Chapter 346 Leaving (Modified, Thanks to Super Silver League Ksg, Magic Feather)

"How could he be like this?" Hermione watched a living troll suddenly turn into dust in front of her, feeling a bit incomprehensible.

"I think he is controlled by the Guthias tree. Therefore, once the Gusias tree inside is burned, he can't continue to survive in this world. If the two trees were not killed by us , it should end up the same as this giant monster," Allen speculated.

After waiting outside the cave for a long time, the crackling sound of the flames inside gradually stopped.

After waiting for a while, Allen listened carefully, and there was silence inside.

"I'll go in and take a look." Allen walked in first.

It was scorched black everywhere, and as far as the eye could see, it was empty. Only the lingering heat in the air announced what had just happened here.

"Huh?" Allen walked to where the Gusyas tree was.

Under the scorched darkness, a dark hole was revealed.

After Allen detected, no abnormal sound was heard. He slowly slid down the hole, and finally he only had ten fingers to cling to the edge of the hole.

He glanced at the situation below, let go of his hands, and the cold, damp air whizzed past his ears.

He fell, fell, fell, and—

An exceptionally bright room appeared in front of him.

The originally gorgeous granite reliefs on the walls of this house have been basically broken, and large and small stones are scattered on the ground.

A gigantic statue of a woman towers over the west side of the room. The statue's deep-set eye sockets glowed brown, casting a dark shadow on the ground.

"Eris, the goddess of misfortune." Alan looked at the nameplate engraved under the statue and knew the identity of the statue.

Allen looked at the face of the statue, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt familiar, and he couldn't help muttering to himself, "Unlike the ones I've seen before, this statue is obviously older, and the crown on her head makes her look a little bit older." Like Rowena Ravenclaw."

Allen's eyes fixed on the crown on the statue's head.

The brown gemstone in the center of the crown was faintly flickering, and Allen keenly captured this.

Allen stretched out his wand, aimed at the gem, carefully controlled the strength, and dug it off the crown.

Allen has seen many treasures, but he still can't help being fascinated by this gem.

The brown streamer flashed on the gemstone from time to time, showing its unusualness.

It is pure and immaculate with earthy tones.

"This is the fourth gemstone I own. I don't know what function you have?"

Allen put the gem into the storage grid and used the system to identify it.

"The gem of Eris has a miraculous effect on the birth of plants." Allen thought of the garden in the tower and looked forward to it.

Putting the gem away, Allen looked around, and there was nothing worth noting.

This trip was worthwhile, Allen felt that in addition to his nickname "Score Controller", maybe he could also add a "Gem Collector".

After joining Hermione and Luna, the three returned the same way.

The return journey is much faster than the arrival time.

In that prison they took Taragon, still weak.

Seeing Alan and the others, Taragon breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to stay here any longer.

Here will remind him of those depressive and hopeless memories.

"My companions, are they all right??" Taragon asked hopefully.

Allen shook his head and remained silent.

Taragon lowered his head and didn't cry, but it made people feel the indescribable deep sadness in him.

When passing through the territory of the trolls, Allen thought there was still some entanglement.

After all, Drogon is following Luna now, unwilling to go back to the cage to be a holy dragon. But what I didn't expect was that the entire troll's territory was empty.

The group of people did not relax their vigilance because of this, until they came to the dark area that could lead to the outside world that Mibo had pointed out.

The passage to the Underdark is in disarray,

Staggered and chaotic huge footprints, overturned living supplies, traces of things dragging past...

"It seems that the trolls have temporarily evacuated." Allen said.

"It should be Mibo, he must have told Yusdayel about our strength and Drogon's affairs." Hermione guessed.

"We don't mean to liquidate." Allen shook his head. It's good for them to avoid it. It's best to avoid a little trouble.

After leaving the underground castle smoothly, they came to the Great Rift Valley.

On a narrow platform full of gravel, gravel, and small animal bones, a young tree was smashed to pieces.

"Its branches and leaves are the same as those of the Guthias tree. Compared with those withered saplings, it is like a carefully raised child, with lush branches and green color. Even though it has lost its life now, it is still full of color and luster." Hermione bent down and observed the sapling with broken leaves.

"Perhaps that's why Bellick held us back desperately. He wanted to buy time for this young tree to escape." Allen sighed.

"But it's still dead here," said Hermione.

"This mark?" Allen looked at the scratches on the sapling, "It turned out to be it."

Allen laughed. Hermione and Luna looked at him puzzled.

"That Quasaimo, this mark was scratched by it." Allen explained.

"Look at the scratches on the rock, and then look at the scattered gravel around it. This young tree must have been pushed down by the Quasaimo." Allen speculated.

"Cut!" The quasimo appeared on the edge of the cliff above them with bat-like wings.

Then it laughed and ran away quickly.

"Hermione, Luna, let's go too." Allen shrugged, ignoring the Quassey who had made a contribution.

"Drogon?" Luna had stepped out of the platform, but Drogon remained in the dark, refusing to move forward.

Luna opened her light silver eyes wide without urging.

Drogon stretched out his head tentatively, the sun shone on its head and into its eyes, and it retracted instantly.

"Drogon, it's safe." Luna stood in the sunlight and took a few steps back.

Watching Luna walk away, Drogon growled a few times in dissatisfaction, then moved his steps little by little, and gradually approached her.

The moment it stepped onto the platform, it couldn't help but flinch, but it still approached Luna bravely.

"Good boy, Drogon." Luna showed rare enthusiasm and joy, gently stroking Drogon's head.

"Drogon, fly." Luna opened her arms, stared at Drogon's eyes with light silver eyes, made a few flying movements, and then climbed onto Drogon's back neatly, patted its wings with her hands .

Drogon roared, flapped his wings, and carried Luna, galloping forward, hovering silently high in the sky.