At first, he just thought it was strange, but after walking alone in the forest for a while, he gradually understood what the elves were up to. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A day earlier, when he had jumped into a large tree, he had looked into the distance, surrounded by endless mountains and forests.

In the middle of the forest is a place where elves live, and it seems that as long as you choose a location and keep walking, you can leave the forest of death.

It's just that after a day of continuous driving, Zhuo Bufan finally found that something was wrong.

Leaping into the treetops again, the elf's dwelling place was out of sight, and at some point the whole forest was shrouded in mist. Through this layer of fog, he could vaguely see the sunset, which showed that the direction he had been rushing in was not wrong, but he didn't see the blurry image of Maple City that should have appeared in front of him, and what he saw in his eyes was nothing but trees.

After thinking about it, it dawned on him why the elves had given up chasing him. Because there is no need for this, this forest is under the control of the elves, this is their home, the paradise where they have lived for thousands of years, no one knows better, controls and influences this land than them.

To put it simply, although Zhuo Bufan escaped, he has been circling in the elves' homeland, and he has been under the noses of the elves from the beginning to the present. In this way, there is not much difference between catching him and not catching him, as long as the ritual is almost ready, the elf can take him back.

After understanding this truth, he stopped wasting his strength to hurry, because in the process of hurrying, he found that no matter how he walked, he would return to the same place, even if he made a mark on the tree and closed his eyes and walked without a sense of direction, the result was still the same, he knew that all this was done by the elves.

There is no way, right now it is like a bird in a cage, and you can only leave if you find a way to open the cage.

Just when he was at a loss, the black eagle suddenly flew from the depths of the woods.

Zhuo Bufan was slightly taken aback, looked up at the black eagle flying in mid-air, and found that it was not only healed from its injuries, but more energetic than before, and the light in its eyes was more spiritual and more human-like.

The black eagle rolled its eyes, and the cave shook its head desperately with its wings outstretched, as if to convey some message to him.

"What do you want to tell me?"

The Black Hawk turned around and flew in one direction.

Zhuo Bufan thought about it.

Seeing that Zhuo Bufan was motionless, Black Eagle stopped and rolled his eyes at him, and then began to continue flying in that direction.

"Do you want to take me somewhere?" Zhuo Bufan was not sure, but he suddenly remembered some of the words that Lin Zhenhua had said when he entered the Forest of Death, and he was able to leave this forest alive because of the existence of the Black Eagle. Although the situation was different this time, Zhuo Bufan's heart rose with hope again, perhaps, he could really take himself out.

Unfortunately, after walking for a while, Zhuo Bufan found that he was back to square one, and the situation was not the same as what he had encountered before.

But Black Eagle was still happy to lead the way, and Zhuo Bufan wanted to give up several times, but under the urging of Black Hawk, he had to sit and think that it was a meaningless struggle.

By the third day, the surrounding environment was different from the previous one, and Zhuo Bufan suddenly came to his senses.

The appearance of the Black Eagle brought a turn for the better in the predicament, and this situation was known to the elven patriarch Moran for the first time.

In the treehouse, Moran suddenly opened his eyes, and his calm face was filled with panic and questioning, and even a hint of panic. I don't know what happened, but the human had indeed stepped out of the Death Forest Illusion, and was moving out at the speed of the wind.

Elves are not allowed to leave the Forest of Death, even if they only take a small step, not only will their strength be irreparably lost, but the elves' thousand-year-old face and vitality will also be exhausted in a matter of moments.

Humans must not be allowed to leave the forest under any circumstances.

After some time, Zhuo Bufan came to the edge of the forest, and at the end of hope stood rows of treemen guarding, using their bodies to form walls of steel to prevent enemies from leaving.

"It's useless. ”

The wind suddenly rose, and the elf elder Moran rode the wind, and as soon as he appeared, Zhuo Bufan rushed forward without any scruples.

The treeman's branch-like hand clasped together, Zhuo Bufan jumped upward, more hands and vines came overwhelmingly, a black oppression, as long as the treeman's hand slapped him, more hands would follow, and in the blink of an eye, he could be slapped into flesh.

Elder Moran walked at full speed, stopping not far away, secretly using his mind to control the actions of the treemen, although this man was heinous, he had the fountain of life in his body that had not been fully absorbed, and he could not die until he extracted the fountain of life.

These treemen were only converted by Elder Moran using secret methods, and they were very different from the real treemen, they had no mind, and could only be manipulated by elves.

Zhuo Bufan urged his true qi to the limit, protecting his body's true qi around his body, and resisting with all his strength the hands like branches from all directions.

Qinghong sword swinged.

The shadow of the sword filled the surroundings, the sword light flashed and jumped in the air, and the sharp sword qi cut the air to pieces.

Puff puff!

The tree people were not as strong as they imagined, and as soon as the sword qi stepped forward, these clumsy tree people showed a tendency to fall one-sided.

Although elves, treants and unicorns can get the increase of the mysterious power of the Well of the Moon, they are also limited by a certain distance, and the increase at the edge of the forest can no longer have the slightest effect, and these treants are still transformed by Elder Moran with the elven secret method, which is too different from the strength of the treemen who evolved independently.

As soon as the sword qi came out, it swept in all directions.

The walls formed by the treemen's bodies are as fragile as tofu, but sometimes quantity can make up for the disadvantage of quality, and at least for a while, it will not be able to break through.

That was enough for Elder Moran.

He snorted softly, in the language of the elves, and one note after another exploded in the air.

This clearing suddenly became heavy, Zhuo Bufan only felt as if he was wrapped in a mountain of power, and the true qi of the protective body suddenly sunken down, and that kind of power could even penetrate the true qi, and in one fell swoop exceeded the limit of what his body could bear.

The bones moaned uncontrollably, especially in his hands, as if he was falling from a mountain, and the terrifying pressure made him unable to lift his right hand, and even holding the sword was very difficult.

The terrifying pressure penetrated the true qi of the body, squeezing the inside of the body to the point that there was no space at all, blood mixed with true qi flowed out from the seven holes, and the eyeballs seemed to be unable to withstand the pressure and bulged out, as if they could break free from the shackles of the eye sockets at any time, and the last bit of oxygen in the lungs was also squeezed out.