stockings reassured him, and without hesitation, he pushed open the arch of the cypress tree and entered the world of ice and snow.

The pumpkin head on the withered tree helplessly showed a sad face, and the tops of the green cypress gently brushed by, like the comfort of an old friend who had been friends for many years.

The red socks are just the appearance, they connect the gradually stable narrow area, and after entering the secret realm of the lake, the holiday island is greatly replenished, and it continues to expand outward.

After Pumpkin Jack leaves, new sprouts grow next to the decaying trees, and the hidden vitality slowly stretches its strengths, causing the forest to gradually recover. However, the monsters that roam the wilderness are attracted by the coexistence of decay and rebirth, and come to settle here, influencing the inhabitants of Oak Town to run a plan to cultivate saplings here, so when Aldrich Triss arrives again, they immediately pin their hopes on him.

It had to be said that this was a good idea, and the Knight of Triss had no resistance to the enthusiasm of the townspeople, so he could only barely push his way through the crowd and walk with difficulty to the synagogue to meet the mayor of the town, Orlov.

"Countless prayers have finally come to you, brave young knight, and be sure to accept the request of an old man. As soon as the Dead Forest walked the Pumpkin King, it was occupied by a large toad the size of a carriage and with golden skin. It could never satisfy its appetite, and not only did it eat many of our crops, but also the young men who went to destroy it, and the weapons in its hands and the leather armor on its body were swallowed by the great toad. ”

The system has been turned on, but no mission has been received, is there a hidden secret, maybe the key plot has not been triggered. ’

After pondering for a moment, Knight Tris nodded, "I will leave immediately and go to the dry forest to investigate the situation, and if everything is true, we will formulate a relevant strategy." ”

"It's great that you're back, we all thought you were leaving with the Pumpking, and you've been wandering the wilderness all this time?

Aldrich smiled strangely, then bowed his head slightly, "That's right, I've been wandering the wilderness, and now I'm finally back." ”

Waving goodbye to the thriving town of Oak, the Knight of Tris once again set out on the dirt path to the dry forest, a rare mix of grey and verdant. If you look at it from a distance, if you put this strange scenery into the painting, people who don't know it will think that it is a beginner's graffiti work.

Aldrich walked into the vine-entangled dead forest and followed the path of his memory to the core, without the disorienting labyrinthine environment of the obstructed environment, and in a few moments he arrived at the ruins of the battlefield where he had fought the Pumpking.

To be precise, he didn't even know how to win, but vaguely felt that he couldn't get rid of the red socks tied to his belt.

The ground is littered with fragments of straw and pumpkin monsters, seemingly preserved by time and not digested by the cycles of nature, and after revisiting the old land, Tris continues to move forward into the depths of the dry forest.

Passing through a strange tree-lined strip like a corridor, he found that the trees and vegetation around him seemed to be crushed and rolled by huge stone balls, neatly like enemas made of mutton.

It must be a big guy with round, thick skin and thick flesh tumbling forward, maybe it was the golden toad. ’

Walking through the dead branches and leaves, the terrain gradually sloping downward, and the knotted roots of the trees passed by the eye from time to time, and the Knight of Tris came to a sudden stop after a zigzag turn.

A bust of gray-white marble appeared in front of him, unlike all the stone sculptures he saw in the real world, as if the activation had given life to awaken creatures, posing as contemplatives, but there he sighed for a long time.

The square pedestal, with only a statue above the waist, resting his right hand on the pedestal, holding his chin on the back of his hand, his lips tightly pursed, hanging down his head full of wisdom and wearing a seaweed crown, staring at the ground with melancholy eyes, as if trying to see the evidence of the change of the seasons in the lines of the dead leaves.

"Traveler from afar, what purpose do you have in approaching the cave where the treasure is hidden? The toad guarding it is not easy to deal with, and in order to achieve victory, you must have the conviction of sacrificing your life, otherwise it will only be in vain!"

Aldrich continued to approach without flinching, and the sound of his feet stepping on the dead branches startled the contemplative statue, and he raised his head and said a word of caution as usual.

"Dear Thinker...... May I call you that?" Triss tested the other party's attitude, whether they were really intelligent and emotional NPCs, rather than scary response puppets.

"Yes, I like the name. Thinker, it's very much in line with what I am, but it's not my final form. ”

Keenly grasping the key, Aldrich looked at the stone sculpture with only the upper body and suddenly had a strange idea.

"Dear thinker, I am a good stonemason besides a wanderer, and if I had a chisel and a hammer, I might be able to shape your whole body. ”

The living stone sculpture was overjoyed, and it straightened up and looked down at the Tris Knight: "Great, as long as you can carve out my whole body and give me a reason to be free, I will tell you how to deal with the big toad." ”

The system's reminder came quietly as expected, and the familiar task interface made Aldrich feel at ease, and immediately took it, and then thought: "Dear thinker, wait a minute, I have to leave the dry forest and go to the nearby Oak Town residents to borrow the right tools?"

"Aren't you a stonemason? Why don't you carry the tools with you for carving? Oh, yes, you said you're a wanderer of the wilderness, and you know how to carve some stone. I have to say, it's a promising craft, and I'm quite optimistic about your performance. ”

Triss bowed, he didn't lie, and there was no need to prevaricate the key people with lies, turned away from the tree-lined alley, ran briskly back to Oak Town, consulted with the familiar mayor to borrow a set of stone-carving tools, and then stepped into the dry forest again in high spirits.

"The big toad is not disturbed, it is sleeping and digesting the food swallowed in the stomach, and you can use the art of stone carving to your heart's content without being afraid to wake it up. The statue of the Thinker looked at Aldrich, holding a chisel and a hammer, and looked forward to what he was going to do.

When the chisel in Tris's left hand pressed against the marble base, the hammer struck gently, and a piece of rubble with a smooth section flew away.

"No, I'll have to try a few more times, I haven't used this craft for a long time, and I'm a little rusty. ”

The Thinker nodded approvingly, pleased with Aldrich's cautious attitude, and he felt that he had found the right person this time.

Controlling the strength and angle was not something that had bothered Tris for a long time, but when he had honed enough proficiency and began to stick to the thinker's eight-pack psoas muscles and cut the parts below the waist, the mature and steady living fossil carving let out an irrepressible muffled hum, full of pain.

Hurriedly stopped, Tris was a little caught off guard by this abnormal situation, "What's wrong? What's going on?"

"It's unfortunate that I now realize that the stone base is also part of my body. A little farther away, I didn't feel much yet, and the rock near my waist was my body, and it hurt me to death just now. ”

"What should I do?

"Of course not, you have to keep carving. Stripping flesh and removing bones, this is the price of gaining self-justification, and I will continue to endure it!"

"Boom!" Aldrich continued to swing the hammer, and the chisel fell to the point where a stone chip leapt away, and the thinker trembled in agony, like a fallen leaf in the wind.

"Go on!"