Chapter 712 Plants

From the room filled with mysterious runes and the magic device of the Eternal Sleeper, there are two ways.

One is the road that Bard took when he came down, connecting the inclined ramp of the upper and middle areas, and the other continued to extend forward to the middle and lower layers of dark chaos.

Standing in front of the corridor leading to the depths, Gawain focused slightly on the distribution of magic power in the surrounding environment.

The subtle energy field that enveloped the entire Solimbord area still exists here, and a steady stream of life force escapes from the roots of the giant tree, as if someone were unleashing an endless healing spell. All organisms are under the influence of this energy field, and even Gawain felt slightly lifted up.

Apart from this energy field, he did not perceive any other threatening aura.

The team that came down together gathered behind Gawain, and the commander of the team quickly gave an order: "A group of five, form a one-two-two exploration formation, and proceed cautiously."

The fully-armed magic energy combatants acted immediately, formed several groups with a vanguard shield guard, two observers, and two firemen, and began to advance in this deep and long corridor. The comprehensive tactical goggles brought The magic field of vision allows them to clearly and intuitively see the distribution of magic power in the underground palace, and the rune light emitted by the magic equipment on their bodies soothes everyone's tense mood.

Only the sound of orderly footsteps remained in the underground palace.

Amber walked beside Gawain, his eyes widening all the way. The dark environment in this underground palace has no effect on her born in the shadow world, and even sees as clearly as day, but she still activates additional shadow vision, because what she sees here is not only visible to the naked eye Scenery, and...something that can only be seen in Shadowvision.

Her eyes slowly glowed with a layer of golden yellow, and a subtle shadow mist rose around her. This appearance was somewhat close to her "shadow fairy" form in the shadow world, but it was obviously controlled deliberately to ensure that the highest shadow was maintained. Under the premise of affinity, it fixes itself in the material world.

Gawain noticed the "half-elf"'s behavior and asked in a low voice, "What did you see?"

"I didn't see anything, but it looks more professional..."

Gao Wen: "..."

"Okay, just kidding," Amber noticed that there were hard-looking stone walls all around, and once it was photographed, it might be really difficult to dig it out, so he quickly restrained his inappropriate joke, "There is indeed something 'something' here. , are the shadow dwellers...everywhere, more numerous than anywhere else."

"Shadow dwellers?" Gawain frowned suddenly, and looked around subconsciously - of course, with his human vision, he would definitely not be able to see those creatures hidden in the shadows, "What are they doing? Is there a threat? ?"

"There should be no threat. They are all on the side of the shadows, and they don't seem to care about our visitors from the material world," Amber blinked, "They are wandering in this corridor... It seems that they are very interested in this underground palace, But nothing more than that."

As she spoke, she paid attention to the "scenery" that only she could see.

In the deep and dark corridor of the underground palace, the world gradually turned into black and white. In that faded world, groups of human-shaped phantoms wrapped in rune cloth belts were wandering, rubbing shoulders with Gawain and the others. He passed by, completely ignoring the visitors from the material world, but only when passing by Amber, occasionally a shadow dweller stopped and nodded slightly or grunted to say hello.

Amber shrank his neck, and suddenly there was such a shuddering feeling in these creatures who were friendly to him in the past.

She restrained a part of the power of shadow, pulled herself away from the shadow world, and fixed herself more closely to the real world.

She belongs here, and she doesn't want to go back to that world.

At the same time, the team had already walked through the long corridor, and after passing through a cracked door, Gawain found himself walking into a hall.

The hall is wide, the roof is high, the stone (or some kind of artificial material similar to stone) walls and ground can see the runes that have been extinguished and the magic metal that has cooled, this should have been a solemn and important place, But at the moment it was a mess, the long table for the party was torn apart, the seats fell to the ground, and a large number of roots drilled from the ceiling and the ground almost completely occupied the entire space, criss-crossing the hall. Like a jungle.

In fact, if it wasn't for these ubiquitous roots wrapping around and wrapping almost the entire underground palace, this huge underground ruin would have collapsed long ago. After all, the man-made god had severely damaged the stratum structure under Solinburg when it came out. , and then a plant larger than the castle emerged from here. This underground palace can remain stable after such a tossing. It can only be said that these roots are credited.

It's true that plant roots can maintain soil and water (fog).

Gawain glanced at the hall, vaguely recognized some features, and then realized that he had "seen" this place.

This is the "council hall" that appeared in the dream that Bud fell into, but what Gawain saw in the same dream was what the hall looked like when it was complete.

"It seems that I really walked into the council hall now..." Bud also recognized this place, and he muttered with emotion, his eyes swept between the messy tables and chairs and the root jungle that filled the hall.

There is no presbytery holding a meeting, there is no bright magic spar light, what is here is just a mess, and the slight friction from the depths of the roots of the plants.

Small friction sound?

Gawain and Bud heard those strange noises at the same time, the former immediately raised his head and looked vigilantly at a dark corner deep in the hall.

The soldiers also reacted, all kinds of weapons pointed not far away at the same time, and the slight click of the weapon safety opening instantly rang out.

"Stay vigilant - be careful of misfire," Gawain reminded in a low voice, then raised the pioneer sword in one hand, and walked forward intently.

In the messy beam of light from the personal lighting equipment, a tangled and twisted group of roots (or vines) slowly wriggled in the corner of the hall. Gawain pressed his hand back, signaling the soldiers not to fire rashly, and then quietly watched As the vine turned and deformed, in a light green streamer, a female figure slowly emerged from among the plants.

Bertila Augustus - in the real world.

She closed her eyes slightly, and her face was still familiar to Gawain, but her body seemed to have merged with the plant. She was covered with a "dress" that seemed to be a mixture of plant horny and leaves. , cervical vertebrae, etc., there are roots growing out, and flower vines are connected to the root groups in the hall. This strange posture is not so much that she is connected to these roots, it is better to say...

Her current body is a part of this giant tree, and part of the structure of this giant tree has become Bertila, or... she has become the giant tree of Thorin.

Gawain didn't know what kind of situation it was, he could only judge that the "Bertier" in front of him was not sober.

She closed her eyes slightly, and did not respond to the uninvited guests and the flashing lights around her. She was holding a strange thick book in her hand, which seemed to be the thing she tried her best to protect before she lost consciousness. Beside her, Gawain sensed a very clear fluctuation of magic power.

It is indeed therapy.

She is constantly releasing healing techniques to the outside world, and the entire Thorin giant tree, under her influence, communicates with the magic of nature, generating an uninterrupted life field, which directly leads to the entire Thorin area for several days and nights. Full recovery, vitality reconstruction.

"It doesn't seem to be responding..." Amber carefully observed the strange woman in front of her, she knew that the other party used to be a dark and cunning fallen Druid, but now the other party's form is closer to a dangerous monster, "She is releasing a healing Is it surgery... close your eyes and open surgery to heal in a dream, and sleep to save lives and wounds?"

Gawain frowned and observed the strange scene in front of him, guessing the reason for Bertila's strange state. He looked up at the pile of twisted and tangled roots, and vaguely had some associations.

"There should be something behind this," he said suddenly, "open these roots."

Immediately, a soldier stepped forward and began to clean up those intertwined roots. Gawain turned his head and glanced at Bertila, whose eyes were still slightly closed, as if falling asleep. On the latter's face... he did not see the slightest change in expression.

This dark priest seems to have become a real plant, and plants are bloodless and tearless.

The intertwined roots were tougher than expected. The soldiers took a long time to clear the gap before finally opening a gap. A soldier who probed in took a look and immediately shouted: "There really is something behind this! It's a secret room!"

Behind the entrance covered by roots is a secret room.

The secret room was full of black "objects" whose original shape could no longer be seen, and only the outline of the human body could be roughly seen.

The sight was tingling: hundreds of humanoids were piled up in the chamber, and countless crisscrossing vines snaked around them, connecting their flesh and blood, to the roots on the nearby walls, their The vitality has obviously been cut off, but the vines connected to them are lush, and Bertila outside the secret...

He is still casting healing spells on these dead cultists over and over again.

These healings were not for nothing: she forcibly maintained the lifeless humanoids in a state of immortality and imprisoned their last remaining spiritual fragments in the behemoth plant.

Now, Gawain finally knew how the dream that Bud encountered came from.

Amber also glanced at the secret room, the strange scene inside gave her goosebumps, the half-elf quickly came back and whispered beside Gawain: "This thing is too evil... These cultists don't like it, but it's too scary for them to end up looking like this, isn't it?"

"The madman finally got a crazy end," Gawain retracted his gaze from the secret room and sighed softly, "Judging from the timetable of the Crystal Cluster Army getting out of control, it took about half a month for the man-made god to go crazy and completely drill out of the surface. Imprisoned time, during this time, this underground palace was closed, and the last cultists and the terrifying monsters they created were locked in the dark underground together... After madness, there is distortion, and after distortion, mutation, this A giant tree that covers less than half of Thorin's area is their final end."

He has now vaguely understood the birth of this giant tree.

"How to deal with this?" Amber looked at Gawain, "Let them maintain this state? Or set a fire?"

"Although they are already dead... but if they continue like this, no one knows if they will change unexpectedly," Gawain shook his head. "As for the arson... maybe it's unnecessary."

As he spoke, he came to the side of "Bertiera" who had turned into a plant.

Plants are indeed bloodless and tearless.

But it's not plants that dream.

"Stop, they are all dead." Gawain said to Bertila.

Bertila still closed her eyes slightly, not responding to outside sounds.

Gao Wen raised his eyebrows: "Fake sleep won't solve the problem, or do you want me to teach you how to be a human being again in the real world?"

After a few seconds of silence, Amber and the others were surprised to find that Bertila's healing had really stopped.

The "life force field" filled in the surrounding space is still being maintained, which seems to have become a certain characteristic of the "Thorin Giant Tree" and cannot be easily dissipated, but the healing technique that Bertila maintains in this underground space has really stopped. .

She finally opened her eyes slowly, with a kind of heterogeneous, slow and low tone, looked at Gawain and said, "Sure enough...it's you..."

Gawain knew that the other party was referring to the "dream encounter" when he was at the border of the Gondor wasteland. At that time, he deceived and fooled the past by pretending to be the founding monarch of Augustus, but obviously, Bertila now finally realized the truth.

It's just that even if she wants to understand everything at this time, it doesn't make sense.

Gawain suddenly felt a little emotional.

He really did not expect that he would see Bertila again under such circumstances, and would witness the final outcome of these dark druids under such circumstances.

These crazy, paranoid, and extreme cultists finally ruined themselves with their own twisted magic.

They themselves became the gravegrass of this dark sect...the gravegrass in the true sense.

Although the scale of this burial grass is a bit larger.

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