The sound of "Knock, Knock, Knock" still echoed in the hole, maintaining a single rhythm and a specific frequency, which reminded Raven of the metronome used by the musicians to adjust their tempo. But in such an environment, no one would put a metronome so loud, so what is the source of this sound?

The clods of dirt kicked off at the feet of the "click" and rolled down the slope with a series of small sounds. The sorcerer frowned and looked at the road beneath his feet, the tunnel ahead of him that was different from the previous gentle slope, extending downward at an angle of nearly ninety degrees. Although there was no shortage of footholds on the downward path due to the roughness of the digging, the Raven decided not to go any further after thinking about it for a while.

The problem wasn't how to get in, and once he left such a hidden danger in his back road, the wizard couldn't walk on the steep slopes like Kalus. And such a narrow tunnel also makes it impossible to turn into a crow to move, if there is no danger in the depths of the cave, it is fine, in case there is something that cannot be solved quickly, it is simply looking for death.

"So I said, I hate underground. Glancing helplessly at the darkness ahead, the crow turned and walked towards the exit. But as soon as he turned around, his body fell forward violently, and if it hadn't been for the staff in his hand to support it in time, I'm afraid the wizard would have been lying on the ground by now.

"What is it?" the sorcerer could feel some slender object entangled in his ankle, the sticky, wet touch that made him shudder. In this case, it was too late to use the spell, and a bright light flashed in the eyes of the cursed crow, and his staff suddenly sank into the ground about a third of the way into a solid fulcrum, and the wizard relied on this fulcrum, using his arm to exert force, and finally pulled out the entangled ankle.

"What the hell. The escaped wizard rolled forward twice as he drew his staff, distancing himself from what he was holding. The other party didn't seem to catch up, and the cursed crow had time to regroup. The red glow from the eyes of the ravens on his staff was more than twice as strong as before, and unlike the light of sunlight or fire, it would not attract the attention of living beings unless they happened to look directly at the light source.

Relying on a clearer light, the wizard finally saw what was wrapped around his ankle. He gasped, because under the slope where he was standing before, several tentacle-like soft bodies were swinging out of the ground, but they were not tentacles, and the top of each soft body was a sharp round mouthpiece. Cursed Ravens know them, a worm that is good at digging into the ground, but in general, these creatures operate very deep underground, and those sharp teeth are tools that have evolved to travel between hard rock and metal.

After receiving the enemy's information, the cursed crow's heartbeat slowed down slightly, and he sneered with some disdain, "It seems that this witch has a bit of bad taste." But then, a drop of water landed on his shoulder.

This was the command given to his body by the wizard's experienced experience, and the moment the water drops fell, the whole crow retreated backwards for nearly ten steps before stopping. As he pulled away, he saw the worm hanging from the roof of the cave, coiling in mid-air like a snake, the droplet of water that had just been left from its spiral-shaped jagged mouth.

Something's wrong. If the worm at the beginning was an accident, then this second attack is not like an accident. The sorcerer's gaze searched, and he was shocked to find that there were many thumb-sized holes in the darkness that he had missed before, and now, with their body temperature and breathing, the carnivorous monsters lurking in them were slowly leaning out, sensing the situation in the tunnel with their heads that had no sight or hearing.

The originally quiet tunnel gradually became lively, and countless worms of various thicknesses broke through the earth from all sides of the tunnel, and the sound of them wringing the earth was like the pulse of some kind of giant beast, giving people the illusion of falling into the mouth of a giant snake. Surrounded? Without looking back, the sorcerer knew his predicament. There were at least fifty paces to go from the exit from the surface, enough for the worms to swarm up and eat them all.

If it were someone else, I would probably have been frightened by this horrific scene. Even cheese could not remain calm in the face of such a dense mass of worms, each of which could break stones and break gold. But the curse crow can, not because he is experienced, but he knows that today is not his own time of death.

"You want my flesh and blood, don't you? The wizard's eyes were filled with magic and his tone was flat, of course he knew that the worms could not understand human speech, but he also believed that the people who controlled the worms to ambush him here must understand.

"Then you have to take it, the blood of the gray robe is not something you despicable things can easily taste!" said the crow, raising his left hand, his little finger had obvious edema, and a large amount of blood poured into it unnaturally, causing red spots that could be seen from the outside after the blood vessel rupture.

Worms really couldn't understand human speech, so they didn't hesitate at all and rushed towards the humans in the cave. They didn't care if the man was a wizard or anything, only fresh flesh and blood could satisfy their hungry bodies. But, why, this blood, is not the same?

Left hand, clenched, little finger, explode. Blood and minced flesh scattered out at a rapid pace, splattering unevenly into the surrounding soil. The exploding tissues smelled of blood, and for the worms without vision, these things instantly became more tempting targets than the crows themselves. But when they do eat every bit of it, the deadly toxin infects them, killing the worms they eat, and transforming their bodies into equally tempting and poisonous traps.

The horrific scene of cannibalism plays out in the tunnels, where the worms, misled by the taste of food, desperately nibble on their own kind that have become poisonous bait. As for the wizard who should have been eaten, he still stood in place, unhurriedly bandaging the wound on his left hand with a piece of cloth. The price of a finger is not a big deal, but for a cursed crow who has always cherished his body, it is undoubtedly enough to anger him. The sorcerer's lips still had a smile on his lips, but it was still chilling, even in the hellish scene of the moment.

"Kuira, yes, I remember you. ”