The night was bound to be a little unstable, as many elves abruptly woke up from their sleep, their senses much more sensitive than those of humans that made them aware of their inexplicable gaze.

But when they straightened up from their beds and looked in the direction where they felt something, they saw nothing but empty windowsills and cloudless starry skies outside them.

Drowsiness makes them have no time to care about these things, and most of them choose to fall asleep.

A few elves with experience as forest rangers vigilantly walked out of the room, patrolling around the room, and finally returned to their rooms with nothing to be found, and fell back to sleep with a little doubt.

The twisted wood spirit, which could be called a blatant action but no one could see it, just roamed around the elves' dwellings, and the occasional elf that caught its attention would be watched by it, but the ugly and twisted thing did not do anything beyond observation to any of the elves.

"Rustling ......"

Once again, the dense tendrils connected to the twisted skull's floating movement scraped against the ground with a slight sound, and it gradually left the elves' habitat and flew through the air, from one platform above the giant tree to another.

No one noticed that a wooden head flew through the air, and it moved like a ghost, and no one knew what its purpose was.

Once again, the tendrils made a noise against the ground, and the twisted wood spirits arrived at a new living place, a cluster of houses prepared by the elves of Leahim for the aliens.

Without concealing his whereabouts, he passed through the garrison guarded by the elven guards, and entered directly between the houses.

After a pause, it seemed to notice something that piqued its interest, and it turned its head and floated towards the place.

It was a single-family wooden house with a courtyard similar to the house where Wang Yu and the others lived, and the curtains were drawn from the inside, so it was impossible to notice what the scene was inside from the outside, but the distorted wood spirit had already sensed the existence full of vitality inside.

As it had done with the house where the elves lived, the head flew to the window and slammed itself against it, slamming its head against the window with a loud noise, the glass not shattering, but making a much louder sound than before.

"Huh!? , who!"

There was a loud questioning in the room, followed by the sound of the floor being slammed and the bedding rubbing against each other, and the people who lived in it were awakened by the sound of their heads hitting the glass.

"Stepping on ......"

Footsteps hurried towards the window, and the owner of the house walked with anger and confusion to the glass window, which was still creaking from the hard squeezing of his skull.

"Whoa!"

The curtain was pulled open by large, hairy green hands, revealing the appearance of the owner of the room, a tall, muscular adult orc, whose hideous scar slashed across his exposed chest and all over his upper body, and it was obvious that this was an orc who had been through a lot of battles.

"Ahh What is it? ”

The orc's rough voice sounded with surprise and doubt, and the head that was clinging to the window, staring at the orc with its ugly and hideous face, really startled the orc who had experienced a lot.

"Quack, Quack, Click!"

The glass finally burst open at some point after the skull was squeezed hard for a long time, and the skull slammed into the room, and the orc stood right above its path.

"Hmm!"

The orc's reaction was very fast, he stretched out his hand with a frown, and grabbed the wooden head that rushed in in his hand, and the fighting spirit was running in his body, his strength was not weak, and the low-level formal knight, coupled with the orc's physique, made the speed of this head slow for him.

"Leahim has this strange thing? It's disgusting, and it's twisted. ”

The orc took the head of the wood spirit in his hand that he had grabbed in front of him, and looking at this extremely ugly and disgusting face, the orc, a race with thick nerves, couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

"Pop Sand Sand ......"

The skull made a noise that drew the attention of the orc who was clutching it, and the tiny tendrils attached to the skull were flapping at the orc's gripping hand, spreading its roots all the way up its arm.

"What do you want to do......

The orc's face darkened, and his other free hand reached out, grabbed the roots that wrapped around his arm, and pulled them with force, tearing the itching stuff off his body.

"Tick Tick Tick ......"

Some of the liquid ran down the orc's arm, dropping off the ground, and an indescribably fishy smell permeated the orc's room.

"The smell of blood? Is there any danger in this thing? ”

The orc's nose moved, their race's characteristic sensitivity to smell and gore that allowed it to tell at once what the liquid was coming from the torn roots of the strange, ugly thing in front of them, a mixture of blood and sap.

He didn't quite understand what the hell this was, a mixture of living things and plants? He didn't know that Leahim still had such things, and he didn't think that such twisted and ugly things could be made by elves.

And something about this thing made him instinctively feel threatened, and the sudden intrusion and snooping of this thing made the orc think that it had come with malicious intent.

"Kill? Let's lock it up and show it to the elves tomorrow. ”

The orc was a little entangled, he didn't know what to do with this thing, something he hadn't seen before, this thing had been struggling in its hands, but the strength was negligible to it, it didn't think that this thing threatened his abilities.

I don't know if it's a failure made by an elf druid when cultivating revitalizing plants, but it has seen some young elf druids make mistakes when raising their natural companions, making those plants look strange.

But he had never seen something as twisted and deformed as the wooden head in his hand that made people feel uncontrollable and disgusting.

"Forget it, I don't have a place to put this thing, I'm sorry if it's the work of an elf druid, who let you make this disgusting thing, and let it run out."

The orc shook his head, no longer thinking about what it was not good at, and the palm of his hand gradually increased with force, and the head pinched by it was squeezed and deformed little by little under the effect of the gradually increasing force, making a creaking sound that made people feel sore.

"Quack, babble, babble!"

At first, the sound it made was the normal sound that wood would make when it was pressed under heavy pressure.

But as the whole skull was completely flattened, the sound it made began to become unusually sharp and piercing, like the wail of the dead, not very loud, but it made the orc feel that something was piercing his head, and there was an indescribable discomfort.

"It's disgusting."

"Gah!"

The orc frowned, suddenly increased his strength, and completely crushed the wooden skull in his hand into a pile of rotten wood slag in one go, and a slightly viscous liquid that seemed to be a mixture of blood and sap flowed out from between the orc's palms and dripped onto the floor of the orc's room.

“……”

Looking at the remnants of the skull between his palms in disgust, the orc shook his palms vigorously, throwing all the mess to the ground, and then leaned back into his bed and fell asleep again.

The orc is not a particular guy, he can sleep well on the battlefield after fighting for his life, not to mention this little dirt, he didn't care much about the disgusting and weak wood spirit, the orc fell asleep deeply.

However, it didn't notice any of the changes that had taken place in itself, and as it crushed the skull into a pile of scumbags with strange slime, some green glow entered its body from its palm, a universal and special energy, life force.

The life force thing can't produce any real direct lethality, so many creatures can't intuitively feel this kind of thing, and generally druids and some monsters can directly see this somewhat abstract existence.

The orc naturally had no way of knowing the life force that entered his body, and it neither felt the magic power contained in the wood spirit nor the Fighting Qi Void Energy or the like, so naturally it didn't do much to be vigilant, but the danger had already befallen it.

"Huhuhu......"

The sleeping orc's breathing suddenly began to become rapid, as if the body was tired and weak after a strenuous workout, and had to gasp for breath to get enough oxygen.

"Ahem......"

The orc coughed twice, the "sticky" echo in his throat telling him that something resembling phlegm was stuck in his throat.

"Ho-ho!"

The sound that seemed to be made when breathing was unusually laborious after phlegm stuck continued to sound in the room, and the orc's expression became more and more hideous, and breathing became more and more difficult for it, and the green tendons exploded on its forehead, and its complexion added a red to its own green complexion.

"Amount ......"

His hands and feet began to move unnaturally, as if he wanted to grasp something, and he touched his chest, but his fingers bent and released without much strength, and as soon as he touched his body, he slid down weakly.

The orc was getting weaker and weaker, and even though he was acting so uncomfortable, he still frowned tightly, without the slightest hint of "waking up".

"Crunch ......"

The sound of the wood twisting and bending, something squirming inside the orc's body, touching and hitting its muscles and skin, causing several constantly moving bumps to appear on his body, moving grotesquely.

"Click......"

The sound continued, not from the orc's body, but from the debris of the orc's crushed skull on the floor of the room.

The wooden shards that should have lost all signs of life began to move at this moment, and the shattered and scattered shards wriggled on the ground towards each other, and then glued together, little by little, they were reassembled.

At the same time, the abnormalities on the orc's body began to subside, no longer coughing and breathing, and the expression was no longer hideous......

The eyelids slowly slackened as things atroked inside, revealing the orc's shriveled eyes, pupils dilated, bloodshot, and coughing halted along with heartbeat and breathing......

The orcs are dead.

"Rustling ......"

The sound of the root system rubbing came from the orc's body, the orc's body was shrinking, and the water and internal muscles were being eaten and absorbed by something.

The originally tall and burly figure became thinner and thinner at this moment, until everything inside was almost eroded, leaving only the outer skeleton and the skin attached to it.

Some tiny tentacles sticking to the blood poked their heads out of the wide open mouths of the orc corpses, shaking and probing to the outside world, only to find out that these blood-stained tentacles were not tentacles.

It's the same thing as the roots of the plants connected under the skull, but it's much thicker at the moment, and it's stained red with blood, so it looks like tentacles made of flesh and blood.

The roots crawled out of the orc's mouth after shaking for a while, losing the roots that had previously filled the shriveled corpse, and the orc's corpse collapsed completely, looking horrifying and weird.

These much thicker roots intertwined with each other, and intertwined like knitting sweaters, gradually forming a human form, which was only the size of a child, and had no head, because the total volume was not large, and the human figure was only the size of a child, and it had no head.

The headless wooden body jumped off the bed the orc was leaning on, walked to the ground a few steps away, crouched down, and picked up the object above the ground with his hands, and placed it on his headless shoulder.

The twisted head that was crushed by the orcs before has been restored at this moment, and compared to the ugly and twisted appearance before, although it still gives people an abnormal twisted feeling at this moment, whether it is the deformed eyes or the mouth and nose squeezed together, it looks a little closer to a normal person.

I don't know what allowed it to repair itself, but combined with the orc's shriveled body that only the skeleton and skin remained, it always gave the impression that this head had usurped and devoured all the orc's life force.

"Giggle......

The mouth on the wooden skull moved, making noises of unknown significance, whether it was the sound of trying to speak, or the simple sound of wood rubbing.

"Click, click"

The root system that makes up its body is divided into small sections, holding the head firmly attached to the body it has received, preventing it from falling.

Then, the head twisted in a circle, looking out of the window, it sensed more things, all it needed, the wooden soles of its feet on the ground, making a noise, and it walked out of the house.

Walking among the alien houses, as if it had only one head, the circles used to monitor the critters ignored it, and the roots of the proliferating tree of life did not react to it, allowing the unidentified being who had just killed an orc to roam around.

It wanders from house to house like picking its own goods, whether deliberately or unintentionally, avoiding rooms where there are still lights on, or where nocturnal races are located, as if it can know what race it inhabits.

Walking to the side of a house, it stopped, the inside nested on the bed, its body small, but the presence of a lot of life force inside attracted its attention, it stood still on the outside of the house, staring at the walls of the house.

"Click"

Hands twisted and twisted from the roots gently touched the surface of the wooden house, and with its movements, something beneath the house began to writhe, it was the branch of the giant tree to which the platform was attached, and for some reason the branches of these giant trees were affected by it.

The moving branches pulled away from the dirt beneath the hut, revealing a hole into the hut, and the twisted wood spirit immediately walked towards the hole, leaning down and trying to enter the house through the hole.

However, in the next moment, on the side of the twisted wood spirit's body and several directions above its head, the space was suddenly cut out of the crack, and the spatial cracks appeared in all directions of it, and from these cracks, the tops of various swords were exposed, aimed at it, and then shot out with a bang.

"Boom, pop, bang!"

There was a chaotic and noisy sound, and a large number of metal weapons burst out from the spatial cracks that appeared in all directions of the twisted wood spirit's body, suddenly piercing the twisted wood spirit's body, which seemed to be quite unresponsive, and then slammed into the ground unabated.

The spatial cracks continued to disappear and reappear, and all kinds of weapons, axes, long swords, riding spears, and scimitars, flew out of these spatial cracks in a continuous manner, constantly attacking the twisted wood spirits.

In just ten seconds, while the ground around them was shattered and shattered by these fired weapons, the body of the twisted wood spirit, including the head, had almost been destroyed by these weapons that began to collide violently with each other.

The black-haired cat didn't know when it appeared on top of the house, and An'en, the "cat" with strong spatial spell ability, was also the owner of the house where the twisted wood spirit wanted to enter.

Indifferently staring at the twisted wood spirit below that had been cut into a pile of slag, the black cat gently waved its palm twice, and two enchanted swords that burned with flames shot out of the new spatial crack and plunged into the ground below.

A raging fire ignited in an instant, encompassing a large area below, including the twisted wood spirits that had been chopped into shreds.

A loud noise alarmed the entire alien settlement and the elven guards, and the lights of the houses came on one after another, and the occupants ran out of their houses, trying to know what was going on outside.

The roaring light of the fire quickly pointed the way to the elven guards who had arrived, and they hurried to the vicinity, and were stunned when they saw the black cat crouched on the roof, its bright eyes reflecting the light, in a certain direction, and they recognized the rather famous cat, Ahn.

Ayn raised his paw and pointed in the direction of the somewhat confused guards, glancing at each other, and the guards ran towards the house, where the house of the slain orcs was.

Rushing into the orc's house, watching the orc be hollowed out, leaving only skin and skeleton bodies, the guards' faces were unsightly, and some elf muttered in his mouth.

"Yes, life diversion?"