Under the ancient tree of war, next to the well of the sun.

The War Tree has not continued to draw water from the Sun Well, which has now returned to a small half-level.

Lua had already sent all the nearby elves away. But it wasn't her own intention, but Asa had told her to do it, and she was now watching in bewilderment as Asa pulled a small pocket out of her bosom.

A firefly was flying above the two of them, emitting a light that made it clear that it was just a cloth pocket, and that it was a very rough cloth. But judging from the soft and swaying shape of this pocket, it seems to be filled with water. If you look closely, you can also see that there are countless tiny magic runes shining on this small bag of rags that seems to be picked up on the side of the road.

Asa spread out the fluffy little pocket in his hand, sighed, and said, "That's what I'm here to do in the Whispering Forest. There is not enough water in the sunwell inside, and it can last two or three weeks at most, and then the thing will run dry, and then it will be fun. So I've got to come here and fill this pocket first. ”

"Sunwell water?" Lua asked, looking at the shocked one. "When did you pick it up here?"

"Not me. It seems that the old man brought it out of the Diya Valley, and I heard that it is still a five-hundred-year-old antique, and I am afraid that it will be invalid at any time. ”

"What's inside?" asked Lua. She saw a small bump in her pocket, which seemed to contain not only water, but something else soaked in the water of the sunwell.

"It's a big headache, you stand farther away. Asa shook her head helplessly, motioned for Lua to get out of the way, and then crouched down by the sunwell. Untie the rope tied to the mouth of the bag. "It just so happens that the woman with a problem with her mind is not here, otherwise she would have to be entangled......"

Not far beyond the Whispering Forest, in a forest, the Templar's magical eyes above their heads were looking in the direction of the Whispering Forest.

The Tamic Knight still stood beside him like a statue, and next to him was another Templar. Talis and Abin stood behind them.

There was no sign of Abin being arrested or tied up. On the contrary, he was now standing up straight, and his face seemed to be full of fierceness and seriousness, exactly like a warrior in full gear. Instead, Talis was full of anxiety and confusion.

The magician had disappeared just now. Now the man was with the Leaf of the World Tree Sunwell...... "The magical eyes above the Templar's head have condensed into a small ball, emitting a hazy white light like a small ball of holy light, and the pupil in the middle of the eyeball has grown to the limit.

"Well, something seems to have appeared out of nowhere...... Templar was slightly stunned, the magic eye above his head shrank again, and the pupil in the middle swelled again, almost breaking through the shackles of his eyeballs and rising directly into the air. "That's ......" As if something strange about this sudden appearance, the Templar not only pushed his magical eyes to the limit, but even his own eyes couldn't help but open their heads in an effort. Look in the direction of the forest.

But as soon as he saw it like this, his body shook suddenly, and a mouthful of blood had spurted out. There was a soft thud. The white magic eyeball above his head shattered and dissipated. The Templar collapsed to the ground, his hands and feet twitching. The expression and face are ugly, as if a person who originally wanted to eat a bite of food was suddenly forced into ten catties of stool, not only couldn't stand it, but it seemed that the whole person was about to burst.

No one cared what was going on with him, and almost as soon as the Templars discovered it, all eyes were on the Whispering Forest, and even Talis, who had been a little absent-minded, looked at him in amazement as if she had been stabbed. Almost instinctively from a creature, they all felt something terrifying pop up from there.

It was already night. There was not a trace of starlight or moonlight in the sky, and it was impossible to see the five fingers at all, but at that moment, everyone who looked in the direction of the Whispering Forest felt that they saw it. I saw a lot of darkness.

Even the darkness of the night can not disguise and blur this blackness, this is the real black, there is no vitality and light that can occur in the darkness of the ground, even the pitch-black night seems to be swallowed by it. The original chirping of insects and birds around it disappeared immediately, black and quiet, like a legendary dark hell.

But it was only for a short moment, and the black just exploded like this, and then it collapsed at a very fast speed, and finally dissipated completely. It's so fast that you suspect it's just a hallucination. Soon, the night returned to its normal calm, and the sounds of insects around it slowly began again, and there was even some noise in the center of the Whispering Forest in the distance.

"What's going on? What the hell was that? Talis looked into the depths of the forest in horror. Abin and the other Templar had just recovered from their suspicions, and the Templar who had wielded the Magic Vision was still lying on the ground and convulsing.

The Tammik Knight still had a wooden face, but the light in his eyes flashed when he looked at the Whispering Forest, like a clay wood sculpture with a pair of eyes of a devouring beast.

Lua was already sitting on the ground. Horrified as Asa was there tying a rope to his pocket, which was now filled with water from the sunwell. The rope that Asa used to seal his pocket was also full of extremely subtle magical runes.

The fireflies that were still flying above the heads of the two of them just now had fallen to the ground and died. Not only that, but apart from the sun well, the grass on the ground and a thick root extending from the ancient tree of war had completely withered. The moment you let go of your pocket, the breath that gushes out is silent and disappears, and it is like an illusion, but as long as you are a living being, you can feel the feeling contained in this breath.

Although Asa had sealed and fastened his pockets with great speed, the entire Whispering Forest had also been alarmed, not only the elves waking up from their dreams and walking around asking what had just happened, but also the neighing of unicorns. It's like the noise of a daytime battle.

"Let the Deadwood Guards go back. It seems that this thing really contradicts the power of the sunwell. Asa tucked his swollen pockets back into his waist and said to Lua with a frown. There was a low vibration on the ground, and even the deadwood guards automatically gathered towards it.

Lua walked over and put her hand into the sunwell and instructed the deadwood guard to walk back into the forest, only to find that the well water had dropped a lot, and the small pocket actually contained quite a lot of well water.

"What the hell is that? I feel that this is a very pure wave of darkness, somewhat similar to the smell of the dark servant who broke into the Whispering Forest before, but much more intense and pure. Lua asked, looking at Assa, the surprise in her heart now beyond measure. "How dare you take this with you?"

Asa sighed and said, "Didn't I say it, it's a headache, a troublesome thing, and something you don't dare to throw away casually." He paused, then smiled wryly. "In this way, it seems to be the same kind as the leaves of your World Tree. ”