Chapter 77: Fairy wilderness

Joan clenched her teeth and said nothing, using all her strength to try to get rid of the evil goblin's grip, but she slipped on the wet grass and fell.
Soul-stealing spirit pressed against Joan, his claws tightly held his wrist, and grinned his sharp mouth to bite into Joan's throat. Joan struggled desperately, avoiding the fatal bite in his throat, but his shoulder was bitten by the opponent.
The pain in his heart came from his shoulders, arousing the murderousness deep in Joan's blood, imitating the soul stealer with his teeth as a weapon, biting its sharp ear fiercely, twisting his neck and tearing hard, almost pulling the ear of soul stealer Pulled off, a warm, astringent liquid filled the mouth. The soul-stealing pain distorted his face, but he still insisted on not letting go. The two violently twisted and rolled, and a little blood splashed the grass.
Soul-stealing spirit pressed Joan under him again, struggling to flap his wings, dragging Joan to rise slowly, intending to fly to a high place and suddenly let go, to throw this stubborn young boy alive.
Joan felt that his body was floating, and guessed that the soul-stealing spirit was not good, and his only weapon capable of killing the other party was his teeth. Fear and anger prompted him to use all his remaining strength on the two rows of teeth. Suddenly, the left ear of the soul stealer was bitten off.
The sudden pain caused the Soul Thief to scream, and Joan took the opportunity to break free of his right hand and waved his knife indiscriminately. A sharp dagger pierced through the underarm membrane of the soul-stealing spirit, and cut a long rift. Bleeding coupled with air leakage, the cracked membrane wings could not support the weight of the two people. Soul Stealer and Joan rolled down and collided with the branches and flung to the side, which happened to fall into the tree hole of Ilminsur.
The tree hole is like a dark abyss, and the magic of terror flows like a vortex from all directions, pressing the two intruders tightly. The body continued to fall in the tree hole, and the pressure of the vortex also increased. Soul-stealing spirits realized in horror that they were about to be crushed by this magical vortex, and hurriedly flicked away Joan, inspiring all mythical forces in the body against the increasing pressure.
Joan's situation is no better than that of soul stealing. The increasing pressure on his body surface makes him have a urge to vomit blood, and his consciousness is gradually blurred. There was a sudden heat flow from the palm, and "Tears of God" seemed to sense that the owner's life was threatened, and automatically released mysterious energy to help Joan resist the magic pressure from the outside world.
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In this world, the sky is lit by the afterglow of the setting sun, but the sun will never really set or rise, but it has been gray and still in the sky like a reach.
In this heaven and earth, the air is not the noise of the hustle and bustle, but the imaginative natural movement, the light of the fairyland away from the secular world reflects both life and death.
This mysterious world is in close contact with the material world in which mortals live. The mountains, rivers and rivers of the material world can find non-image-like maps here, like reflections refracted through uneven mirrors. For example, here and now, the valley of the Algon Valley where the Povatan Village is located is also a valley, but the Algon Valley of the world is more quiet, with no villages, houses, human inhabitants, and no intrusion. Ogre gangsters wreaking havoc in the village.
Only those things that can be preserved in the vicissitudes of time can find a similar map in this "outer world fairyland" parallel to the main material world. Man-made buildings and living animals and plants are too fragile to withstand The impact of a long time usually cannot cast its own brand on this mysterious plane. However, there are always exceptions. In the depths of the valley, corresponding to the grove of Povatan village, an ancient tree far away from the hustle and bustle takes root here quietly. The bark covered with folds looks like an old face, while Exist in two worlds and witness countless years.
The cave on the tree trunk suddenly showed magical glory. The ancient tree seemed to hiccup and spit out a mass of humanoid objects from the tree hole connecting the main material world.
"Damn it!" "Soul Stealer" Chanikwe lay on the grass beneath the tree hole, cursing and shaking her dizzy head, holding her hands on the ground and climbing up hard.
"Damn devil, wait and see for me!"
Soul Stealing touched the vague ears of flesh and blood, and couldn't help but spit out a series of slurs. Vicious eyes looked around, searching for the figure of the young mage. However, the surrounding area was empty, and the second figure could not be seen.
The Soul Stealer scratched the root of his ear and looked at the sky in disbelief, gradually realizing that something was wrong. The environment here at first glance looks very similar to the village of Povatan, and a closer look reveals a subtle sense of violation. If human beings come here, it may be difficult to find these slight anomalies. Chanikwek is different. It is a goblin. Although it was born in the main material world, the ancestors of the goblin family were born in the same place-" "Goblin Wilderness", a plane parallel to the main material world, the hometown of goblins.
Canikwe breathed in the unusually fresh air, and the sound of music sounded in his ears, and his ancestral memories deep in the blood became fresh.
"Yes, this must be the "Goblin Wilderness", the birthplace of the goblin family!" Chanikwe muttered to himself, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
Chanikui did not have any "homesickness", nor did he think that the land where his ancestors lived was more suitable for his survival than the main material world. The reason why he was excited was that he had heard the "snake hand" Shaman more than once. However, one of the most important missions of "Conquering the Order" is to find a plane portal to the "Goblin Wilderness". The top ranks of the Order, including Shaman, are mostly "withers" transformed by fallen Druids. If you can break into the "goblin wilderness" that is full of jungles and grasslands, it is like a mouse jumping into a rice tank and being able to show its talents.
Chanikwe also heard from Sharman that the mysterious idol worshipped by the conqueror had an unforgettable hatred for the "goblin wilderness", and he had been dreaming of destroying this fairyland for thousands of years. If that powerful person really fulfills his long-cherished wish, he can transcend the existing level and be promoted to the eternal true God! It is conceivable that the believer who assisted the powerful God will surely receive a generous reward.
"Hey~ This is really good luck!" The Soul Stealer licked his lips excitedly, turned and rushed to Ilmin Sur, intending to drill into the tree hole, send it back the same way, and report to Shaman as soon as possible. Find.
However, as soon as two steps were taken, the Soul Stealer found that the tree cave had a magical glow, and it seemed that something was being sent. It halted quickly, hiding behind the bushes, watching the abnormal movements in the tree's hole with vigilance.
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