"Dong, Dong, Dong" the sound in the cave is still reverberating. It maintains a single rhythm and a specific frequency, which reminds the mantra of the metronome used by musicians to adjust their rhythm. But in such an environment, no one will put a metronome with such a loud sound. What is the source of this sound?


    "Click" under the foot of the soil is kicked off, rolling on the slope, a series of small sound. The magician frowned and looked at the road under his feet. The tunnel ahead was different from the gentle slope before and extended downward at an angle of nearly 90 degrees. Although there is no lack of foothold on this downward road because of the rough excavation, the curse crow decided not to go deep after thinking for a moment.


    The problem is not how to get in. Once you leave such a hidden danger in your own back road, the wizard can''t walk on the steep slope like Carus. And such a narrow tunnel makes it impossible to turn into a crow to move. If there is no danger in the deep of the cave, if there is any trouble that can not be solved quickly, it is just looking for death.


    "So I said, I hate the underground." Helplessly looked at the darkness ahead, curse crow turned to walk toward the exit. But as soon as he turned around, his body suddenly fell forward. If it wasn''t for the magic wand in his hand, I''m afraid the wizard would have been lying on the ground.


    "What?" The magician could feel his ankle entangled with something long and thin, and the sticky, moist touch made him shudder. In this case, it was too late to use the magic. A strong light flashed in the eyes of the curse crow, and his staff sank into the ground. About a third of the staff became a solid fulcrum. The wizard relied on this fulcrum and used his arm to exert force. Finally, he could pull out his entangled ankle.


    "Damn it." The escaped wizard pulls out his wand and rolls forward two times to keep away from his grasp. Simply the other party seems not to catch up, curse crow also has time to regroup. The crow''s eyes on the staff in his hand gave out more than twice the red light. This kind of light is different from sunlight or flame. As long as it does not happen to look directly at the light source, it will not attract the attention of living creatures.


    With clearer light, the wizard finally saw what was around his ankle. He took a breath, because under the slope where he was standing before, there were several tentacle like soft wares that protruded out of the ground, but they were not tentacles. The top of each piece of software was a sharp round mouthpiece. Curse crows know them. This is a kind of worm that is good at digging. But generally speaking, the living space of this kind of creature is very deep underground, and the sharp teeth are also the sharp tools evolved to walk through the hard rock and metal.


    After getting the information from the enemy, the heart beat of the curse crow slowed down a little. He sneered contemptuously, "it seems that the taste of the witch is a little bad." But then a drop of water fell on his shoulder.


    Back! This is the command given to his body by the wizard''s experienced experience. The moment the water drops down, the curse crow retreats back nearly ten steps before stopping. And after he opened the distance, he saw the worm hanging from the top of the cave and coiled like a snake in the air. The fresh water drop was the saliva left from its spiral serrated mouth.


    There is something wrong with the situation. If the initial worm was an accident, the second attack was not accidental. The magician''s eyes searched, and he was surprised to find that in the darkness he had missed before, there were many holes of thumb thickness. Now, with the body temperature and breathing, those predatory monsters hiding in them are slowly leaning out to perceive the situation in the tunnel with their heads without vision and hearing.


    The originally quiet tunnel is becoming more and more lively. Countless worms of different sizes break through the soil from all sides of the tunnel. Their sound of twisting the soil is like the pulse of some kind of giant beast, giving people the illusion of entering the snake''s mouth by mistake. Are you surrounded? No need to look back, the magician knows his dilemma. It''s at least 50 steps from the exit of the earth''s surface, enough for the worms to swarm in and eat themselves out.


    If someone else came, I''m afraid his legs would be softened by the terrible scene. Even cheese, in the face of such a dense mass of worms, but each of them can crack gold, can never keep calm. But curse crow can, not because his experience is old, just he knows, today, is not his own death.


    "You want my flesh and blood, don''t you? Because there''s not much to eat around here, right The wizard''s eyes were filled with magic and his voice was flat. Of course, he knew that worms could not understand human words, but he also believed that the people who controlled these worms to ambush themselves here would understand.


    "Then you must take care of it. The blood in the grey robe is not easily tasted by you despicable things." With that, the curse crow raised his left hand. His little thumb had obvious edema, and a large amount of blood flowed into it unnaturally, resulting in erythema that could be seen from the outside after vascular rupture.


    Worms really don''t understand people, so they don''t hesitate at all and head for the humans in the cave. They don''t care whether the man is a wizard or something. Only fresh flesh and blood can satisfy their hungry bodies. But, why, the blood, it''s not the same?


    Left hand, hold tight, little finger, explode. Blood, water and meat were scattered out at a very rapid speed, unevenly splashing into the surrounding soil. Those exploding tissues, emitting a strong smell of blood, for the worms without vision, these things instantly become more attractive targets than the body of the curse crow. In this way, they can not only eat, but also infect and kill the worms.The terrible scene of cannibalism is staged in the tunnel. The worms are misled by the taste of food and become the same kind of poisonous bait. As for the wizard who should have been gnawed, he still stood in his place, bandaging the wound on his left hand with a piece of cloth. The cost of a finger is not big, but for the curse crow who has always cherished his body, it is undoubtedly enough to provoke him. The magician''s mouth still has a smile, but even in this hellish scene, it still makes people shiver.


    "Kuira, I remember you."


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