The crows flew in front of Scott and Rimbaud and landed on the branches of several oak trees.

The oak trees didn't move.

The crows chirped, and Rimbaud listened for a moment before he said to Scott, "They said they had just come out of the passage and saw us from a distance. ”

Scott raised an eyebrow in surprise, "Let's go, go where they left the passage just now." ”

Rimbaud nodded and barked at the crows, who immediately flew in the direction they had come.

Scott left the gray wolf where he was, and he himself followed behind the crows with Rimbaud.

It wasn't long before he saw the crows stop and land on the trees again.

Scott walked briskly to where the crows were, but was surprised not to see anything that could lead to the underpass.

"Now the crows don't know where they came from." Rimbaud said.

Scott used his magic perception to probe and then searched around carefully, but still found nothing.

"Go back." He turned and walked back.

At this moment, a wolf howl came from the other direction, and Scott's face changed.

"How did the gray wolf get over there?" Rimbaud asked in surprise.

"No, it's not the gray wolf that ran over there, it won't move without my orders." "It's us who just lost our way," Scott said. ”

"How is that possible? We didn't go far just now! Rimbaud flew up and looked left and right.

Scott turned around again and walked in the direction of the gray wolf's howl, "I don't know how, but the sudden appearance of the crows was meant to disorient us. ”

Rimbaud fell on Scott's shoulder and said loudly; "Damn, who the hell is it, let's just go back."

"Don't worry." Scott still didn't plan to go back directly, "Wait, let the crows follow us first." ”

Returning to where the gray wolf is, Scott tells the gray wolf to continue walking in the same direction.

"Wait!" Rimbaud shouted again, "How do you know this is the right direction?" Maybe we've been lost before! ”

Scott smiled and said: "This direction should be right, if it was uncertain before, now I am more confident in it." ”

"Because of the presence of the crows?" Rimbaud asked, "Because someone is trying to disorient us, you instead think that there is no mistake in the previous direction?" ”

Scott nodded, "I think so, maybe we've set foot in a certain range, and we're getting closer and closer to the people behind the scenes, so he wants to release the crows to give us the wrong guidance." ”

"It's like the truth." Rimbaud muttered.

Unmoved, Scott continued: "Go on, and to be on the safe side, let the crows fly in a line about a meter apart so that we can pull out a long straight line. ”

"It's difficult, there are a lot of obstacles ahead." Rimbaud reminded.

The oak trees in the dense forest are too dense for crows to line up. They are bound to turn around, and if they do, they risk losing their way.

"When the lead crow goes around the obstacle, the flock behind stops, and the lead crow goes around the obstacle and confirms direction with each other before moving on," Scott said. ”

"It's a nuisance, but that's all it takes."

Rimbaud chirped at the crow, and the crows immediately flew forward in a straight line as Scott commanded.

It's just that the speed of the crows' flight is slowed down a lot because they have to confirm the direction every time they go around the obstacle, but Scott doesn't care.

With the crows leading the way, he called the gray wolf back and rode on its back.

"Just take a break and save your energy." Scott, who was riding a wolf, said with a smile.

Only this time he didn't have a long rest, and soon there was another crow chirping in front of him.

When Rimbaud heard this, he quickly told Scott excitedly, "Oh! The crow in the lead saw the huge oak tree and the human structure, which was several times bigger than the one we nested in! ”

Scott laughed, "The crows landed in formation and we walked along their line. ”

Rimbaud chirped loudly, and the crows lined up in front of him immediately landed obediently.

Scott asked the gray wolf to carry him along the line of crows.

The dense forests here have become denser and denser, and the gray wolves burrow through the oak trees, and it is extremely easy to get lost if it were not for the queue of crows as a sign.

After a short walk, the gray wolf finally carried Scott to the front of the crow group.

He saw that the oak forest in front of him had thinned out again, and the further he went, the thinner and thinner, until the great tree that had taken up a huge area.

From a distance, the huge oak tree gives a strong sense of oppression, and it stands there like a castle.

As for the human buildings that the crow refers to, they are the huge stones arranged under the trees, and the rough buildings at the base of the trees, which are also made of huge stones.

"Stonehenge?" Scott blurted out.

The seemingly staggered boulders resemble Stonehenge in Salisbury Plains, Wiltshire, England.

He watched from afar at the "Stonehenge" that was built around the base of a giant oak tree, and he didn't let the gray wolf take a step.

"What's wrong with you?" Rimbaud couldn't help but ask him.

"Although we saw this scene, in my magical perception, there was still an endless oak forest in front of me, and there were no giant oak trees or Stonehenge." Scott muttered.

"What?" Rimbaud exclaimed.

"Do you say......" Scott asked it, "should I trust my eyes, or should I trust my magical senses?" ”

Rimbaud replied without thinking, "Of course it'......"

Halfway through that, it began to hesitate again.

"I don't know." It said, "Let's let the crows try." ”

Scott agreed with its suggestion.

Rimbaud chirped loudly.

When the crows heard its voice, they immediately flew back into action, and instead of maintaining their formation, they flew forward in a swarm.

Soon, they flew into the "Stonehenge" and scattered on top of the boulders.

"Gah! Rattle! ”

Their chirps could be heard far away.

"It's true! They say the big rocks are real! Rimbaud flew excitedly.

"Wait." Scott beckoned it back, "Let them fly to the middle to see the building built into the roots." ”

Rimbaud obediently flew back onto Scott's shoulder and chirped loudly.

In the distance, the crow in the "Stonehenge" obediently flew again.

They weave their way through Stonehenge, all the way to the building at the base of the giant oak tree.

Soon, they flew out of the building again, chirping again to deliver the message.

"They said it was empty, just a stone statue." Rimbaud tells Scott the news of the ravens.

Scott nodded, and began to run forward with his gray wolf on his back.

The vigorous gray wolf ran very fast, and soon came to the outside of "Stonehenge".

Strangely, after reaching this distance, the "illusion" in Scott's magical perception still did not disappear.

In his magical perception, "Stonehenge" is still an oak forest.

Stopping the gray wolf, Scott climbed off its back and landed on the ground.

Rimbaud asked, "Why did you stop?" ”

Scott didn't speak, and the gray wolf had moved again.

The beast entered the "Stonehenge" under Scott's orders, and instead of running, it walked towards the giant oak tree in the center at an unhurried pace.

"You're worried about traps?" Rimbaud understood Scott's concerns, "Yes, after all, the crows are flying through the air. ”

Scott didn't answer, but watched the gray wolf move forward earnestly, noting the path it had taken.

Rimbaud said, "Don't worry, my friend, if there's a trap under your feet, then I'll fly you there." ”

Scott still didn't speak, but his eyes had changed.

"If you want me to say ......," Rimbaud's words came to an abrupt halt, and he realized that something was wrong.

At this point, the gray wolf had gone in the wrong direction.

Scott had been watching the gray wolf move forward, and he had watched as it had begun to go astray after passing a few boulders, until now, the beast had been completely lost.

Scott's Transfiguration product is capable of autonomous movement, and the gray wolf seems to have noticed something wrong, and after a few anxious roars, it begins to run quickly.

It's just that in the eyes of Scott and Rimbaud, the gray wolf is scurrying around like a headless fly at the moment.

It circled between the boulders and never found the right direction.

"What's going on?" Rimbaud was amazed.

Without saying a word, Scott took a few steps back and raised his wand.

"Thunderbolt Explosion!"

The spell's blinding light shot out and struck the nearest boulder.

But the explosion that should have happened did not happen.

The air on the surface of the boulder rippled like ripples, engulfing the light of the spell.

Scott frowned and didn't try any further.

He placed an iron charm in front of him, and then aimed his wand at the ground in the distance.

"The house is collapsing!"

"Thunderbolt Explosion!"

Rumble!

A violent explosion sounded, and the ground immediately collapsed into a crater.

The dust cleared, and Scott walked to the crater he had blasted.

It's a pity that all the explosion is dirt and no rocks.

Scott waved his wand to gather the blasted dirt and added some water with the Water Charm.

It wasn't long before a giant eagle flew up, over Scott's head, towards Stonehenge.

However, after the eagle flew over the "Stonehenge", its speed slowed down, and the flapping of its wings became more and more difficult.

Halfway through the flight, it fell headlong from the air, slammed into a boulder, and turned back into a pile of dirt.

Seeing this scene, Rimbaud said proudly: "It seems that I still have to go out!" ”

Scott shook his head and said to Rimbaud, who was eager to take the plunge, "Now it seems that maybe only small birds, or creatures without magical powers, can pass unhindered. ”

Rimbaud immediately stopped talking.

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