The sound of jolting and the grinding of leaves woke Faust from his slumber.

Faust's first feeling when he woke up was a burning pain in his face. He quickly reintegrated his fragmented consciousness.

Having lost consciousness twice in a row in a short period of time, it seems that he has mastered a little trick of waking up quickly, he thought.

I wasn't in a very good state, I had a headache, dizziness, and a little palpitations, and I felt nausea in my stomach for a while, and I was afraid that I was a little concussive now because of the attack I received before I passed out. The monster's strength was very strong, and the use of power was also very clever - he was slapped into a concussion, but he didn't even loosen the root of his tooth.

Faust tried to manifest his abilities, but the symptoms of a concussion prevented him from focusing on his heart.

After finding that finding a solution from within fails, Faust decides to seek help from the outside world, and he opens his eyes to the oncoming earth.

Before Faust could get frightened, a huge force suddenly came from his back, lifting him upward.

Faust was just beginning to get scared, and he struggled violently. But the imaginary scene of his teeth and claws, and his long-tailed wail did not come to fruition – or rather, only the wailing came out.

Faust found himself tied up like a cocoon, being carried from branch to branch of a tree, and his writhing did nothing but make him more like a worm.

The monster above seemed to notice that Faust had woken up, and Faust could feel that the force in his hand was tighter, and the corresponding rope was tighter, and it became a little harder to breathe, but other than that, the monster didn't say anything more.

Having learned his previous lesson, he wasn't going to communicate with the monster - he was afraid of another slap in the face on the other side of his face.

Faust thought for a moment, and with the current perspective, the monster might have preferred to let his head walk through the dense foliage a few times.

But people always have to try to give themselves some advantages, or offset some disadvantages.

Faust tried to tilt his head, wanting to see as much as he could. He first turned his face to the side of the monster.

The monster's body proportions are not the same as that of humans, whose hands tend to drop to the hips, but this monster's arms seem to be shorter than humans, barely down to the waist.

Faust turned his head and looked at the monster's crotch.

In Faust's view, the scene was a bit awkward at one point.

However, he quickly overcame his petty emotions and observed the monster more carefully, hoping to recognize the type of monster, so that it would be easier to do what he liked, and at least, he could know what kind of ending he might have.

He lowered his head a little first, and what caught his eye was a pair of stout strange legs, the inner thighs of this monster were milky white, and the outward transition smoothly into gray and green stripes, the legs were a little looped, the legs were slightly open like the outside, and the jump was not like a human stepping back and forth, but both feet were stepping on the branches at the same time.

Further down were a pair of large feet, not thicker than a human one, but much larger, almost the size of the soles of three or four human feet, more than half of which were four long toes with webbed toes.

Then the problem is very clear, combined with the outline I saw when I came out of the aurora barrier, this is most likely some kind of half-human, half-frog humanoid, which has nothing like it in the original world.

Faust thought to himself, and it was up to him to name these ugly savage monsters—let's call them Toad People.

Faust didn't get any immediate information from the biological classification of monsters.

Then it is only possible to observe how civilized they are. From Faust's point of view, there are really not many creations of civilization that can be seen, nothing more than the clothes and weapons of monsters.

The monster was dressed simply, wearing only a cloth apron around its waist, just above the knee, the fabric Faust did not recognize, but the texture was similar to linen, and it was also spun from some kind of plant fiber.

The fabrics are painted with abstract patterns, which are not of high taste as decorative patterns, but their neat arrangement seems to suggest that this is a kind of patterned text.

The black pigment used to frame the text is inconspicuous and does not contrast well enough with the tan cloth, and I am afraid that simple vegetable dyes are used instead of the brighter and more expensive mineral dyes.

However, the cloth is not coarse, on the contrary, the stitches are fine, and the edges are very neat.

The belt that held the apron in place looked even more elaborate, as if it was made of some kind of reptilian leather, and was embellished with large rubies.

The edge of the belt is inlaid with silver wires, and in the middle of the waist and abdomen is a large gold belt buckle, which seems to be the head of a crocodile with a large open mouth, and the teeth in the mouth are all fine diamonds, and the crocodile's exposed eye is a dark green opal.

On the left side of the belt hangs a weapon, the handle visible only from Faust's angle.

The style of this handle is very different from that of the belt, there is no frills, just a simple wooden handle, made to be comfortable and suitable for gripping, and it should be mounted on some kind of cleaved weapon, with only a small metal ball at the end of the handle as a counterweight.

Faust sorted out the information he had gotten and carefully considered every thought.

There are leather skirts that show that this is a civilized race, and they have the idea of shame.

Moreover, if the pattern on the leather skirt is an artistic text, then their degree of civilization is probably not low.

However, if they were already quite civilized, then the dyes used in the clothes were quite cold - even the dye used by the primitive people who lived in the caves to paint their murals was more advanced than theirs.

Well, I am afraid that because of the lack of supplies, there may not be suitable fossil fuels in the local area.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that they did not use better dyes for religious or customary reasons, and if so, their civilization must have admired nature and simplicity.

However, the probability of this situation is not high, the belt deeply betrays their nation, although this extravagant belt is useless in art, but the luxurious materials make it extraordinary.

So, most of them just don't have a better dye.

Faust was slightly disappointed by this, not because he had any opinion about Toad Society, but simply because he had not been able to get any useful information.

Still, at least I still have the value of being captured, Faust thought optimistically.

Maybe the toads want to pry out of their mouths about the explosion during teleportation, or maybe they want to sacrifice themselves as cattle to worship some kind of ghost, in short, they still have time and can wait for the next opportunity.

Faust had smoothed out his train of thought and made a plan—the so-called plan was that "there must be a way before the car reaches the mountain"—and everything was ready, and now Faust was contented to wait for the next opportunity, either to negotiate or to escape, and nothing more than both.

On the other side, our beloved Highness Riorik was also tied, but the prince's poor health earned him a little better treatment—he was only bound hand and foot, and carried on the ground by a tall toad man.

Behind the toad man was six or seven guards tied in a string, and around the guards were vigilant toad warriors, and at the end of the line there were two toad men, pushing a cart with a portable altar.

The large army did not follow the eaves of the branches, but marched normally through the woods, leaving only shallow, faint footprints on the soft humus of the toad people's broad feet, but the wheelbarrow carved deep rut marks on the ground.

It seems that they took Faust, who had come forward to try to communicate, as the leader of the group, or at least an important person to transport alone, and the rest of the captives and finances had to be trudged through the jungle one foot at a time.

Luckily, the Toad People are familiar with the landscape and don't have to worry about getting bogged down.

Prince Leorik was still in a semi-conscious state, his shattered consciousness flooding with memories like dregs.

"Remember, Your Highness the Prince, as I said before, our luck wasn't very good. There will be random emotional areas around the spirit world that have strong emotional tendencies—like this one we are trapped in. Faust smiled wryly.

"I don't know if this is a disturbance caused by the Divine Beacon or if it's just a natural phenomenon in the spirit world, but in short, the goal of our mission is contained in this newly generated realm of fear, which is why the altar has projected us here. ”

Prince Leorik asked, "Is it as dangerous as you say?" The implication is naturally to question Faust's judgment.

On the surface, he didn't see how Faust felt about this, he just shrugged his shoulders, "Your Royal Highness, there's nothing wrong with being careful, but as you said, there's no physical danger. ”

Leorik had a great sense of comprehension in the realm of professionals, and he easily understood the meaning of Faust's words, "Do you say...... Does the danger come from within?"

The prince could not help but become serious, he was not afraid of ferocious monsters and harsh environments, and in his training at the temple, he was very good at dealing with these situations. But the crisis of the mind was another matter, and he only barely passed the project.

Faust bowed deeply, "Your Royal Highness, I admire your wisdom......"

Faust was halfway through his words, and his face suddenly changed, and he spoke as fast as a cannon, "...... As long as you follow your heart, you will find the beacon, I wish you success in your mission, and may the light of God be with you forever. ”

Before the words fell, Faust's image quickly faded.

The prince's dream was interrupted by a shout, and he struggled to lift his eyelids, only to see Faust screaming at a large tree with his teeth and claws, only to be dragged into the depths of the grove by the vines sticking out of the tree without resistance.

Immediately, darkness fell again, and the prince entered the dream again.