Thor was silent, and so was the corpse.

The atmosphere was awkwardly brewing for a while, and the skeleton lifted the skeletal arm with difficulty, pointing in a certain direction to the side.

"Keep going in that direction and you'll get out."

"Is that so? Okay, thank you. ”

Jiang Bei thought about it, and looked at the skeleton with the mountain in his hand.

"Anyway, aren't you going to come out? Or do you think it's nice to be right at the bottom of this mountain? ”

The skeletal mouth opened for a moment, making a sound similar to that of Abba Aba.

After pondering for a while, he said weakly: "No need, I'm just down well, haha."

"Oh, that's fine, I won't bother you."

Jiang Bei let go of his hand, and Wei Ran's mountain rumbled back onto the skull's head, pressing its upper body underneath. The heavy weight caused the rocks to roll off the top, and the skeleton's exposed legs kicked wildly and stopped moving.

Thor watched from behind and his eyelids jumped.

He remembered it now. He did seem to have heard of such a similar race of evil spirits before, casting enchantments or blindfolds to confuse passers-by who strayed in, causing them to go back and forth in place, increasing their fears and draining their patience.

Sometimes these evil people like to play as corpses or other weird things, constantly brushing up their sense of existence and increasing the other party's uneasy emotions. The more frightened the intruder, the better the effect.

But I guess they've never seen an intruder like Superman before.

Sure enough, as the bone brother said, they didn't go far and quickly left the area. The peaks and bones were no longer there.

But after a few steps forward, Thor realized that the atmosphere was wrong again.

The environment seems to be getting darker and darker, and the trees are densely shrouded in shadows. The forest wind gradually rose, and the leaves crunched against each other, like the murmur of a ghost.

The foliage swayed like a swarm of demons, and a black shadow was cast onto the ground in the distorted shadows of the trees. He followed the sound sharply, and felt a shadow flicker through the bushes, as if hallucinating.

Then he heard a cry.

The grief is long, as if it comes from another dimension. The dark painting style in the forest suddenly seemed to be a little weirder, the chaos around seemed to be churning and approaching, and the low panic rose unconsciously in the depths of people's hearts.

The cry seemed to come from all directions, sometimes in the east, sometimes in the west, sometimes near and sometimes far away. Whenever you follow the sound, it looks like a figure passing by. When you look closely, it's empty.

Thor frowned, turned to Jiang Bei and said, "We should have stepped into the realm of some kind of new enemy. But don't be alarmed, I'm just."

He was halfway through his words, and he paused.

Because he found that the superman next to him had disappeared at some point.

But it didn't give him much time to be stunned.

An eerie cry rang out again. However, almost at the same moment as the cry sounded, the direction from which the cry came suddenly exploded. Thor was familiar with the voice, the sound of some freak breaking the sound barrier in an instant.

Sure enough, almost at the same moment, a red-blue afterimage flashed from among the bushes, carrying a small, white-haired, dark-skinned strange man in his hand. The man kept a crying face, his mouth open as if he was halfway crying, as if it had happened too quickly and had not yet eased up, and his crying expression froze on his face, but his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound.

Jiang Bei held him in his hand and asked indifferently, "What are you crying for?" ”

The strange man kept his mouth wide open, and his mouth moved, as if he was stunned at what had happened.

So he closed his mouth and pondered for a while before keeping a crying expression and said, "I remember something sad."

Eve walked through the dark forest, trying to regulate her chaotic breathing.

She has a soft, slender figure with almost perfect proportions. It has a delicate face with a beautiful face, a round forehead, a handsome sword eyebrows that are slightly raised, and a sleek chin. A pair of deep, blue-like eyes, with a well-defined nose, exudes elegance and sophistication.

And the most recognizable feature should be the pair of pointed ears.

An elf.

Elves are born with delicate faces, sons and daughters of the grasslands and woods. And Eve is the leader of the tribe, a high-ranking general of the elf race.

She had originally come to the forest with a team to carry out a mission for the tribe, but the process did not go well. They were attacked by the beasts that inhabited the dense forest, and although they managed to repel several waves of beasts, the team also dispersed.

So now she's on her own.

The previous series of battles had drained her physical strength, and she had suffered some minor injuries. Although it was not a big deal, it had some impact on the operation. Now that she has run out of ammunition and food, she is walking alone in this dangerous jungle, and the situation is not optimistic.

Of course, this did not shake her firm belief in completing the task.

The sons and daughters of the elves are not afraid of difficulties!

Even if she was the only one left, she would definitely bring back the target materials for this trip.

Eve rests in the glade. She made a firewood to warm her body and smeared some herbs on the wound. The hot pain spread from the wound on her lower abdomen, and she couldn't help but grit her teeth and let out a soft moan.

Exhausted, out of the troops. She knew she might not make it out of the woods alive.

But at least it must be fought until the last moment.

At this point, she seemed to hear a rustling sound.

Something was passing through the bushes, and the sound of body rubbing against it came out.

Eve was shocked, and immediately got up and took out her waist sword and saber from the ground.

If it's a smaller Shadow Fiend or other evil spirit, even if she is not in a good state now, she can deal with it with her strength and combat skills. If it's a big monster, it's probably going to die here.

But even death must be preceded by a glorious battle.

Here it comes!

At that moment when the shadow came out of the woods.

She didn't hesitate, poured her whole body strength, and slashed off with a knife!

Eve is a high-ranking general in the elven tribe and has a high status, so her saber is naturally also top-notch equipment. Crafted from the extremely rare and extraordinary material "Silver of Holy Water", and tempered by the magic of the High Priest at the apex of the Elven Race, it sharpens iron like clay and is indestructible, a rare weapon in the world.

The blade of the divine weapon hit the opponent's head without hindrance, and there was a crisp sound like a "sonorous" sound like a symphony of gold and iron.

And then

And then it broke.

Eve held the broken knife in her hand, maintaining a slashing posture, looking at the broken blade that flew out, and blinked twice.

Break. Broken?

The holy blade made of the silver of holy water and refined by the high priest is just casually gone?

And it seems to have been broken by the Heavenly Spirit Cover?

Eve: "??? ”

Almost filled with shock and dismay, she slowly looked up and met a handsome face with a smile.

The man was so fast that he couldn't see clearly, and he reached out and pinched the broken knife that flew out in half, and asked with a smile.

"Did you drop something?"

Eve: "."

(End of chapter)