I'm trapped in a cube

"Wait here first, I'll go get the leader..."

In a daze, Mo Ling seemed to hear a hoarse voice.

It was a strange-sounding language, like the roar of some wild beast, but when he heard this language, Mo Ling felt a sense of familiarity in his heart.

"It's the language of the dark race."

Mo Ling recognized it immediately.

"Where did those guys send me..."

He seemed to be sent to an unknown place by the coordinate system constructed by the spear.

Thinking of the spear, Mo Ling's heart trembled violently, and his blood vessels began to wave, twisting and swinging in the air, quickly pushing the surrounding darkness into the center, and gradually, it condensed into a black spear in the air!

This was the spear that had just been inserted into the coordinate system. After Mo Ling fell into the coordinate system, the spear followed and drilled into the heart on top of his head.

Inside the spear, some dark lines were constantly rotating. If you listen carefully, you can hear some rustling sounds coming from it, as if a group of people were talking, but you can't hear what they are talking about.

This black spear just floated in the encirclement of Mo Ling's blood vessels, as if it had become a part of Mo Ling's body.

Mo Ling stood up, stretched out his forelimbs, and held the spear.

The moment he held it, the lines inside the spear suddenly stopped rotating, and the sounds of the conversation also stopped abruptly, and the shadow on the spear suddenly extended towards Mo Ling's body.

Then, the hard spear turned into a soft shadow and got into Mo Ling's hand. He waved his hand casually, and the shadow turned into a huge arm with sharp black claws on it. Under the action of inertia, the claws stabbed into the ground fiercely, leaving several deep grooves on the ground.

Boom!

The smoke and dust filled the sky, and the sand dug out by the claws scattered into the night sky, breaking the silence of the night at this moment.

Mo Ling looked at the huge claws, a little at a loss.

He just felt that the spear seemed to be able to turn into something else, so he experimented, but he didn't expect to make such a big noise...

A figure ran through the dust and hurried to Mo Ling.

It was a dark race that looked exactly like him, with a very strong body, but the heart on the top of the head was very small and the blood vessels were very sparse.

"Didn't I tell you to wait first?"

After a while, dense footsteps came from the dust again, and figures came through the dust and came to Mo Ling.

Then, one of the companions who was two or three times taller than Mo Ling slowly walked towards him...

"Are you from the Polar Night Tribe?"

The companion said to Mo Ling condescendingly.

"Polar Night?"

"This kind of thing can only be made by the Polar Night tribe." He pointed to Mo Ling's black claws stuck in the ground and said calmly.

It turned out that those sparks belonged to the Polar Night tribe...

Has the Polar Night tribe been swallowed by the flames? Or was part of it swallowed?

Mo Ling looked at the claws and carefully manipulated them. The claws turned into a shadow again and returned to his body.

"It seems that you are indeed from the Polar Night tribe."

The tall companion in front of him saw that Mo Ling manipulated it so easily, so he directly accepted Mo Ling's identity.

"Are you coming to the Cold Night tribe to convey some news? Or are you here to avoid the flames?" The tall companion continued to ask.

"Cold Night tribe? Are you here the Cold Night tribe?" Mo Ling asked hurriedly.

"Yes." The tall companion replied.

Mo Ling immediately remembered what the Mars had told him.

"The Polar Night Tribe asked me to come and pass on a message. Is your leader here?"

"I am." The tall companion said lightly: "I am the leader of the Cold Night Tribe. You can call me Hanchao."

"Hanchao..." Mo Ling silently recited the name in his heart.

"What did the Polar Night Tribe ask you to tell me?" The tall figure bowed slightly and came in front of Mo Ling.

Looking at this extremely oppressive body, Mo Ling couldn't help but sigh that the difference between individuals of the dark race was so great.

"They asked me to tell you... Don't try to kill the flame, but try to make it mutate, twist it, and make it what we want it to be like it did to us..."

Mo Ling told Hanchao exactly what the Polar Night Tribe said.

After listening to Mo Ling's words, Hanchao was silent, and kept bowing for a long time, and his aura became more and more solemn.

Mo Ling even felt that he had said something wrong, which caused the dissatisfaction of the leader.

But not long after, Hanchao stood up again, waved his hand, and asked the tribesmen who were watching to disperse first.

"Friend, come with me, Hanqin, come too."

"Okay."

...

Mo Ling and the strong companion he met at the beginning followed Hanchao to a hidden place at the foot of the mountain.

After there were no companions around, Hanchao suddenly turned around and asked seriously: "Does the Polar Night Tribe know what I am doing?"

Hearing Hanchao's question, Mo Ling was stunned. He was just a messenger and didn't know how to answer.

"How did you know? I have been doing it so secretly..."

"But since you were asked to come, you should also want to help me."

"But why did you come?"

Hanchao looked at Mo Ling and walked around him a few times. The drooping hair brushed Mo Ling's body like some kind of hard brush...

"Your body seems to be a little bit wrong."

Hanchao suddenly squatted down and let the heart on his head come in front of Mo Ling.

Thump! Thump!

The heart drove Mo Ling's body to resonate a few times, as if Hanchao was checking Mo Ling's whole body in this way.

After the heart received the information sent back by the resonance, Hanchao stood up again.

Then, before Mo Ling could react, he swung his claws violently and cut off one of Mo Ling's blood vessels.

The blood vessel sprayed blood and fell to the ground. Mo Ling, who came to his senses, was about to fight back, but found that the blood vessel that had just been cut had grown out again in an instant.

Not only that, the blood vessel that fell to the ground also disappeared, and even the blood that had just sprayed disappeared.

Everything that just happened seemed to be just an illusion.

Mo Ling seemed to be injured, but also seemed not to be injured.

He couldn't even remember if he felt any "pain" just now.

"How could this happen?"

Mo Ling was stunned, not knowing whether he should continue to fight back.

After the attack, Han Chao excitedly came to Mo Ling, as if he wanted to hug Mo Ling with his strong arms, but he seemed to be afraid of hurting Mo Ling, so he just stood there at a loss.

"I know why I asked you to come!"

"You are from a different time zone!"