Crimson Servant

There are blue-green glowing mushrooms growing around the corridor leading to the lower level. When touched, luminous spores will be ejected around them to increase the brightness. However, these light particles that have separated from the mother body deplete very quickly. Jurgen has just collected some and put them in a glass bottle. , the light dimmed.

A rotten smell permeated the dimly lit space, like rancid cold meat, and the dank air sent chills down one's spine.

Karl's shield was cast with dancing lights, walking in front to illuminate the darkness in the cave. Because these caves were originally dug by roots. There are many side roads and dead ends. Use experience to select the largest caves but occasionally mistakes will be made.

Jurgen smelled and felt the soil around him, pointing to a path. The druid's insight aroused Karl's strong curiosity. He lowered his hand and touched the dwarf's shoulder with the back of his hand.

"How did you find out? Are there any clues in the mud? There is a little leprechaun hiding in it that only talks to druids?"

Jurgen looked at the tall young man in front of him and was silent for a few seconds. "Do you remember that automaton who knew alchemy? She said that there is a hormone-regulating control device tied to the root system of the tree mother. That machine must be bound to On the taproot, because that is the easiest place to stimulate the effect. There is a joke in the Druid community, 'Every machine is a colander'. It means that no matter how sophisticated the design of man-made creations are, there will be gaps, leaks or contamination. Especially those that are powered by electricity. . Electronic machinery that continues to operate will continue to emit a weak energy, energy similar to lightning."

"Can the druid detect that thing?" Karl was surprised.

"The senses of animals and plants are much sharper than ours, and druids can detect their abnormalities."

For a moment, Jurgen discovered the reason why he felt unnatural: John did not make a sarcastic attack on Karl's mindless words.

John was standing behind the two of them, with the brim of his hooded robe pulled down so low that the light could barely shine on his face, leaving only a darkness above his collar. He basically didn't speak along the way. He simply answered Jurgen's questions and his desire to talk was obviously reduced. He was especially indifferent to Karl and deliberately maintained social distance.

Jurgen was amused by what seemed like an offensive and defensive reversal. This was a matter between two young men and he would not interfere. The dwarf who pretended to be deaf regretted not making a pot of hot tea before. A wave of pleasure arose in his head, exuding a wonderful smell like nectar.

Lightning had been trembling, and the arakkoa had been shrinking from the moment he descended into the tree hole. The increasingly obvious low temperature as he went deeper caught him off guard. He kept breathing at the end of the line and wrapped a scarf that had been wrapped three times around his neck.

John looked at the feathers on the arakkoa that looked smaller due to tightening, and said doubtfully: "I thought you were the one who was the most cold-resistant."

Lightning hung a leather beak sheath on his beak, and hung a fixed leather rope on the back of his neck. His voice was booming, but he no longer trembled, "I am winter-resistant, but it is summer now. The feathers of the arakkoa will become thicker or sparser with the seasons. Other races can't tell the difference, but I am the heat dissipation type who is most afraid of the cold."

Jurgen took off his backpack and said, "I still have plenty of clothes, if you don't mind that the size is too small."

Lightning declined him politely. He pointed to the sheath on his beak, "I have this beak cover. Excess clothing will get in the way and affect my activities. The beak cover will cover the sensitive sensory organs around my nose, allowing the environment to affect our The effect is reduced. Yes, it can't insulate the arakkoa from the cold, but it can give the arakkoa a strong psychological effect. The beak muff will make us dull, but it will also make the arakkoa brave and fearless."

Jurgen nodded, "This reminds me of some of the winged berserkers I once met. They would indeed wear some gorgeously textured decorations on their beaks to cover the upper part of the beaks. I thought it was just a kind of beauty. The Yiren culture turns out to have practical effects.”

That thing is equivalent to the [Soothing Technique] that the Crow people gave themselves, but it won't last long, and the cold will still affect him. The team accelerated forward and quickly left this dank and cold time. Moving your body is enough to generate heat, and so is entering a fight.

Soon, Karl understood that they had reached the fourth floor, and his eyes suddenly opened up. The rolling hills were outlined by the moonlight, leaving hazy shadows on the night curtain.

The cold wind was blowing, and the ambient temperature here might not be much higher than that in the tree hole, but there was no strong humidity, and the Yaren immediately felt much more comfortable.

"Oh my, my foot is stuck!" Carl yelled, trying hard to lift the sole of his foot that was swallowed by the earth.

He succeeded, and many flying particles came out of the boots he lifted in mid-air.

"It's just sand." Jurgen bent down and grabbed a handful of sand. The silvery fine sand ran through his fingers and felt like smooth velvet.

They were standing in an icy desert. The continuous distant mountains were tall sand dunes, and the wonderful hazy feeling was like grains of sand blown by the wind.

"I hate sand." The Paladin once again put his feet out, and the armor on his body made him sink like a weight.

"The air is very dry, so we need to pay attention to hydration." Jurgen's beard has not yet grown well, and the dwarf without the protection of a natural filter always feels itchy on his chin.

Lightning is quite at home in the desert. His feathers are light and not weighed down by sagging, and he wears a beak muzzle on his mouth. The only drawback is that it's a little cold.

"There is still one sun missing. Hey, if there is no sun, how did the desert form here?"

The dwarf turned around, looked at the tree hole behind him, and boldly made a guess: "The maintenance systems on the third and fourth floors may be interconnected. I have paid attention to the direction of the irrigation pipes on the third layer. The main part of the tree goes up and down." The mother has taken over the water source, causing this layer of soil to lose nutrients and become desertified. As for the sun..."

They followed Jurgen's gaze to John, the man who destroyed the Arcane Sun.

"The sun is gone too."

Karl sat on the shield, took off his boots and poured out the sand inside, "Then where should we go? There are no road signs in this damn place, and I can't even tell the direction."

The dwarves and arakkoa looked around. Indeed, there was endless sand all around.

The man in the robe raised his hand and pointed at the only source of light high up.

"Then head towards the moon."

"After all, if the sun is gone, where will the moon come from?"

After being reminded by John, several people realized that the full moon that fit the environment was the most unreasonable. This was an underground city, not a real outside desert.

That is not the moon, but a device left by the ancient Asht wizard to illuminate the entire fourth level. It may be a tall lighthouse.

In any case, the only known building became the inevitable choice for the Sun Team. Carrying the frost-like moonlight on their shoulders, they headed towards the only light.

They leave their footprints in the sand, and soon the wind will smooth them away.

But before that, abnormal protrusions in the sand had destroyed the footprints, and the continuous surge of protrusions chased several people in the direction of the footprints.

The danger under the desert has quietly arrived.