Chapter 1011 Mushroom Building

After hearing everyone's thoughts, Audrey also felt that there was no harm in meeting King Fungus, so she followed Joan to climb on the back of the spore monitor lizard.

The back of the spore monitor lizard is wide and flat, and it doesn't feel cramped when four people sit side by side.

When Joan, Hailar, and Zion were all seated, the spore monitor lizard turned around on the spot, took big steps, waded ashore, and walked deep into the mushroom forest.

Along the way, I often met fungus living in the forest, and all of them would get out of the way when they saw the spore monitor lizard from a distance, bowing respectfully.

Of course, Joan knew that the reason why these mushroom people were so respectful was because the spore monitor lizards represented their lords.

In addition, when the mushroom people saw him and his companions sitting on the back of the spore monitor, they knew that they were all distinguished guests of the fungus king, and they were also very respectful to them, as if they had forgotten that the two sides had a fierce battle not long ago conflict.

According to the change in the attitude of the mushroom people, Qiao An could see that the mushroom king enjoys the supreme authority among the mushroom people, and he is more nervous and looking forward to the next meeting.

In the center of the woodland stands a ring-shaped building made of milky white columns. From a distance, it looks like the "Stonehenge" of the surface world.

The spore monitor walked straight into "Stonehenge" and stopped in the middle of the square surrounded by towering white columns.

The four of Joan jumped off the back of the monitor lizard one after another, and looked at the towering pillars around them with the miner's light, and found that they were not stone pillars, but milky white tall mushrooms, each of which was more than 100 meters high from the cap to the surface. 30 yards, with a radius of no less than 10 feet, towering ancient trees comparable to the surface world, together forming a mushroom circle like "Stonehenge".

What amazed the surface visitors was that there were many large holes like tree holes on the stipe of these giant mushrooms. I don't know whether they were artificially dug or formed naturally. Some mushroom holes still emit faint phosphorescence, which looks like Like candlelight cast from the window of a hotel building's guest room.

Below the cap of the giant mushroom, a circle of hyphae as thick as a cable hangs down, the end of which reaches the surface directly, like a rope ladder swaying in the wind.

The scene in front of him made Joan suspect that these giant mushrooms are actually natural buildings, and each mushroom hole is a guest room for people to live in. They are arranged in order from the top to the bottom, just like the levels of a building, and those mushrooms from the caps The mycelium that hangs down from the top is the channel for high-rise residents to go up and down.

His guess was soon verified.

As if disturbed by the heavy footsteps of the spore monitor lizard, many faces protruded from the mushroom hole, some of them were white and fat, wearing straw hat-like mushroom caps, all of them were young mushroom people, the same as they encountered on the river beach before. The little guy the Tentacles attacked looked a lot like that.

Just when Joan and the others exclaimed in a low voice, thinking that these huge mushrooms were the kindergartens or nursery rooms of the mycogmen, some creatures that were very different from the mycoglyphs poked their heads out from the mushroom holes on the upper floors and curiously asked look outside.

These small faces are closer to real human beings than the fungus. They are delicate and pleasant, with quick eyes. Some of them have a pair of slender antennae growing on their foreheads, trembling slightly.

"Wow! There are still many goblins living in the mushroom cave!" Hailar cheered excitedly.

Those little guys who were poking their heads and watching at the entrance of the mushroom hole seemed to be frightened by her, and all shrank back into the hole with a "shua".

"Hey! Don't be afraid, little guy, we are not bad people!" Hailaer waved at the "mushroom building" opposite, trying to express his goodwill.

However, those timid creatures, including the mushroom man children and goblins, ignored her greetings and hid in the cave, refusing to show their faces.

Hailar sighed in frustration, turned around and asked his companion, "Who can think of a way to eliminate the hostility of those little guys, and invite them to come out and play with us."

Joan pointed to Holden.

No one is better at winning the favor of strange children than Mr. Poet.

"Then let me try."

With a confident smile on the corner of Holden's lips, he opened the storage bag, took out a violin, and stood in the middle of the open space surrounded by the "Mushroom Building" to play.

The bow slides over the strings, and the beautiful lyrical melody flows out like a gurgling stream from the mountains.

Joan doesn't have any artistic talent, and his musical appreciation is at the level of the general public, but he is no stranger to the piece of music that Holden is playing at the moment. It seems to be a famous "Serenade". When he was on vacation in Baden Hot Springs , had heard Madame Josephine play the same piece at a ball.

The same piece of music is played by the piano and the violin, of course the styles are not the same.

Joan also couldn't tell who had better playing skills, Mrs. Josephine or Holden, but she just thought it sounded equally good.

Holden is not just playing the violin, but also incorporates the unique supernatural ability of the bard into his performance. The more sensitive the soul is to music, the more sincere, kind and beautiful spirit can be felt from these clever notes.

In the "Mushroom Building" on the opposite side, the goblins who had shrunk their heads and hid in the cave were the first to be attracted by Holden's performance, and suddenly flew out of the cave with their shining scales and wings, surrounded by The poet dances lightly, as if dancing for his playing.

Not long after, another group of goblins appeared at the entrance of the cave.

They are only the size of a thumb, their pointed ears and graceful face are like miniature elf girls, with tentacles on their foreheads, their delicate and white upper bodies are naked, covered by silver hair, and their lower bodies resemble brown arachnids or magenta elytra order insects.

These half-human, half-insect "Thumbelinas" were also deeply attracted by Holden's performance. First, their antennae trembled and beat to the beat; among them, those little girls whose lower bodies resembled Coleoptera insects, their tails flickered. The rhythmic fluorescence is emitted, as if it has become a fine firefly.

These smart and music-loving goblins are not content to just be listeners. When the familiar melody reappears, they have memorized the score of "Serenade" by heart, and turn around to take out instruments from their respective caves—all of which are only A violin as small and exquisitely crafted as a toothpick—play it skillfully.

The solo turned into an ensemble, and the melodious music echoed in the forest, making people mesmerized.

"These insect-like goblins are so cute..."

Audrey praised softly, lest she would disturb the ensemble in the forest if she made too much noise, and scattered the group of versatile goblins.

"They are 'Grizzlies,' kind little goblins who love music."

Joan replied softly.

Those goblins who were focused on playing the violin reminded him of a childhood memory.

Joan was born in the south of Alfheim, known as the "Land of Fairies". However, in the ten years before he became a mage, he only saw a fairy with his own eyes once.