HP's Foreign Land

The white light suddenly brightened, and the eight-eyed spiders that were driving at a high speed suddenly stopped their forward pace and let out a sound of discomfort. They are very sensitive to the light source.

"It's not wise of you to do that," said the spider guide to Heimdall.

"I'm sorry, I'll be fine soon." After the words fell, Heimdall decisively turned off the fluorescent lights.

He wanted to record everything he experienced just now, while his memory was still fresh.

When they ran out of the troll's territory and walked forward for a certain distance, after confirming that they were safe, Heimdall took out a pen and paper in the dark. Although his eyes were used to the weak visible light here, these The light was not enough to provide him with the illuminance to write fluently on the notebook.

Just now Heimdall picked up the notebook and held it in front of his eyes for a long time. He could only roughly identify the position of the text, let alone a single letter, and he couldn't read a single word clearly.

In desperation, I had no choice but to cast magic on the notebook, let it hover beside me, then take out the error-correcting version of the automatic shorthand quill, light on the fluorescent flashing to confirm the exact position of the pen and paper, wait for everyone to take their positions, and then turn off the pen. Turn off the light source and let the automatic shorthand quill do the copying by itself, all he has to do is mutter beside him.

The automatic shorthand quill faithfully records all the contents of Heimdall's thoughts, flutters lightly on the small book, and the pen moves freely. It does not need light when it works, as long as it has a place to play - paper.

Little Eight Eyes climbed down from Heimdall's head and landed on his shoulders. The eight corn-sized eyes stared intently at the quill dancing in the dark, full of curiosity that could not be concealed.

"Have you never seen it? This is automatic... Ouch!"

Heimdall let out a fierce howl, Little Bayan was startled, and slid back to the top of Heimdall's head. He catted quietly for a while, and when he found that there was no movement, he carefully parted a bunch of hair in front of him. , the probe looks down.

It turned out that the automatic shorthand quill pen slapped its owner with its tail. The back end of this pen is different from ordinary quill pens, with a long hook shaped like a hairpin—most people who have seen this design know that, This is the function of a bookmark—anyway, the things that can fasten the pages of the book are not soft things, and there is a layer of finely carved, angular reliefs floating on the hooks. Without leaving any traces on its face, it is ashamed to say that its tail is a bookmark.

Heimdall rubbed his face and couldn't help but leaned back, so he hardly used this pen at ordinary times, its error-correcting ability was too brutal.

In the process of using it, any speech that does not match the preamble is regarded as a grammatical error-don't expect it to distinguish which words have nothing to do with the record by artificial intelligence-Heimdall just got excited and chatted with Xiao Bayan, and the result I was carelessly caught by this pen and slapped in the face, thinking about it makes me sad.

What's hateful is that after the error-correcting shorthand quill was used violently, it didn't know how to restrain itself. It flew around in front of his eyes, and the tip of the pen stomped on the paper repeatedly, making a chug-chug sound, and the veins on Heimdall's forehead stood up. up.

It is said that the more advanced the magic product, the more it can reflect the temperament of the maker. The higher the level, the more complex the magic, and the more vivid it is.If this statement is true, it is conceivable that the wizard who invented this error-correcting version of the automatic shorthand quill must have a hateful personality.

However, it is somewhat similar to another world-renowned magic artifact, the Golden Snitch.

"I write it myself!" Heimdall couldn't bear it anymore.

The quill vibrated violently for a moment, leaving an abstract mess on the paper, then fell weakly and was caught by Heimdall.

The ball of calligraphy left on the paper by the quill pen is wild and inexplicable, but the trend of the lines, the sparse distribution, and the black and white contrast effect of the composition, no matter how you look at it, there is a sense of ridicule in it.He not only slapped himself, but also dared to despise himself, Heimdall felt that this was going to turn the world upside down.

"It deserves to be hidden in the snow!" He glared fiercely at the pen in his hand for a moment, and when he put the pen back into his pocket, his movements were still as careful as before.

At this moment, the galloping pace of the spider guide suddenly slowed down. Heimdall was caught off guard, but fortunately he grabbed the big pincers in time, and after calming down, he asked with lingering fear, "What's going on?"

The spider guide didn't answer, and when he reached the edge of a big tree stump, he resolutely abandoned the route just now, and instead plunged into a difficult bush.

This shrub has luxuriant branches and leaves, which are more closely intertwined. They are obviously short and short plants, but they grow thick and vigorous. The highest leaves are just below the back of the spider guide. Heimdall crawled flatly on its back. On the ground, as long as you don't look closely, you can't see it. In addition, the light here is not enough. All in all, it is a pretty good hiding place.

"Is there a situation ahead?"

Otherwise, why change directions?Because the situation was unclear, Heimdall involuntarily lowered his voice.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he uttered the question, his whole body froze involuntarily. The sudden strange feeling made Heimdall's back shudder, and he was extremely shocked. He must have been under some kind of magic.

Who is it?What magic was cast?at what time?He didn't know anything about it. The most frightening thing for him was that the spider prince under him was not spared, and he was hit with him, as if he had hit an invisible wall with his head, and seemed to be under a spell that restrained his whole body. .

The pressure from the head does not decrease, it can be seen that the little eight eyes are also within the range of magic radiation, and want to look back at other spiders, but the neck does not obey, not only the neck, but even the fingers cannot move.

Heimdall was shocked.

"Don't panic, we'll pass right away." The spider guide's voice reached his ears, and the flat tone eased Heimdall's chaotic thoughts.

Facts proved that Prince Spider's words were correct. After a while, the restraints covering his whole body were suddenly withdrawn, and Heimdall felt his whole body loosen, and his body was his own again.

"What is this..." Heimdall, who was lying on the spider's back, raised his head, and the voice disappeared.

what is that?

About [-] centimeters in length, covered with messy dark hair, the hair on the top of the head is slightly better than the hair on the body, but it is also messy like a chicken coop, the hair is so long that it covers the face, so the eyes cannot be seen, but the nose is It was outrageously disproportionately large, protruding abruptly from a face that was almost covered by hair and could not see clearly.

The two feet are very large, each foot has only two toes, the wrist is long and short, the big palm is the opposite of the slender wrist, like a cattail fan, and the fingers are thick and short like a carrot.

At this moment, this little thing is bossing around the spider prince, which is dozens of times bigger than it, and yelling intermittently, as if scolding the spiders for their rash appearance, trying to stop them from moving forward.

"Panglock?!" Heimdall couldn't help exclaiming in a low voice, it seems that it cast the range magic just now.

Ponlock, a magical animal that Heimdall once read in a textbook, the British habitat is in the south of Ireland, I didn't expect to see them in the Forbidden Forest.

Ponlock is the guardian of horses. Their survival goal is to protect horses. It can be said that this magical animal was born for horses. If one day the horses in the world become extinct, it means that that day is Ponlock end.

Panglock, who did not show the slightest fear even in the face of the fierce and unrecognizable behemoth eight-eyed spider, heard Heimdall's voice and found his voice for the first time, and screamed violently, full of drama Take three steps backwards, and disappear from sight like a house-elf.

By the way, the book also said that Ponlock is extremely shy in ordinary life, but their shy objects do not include humans. They are out of fear and distrust of humans, so as soon as humans approach them, they will be fleeting. .

Heimdall felt that he was in the Forbidden Forest, the boss that could never be killed in horror movies.

Citigroup has a thriller movie called "Scream" that was shot in four consecutive films.

"People are really useful sometimes." After a moment of silence, the spider prince said.

"Don't mock me." Heimdall smiled wryly.

It's right, they're unimpeded now.

"A rare opportunity." Prince Spider gloated unabashedly.

"I think you and my Olar will have a lot in common." Heimdall raised the corner of his mouth maliciously.

The spider prince wilted without any suspense.

"...Don't you want to know why Panglock appeared?" After a while, the voice of the spider leader sounded again.

"Are you changing the subject?"

"...That's right."

"Well, you succeeded, I really want to know." Heimdall laughed.

Prince Spider heaved a sigh of relief, feeling powerless in his heart, "Go a little further and you'll know."

Then, it stopped talking, and Heimdall knew that it was time to keep silent, so he held his breath and waited for the spider prince under him, moving forward slowly and cautiously.

Heimdall didn't know why it suddenly became cautious. Could it be that it was afraid of Ponlock?Thinking like this, Heimdall noticed a black shadow appearing on their left side, moving forward together with the walking speed of the spiders.

Heimdall squinted his eyes and observed for a long time, guessing that this black shadow was probably Ponlock, but it was unclear if it was the one just now.

It was clearly terrified of itself, but it still carefully landed beside them. To make it so risk-free, could it be that the front is the habitat of the horses?

The Spider Prince stopped abruptly, Heimdall raised his head suspiciously, and then he couldn't take his eyes off again.

On an open field 2 to 30 meters ahead, two unicorns, one big and one small, are eating something with their heads down. It may be ordinary flowers and plants, or unusual flowers and plants, or a specific fern. ...But whatever it is, Heimdall has no time to make those judgments now, and now he only has those two pure and flawless lives in his eyes.

Heimdall suddenly realized why Ponlock was so close to the enemy.

"Can you get closer?" Heimdall couldn't help asking.

The Ponlock immediately babbled, and the Spider Prince seemed to understand what it meant, so he said to Heimdall, "I'm afraid it won't work."

Heimdall understood Ponlock's cautiousness very well, but he was particularly puzzled by the eight-eyed prince's obedience. Could it be that this guy was afraid of offending Ponlock?Or is it just out of respect or love for unicorns?

It is reasonable for the horse people to love unicorns. When did the eight-eyed spider know how to promote truth, goodness and beauty?

These thoughts only flashed in his mind, and Heimdall turned his mind to the pair of beautiful lives. The opportunity to see a unicorn with his own eyes is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he can see a few more times.

Heimdall greedily caught every move of the unicorns with his eyes, but unfortunately they were too quiet, too elegant, so elegant that they were almost autistic, they didn't move for a long time, and they hardly made a sound.

Thinking of the headmaster's Sahara Bloodmane, which is always in the restless period of youth, it is obviously related to ordinary horses, why is it so different?

The big unicorn was an adult, with a silvery white body, without a trace of variegation.The little unicorn is still in its infancy, it has no horns, and its hair is dazzling golden, that is, it is less than two years old. It is so golden that it can be seen in the Forbidden Forest.

The bored Heimdall was a little worried about the chaos of the world. He didn't know how the unicorns' single-body combat ability was. The iconic long horn on their foreheads should have a certain attack ability, right?

"Hold on firmly." Prince Spider suddenly threw out these words, and then Xuansi climbed up.

again? !

The first time is raw and the second time is familiar, Heimdall already has the correct conditioned reflex this time, and he is no longer panicked like the first time.

As the height gradually climbed, the Ponlock on the ground couldn't help but tense up. If they made any rash moves on it, it would use its simple magic to stop them.

However, Pang Locke guessed the possible conflict, but he failed to guess the target. Indeed, the reckless actions did not come from the sky, but from the ground.

Accompanied by the roaring sound of humming, a huge figure appeared in the open space ahead, and with heavy steps, it approached the unicorn mother and child who were looking for food.

Panglock disappeared from the bushes, and when it reappeared, the mountain giant wielding a huge mallet suddenly paused, and saw a beanie raised his hands imposingly, and cast With magic that can stop it from moving, without thinking, without hesitation.

The unicorn mother guarded the frightened baby behind her. The unicorn baby was too small to run and stumble. Even if she took the baby to escape now, she would not be far away.

If the baby survives and it dies, a unicorn so small can't survive on its own, so the mother unicorn decides to stay and put all her eggs in one basket.

Because the mountain giant has an advantage in size, it is a creature that is not easily affected by magic like the giants who are also citizens of the adult country. Although Panglock has the ability to temporarily restrain the actions of others, he is not as good as the 4-meter-high mountain monster. Is at a loss.Its magic only worked a little bit at the first time, and it stopped the troll for about a few seconds. The troll quickly adapted to this little trick that was not painful to it, and smashed it with a high mallet. go down.

The stick rose and the stick fell, and Douding was easily thrown into the air. After a very low roar of pain, Douding appeared in front of the unicorn again, raised his hands again, cast a weak magic, and was thrown out again... …

The troll seemed to have found a novel toy. It was very rare for this long-haired bean that was thrown out again and again, and appeared again and again. Looking at Douding's appearance, what made him happy was that Douding never disappointed him once.

When Douding, covered in blood, stood in front of the unicorn again without hesitation, the unicorn mother shed tears, but Douding, who was trembling and unable to walk steadily, stopped it firmly again.

Panglock wants to protect the unicorn, and Panglock cannot make the unicorn afraid.

It is faithfully interpreting Ponlock's belief in why he lives.

The unicorn mother looked up to the sky and screamed, her mournful call made the listeners cry.

When the wind blows on the ground, the vegetation in the Forbidden Forest rustles and whispers, which is the sigh of nature.

Also touched was Heimdall on the Internet.

He said dryly: "Have you already detected the troll's walking route?"

Spider-Prince didn't speak, and in fact the answer was irrelevant.

Sudden diversions, moving forward in the bushes, obedience to Panglock, who is obviously weaker than himself, and silently weaving a net on the tree... The blurry picture before became clear at this moment up.

Heimdall once again told himself that eight-eyed spiders cannot be judged by human moral standards. There is nothing wrong with them not reporting what they know, and there is nothing wrong with turning a blind eye.

Life in this world is not easy for everyone.

"One thing I want to confirm." Heimdall took Little Eight Eyes off his head and placed it on Prince Spider's back.

"You said."

"This is no longer the troll's territory, is it? In other words, if I did something to the mountain troll who was indiscriminately attacking other people's territory, could it be attributed to self-protection?"

"Yes."

"very good!"

As soon as the words fell, Heimdall jumped off the spider prince's back, and Little Eight Eyes jumped up nervously—falling from such a height would kill someone, but the next second, he was stunned together with other spiders.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." The giant monster who was being violent suddenly let out a scream, the mallet slipped from his hand, and hit the mud with a bang. .

Panglock, who closed his eyes and waited for the mallet to fall, raised his eyes blankly, his eyes were blurred with blood, and he could only vaguely see a group of white shadows shaking in the sky, and the white shadows were flying around the head of the giant monster, and the giant monster kept fighting. Letting out an unpleasant and ear-piercing wail, the huge palm grabbed the white shadow randomly, but nothing was found, it had no time to hurt the unicorn.

Panglock stood blankly for a while—as if he was thinking about why this happened, until the unicorn mother worriedly licked its blood-stained hair with her tongue, it reacted suddenly, and opened its eyes wide with all its strength, wanting to see After clearing the white shadow, he was surprised to find that there was darkness in front of him.

Panglock passed out.