The Trial Game of Life

The two druids have never faced such embarrassment, and all their doubtful eyes are stacked on their heads, making them inexplicable, "We really don't know it, and we don't know him at all! Although the druid is not a huge race, But we can't know every one!"

But no matter how they explain it, the seeds of doubt have been planted. The three adventurers, led by Dorn, even draw a line with them with absolute distance. This is not a joke.

Heimeng walked to Tangcuo and asked, "Did you find anything?"

Tang Cuo checked very carefully. After the Druid recovered his body form, he also wore armor clothes. He did not hesitate to pick up the armor clothes. After rummaging through it, he finally found a less eye-catching sign on the position of his shoulder blades.

Pour pentacles, embedded with roses.

"What kind of mess is this?" Hammo leaned in curiously, tilting his head and not knowing it.

As a member of the League of Ivy Leagues, Heimeng would not be unafraid, and when he saw the sign suddenly, his face changed suddenly, and he immediately looked back at the two druids, trying to tell them to take off their armor clothes body.

But his movements were fast, and the druid movements were faster. They held the nearest adventurer almost at the moment the sign was exposed, and said sharply, "Don't move, otherwise I will kill him!"

The accident happened unexpectedly.

"Don't hurt him!" Dorn drew his sword, but he didn't dare to step forward. A heart was raised in his throat.

"Calm down!" Another adventurer also blinked anxiously. How could he expect it, why did he suddenly turn his face? ! What the **** is that sign!

The members of the Ivy League are still a little calm, and the Druid's reaction shows one thing-they also have the Rose Sect logo on them, and they can't escape, so start with the strong first.

Behind the scenes of the secret lake is the Rose Sect.

Celtic?

Tang Cuo looked at him again and found that he was reminiscent of face, muttering the word "rose" in his mouth, as if remembering something. Hemong in that chamber had initiated negotiations with Druid, "Let him go, I will let you go."

The Druid looked at him suspiciously, and then looked at Tangcuo deeply, and said, "Then you back away."

Heimeng and Dorn exchanged glances, and both sides began to recede. The druid also took the hostages back and waited for a certain distance to withdraw, and was about to let go, but Tang Cuo asked suddenly-

"Aesor the rebel, are you there?"

The druid was stunned, and one of them wanted to say something, but was stopped by the other. The two stared at Tang Cuo, pinched the hand on the adventurer's neck slightly, and almost pinched the bleeding.

The next second, they pushed the person hard and turned to escape.

"Cough, cough..." The adventurer fell to his knees with his neck covered, the whole person was still ignorant, only cold sweat on his back.

Dorn hurried forward to help, the dwarf Hanmo waved his hammer with a grumpy chase a few steps, turned back to see that everyone was not chasing, and then returned rashly.

Heimong thought about Tang Cuo's words just now and couldn't help but ask "Why would he ask him?"

Tang Cuo "This is the birthplace of the elves. It is of great significance. The Rose Sect cannot send a fish to do things."

Of course, the real reason is that Tangcuo only knew Aesop wearing tassel earrings. As for Pastor Buzz and Peter, he was afraid that these druids did not have a high status and did not know them at all.

Heimong nodded and said in a deep voice, "Things seem to be more serious than we thought. The Rose Sect not only infiltrated the Druid, but also secretly mixed into the Elven Forest. There must be a plot. We must report the matter to Popolo Island as soon as possible. "

Tang Cuo asked, "How do I report it?"

Heimeng said, he paused, and he said, "Now the illusion has been broken, and no new secret lake has appeared. If it returns at this time, can it be done?"

Tang Cuo didn't answer. He looked up at the towering ancient wood and the mist that never seemed to dissipate. After a long time, he said, "Are we really broken through the illusion?"

Dorn frowned. "What do you mean?"

Tang Cuo is not easy to explain. He has no key evidence, the clues cannot be concatenated accurately, and most of them are intuitive. After thinking for a few seconds, he said, "Let's go back first."

There is no other way.

After the hidden bushes, the three Hawks remained silent. The Druid's conspiracy was already surprising, and Tangcuo's fierce counterattack was even more shocking, and now even involves the Rose Sect.

For a long time, Hawke finally broke his silence, "When did the Principality of the Français play such a ruthless role? Does he still know the rebel Aesop?"

Companions shook their heads one after another, where would they know!

"I think we still meet with them now? At least he looks strong."

"But if we pass now, will they believe that we are the same as us? That Theodore will not kill us with a sword?"

Hawk listened to the discussion of his companions, and he was in a terrible mood. "What shall we do then? We are just looking for something, but we did not want to spread such a thing!"

After deliberation, the three decided to still follow them and watch the changes.

Ahead of the way, Tangcuo and his entourage returned along the way. After walking for about fifteen minutes, they had to stop because a new secret lake appeared in front of them.

To make matters worse, the adventurer who had just been held hostage by the Druid also became sleepy.

It’s not a good sign that someone is sleepy.

"How could this be?" Dorn was puzzled. They set off early in the morning. Now that the sun has not set down, how can anyone be sleepy in such a tense atmosphere?

Heimeng "Is it the problem of the fog?"

At this moment, Hess squinted for a moment, and said, "I seem to be a little sleepy."

One after another, someone is sleepy and there must be ghosts.

Tang Cuo began to think about what they had been in contact with and how they were affected. If it was a fog, then everyone should be in this fog, and the impact should be the same. Why is there a sequence?

Different physique?

Tang Cuo suddenly thought of something and asked "Have you eaten anything?"

Hess and the adventurer thought carefully, shaking their heads one after another. Hess said, "My brother and I eat the same thing. Breakfast is for the elves, lunch is for the barbecue by the bonfire. My brother and I each ate two pieces of bread plus a piece of dry bread. Brought by Sen."

If everyone eats and drinks the same, what is the problem?

and many more.

Tang Cuo carefully pondered the words "elven tribe", and there was a glimmer of light, "Is there an elf knocking on the door last night and gave you liqueur?"

Everyone was stunned and nodded.

Tang Cuo asked again, "Did you all drink?"

When he asked this, Hanmo just wanted to show Tang Cuo the last pot of wine he was hiding. Just opened the stopper, and when he smelled the wine, he took another sip.

"Goodu." The wine fell, and he looked up at Tangcuo. "You ask me?"

Tang Cuo asked no more.

"The liqueur is filled with material, and the order in which everyone feels sleepy is related to the amount of drinking." Tang Cuo said, adding that "I and Celtic did not drink."

As soon as the voice fell, the sleepy adventurer thumped and fell to the ground. The voice knocking on the ground, whoever listens to it hurts.

This made Tang Cuo think of the night of the cave in the copy of "The Snowy Night Returning to People", which was also a routine that the system forced to fall asleep in, and remained unchanged for thousands of years.

But if the number of people falling asleep becomes plural, what will the illusion appear at this time?

Tang Cuo was suddenly curious.

Soon, Dorn picked up his sleeping companion, and all seven arrived at the lake. This time the Secret Lake has changed a lot from the previous two.

Animals in groups drink water here, many of which Tang Cuo has not seen, and perhaps only from myths and legends, occupying all corners of the lake.

Everyone did not dare to get too close, so they all stood behind the bush and watched.

"Someone in the lake!" Hess opened his eyes in a sleepy sleep, and the volume was subconsciously raised.

"You whisper--" Heimeng's words came to an abrupt stop, because he also saw the people in the lake. It was a noble and beautiful woman who didn’t know how to describe it. She walked across the lake in a golden veil, with a garland crown on her head, and she walked barefoot on the green grass, whether it was a proud unicorn The beast is also a holy white deer, all bowed to her.

Just one more look, Heimeng felt heartfelt shame-he shouldn't look directly at her face like this.

"This, this is..."

"God, can anyone tell me what I saw?"

"Is it..."

No one cared about the size of the voice anymore. Their minds were all drawn by the woman. There was a kind of vague guess, but when they reached their mouths, they dared not talk outside.

That is blasphemy.

Only Tangcuo was a warrior, "Goddess of elves? Or goddess of nature?"

Celtic answered him seriously, "Goddess of Nature, Lord Cynthia."

The others didn't speak anymore, even if they were irritable like dwarf Hanmo, they dared not look directly at God's face and shouted at God. How come these two men are fierce than one?

"If she is the one, aren't we going... Even if it's fake, it's impossible to do it." Heimeng stopped talking. But he did not say the two words, Tang Cuo understood-Tu Shen.

To Tangcuo, the atheist, the God of Tu is just a word, but for Hemeng, it means impossible.

How to do?

Tang Cuo tilted his head and looked at Celtic. "You look familiar with her. Have you met before?"

Celtic "..."

Tang Cuo "?"

Celtic "I have only seen her portrait."

Tangcuo "Where?"

Facing Tang Cuo's questioning, Celtic was silent for a moment and said, "In a man's picture book. He used to come to Mihu for a while and live in a log cabin by the lake."

Wooden house by the lake, "The Secret of the Lake".

Tang Cuo feels that the truth seems to be about to surface. This clue he accidentally obtained in the first ring of the copy has realized its value here. Perhaps this is the meaning of the serial copy.

"What is his name?"

"Louis."

Louis, l.

Tang Cuo suddenly thought of another name, the immortal rose, Louis XIV.

"How long ago was that?" he asked again.

"I can't remember." Celtic's eyes looked at the lake, through the mist of the mist, as if he saw the distant past, "In short, it was a long time ago, probably your great-great-great-great-great-great At birth."

Tang Cuo was unable to confess his timeline in the form of his great-grandfather, and he said, "So, are there any ways to break this illusion? Or, can you show us the real secret lake?"

Celtic thought about it, thought about it again, and then told Tang Cuo very seriously, "My brain seems a little unclear."

Just then, a strange noise suddenly came from the forest not far away.

Tang Cuo immediately ignored the problem of waking and unconsciousness, and quickly went to check, and then found two sleeping people and a sober but stinky Hawk in the bushes.

Two others fell asleep, which is not good.

On the other side, Jin Cheng took McCaw to speak with the real Celtic.

Across the bars, Celtic looked at Jin Cheng unscathed, and was surprised and suffocated. He couldn't help but slammed the door and said, "Where have you been, Lancelot? I still want to find you, As a result, you come to see me in prison."

This is really the ups and downs of life.

"Oh, I jumped a cliff."

"what did you say???"

"Cough." Jin Cheng finally converged, "Nothing, how could you be locked in? What about Theodore?"

Celtic told him everything along the way. After he was separated from Tang Cuo, he did not go deep into the secret lake, so he came out smoothly and kept up with Evans. But it didn't take long for Evans to find him.

"I've been very careful. At a long distance, I don't know how he found me." Celtic complained.

"Perhaps it was when he took advantage of the blessing that he made any marks on you." Jin Cheng said, stooping down and carefully looking at the keyhole, and turned back, facing McCall's small expression of invitation.

"Key?" Jin Cheng raised an eyebrow, took out the key McCaw had obtained from the young elf, inserted it into the lock hole-click, the door opened.

Celtic wept with joy.