The sharp spikes of the vines sank deep into the flesh, and Rodrith was covered in blood, and the mixture of blood and sweat looked particularly terrifying. He numbly watched as more and more branches grew in front of him, but there was a trace of unwillingness in his eyes.

"Am I really going to die here...... "The magician thought desperately, feeling the life in his body slowly slipping away.

Rodlis slowly closed his eyes, a deep sense of irony in his heart. "I knew that I would have listened to Miss Rosie, and if I ran to this kind of ghost place, now I can't escape it!"

For some reason, the vines didn't wrap around the young wolf's body, and the little guy was still trying to bite at the vines on Rodlis's body. The orb of light above the magician's head darkened, and everything around him returned to darkness, and the strange noises ceased.

Rodrith had given up struggling, as if the pain in his body had nothing to do with him, and he recalled in his mind the morning when he and the three of them had just left Vero.

The soft morning breeze gently brushed the young face, and the magic apprentice was talking bad things about Evan to Loras. At that time, he needed to use his hands to condense magic to release the lowest level of fireball magic, but now he is an upright magician, and his impulsive personality is much calmer.

While on a mission at the Graveyard, he witnessed a frenzied film, a dying Loras lying on the slope behind him, Ellie's hysterical screams, and the astonishing glimpse of the mysterious silver pupils.

Curry's night market is bustling and lonely, and it is in that silence that they meet a dejected Merlin. Merlin's cloudy eyes still seemed to reveal a glimmer of hope.

"Film, when you come back, maybe I'll be an official magician!" these were the words that Rodlis said when he said goodbye to Film, and they echoed in his mind over and over again at the moment. The magician remembered the wasted time in the past, and tears of remorse slipped quietly from the corners of his eyes.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and Rodrith forgot that he was in a vortex of death, and he watched blankly as the slender vines enveloped his entire body, blood staining the dry ground. However, his heart did not fluctuate in the slightest, and if he continued like this, the magician would soon die here from excessive bleeding.

The wolf cub seemed to be aware of Rodrith's situation, and his hair stood on end and let out a high-pitched, piercing howl.

"Nice to meet you, little one......" Rodrith heard the voice and barely opened his eyes. In a haze, he tried to reach out and touch the young wolf's body, but the vines wrapped their hands around him and couldn't move any longer.

After a while, the young wolf's movements also became sluggish, apparently exhausted. Rodrith had fallen into a coma, lying on the ground as if he were dead.

These terrifying vines turned out to be a strange creature - a tree spirit.

Dryads are ordinary trees that have been mutated and formed into living organisms, which inhabit primeval forests with a history of tens of thousands of years. Dryants are generally not self-aware, and will instinctively entangle them to death when other creatures pass by.

The life force in a living organism is its main source of nourishment, and strictly speaking, the dryad is not considered a type of beast, as it can only move within a fixed range and can only be active for a few hours after midnight.

Rodrith was now dying, and the dryad revealed its full body, ready to begin enjoying the meal that had been delivered to him.

However, the dryad seems to have forgotten the existence of the young wolf, perhaps because the little one's strength is so weak that it does not take the young wind demon wolf into account at all.

The dryad writhed its large, thick body, its cracked bark crisscrossed and crisscrossed, two dark green eyes embedded in the dark brown trunk, and its mouth resembled a scar from a single piece of bark.

If Rodrith had seen the appearance of the dryad at this moment, he would probably have fainted with fright. The vines of the Dryant spread out all over the place, covering the entire path in an instant, and the disgusting mouth was inch by inch closer to where the magician had fallen.

Realizing that Rodrith was about to be devoured by the dryads, the wolf cub roared wildly in the darkness, only to be overwhelmed by the howling cold wind in an instant.

The Wind Demon Wolf is a high-level fierce beast, and the low-level tree spirit is naturally powerless in front of it, but the one next to Rodlis has only been born for less than a day.

The young wolf apparently has a very affectionate feeling for the magician, and instead of running away, he decides to stay by Rodlis's side, even though the little one's combat power is now almost zero.

The dryad seemed to be dissatisfied with the young wolf's noise, and in the darkness two slender vines rushed towards the little one's legs, and the young wolf let out a painful howl.

In his coma, Rodrith faintly heard the wolf cub's cry, and he tried to open his eyes, but the magician had no strength at the moment. He felt that the magic power that was originally abundant in his body was now like a dry river, and even the lowest flames could not be released.

After a while, the wolf cub's cry grew weaker and weaker, and its soft gray fur was stained with scarlet blood.

"Alas......" Rodrith let out a lament with the last of his strength, and then lost consciousness.

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Under the light of the ball of light, Rodlis moved forward cautiously, and he always felt a little uneasy in his heart. Because there is not the slightest breath of life in the forest of Nuoda, only the mottled shadows of the trees swaying in the wind in the moonlight.

However, after a few seconds, the magician seemed to realize something, and exclaimed, "What's going on?!"

Rodrith vividly remembered that this had happened when he had just entered this mysterious forest!

The magician clutched his head in pain and crouched down. "What about the little one?" Rodrith looked up suddenly, his face full of doubt.

The more the magician thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he felt that he couldn't tell whether he was in a dream or reality at this time.

"And those moving branches, how come they are all back to their original state now?" Rodrith walked to the side of the road, reached out and touched the dry branches, but there was no response.

The magician was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect the situation to develop like this, he was already ready to face death, but who knew that everything went back to the scene a few hours ago.

Rodlis looked down at his hands blankly, shuddered at the thought of the pain of being entangled in the vines of the dryads. "What the hell do you have to do to get out of this damn forest!" Rodrith clenched his fists and slammed them into the ground.

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"Huh?!" Just as Rodrith was in shock, he saw a figure rush out of the bushes and rush straight into his arms.

The magician looked at it, and it turned out to be the Wind Demon Wolf that had appeared before!, "You little guy, why did you appear again——?" Rodlis's tone was surprised and delighted, he couldn't figure out how the young wolf had come to his side again at this time.

"Could it be ......" The magician felt a suffocating fear, and a sense of foreboding suddenly came over him.