The valley was littered with blood, wounded and dead.

McGurdell didn't think he was underestimating the enemy, but that the strangeness of the enemy was beyond his cognitive response.

"This—this monster...... Calder, run! Go back and tell the people! ”

A patrol team of seven people, now lying down five elven compatriots, only Calder is under the protection of his bruises, and his whole body is fine.

The noon sun was very hot, but it couldn't shine into this valley at all, the black huge shadow was more than ten meters high, like a hill floating in the air, the shadow shrouded people so that people couldn't see its main appearance, but the shadow group stretched out hundreds of ugly meat tentacles dancing, they continued to stretch out to McGill and Calder, this martial arts elven warrior wielded the double sword at a speed of one-third of the beginning, his physical strength was greatly reduced, and he was already very weak.

"Teacher ......"

"Let's go!"

Calder was about to say something, but McGurn's roar interrupted him.

Still unable to contain the fear of the great distorted shadow in front of him, the young man nodded, turned and ran desperately towards the exit.

"Let him go?"

"He can't leave."

"Fear has been planted."

"The longer it grows, the bigger it gets."

"Eventually devoured him completely."

"Crazy......"

"Despair......"

Calder ran desperately with his head down, but there was a distorted voice like a few layers of sand cloth that had been refracted and bounced countless times in a glass room, and he whispered in his heart, like a kind of call to lure the blood vessels flowing in his body, all wanting to rush in a certain direction.

As he ran towards the elven homeland, a wound on his arm that had been touched by ugly flesh was rapidly turning into a charred healing, and under the open collar, under the open collar, there was a faint glimpse of the wood elf's greenish copper skin, as if something long was wriggling and burrowing into the heart of his chest.

Thump!

After all, not long after he had crossed the "Wall of Rose Thorns" and entered the Forest of Verdas, he fell to the ground bloodless.

Some of the animals approached quickly after being frightened, and they should have been very close to the wood elf, but when they got closer to within a meter, they keenly smelled something that made them slightly uncomfortable.

Still, some birds, wolves, and critters rushed to the Surdarsk tribe, which was an ally of the elves.

……

Underground Vault.

The black-robed man who looked like a foreman frowned, looked at the dozen or so black-robed men working here, and he spoke, looking at the ceiling.

"Thirteen encountered the enemy and was undisguised...... My master. ”

For a long time, there was no response, and all the black-robed people were working in silence.

But all of a sudden, the entire basement shook, or writhing more appropriately.

At some point, the basement seemed to suddenly become a combination of the universe and the deep sea, full of twisted and surging void universes, and a huge eye opened from their heads, but it was very, very far away from here, it looked like it was only the size of a palm, but no matter what kind of creature it was, just one look at it would be completely attracted to it, and it would be understood that it was actually very huge.

"Zang...... Await...... Hidden...... Command...... Pro ......"

Only intermittent commands directly echoed in the minds of all the black-robed people, and at this time, they had already stopped their work, and their whole bodies were lying on the ground, listening to the giant-eyed creatures.

Some of the black-robed people's robes were not well concealed, and long tentacles could be seen slipping out of them, writhing and searching restlessly, their robes bulging, and the summoning and agitation of the blood made it impossible for them to maintain a humanoid posture.

Time lost the meaning of flow when this being descended at this time, and it was not until the pressure disappeared that the black robe dared to stand up again.

At this time, the basement studio was still ordinary, as if what had just happened was just a dream.

All it was was a few slippery parts of the ground, with some slime that hadn't been there.

"Seven and Eight, you take the remaining three shadow teams out, dispose of Thirteen and the traces it left behind, and dispose of everything secretly."

The leader of the black-robed man has given a new order, and here, only he has the ability to withstand and receive the instructions of that being, and the rest of his kind are still too weak.

In some of the glassware on the workbench, it can be seen that most of them are writhing pieces of flesh and tentacles, eyes and internal organs, and mouths, all soaked in a bubbling green liquid, as if this were an alien research laboratory.

The heavy iron door was opened, and two black-robed men and three teams of twenty-seven humanoids who were also wrapped in black robes walked up the spiral staircase.

Step after step, every three seconds to walk the second step, a stone step is thirty centimeters high.

After more than ten minutes, they finally pushed open the lid above their heads.

Croak!

The gray sky, the bulging bags of dirt, and the humble wooden signs, there are a few flowers that have long since withered.

It's half mass grave and half cemetery.

In one of the graves in half of the cemetery, the thin soil fell to the side, the coffin lid was opened, and a group of black-robed men walked out in a silent line.

A few kilometers away here is Moss Rock City.

……

Verdas Forest, Surdarsk tribal territory.

The sun was shining and the breeze was blowing, and it was supposed to be a beautiful and quiet afternoon as usual.

However, Calder was carried back unconscious, much to the surprise of many elves who saw this scene.

The Elven Chanter quickly determined that his body was only out of strength, and although it was a little strange, he left the other druids who were skilled in smelting to take charge of his son.

He had more important things to do now, as Calder was in a coma and he couldn't get real-time news.

First, he released an eagle to the valley outside, and looked at the edge of the forest through its eyes, but the elven singer found nothing.

This is not normal.

The Elven Chanter was worried because of the unknown, and the strongest Elder McGall and an elite patrol in the tribe besides him actually disappeared without a sound, and only Calder fled back with a pale face?

Something strange must have happened, he didn't have time to wait for his son to wake up, and tried to use a costly prophecy scroll given to him by an old friend.

As a result, the Elven Singer's face turned rather ugly, and the only clear prophecy that returned was the news that McGill and the Elven Patrol had all died.

And what made his face ugly and mixed with a hint of fear was a dark and vague scene that wrapped around this clear prophecy.

There was nothing to be seen, except for a moment, when one eye looked at him.

Just a glance, the elven singer couldn't say how he felt, and he didn't even want to think about it, he wanted to remember the disgusting scene when he was forced to have sex with a female goblin during his adventure, but he didn't know how small it was compared to the nameless fear that the eye imprinted on his heart.

"Gather everyone for me......"

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