Ride and Cut

Although he heard Elder Myra say that "the monsters and undead are raging outside", Richard knew that this late forest might resemble a paradise, and it might be so bad outside.

But even if he exhausted the limits of his imagination, Richard did not expect it to be like this—

The stone walls formed by the eruption of ancient volcanoes lay across the earth, just like the dividing line left by the **** of creation, vividly interpreting what is called magical work, isolating the two completely different worlds inside and outside.

Inside this dividing line is a forest. Although it is called "Twilight", it is actually full of trees, with ample berries hanging from the tops of the trees, and birds nest among the branches. There are also tens of thousands of tiger spirits living, striving to live in harmony with the forest mother.

If the inside of the stone wall is full of vitality, then the outside must be Senluo Extremity-under the same blue sky, looking around, the whole field of vision is not only barren or barren, only barren, only barren.

The soil under the feet showed a faint gray color, and due to the extreme dryness, it had become powder-like, and it could sink half of the shoe with one foot. Fortunately, the boots distributed by Alpine Fort are very well-made, otherwise it will be difficult to move.

Even the mentally handicapped will understand at a glance that this kind of soil is simply not suitable for nurturing life. But the plain in front of him, which was so vast that it could only be described as boundless, was completely filled with gray sandy soil, and it was like a scene of vitality passing by and everything dying. An atmosphere called despair was piled up, like a tsunami, that made people unable to breathe.

Compared with here, the barren wilderness is as rich and beautiful as a paradise on earth.

"It's not that there are no plants at all." Nehru was the first to discover by virtue of his short stature.

After his reminder, Richard saw that some plants resembling lichens were barely attached to them to grow hard, and the dust was very inconspicuous. I tried to pull it, but it didn't happen. The slender roots spread to the deepest part of the soil, which was several times larger than the surface. It seems that even for such a humble plant, it is extremely difficult to obtain the tiny amount of water it needs.

"Life is really tenacious." Lord Lord could not help but sigh with emotion.

He felt that if he were to give himself a pair of pens and papers, he would definitely be able to produce handed down famous articles in batches, but it was a pity that there were no pens and papers in the shop. He had to give up his literary dream for the time being, unscrewing the water sac and pouring some ale, as to whether it was useful—probably only the undead would know.

When the liquid falls on such soil, it disappears in an instant, leaving only a trace of moisture on the surface. And even this trace is disappearing quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ah~this barren land~is the abandonment of the gods~or the polishing of time~" Shixing was obviously not only the lord himself, but Abu clutched his chest, tangled in his face in an artificial melancholy, like a patient with advanced hemorrhoids.

"What about the next?" Richard couldn't help but curiously asked after waiting for a long time.

"No more below."

"Shhh~" A group of Alpine Fort soldiers all gave him thumbs up, but they were pointing down.

"Is this poem bad?" Abu crouched his face full of irritation.

"At least it's a poem, and there is a lot of room for growth in the future." Hutt sincerely comforted.

He didn't say this but it was okay, and when he said it, it caused a burst of laughter, and Abu jumped his feet with anger.

Suddenly, a breeze blew by, and the dry and fine dust flowed with the wind like water, exposing a flat stone slab that was originally buried in the air.

"Hey, how come this stone is inlaid with a fish skeleton!" Gunther pulled out the slab from the soil with his butt, and held it in front of his lord like a treasure. Son?"

"Oh, it's actually a fish fossil." Richard laughed helplessly: "Is the feeling here once a piece of water?"

"How is it possible!" Bernard stared, as if he heard some big joke.

"Nothing is impossible. Time has infinite power. It is nothing to turn the ocean into a continent." Vera stooped and picked up the sand, but couldn't stop those too fine particles from dripping through her fingers. slip.

"I heard Tiger Spirit say that there are monsters outside the forest. I haven't felt anything, but now I am a little skeptical." Richard said.

"Do you doubt what?" Senid asked rhetorically.

"No matter how the monsters still have to drink water to hunt, can such a barren environment really support the monsters' survival?" Lord Lord spread his hands and smiled bitterly.

Everyone couldn't help being shocked by this extreme silence. No one spoke for a while, and the surroundings were suddenly quiet and audible.

"Squeak!" An unusually sharp cry broke the silence.

"Look at this!" Abu held a skull in both hands, which had been polished white and smooth by dryness and wind. There was a hole in the back of the head, and there seemed to be a living creature living inside, struggling to try to rush out.

The capacity of the skull is not large, so it is reasonable to say that it is not difficult to get out of trouble. It's just that every time Abu is about to succeed, Abu's hand gently bumps, letting it fall back to the bottom.

"What the hell." Gunther dropped the precious fish fossil, stepped on the soft soil, and ran to Abu with a deep foot and a shallow foot. With the absolute advantage of height and size, he easily grabbed the skull in his hand and squinted one eye to look inside.

"This is mine! Give it back to me soon!" Abu bounced under his elbow, but couldn't feel it.

"What yours or mine, show the boss first." Gunther curled his lips in disdain.

"Boss, look at this thing inside, it's too weird."

Gangmanzi reached into the skull with two fingers, pinched his tail and pulled out an animal who was struggling and screaming frantically~www.readwn.com~ There was a cry of air-conditioning around, even Richard was no exception.

The thing in Gunther's hand looked like a field mouse at first glance, but it was very different on closer inspection. It's like taking voles as the basis, and adding many extra accessories casually.

More than a dozen long and short horns protruded from various parts of its face, some of which even emerged from the eyelids, making the head look bloated and deformed. A handful of the back is still ordinary gray-black fur, but it is also limited to the back, spreading around and gradually becoming a mixture of hair and scales.

What is even more amazing is that there are some short wings on the back of this thing, but it is obviously impossible to have any function, because even the most basic symmetry is not achieved-only one on the left is on the shoulder, and the right is But it is two long in the lower back.

If you want to describe it, it looks like a practice work produced by an unqualified sculpture apprentice. It seems random and clumsy everywhere, and the whole is very uncoordinated.

It would be fine if it is really a sculpture, but this thing is not only alive, but also full of fierceness. If it hadn't been for Gunther to hold his tail and hang it in the air, it would have been in vain no matter how hard he struggled, and it would have bitten or ran away.