The so-called cave is located just below the hill, between the roots of the fish beams and the wood. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info The Children of the Forest walked ahead with their fingers raised, and the group followed. At Xiaohua's request, Zhao Mai held the flower pot and brought her with him.

The path of the cave was crooked and low, and Addo had to crouch to walk, and if he carried Bran on his back it would wear him down on the roof of the cave. So the paralyzed boy is now on Zhao Mai's back. His eyes widened, trying to look around through the flickering light. It's a place of roots, moss, and cobwebs, and a lingering smell of earth in the air. The combination of moistness and coldness creates a cold that constantly penetrates down from the surface of the skin, and it doesn't look like a serious place at all.

The Children of the Forest were at the forefront, their bark rubbing against the leaves of their hair. The underground passage twisted and turned, and soon his figure was no longer visible. Zhao Mai kept carrying Bran on his back and walked slowly behind the Li De siblings. As long as Bran is around, you can see the three-eyed crow. He had always been vigilant in his heart, for fear that as soon as they separated, the three-eyed crow would disappear in some way.

Following the firelight, after walking for a while, the cave forked. The fork in the road on the left was as black as asphalt, and the fire lit up on the fork on the right, so even Addo knew which way to go. Zhao Mai used his psychic ability as an eye, and went deep into the dark left fork in the road. The deeper and colder it became, the sooner you saw a large amount of ice. There were many black shadows inside the ice, and when you got closer, you could see that they were all frozen people.

I don't know how long they've been in the ice, and they don't look like they're the current Northerners. Everywhere the eye of the psychic power looks, there is such ice, and it is full of frozen people. The distance was too far, Zhao Mai retracted his gaze and continued to follow the torch.

The light and shadow flowed, and it seemed that the walls were also moving. In their eyes, many creatures slowly appeared. Earthworms and centipedes wriggled from the cave walls and above their heads, and they even saw huge white snakes crawling in and out of the ground. Some worms that ate decay and corpses swarmed up and spread over the feet of the people. The bugs are soft and pale, sticky and slippery, with three rings of small sharp teeth.

The teenagers were terrified, and Mera squeezed her brother's hand hard. Addo also saw this scene. "Addo. He whimpered, crouching and barely moving forward. Zhao Mai waved his hand, and a breeze blew, dispelling the illusion in front of him. The so-called white snake is nothing more than white roots, and the insects on the feet are nothing more than slippery moss and small mushrooms.

"Bran, you can learn anything, don't learn the taste of the three-eyed crow. Zhao Mai pursed his lips, adjusted the posture of his shoulders, and said, "Obviously using the Force of Nature, but this place is arranged like a necromancer, how can this attract good apprentices?"

"What is a necromancer?" Bran was eternally curious.

"An evil spellcaster who manipulates corpses, takes human lives, and plays with souls. Zhao Mai replied.

They continued to march deep underground, through fork in the road, through cave after cave. There was a particularly empty cave, which was large enough to support three hundred people for a feast. But now there were only countless stone teeth overhead and a large number of stalagmites on the ground, and the dripping indoor raindrops were striking an annoying music, and the children of the forest holding the flames were constantly urging in front of them.

After more caves and more forks, everyone has been walking in the labyrinthine underground passage for a long time. Ado's stomach rumbled, "Ado," he scratched his head, and pulled out the lamb ham from the cloth bag on his chest. "Ado?" he asked the crowd with the ham, and after breaking a piece for each of them, he ate his share with joy.

The sound of people chewing echoed through the cave, sometimes even echoing. Addo hiccuped, and then the sound of "Duoduoduo......" came from all directions. The boys and girls laughed, and the laughter began to echo, dispelling the gloomy atmosphere of the cave. The Children of the Forest looked back, blinked their slender eyes, and squeezed out a smile as they did.

"How far do we have to go?" Zhao Mai asked, "How deep are we underground?"

"It's coming soon, just walk through the cave of bones. Said the Sons of the Forest. Then he turned away, and walked silently with the light of the fire, no longer answering their questions. Everyone was fantasizing about what the bone cave looked like, and Zhao Mai scared them into the kind of terrible place where skulls hung everywhere and they would sink into a pile of corpses when they stepped on it. "The eye sockets of the skull shimmered with yellow fluorescence, like the light of fireflies, but it was more eerie and cold. There were bones everywhere, old, decaying, and ineffective. You're going to crush your bones, and then there's white corpse gas squeezed out, fluttering like hands, scratching your calves and ankles, leaving black scratches on them. The cold breath blew gently on the fluff behind the ears, and a voice rang out: 'I died so unjustly......"

Everyone was terrified, but in the end, they found that the so-called bone cave was not as terrifying as Zhao Mai described. There are fragile bones under the feet, but only a thin layer. There were neither white cloudy claws nor whispers in the ears. The road was littered with bones of birds and beasts, and there were others, the larger ones probably from the giants, and the smaller ones could be the sons of the forest. On the walls of the cave on both sides, there are many excavated stone niche cages, where the skulls of various creatures are placed, and almost all the creatures of the northern realm can be found here. Summer found the skull of an icewolf, ran over and sniffed it, and then sneezed.

The atmosphere rendered by Zhao Mai was not reached here, which made the group a little disappointed. They had another steep climb to the final hall. Through a curved arch bridge, they crossed the dark underground river and came to a platform. The Children of the Forest raised their hands in the air, and the fire grew brighter, filling all the space around them. Following the direction of his finger, everyone looked intently.

A pale-skinned, ebony-adorned king appeared before them, his expression like that of a dream, a throne woven of fishbeams and wood encircling his withered limbs, like a mother holding her child.

Although he had a throne, he did not have a crown, only a black dragon spar attached to the center of his forehead, like a third eye. His body was thin and ragged, and he looked like a corpse from a distance. It's just that his chest is still undulating, and his breath can blow the slender beard around his mouth, so everyone believes that he is not a ghoul. Countless tree roots wrapped around his body inside and outside, wrapping and supporting him, and many tree roots even penetrated through his body, but the wounds had grown together with the tree roots, and they couldn't distinguish each other, so they weren't any wounds.

The lord of the throne was fair-skinned, with a blood-red birthmark from his neck to his cheek, which was the only discolored part of his body. The white hair, white eyebrows, and white beard are as delicate and slender as a spider's web, fluttering in the wind, separated from each other, and not tangled. He was no longer separated from the root throne behind him, and it is possible that his bones had been replaced by roots, and perhaps internal organs. Zhao Mai saw dots of dark red leaves growing from his skull, and countless gray mushrooms occupying the bare skin of his arms and thighs. He didn't seem to be active for a long time, for the slightest movement he threw down a lot of dust and spores of mushrooms and mosses.

He opened his eyes, but there was only one blood-red eye with no whites, and a white root had penetrated into the other socket and pierced out of his neck. He looked at this red eye for a long time, and finally found a group of people.

"You're the Three-Eyed Crow?" Bran asked.

"Woo...... Crow?" The pale king's voice was dry, his lips tearing apart from the mushroom, slowly moving. He seemed to have forgotten how to form words, so it took a long time for him to finally speak: "Yes, I used to be." Black clothes and black blood, I am a three-eyed crow. (To be continued.) )