Rainbow - No, it should be said that Alice was sitting quietly in the corner in another identity. The girl's eyes were both clear and deep, as the dancing knife tip was turning at an angle on her slender hands - the spiraling blade was very similar to her anxiety and fragility at a certain period.

But the blade stopped and became cold, sharp, and shining with cold light.

She believed that those people were not to accommodate her, but to give her a chance to make up for the mistakes, and that's all. This was like a transaction, but the parties to the buyer and seller were at least equal.

The word equality seemed to stab a girl, causing her to shrink slightly with her purple eyes.

It is hard for her to say whether this is considered an equality or is it based on alms? She feels that her sensitivity and suspicion are growing, becoming increasingly cold and mean.

She thought, let the memory of the past stay in the past.

"My sister is living a good life with that person, and she may not have to bother the people around her."

"Remember this is your business, Alice."

“Marland is on.”

The dagger slashed the snow-white fingertips, and the stinging pain made her come back from her contemplation, the true justice of revenge she was pursuing.

In this world, only that lady can give.

So she turned to seek her protection.

Yamatolan walked over and wiped a rough palm on his chest, and the wound there automatically scabbed, leaving only a shallow blood mark. The faith of the berserkers gave them the ability to pursue pain, and the powerful healing power came from this. Living towards death is also the lifelong pursuit of the ancestors' warriors?

In the previous battle, they lost two-thirds of their manpower, saying that the entire army was destroyed, but it seemed that the difference was just like that.

The situation here has been reported and returned. Of course, it is unknown how long it will take for the support to arrive. There is also no news on the supply camp, which seems to be a little bit unlucky.

With all the time left, they have to try their best to survive on their own.

He looked at Alice and said:

"If you are still upset about losing your mission goal, you might as well think of something else. In that case, no matter what happens, it is just a difference between ten deaths and no life, or nine deaths and one life."

But Alice shook her head and replied:

"I'm not thinking about this, Mr. Commander."

"That's good, I don't want to see anyone on the team distracted."

Yamatolan looked at the cute and charming Miss Nightingale, who was sent by the headquarters to them, but he was not dissatisfied with the appointment of this airborne - because the other party was at least good at business.

Alice seemed to notice that the other party had something to say, and asked, "Is there anything wrong, Mr. Commander?"

"There are some tasks to be handed over to you," Yamatolan hesitated for a moment, as if in organizing language, how could absurd things be resorted to serious expressions, "I heard you know the Wooden language?"

"What's wrong?"

Alice recalled her experience of learning several languages. It was not a pleasant experience, but it was not too difficult. It just sounded a bit stiff.

"That's good."

Yamatolan repeated this sentence and breathed a sigh of relief, "Have you seen tree people? Several trees came to us, and they were right in front. Can you help us translate it?"

"Gray Tree Man?"

After listening to the other person's description, Alice was slightly stunned.

...

Just as the dry earth will crack increasingly—

And few people can observe the increasingly declining breath under the appearance of this vibrant world.

The human kingdom above the earth is performing one scene after another of fighting for power, from the southern border to the northern border, from the desert to the rainforest, from the border of the kingdom, to the heart of power.

People are obsessed with temporary prosperity, thus ignoring the uneasy information conveyed from the subtle details that are unaware of.

But the populations closely related to it have often sniffed out dangerous hidden signs from this prosperous appearance.

The mine has almost no downward end, and one side of the canyon is more like a bottomless abyss, with black rocks intertwined and cold mist filled.

Where they hid was nothing more than a platform dug by miners in half a year, passing through the cold canyon, passing through the square - the crowds around them gathered around them, and people's silent sight.

In fact, there were two tree people coming.

One tall and the other short, the tall one is called long branches, and the short one is called short whiskers.

They trembled their gray mane and came to Alice. It was difficult for humans to see any characteristics from their dull faces. The carved face grew from the trunk, with long eyebrows, small eyes and long noses.

The tall tree man opened his mouth first, and his mouth opened and opened, making a buzzing sound, like a blower inside his body, low and thick, whirring.

"The guardian from the underground has fallen into madness, darkness is spreading, and the land is in danger. She is pursuing everything she thinks is the target, and it is not safe for you to stay here, humans."

"Who are you?" Alice asked in wooden language.

“We are the caregivers of this woodland.”

"This... woodland?"

Alice's tone had a strange meaning. This underground canyon without any grass looks like a woodland no matter how it looks.

Changzhi's tone was low and slow: "It's underground here, and you will understand when you get there."

"Wait, but we won't go anywhere."

"Humans, we have no malice, but if you are defeated by each, the woodland will also suffer a catastrophe. Under the guidance of ancient wisdom, let us fight against the ancient guardians together."

"But I haven't figured out yet, who is the ancient guardian?"

"...She was the caregiver here like us, but evil has controlled her mind and caused her to fall into madness and hysteria. She killed many people and destroyed everything here, and if this place is in danger, the world on your earth will be shaky."

After saying this passage slowly, it took Changzhi a long time. The square was silent and the complex wooden language answers seemed like an alien language for most people.

And the fact is also-

Alice instinctively thought the other party was exaggerating, and she asked, "What's here, so important?"

Changzhi was silent for a moment.

"Can't tell them," the short beard next to it spoke in a thick voice, "we can't fully trust these people."

"So we have to find ways to make them trust, short beards, and the heart of the tree guides us, and we must follow the will of the earth."

Changzhi faced Alice and slowly spoke, "It's the heart of the mountains."

"The heart of the mountain?"

Alice pondered the strange noun.

At this time, a slight sound came from above the cliff, and stones in the distance rolled down from the cliff and fell into the abyss. People turned around in that direction vigilantly, and the branches and leaves on the long branches shook for a moment, and the sound was low and trembling:

“They are here.”

It stared at the girl in front of it.

"Humans, you better make a decision quickly."

The faint blue phantom appeared on the other side of the cliff, "Those things!" Someone shouted lowly, like a signal of uneasiness, spreading among the crowd. The people from the Hydra Guild ran out, and they suffered even greater losses in the previous battle. Seeing the demon-like enemy on the cliff, their faces were pale.

The faint blue phantoms quickly disappeared, but the uneasiness did not fade from the crowd. Soon, a rustling sound appeared on this side of the cliff, above people's heads.

"They are here!" The people from the Hydra Guild couldn't help but shout.

Uneasiness can be contagious, let alone the bloody scars were torn a moment ago, and the crowd could not be suppressed. Under such circumstances, they would be almost dead and lifeless against the same enemy.

"These idiots." Yamatolan cursed with a grim expression.

"Can you take us to a safe place?" Alice also looked at the scene. She immediately turned around and asked the tall tree man.

Changzhi nodded slowly.

"At least relatively safe, human."

Alice immediately turned around and relayed its words to Yamatolan.

Yamatolan took off the battle axe from behind and replied without looking back: "Tell it, we agree. As long as we can bring us safely to that place, what else can be worse than staying in this place?"

Alice moved her lips, trying to tell the other party that there was a dead place, that she had seen such a place, an abyss that was even more desperate than despair. But for some thoughts, she swallowed this back into her stomach.

She turned around and nodded to the tall tree man.

"Go behind me, humanity." Changzhi replied seriously.

Alice was slightly stunned: "What?"

"Let them go behind me, everyone."

A faint blue shadow appeared on the other end of the canyon.

The crowd was panicking, and only the guards holding the shield were still calm and did not need anyone to command. They had silently formed a front.

Although it may not be helpful, for the warriors, this is their destiny.

The Changzhi then took a step forward, crossed Alice and Yamatolan, bent down, and rooted his hands like dead trees on the ground. Countless lush branches and leaves grew out of their gray arms, like branches newly grown from the dead trees, like seeds that sprouted the black rock formations. They grew cracks from the ground, and then pulled out vine branches from between the cracks.

The branches with thorns are growing wildly in all directions. They are still expanding outwards, extending to both sides of the rock wall, as if they are drawing nutrients from the entire poor land and consuming all their fire of life. People have never seen such vigorous vitality, which is a lush green under the gray bark. They have never seen spring come, but have already bloomed in winter.

The brilliance in the eyes of the tall tree man gradually dimmed, as if it had injected all life into this wall of thorns, and a thick voice echoed over the canyon:

"Take them away, short beards."

"Let me stop these things."
To be continued...