Faust behaved cautiously—he could not do so, and the enemy he was about to face was a real headache for him.

If his memory is not wrong, this is the kind of monster that captured him before and brought him here. But for some unknown reason, the monster didn't hurt Faust.

At that time, he had just dug the cave where he intended to hide, and before he could hide, he was caught off guard by the tentacles that came out of it.

Faust didn't have much of a sense of battle - he preferred to plan and act rather than improvise - and he was knocked unconscious before he even realized what was going on.

Faust didn't want this time to be the same as before, so he began to prepare for battle early.

But Faust's current state is not good, most of his physical strength and spiritual power have been consumed, and almost only equipment ability is available.

Faust counted the few pieces of equipment on his body, and couldn't help but smile bitterly - the brain power locks the ring, most of them are useless, and the Shapeshifter Gem Brooch, if he masters the supermorphic change, plus its amplification, can also form a considerable combat power, but now......

Then there are the Brain Crystal Ring and Schodermer's dentures, of which the Brain Crystal Ring is not yet fully charged. In this way, only the ability of dentures to manipulate soil is still usable.

The situation was not optimistic, and Faust was pessimistic about the monster's ability to walk through the dirt, believing that the power of Hudmeer's dentures would be greatly diminished.

Either way, he had to deal with the monster - the roof of the cave diagonally above him had begun to shake, and it was clear that something was about to come out.

The old chief was tired. How long has it been? He didn't know, he didn't even know what he wanted to know - how long had he been awake? Or how long had it been since he had been so tired?

Anyway, it's been a while since he's been awake. But he sat there for a while before he gradually remembered some fragmented content.

He remembered that after seeing Faust being swallowed by the erupting tentacles, he reacted quickly and drew his knife in an attempt to rescue Faust.

But the tentacles were tough and slippery, and he slashed through them without even cutting a single one, leaving only deep scars on the outermost tentacles.

The result was not ideal, and the tentacles' defense exceeded the chief's estimate - those finger-thick purple tentacles were even tougher than the rattan that had grown for many years, and combined with the viscous liquid on the surface, the defense was amazing.

A translucent, viscous fluid flowed from the wound on the tentacles, and out of nowhere there was a sharp "squeak" sound, and the slashed ones twitched and tried to retract.

The chief was about to rise up and slash off the tentacles with another sword.

But he couldn't cut it out with this knife - there were so many tentacles that the other tentacles suddenly sped up after these few wounds.

Several of them climbed up the old chief's ankles, and when they pulled hard, the old chief lost his balance in an instant, and one stumbled, almost sitting on the ground.

But the old chief was old after all, so he reacted immediately, his arm was slightly supported on the cave wall, and his feet were forced, and he actually pulled the tentacle back.

Randomly he spread his legs apart, stood firmly on the ground, and with his left hand reached for a dagger from his waist, neatly picking off the tentacles on his ankles.

However, the number of tentacles was far more than these few, and as soon as he bent down to break a few tentacles on his legs, more came from the front, and before he could get up, dozens of them wrapped around his body.

The old chief tried to twist his body, but he couldn't break free, and could only watch as he was pulled into the darkness by his tentacles......

That was the end of his memory, and then there was endless darkness.

When he woke up, he was barely conscious, just barely standing up, holding a weapon in one hand and a wall in the other, and slowly walked along the tunnel.

His head had been aching all the time, and as time went on, the pain did not get better, but intensified.

Up to now, he could even feel his veins jumping, as if they were about to burst at any moment.

It wasn't that long ago that he realized he was moving aimlessly. When he found out, he immediately stopped.

He looked at his surroundings, "Then you don't have to worry about getting lost." ”

The environment he was in was almost the same as that of the others, and it was also a long tunnel, with no forks in the road and no turns.

The chief was much more sensitive to his environment than Annabella, and after he was barely able to think normally, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

Light, air, ...... None of this is right, and most importantly, the smell is not right.

Faust's sense of smell was not keen, and he was not unaware of the smell of earth. But the old chief was different, he could even tell where the dirt came from in the jungle by the smell of it.

And here, the dirt doesn't smell at all.

"Is there already witchcraft here?" muttered the chief. He made inferences within his own insight, but alas, it was wrong.

In the old chief's view, witchcraft was almost omnipotent, and everything he could not explain for the time being could be blamed on witchcraft. This idea can be effective in saving brain power, but similar mistakes often occur at critical moments.

"That means I'm pretty close to the Demon City. After some reasoning, the old chief came to a conclusion.

If Faust had been here, he would have been amused—it was a great irony that the old chieftain had obtained the correct answer by wrong reasoning, and that it was exactly the same as Faust's.

The chief was silent for a long time, and then suddenly raised his head, "Is this the will of the ancestors?

"I've lost to it once, but this time, I'm going to win it back!"

The old chief's head was raised proudly, and his white tousled hair made him look like an aging lion.

It was all so coincidental that the chief was silent, the journey was not going well, and on several occasions the chief thought that he was doomed to fail again.

But with luck or hard work, he finally returned to this magic city again.

When he was attacked by tentacles, he thought he was dead, but he survived.

Unlike Faust, he doesn't care why the tentacles let him live, or what the tentacles do.

He's a warrior who just wants to fight again and defeat his former enemies – hunger, fear, and madness.

Now, he was given a chance, which made it difficult for him to control himself, he thanked his ancestors for their protection, and suspected that it was an invitation from his comrades.

"It doesn't matter one way or another. The old chief took his sword up, "This is my sin, and now I have come back to atone for it." ”