Indescribable tarot cards

"Ignorance, stupidity!"

This is what this strange tree is complaining about, with a strange squeaking sound, a bit like a rat.

Under the gaze of the druid, the tree changed rapidly, and finally jumped in the air and landed on a branch.

It was a squirrel, to be precise, a chipmunk squirrel holding a pocket wand.

It has brown-red fur, but its belly is cotton white. It is extremely conspicuous among the countless layers of green.

However, the most concerning thing is that the pocket wand in its hand looks about the size of a toothpick.

I don’t know what the material of this wand is. It looks dark and unremarkable, but it is surrounded by magic incantations, and there is even a colorful gem the size of a jelly bean inlaid on the top.

"Stupid, ignorant!"

The squirrel seemed particularly irritable and repeated the opening words backwards, then stood on the branch and angrily protested loudly at the two-story wooden giant.

As it spoke, it even waved its wand in an extremely humane manner, as if it wanted to use this action to strengthen its momentum.

However, its body is only the size of a baby's head. Compared with this druid, the gap is not too big.

At first glance, the squirrel on the left purring and jumping up and down in anger is a bit inexplicably cute.

However, this is just a superficial phenomenon.

Several eyeless vines approached quietly, and while it was still staring at the druid, they stabbed out silently with lightning speed.

Castration is very fast, but it can't make any noise, and this squirrel seems to be unaware of it.

Seize, seize, seize...

The sound of vines digging into the trees like steel spears sounded one after another.

The branches were pulled apart with great force. Amidst the pricking sound, the thick branches groaned in pain, and a huge hole opened, revealing the white and yellow wood stubble inside.

And this vine was not even castrated, and with the stump of the branch, it sank deeply into another unlucky tree, but...

"Stupid, ignorant!" The weak-looking little squirrel still jumped on its feet and cursed loudly.

The few vines just now did penetrate the little squirrel's body, but when the vines sank into its body, they only caused a few ripples that spread like water waves and sank into the branches under it in vain.

This seemingly real thing seems to be just an illusion, just an image that can be captured with the naked eye.

"I am Ikri, I am Immortal!" The squirrel jumped to another branch, waving its little fist, its dark eyes full of human disdain.

At this time, the druid who originally paid no attention to it finally turned to look at the little squirrel. Following her gaze, the plants that emerged around him paused for a moment, and then swarmed towards it.

The voice of the squirrel Ikri also reached the ears of Isabella and the black-armored knight. It was precisely because of its appearance that it diverted the Druid's attention, and the pressure was suddenly reduced.

The black horse shook its head slightly, then suddenly stood up, and then its front hooves fell heavily.

A circle of faint ripples spread out, blowing away the mountains of dead branches and leaves, and also allowed them to see the squirrel jumping back and forth among the branches.

"That is……"

Isabella, who looked a little haggard, was startled, but then she couldn't help but turned her head away, revealing a look of horror.

As a Saint of Spirits, she can vaguely see the spirituality attached to the surface of objects because of the power of the soul that overflows from her body.

In her eyes, this seemingly cute and cute squirrel exuded a compelling power and aura, even stronger than the huge druid in front of her.

"Ikri..."

On the other side, Ruosiqia also sensed something and whispered.

"What? Ikri? That's..."

Aaron felt that the name was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Oh, it's just a wandering elf. I didn't expect it to appear there just now," Ruosiqia explained, "However, it always likes others to call it the great Ikri."

Suddenly, Aaron thought that this Ikri was the elemental elf that Sun Xuan, the Throat of Death, had mentioned.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at his pocket while slashing the vines that rushed towards him.

When he was preparing to go to Badibila, Aaron specially found a few pine cones to take with him for this moment of encountering Ikri.

However, now comes the problem. If you want to see Ikri, you have to fight back against the tide of plants again, and probably accept the attention of that crazy druid...

It seems... I can only do it next time?

Aaron can still clearly distinguish between possible opportunities and actual risks and crises.

Although the situation is critical now, it is far from a critical moment, and there is no need to risk one's life at this time.

However, just when he made up his mind, he heard Isabella's voice clearly: "Great Ikri, the humble traveler you saw is harboring a wish..."

Because that was Isabella speaking out at the expense of hurting her own soul. The soul fluctuations and will that spread were able to transcend terrain and obstacles and go straight into the hearts of everyone present.

The squirrel, which was dancing and confronting the druid, paused, its playful ears twitched, and turned to look at Isabella in confusion, "Hey, someone actually knows my name."

"Yes, the great Lord Ikri."

There were still a few unscrupulous vines still trying to attack, but this time, Ikre wrinkled his nose and waved the wand in his hand, "Be quiet, you stupid and ignorant big man!"

At this moment, under Ikri's will, inexplicable power surged out along the wand, freezing everything around him. Even the druid who was about to lean over and grab Ikri was not spared.

The originally noisy space suddenly became quiet, and all the plants, including the druids, were frozen like wax statues without moving at all.

And this transition from extreme movement to extreme stillness makes the entire space quiet, as if it has become deaf, which always gives people an indescribable weirdness.

But Ikeri came to Isabella in a bounding manner, hanging in the air, slightly taller than Isabella, holding the toothpick wand in both hands, looking down at her arrogantly, "Say Grant your wish, my admirer."

Isabella gently patted the black-armored knight's armor, signaling him not to act rashly.

Then, she took a deep breath, looked up at Ikri, and said respectfully: "Great Ikri, your humble believer wants to find her husband..."

"Husband? Spouse? Hmm..." Ikri tilted his head and looked at the uneasy Isabella, the wand in his hand flashing.

One or two breaths are so short, but for Isabella, they are so long.

"Okay, as you wish, it's just a little effort anyway, let the great Lord Yikri help you fulfill this little wish!"

Amidst Isabella's surprised smile, Ikri waved the wand in his hand, and the colorful gems bloomed with blurred light.

At the same time, somewhere in the woods.

A man who was carrying the body felt something in his heart.

The next moment, he soared into the sky.