Play off. He himself doesn't care, he can get away whenever he wants to go, but lying here and there is enough.
He looked outside without saying a word, and then at the people lying around him, silently thinking about his plan to leave here.
The dryads outside were very busy for what they called "living sacrifices". Kevin heard them coming and going, looking for dead branches, stone flakes, and boiling water...
It's like eating meat around the stove.
Taking advantage of the commotion outside, Kevin found a sharp corner of a raised rock on the ground, and while grinding the cane on his hand, he tried to wake up the others.
"Huh... what's the smell?" a low hoarse voice hummed.
Kevin glanced out vigilantly. The dryad outside the door was talking to those who were busy coming and going, so he didn't hear this sentence.
Kevin heaved a sigh of relief, and kicked the officer who had just opened his eyes with his toe.
The officer woke up instantly, suddenly realized his situation, and immediately shut up. Then he stared at the feet lying across his face with a sad face.
He frowned and turned his head sideways, and Ben's feet rolled to the ground. With this movement, Ben also woke up.
The senses of beasts are much more sensitive than ordinary people, and their vigilance is also high. Ben was on guard as soon as he opened his eyes, and he relaxed a little after he spotted Kevin.
"Is this the monster's lair?" The officer asked silently with exaggerated mouth shapes.
Kevin nodded, and also mouthed: "Monster Kitchen."
Officer: "..."
He paused, then pointed out with his chin, and asked, "What are they doing so loudly?"
Kevin replied, "We're going to be sacrificed to you."
Officer: "..."
It's hard to talk about it today.
After thinking about it, he still couldn't hold back, and asked again: "Do you know what the sacrifice is?"
This is also what Kevin wondered, what can these dryads sacrifice
The officer said again: "Isn't it Guangming Fae?"
Kevin shook his head without hesitation: "Impossible."
"How is it impossible? Is there anything else that can be sacrificed here besides Faer? It's gone!" The officer couldn't figure it out.
Kevin opened his mouth, and was about to say something, when he heard a sudden movement outside the door, and a few dryads rushed over and shouted, "Someone! Someone broke in!"
The tree spirit guarding the gate said slowly: "What's your name? Haven't there been too many people breaking in these two days? It's enough to catch them back. Wouldn't it be better if there were more sacrifices?"
"It's different, it's not the same! This time—" it was interrupted by a distant hawk before it finished speaking.
Kevin questioned with an "ah".
The officer tensed up: "What's wrong?"
Kevin: "This hawk sound sounds familiar—"
The next second, a more familiar voice came from a distance: "I was dizzy by the waterfall! I can't control the direction at all! What the hell is this place? What are these sneaky tree forks? Son? They are so annoying! Is the instruction map that the little white-faced commander drew for you reliable? If you don’t give me a look, I’m worried!”
In the gap between the words, the voice has moved from far to near. So another voice was also captured by Kevin.
The man replied coldly and arrogantly: "No."
Chapter 26
Kevin's hands tied behind him were still grinding back and forth on the edge of a sharp stone. As soon as the word "no" came into his ears, his hand slipped, and the stretched vine snapped with a snap. Due to the effect of inertia, the palm of his hand directly supported the sharp corner, and a long slit was drawn out.
Kevin took a light "hiss—" breath.
The officer was a little nervous when he came. Hearing his voice, he didn't bother to talk with his lips at all, and asked with a vigilant expression: "What's the matter?"
Kevin laughed dryly, still maintaining the posture with his hands behind his back: "It's okay, my hands are shaking."
There was another chirping sound outside the window, as if a huge object had blown up a gust of wind, the whistling sound was swept away, and the noisy running outside became a mess in the wind.
"Take them down! Take them down!" Kevin heard the dryads yelling frantically in a strange language, "The rest of you go surround those captives! Don't let them in—"
The wound on the palm healed quickly in the blink of an eye, and Kevin pulled his wrist twice quickly, and tore off the entangled cane. The wrist was so strangled that it was stiff and hard to move.
I heard two sounds of bone activity, "click, click" one after another.
The officer stared at him dumbfounded: "What are you doing!"
"Loosen your muscles and bones." Without blinking his eyes, Kevin removed and closed his awkward wrist bone, then turned over and sat up, and said calmly: "Don't worry,