Yan Mo saw that Yuan Zhan was not among them, and wondered if the Maple Clan planned to use Yuan Zhan as a final threat, in case he still refused to leave the Black Forest or did something that would hurt the Feng Clan.
For this reason, he didn't ask specifically, but pretended not to know the plan of the Maple Clan, and only waited to recover the thoughts of the twenty-eight warriors before asking about the whereabouts of that person.
This can be regarded as being clever and being mistaken by cleverness. Sometimes people really can't think too much.
And the unlucky Yuan Zhan didn't know that the priest of his family could suddenly turn things around and save him without his efforts, and he was fighting with his body underground at this time.
Yan Mo didn't even know that Yuan Zhan was fighting happily with him, and he was still waiting to see how Sama would recover the twenty-eight fighters.
Nazha took something, bypassed Yan Mo, and handed it to Sama.
Sama told Yan Mo to back off, and was very wary of him.
But Yan Mo wanted to see, he approached Sama, Sama pointed at him, "~you, stay away~"
"~I just want to see what you're doing, I'm worried about my people~" Yan Mo didn't move.
"~I said that if you can restore your clansman, you will definitely be able to restore it. This is my clan's secret, and I can't show it to you~" Sama probably didn't have the concept of secret manipulation, and spoke very straightforwardly.
Yan Mo thought that Yuan Zhan was still in the opponent's hands, and there were still many things to ask them later, so he didn't continue to force himself.
It's not good to always threaten others with force. If it's him, if you are constantly threatened like this, even if there will be no trouble, it will definitely not make the other party feel comfortable.
Although Sama said that he would not show it to him, there was really no secret in its movements. It did not cover anything, and stuffed black seed-like objects into twenty-eight soldiers respectively in front of Yan Mo. in the mouth.
That'll be fine? If that's the case... Yan Mo's greed suddenly arose, he wanted those so-called dead seeds.
Sama stretched out a branch to Nazha, and there was no sound between the two trees, but Yan Mo felt that they were communicating.
Sama retreated to the small island in the pool, and her body gradually sank into the big tree.
Nazha and the Maple trees threw Bing and the others into the pool respectively.
"~So they won't drown?~"
No one paid him any attention.
Yan Mo touched his nose, he seemed to be hated by the tree people.
I don't know if it's an illusion, but since the twenty-eight warriors were thrown into the pool, the golden light in the valley has become even stronger, and even the body of Sama in the center of the island has become a little dazzling.
Did Sama do something
Yan Mo tried his best to look down the pool, but this pool is also interesting, the water color is distinct, the upper layer is very clear, but when it reaches the middle layer, it turns green, and it is impossible to see anything below.
Nazha walked to Yan Mo's side, but he didn't get too close.
Yan Mo guessed that it might already know something from their Sama.
Nazha said with obvious displeasure: "It will take time to restore your people. When the sun rises tomorrow, your people will be able to recover. During this period, you can't stay here. Come with me~"
Yan Mo crossed his arms, and suddenly smiled, "~Pay attention to your tone of voice, brothers of the Maple clan. Say it again, don't forget, you were the ones who captured my clansmen first, and used their bodies and lives to nurture your offspring , you should help me restore their vitality, unless you want me and my people to become your enemies~"
Before Nazha could speak, the tree people of the Maple tribe who heard around them started to make noise.
Nazha made a deep, long sound, and the tree people fell silent.
"~You have the blood of the longevity clan, as long as you don't take the initiative to attack us, we will not become enemies with you~" Nazha's attitude softened a little.
Yan Mo also went downhill, he just needs to let the other party know that he is not a soft persimmon, "~I respect your secrets, and also respect your living habits, if any other human sees you treating them like this Clan people, that tribe will definitely be at odds with the Maple Clan. I think you all know this very well~"
"~Remember your promise, human. Come with me~"
promise? Did he promise something? He said respect, but didn't say he could accept it. But as long as the Maple tribe doesn't regard the people of the Jiuyuan tribe as prey, he doesn't care how the Maple tribe cultivates their offspring—does human beings cut down trees and eat less animals? Everyone is just trying to survive.
Nazha led him back the same way, but halfway through, he turned into a narrow fork.
The side road got lower and darker as it went, and the glowing moss on both sides of the path became more and more conspicuous.
The sound of water came from ahead, probably an underground river flowing below.
Yan Mo looked up at the sky, the original line of sky was no longer visible, it was full of staggered stalactites and protruding rocks.
Nazar seemed to lead him into an underground cavern complex.
"~You stay here tonight, tomorrow I will come and take you out~"
Yan Mo laughed, "~This is not like a place to entertain guests~"
"~We don't want to be your enemy, but you are not a guest~"
Yan Mo discovered a major characteristic or shortcoming of the Maple Clan. They speak too honestly and directly, and even do things like this. If you were a human being, if you knew you couldn’t offend the other party, you wouldn’t give them the best treatment, and you wouldn’t put them in a dungeon like a prisoner. No one would want to offend a powerful enemy just because of poor hospitality. .
But Nazha and Sama expressed their worries directly in their actions. They were afraid of him, so they locked him up and completely separated them from the Maple Clan.
Nazha dropped that sentence and left, walking in a hurry.
Yan Mo was completely speechless, at least you can leave me some dead branches and dry grass to make torches, I'm so dark and blind, I can't even walk, okay
Could Yan Mo be the one obediently staying in a dungeon-like place waiting for the master to release him? What's more, there is no door to block him in this cell.
As soon as Nazha left, Yan Mo also walked out, but after walking for a while, he realized...he was fooled!
Those cunning treants!
Whether those tree men did it on purpose or not, they couldn't hide the fact that he was lost!
He thought he was going out the same way, and he followed those glowing mosses, and took note of the direction Nazha went back, but as he walked, he found that there were more and more glowing mosses around him, definitely more than he had just seen. After entering this underground cave much more, he realized that he had gone the wrong way.
But when he wanted to go back the same way, he found that he couldn't find the way. There are many similar passages in this cave. If you go to the wrong one, you won't be able to go back to the right way.
Very good, but he hunted geese all day long and was blinded by geese. Thinking that being straightforward means being honest, thinking that being straightforward means not playing tricks, and the result
Yan Mo sneered in his heart, calling out to the nearest bee guard.
get lost? As long as he still has a bee guard on him, he will never be able to get lost!
When he first met the tree man, he let the red wings and flying thorns with him leave him for a while. The man-eating bees had already reported to him that their venom was useless against those treants, so leaving the red wings and stings would only increase the casualties of one's own side.
Although Red Wing and Spike left him, they didn't fly very far. Those treants were probably used to the various creatures in the black forest. Seeing that there was a group of man-eating bees in the field, they didn't care about them because they saw no direct threat to them.
Yan Mo stayed where he was after calling, waiting for the bee guards to pick him up.
Only then did he have the leisure to look at the surrounding environment.
There is nothing to see in the cave, there is no light to illuminate, and the strange and wonderful stone scene cannot be displayed. The brightness of the underground moss is not enough, and people can barely see the road under their feet.
The cave is very humid, and the sound of underground rivers can be heard endlessly, but there is no river.
"Who are you?"
Yan Mo's body froze, he heard a voice directly in his head.
It's a normal talking voice, not a singing voice.
After a long time without having a normal conversation, Yan Mo felt very kind when he heard this voice.
Hallucinations
"There has never been a human being here. You are a human... Huh? You... child, come closer and let me see."
Ding! Yan Mo's eyes lit up. Underground caves, dark spaces, unidentified voices, and a kind child, what do these all represent
Yan Mo was very busy during his lifetime and rarely read novels, but anyone with a little contact with society will know the classic routines of the protagonist's adventures in such novels and movies.
"Where are you? Who are you?" Yan Mo turned around slowly, looking around with wide eyes.
It's a pity that no matter how wide his eyes are, he can only see a few shadowy stone shadows.
"I am Sama of the previous generation of the Feng family, child, don't be afraid, I will pick you up." Following the voice in his head, a rattan that was as thick as an arm rolled towards Yan Mo's waist silently.
Yan Mo gripped the scalpel tightly the moment the cane touched him.
But just as the cane touched his skin, it retracted immediately.
At the same time, Yan Mo also felt a violent impact in his lower abdomen, the seed of the undead tree was even more exciting than seeing little Sama.
Yan Mo covered his stomach and frowned fiercely.
"Old Sama?" Yan Mo asked tentatively.
After a while, the voice sounded in his mind again, "I never thought that you would have brought the Fruit of Witch Luck with you, and it could grow directly in your body."
"Do you know the fruit of witch luck?" Yan Mo was surprised. He still heard Yuan Zhan tell about his experience of going to see the sun worshipers with Jiong, so he deduced that the fruit in his stomach is probably the great witch of the Shi tribe and the capital of the sun worshipers. The desired fruit of witch luck.
The voice in his head seemed to be laughing, "Of course I know, when I was young, more than a dozen human tribes and god blood tribes fought a big battle for it."
"God's blood tribe?"
The voice really laughed, "It's the humanoid tribes you humans call, mermaids, dwarves, giants, and insect-humans living in the ground, and some intelligent creatures that are also the blood of gods also joined that war. "
"Old Sama, can you tell me about the Fruit of Witch Luck? I don't know much about it." Yan Mo couldn't help using honorifics, and that voice made him want to respect from the bottom of his heart.
And at this time, his thinking also changed. He didn't think that the tree people were trying to kill him. If they really wanted to kill him, why would they bring him to the place where their old Sama was. Hmm, but maybe they wanted old Sama to keep him
"Crack." Yan Mo heard a sound like a whip hitting the wall.
"Clatter." It was as if a large number of stones rolled down from the stone wall.
"Come here, child, come here." Following the voice, Yan Mo saw a cluster of light.
Slightly yellowish soft light.
Yan Mo walked over without hesitation.
Drilling into the broken stone wall, Yan Mo saw a small pool with a huge boulder in the middle of the pool, and a small sapling growing on the boulder.
And that soft light is emitted from the little sapling.
"Go to the boulder." The voice pointed him.
"That's you?" Yan Mo didn't move.
"No, that's a little baby that can make the little things in your belly a little bit more honest." Old Sama laughed again, "Seeing you, I remembered when those human tribes exchanged shells with us for food, but What do we need shells for?"
"Have you ever been to the beach?" Yan Mo was slightly excited.
"No, you're wrong, I used to live by the sea, but the big war..." Old Sama didn't go on, but asked Yan Mo again: "Sit on that rock, don't be afraid, it won't hurt you There is harm."
"Where are you? Why do I feel that you are speaking in my head? Why can you understand me without singing?" Yan Mo slowly walked into the pool. The water in the pool was not deep, only reaching his knees.
"Hehe, you can come here, you must have met the children of my Maple clan, and also met little Sama, right?"
"yes."
"It seems that you scare them and make them feel that you will be a threat to them if you stay outside, otherwise they would not let humans come here." Old Sama was laughing, "They are afraid that you think you are in your stomach? The fruit of the witch luck is the seed of the undead tree? Did the little guy attack my little Sama?"
"Yes." Yan Mo admitted frankly, and then immediately asked: "Isn't it the seed of the undead tree?"
Old Sama jumped the topic back to his original question: "I remember that those humans couldn't understand our words, and then I found that they couldn't understand songs, and later they could understand, but we still can't understand humans. Speaking of which, this is very detrimental to our Maple Clan. I thought for a long time before I found out the reason. Unfortunately, at present, only I can talk to you without singing a tune. I don’t think you want me to sing to you all the time Right? Haha!"
"dad!"
Yan Mo thought that he had heard wrongly, and mistakenly heard old Sama's laughter as his father, but when he was about to touch the rock, the voice exactly like Dudu sounded again: "Dad!"