Feathers, falling in the air, beautiful, goshawk feathers. The feathers floated and swayed in the wind and finally landed on the shoulders of the man in the grey robe. The man slowly stretched out his arm from under the robe, laboriously let his fingers touch the feather, and then made contact with the finger through the feather. The eagle''s eyes in the sky flashed blue magic light.


    "Chirp!" The eagle crows with energy and shakes another dark shadow in the air almost to fall. Taking advantage of this opportunity, narin quickly fell to the shoulder of cheese. He had several scars on his body. If he won, he would fall from the air and die together. The mage can''t deal with the Falcon''s injury now. His eyes are still fixed on the shadow in the sky. I saw that thing struggling for a few times, or flapping wings in the air again glide up, no opponent, it began to fly in a certain direction after a short circle.


    "You go back first. Tell them not to come to me. " Cheese whispered to the man on his shoulder. Of course, he did not know the language of the goshawk, but the Falcon who cooperated with the hunter knew human nature. He blinked, flapped his wings and flew up in the gust of wind, never turning back. That''s good. There''s no need for Batu''s partner to follow him into danger. As for the mage himself, he could still see the position of the shadow in the air. He didn''t hesitate to follow him. At that moment, he had already seen the true face of the shadow through his eyes.


    The black shadow, falling at the end of the horizon, fell on the trees standing abruptly on the grassland. This tree is not so high, compared with the trees in the cold zone, its branches are not straight enough, and the branches and leaves are not luxuriant enough. But in this vast land, it is the tallest tree, even if its branches look like a human body twisted by extreme pain. Now a dark shadow has fallen from these twisted limbs, like drooping leaves and new fruits, and the tree is full of such leaves and fruits.


    The black shadow attacking narin is bat, grassland bat. Cheese is sure of his judgment, and just like the ground bear is just an animal that digs underground insects, prairie bats are not ferocious despite their large size. Their staple food is insects above the grass. It''s not surprising that bats use trees as their habitat. What''s strange is that night bats will go out alone during the day and attack the eagle, the Lord of the sky on the grassland. What''s more, it has almost defeated the eagle. He was familiar with this abnormal situation, and it seemed that something similar had happened not long ago.


    Approaching the tree, cheese can see more details of its whole body. On the thickest and most twisted branches of the tree, there are things bigger than prairie bats, like cocoons. The only difference is that these cocoons are not made of silk thread made of protein, but are made of coarse cloth and hemp rope. They can not breed butterflies or any life in them, because they can only contain dead people. This kind of body bag hanging from a tree is a common deterrent in war-torn areas, implying that you should leave here.


    But it was impossible for cheese to leave, for besides the body bag and the bats, he saw something else, which was sparse and lopsided around the trees, like a sapling that had just come out of the ground and could not stand on its trunk. Knots are not saplings, but they do have similarities. The knots around the tree don''t look complicated. Compared with the ones cheese has seen before, they can be called simple, but the breath of these simple knots is very clear.


    Is it true? Cheese looked at these knots and unconsciously recalled the bad memories of Tianmu First World War. The evil god itself is tough enough. If the evil god is still related to the grey robe, things will go out of control. No, it''s just the presence of evil spirits that makes things out of control, isn''t it? At the end of the day, there''s no use worrying about it now.


    There is a hole in the root of the tree, leading to the dark underground. This kind of tree hole is usually used as a nest by wolf or hyacinth. The root of the tree can firmly control the soil and prevent it from collapsing. At the same time, the root system of the plant can also absorb the water in the soil and keep the tree hole dry. Therefore, tree holes often become the residence of some unnatural creatures. It is said that goblins prefer such tree holes. They even use the tree holes as the gate to connect the goblin Kingdom and the world. People often hear the rumors that their children never come out again because of their mischief. Of course, in fact, most of these children are stuck in tree holes and starved to death. Some of them are killed by animals that originally lived in the holes.


    But cheese was sure that no child had died in the hole, because even the most daring child would not dare to drill the hole in such a tree. As for the mage, he did not want to drill holes in the tree, so he took off the lantern on his waist, lit it and put it on the grass in front of him. The light in the breath of dawn, mixed with the natural sunlight, becomes a strong light that can be seen in the daytime. The bats, who had been dozing on the branches, were awakened by the strong light and began to cry and spread their wings from the branches, but none of them dared to pounce on the light source.


    In these strange shouts, a hand slowly stretched out from the tree hole and scratched on the soft soil. The arm was thin and covered with tattoos of unknown significance. From the tree hole out of the hands of the hands of the hands of the earth, from the grasp of a small stone, and then backhand hit this stone to the lantern on the ground!"Pa!" Although it''s not a weapon, it''s hard. A stone is not qualified to leave a trace on it. It can only be opened mercilessly. But that''s enough. The bright light from the lantern went out quickly, and the frightened bats scattered as wild birds and animals, turning into a noisy black cloud to their surrounding habitat.


    The cheese stooped to pick up the lantern on the ground and hung it again around his waist. But self-control always, his eyes are on that hand. A lazy voice came from the hole in the tree, "why, have you been assigned to such a remote place? I thought you''d go to more places with mice


    "Come out. We haven''t seen each other for a long time." The master''s expression was dignified and his tone was not relaxed.


    "I''m not like you. I went to bed late last night and I don''t want to get up yet. Why don''t you come in?" Voice, down. The arm carrying the soil flew out, and it didn''t even connect to the shoulder! The tattooed hand grabbed the collar of his neck without waiting for cheese to react. Then, it seemed that he was pulled back by an invisible chain and took the mage into the tree hole.


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