Mowglitte found himself locked in a small bag, surrounded by something as cold as fat that felt slippery to the touch, and a soft, sticky sludge beneath his feet. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info This bag is filled with a suffocating sweet fragrance. Morkriet reached out and touched his nose, he couldn't see anything in the darkness, but apparently he had something on his hand that made him uncomfortable, and he began to sneeze one after another.

Sneezing, sneezing。。。。。。 Morgaret felt that tears were about to come out, and he didn't dare to wipe them with his hands, who knew what was on his hands. Mowglitte carefully stretched out his hand and groped around, when suddenly he felt a pain in the palm of his hand, and he was bitten by something.

Ouch, Mowglitte felt like she had been bitten by a poisonous snake, and there was a faint smell of blood spreading out of her surroundings in addition to the sweet scent.

Suddenly the little bag trembled without warning, like a jittling bellows, and then the bag opened a hole, and then Mowglitte felt himself being launched, and after a certain distance in the air, it landed on the soft meadow with a thud.

Morkriet opened his eyes, and he saw that his arms and legs were covered with pale yellow pollen, "No wonder I can't help but sneeze, I can't just be in a flower." Thinking so, Morkriet spread out his right hand, and there was a doji wound in the palm of his hand, which was caused by the strange thing in his palm. It was a swarthy three-finger-wide prototype thing, carved with strange patterns, with a little oriental fantasy, and round dragon patterns on it.

"It's a bracer," Morgaret picked it up and gestured at her wrist, "it's a little too small." "This thing is too thin compared to Mogg's thick wrists.

Suddenly, the dragon grass that had been sprayed with Mowglitte began to tremble again, and then the flowers opened, and with a poof, something flew into Mowglitte's arms.

Just when Mowglitte was not paying attention, the dragon bracer on his hand became a little larger, if it was put on his wrist, it would be just right, and at this time, Mowglitte was attracted by the sudden appearance of something in his arms.

It was a black crow with a pair of bright silver pointed beaks. It was also covered in yellowish pollen, and the black feathers on one of its wings had fallen off, revealing its shriveled muscles.

"Looks like I'm not the only one who has been unlucky," Morgritte stood up, scowling her whole body, needless to say, her head must be covered with yellowish pollen by now.

Hey, Mowglitte raised the dragon bracer in his hand, and he also noticed the change in the dragon bracer. He carefully put the wrist guard on his arm, just right, not too big and not too small. But he remembered that the bracer was still a little smaller.

"No matter, let's get out of here and find them. Morwritte put the dragon bracer on the wrist of her left hand and said to herself.

Just as Mowglitte put the dragon bracer on her wrist, two tall Novatello trees suddenly appeared in the woods on the other side of the Dark Valley, their tall pale trunks tangled together to form an arched gate, behind which smoke filled with smoke.

The three members of the explorer team carefully climbed across the single-plank bridge, and the process was not dangerous. Not going into the water was obviously a wise choice, because when Miki climbed to the middle of the bridge, a huge mouth was exposed in the murky water. With a snap, a jet of water shot out of the big mouth and hit the trunk of the tree beneath Miki.

"What's under the canoe?" Goblin Miki grabbed the canoe tightly, "Tell me, what was it just now, it almost shot me in the ass." ”

"Leave him alone, hurry up and crawl over here. Blaney's bow and arrows sank into the murky water, and for a moment a trail of blood floated on the water, and then something even stranger happened, and the waves of the trail of blood rippled and soon stained the river red. There was not a single movement on the water, only the blood stains were getting bigger.

"Get out of there, out of that big tree. The lightning mage cried out anxiously.

With a bang, a huge wave appeared on the surface of the river, followed by a long and huge tail. Like a rabbit with its tail burned by fire, Mr. Goblin climbed across the single-plank bridge in three steps and two steps.

When Miki patted his chest and looked back, the water had returned to calm, and even the blood stains left by Blaney's arrow shot had disappeared.

"Let's go, get out of here quickly. Blaney packed up his bow and arrows, and left the bank of the river like a gust of wind. Not long after leaving the river bank and going deeper into the forest, the three of them came to the huge arch.

"What is this?" the lightning mage stopped in front of the two glossy and huge Novatello trees, feeling a deep fear.

"Is this a novice tree?" Goblin Miki couldn't help but step back, "What now?"

"Yes, it's a novice tree, but it's taller than what we saw earlier, and the Novatello ants inside are golden, bigger, almost that big. The lightning mage held out his finger and gestured to an exaggerated size.

"Why didn't I see that," Blaney said back to the lightning mage, then stared back at the massive arch in front of him.

"Morgritte, Morgritte. Where are you?" the goblin Miki shouted into the archway, but it drew a murderous look from his companion.

"What are you doing?" the lightning mage's eyes were about to pop out, "Do you know how dangerous it is for you to scream like this in such a dangerous place?"

"So," Miki said resignedly, "do you have any other solution?"

The three of them went around for a long time and found that in order to go deep into the forest, they had to pass through the tall arch. Ten minutes later, the three of them came to the arch with their heads down.

"Shall we go in?" Blaney said in a tired tone, her heart had been tense during the time of Mowglitte's disappearance, and now she suddenly encountered an insurmountable obstacle, and her whole spirit was about to collapse.

"No," the goblin Miki shook like a rattle in a child's hand, "the distance between the two trees is only about three meters, which means that if we pass between them, we will wake up the Novatello ants in the trees, and I don't want to be bitten by them again." ”