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The continent of Gaia, the Great Forest of the Elves.

This is an area that no creature has ever been involved in. The trees are vast and covered the sky and the sun, as if even the light is swallowed and melted by the black leaves.

A white light flashed, and a figure condensed from the air.

Nian Nian, who had just been online, couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. The cold fog in the forest and the heavy leaves in the soil under her feet rushed straight into her chest and lungs. In an instant, her brain, which was a little chaotic when she first went online, became a little clearer.

The ultimate quietness is the first feeling I feel about here every year.

There is no sound of wind blowing through the treetops, no sound of leaves falling, no sound of birds singing, no sound of insects singing. It seems that someone took a break point from the flowing time, which makes the creatures in it lose the favor of the God of Time, leaving only a cold and dead silence.

In the blink of an eye, it seemed as if only a moment had passed, and it seemed that a thousand years had passed.

Niannian took another deep breath, and her breathing sounded a little harsh to her. The next moment she couldn't help but close her mouth tightly.

Looking at the huge forests around me every year, this is not a familiar scene, nor is it the place where I hurriedly went offline. Although the Fess Forest was not damaged by any external factors due to the protection of the elves, it is really unheard of that forest as thick and tall as a tower in front of me.

There were dead branches and leaves piled up under her feet for countless years, and she could not see the original appearance of the earth. After standing for a while, she felt that she was slightly sagging.

If he was seen by the high priest of the elf clan who had a slight obsession with cleanliness, he would probably scream in horror, and would probably release a task like a big cleaning to those of them, such as hard-working players?

Every Nian thought about it with joy and struggling while walking on the thick rotten leaves with difficulty. This feeling of being empty at any time is really a test of nerves. If it weren't for the familiar system panel, every Nian would really have to doubt whether he had traveled through time.

Where is this place? Should I spend less effort on walking and just commit suicide and resurrection?

Just as I was thinking about this, I couldn't help but look back and see how far I had walked.

After this glance, Nian Nian was stunned.

There is another door behind me where I just went online.

She turned around stiffly, held the silver-brown short bow tightly with her left hand, and took out a wooden arrow from the quiver at her waist with her right hand. She, who was not of high level, could not do much in the face of such a strange scene in front of her.

Every year, he put the wooden arrow on the strings emptyly, slowly approaching the door, and lifted the short bow in front of him.

It was a stone door, with a narrow stone strip mounted on two tall square stone pillars. The moss climbed up from the ground, attached to the surface of the stone, either high or low, and even the stone strips on the top were not spared.

As she approached every year, she looked around with her after-light light. Except for this stone gate that suddenly appeared, everything was exactly the same as when she first went online.

And this stone gate was a little surprised every year.

And this stone gate stood quietly in the forest that had existed for many years, as if it was as old as it, no, it was even older than it. It seemed that when the earth was still deserted, it had already stood here like this, quietly watching the saplings around it grow into towering trees that could cover the sun and the moon, and silently watching them die under the sharp blade of time.

So, it's not it that suddenly appears here, but me?

Is it me who doesn't belong here?

I finally got closer to it every year, and I could smell the sweet smell of stone, mixed with the wet fragrance of moss and grass, penetrated from my nose to my brain.

Standing between two stone pillars every year, hesitating, hesitating, and finally controlled the urge to step over, although there seemed to be a sound behind the door calling her.

This is a door, so where does it lead? Who is calling me?

Damn it, it's just a game, why is it so real? I thought about it a little hatefully every year.

She simply held the bow and arrow with one hand, raised her other hand slightly, rubbing the moss on the stone pillar with her fingertips. Well, the touch is really uncomfortable, but it seems that something is carved under the moss.

I feel relieved every year when I find this. The carving marks mean that someone or some other creature is placed here. According to the usual style of this game, identifying these marks can help you master some information. Although it is not necessarily key information, it can at least reduce the sense of strangeness for yourself.

And the call I heard just now also seemed to have heard somewhere, and it is probably one of the clues.

Every year, I brushed my fingers across the moss while thinking about how to connect these clues.

She raised her head and wanted to observe the stone gate carefully.

What I saw was a pair of deep black eyes.

I was shocked every year, but I quickly realized that the eyes were not real.

Under the roof beam of the stone door, a human face is carved.

The human face is eroded by moss and cannot be seen. There are protruding eyeballs in its narrow sockets. There are three deep vertical lines between the eyebrows between the eyes, which seem to be enduring pain and contemplating.

The human face has no nose, and under the slender eyes is a big mouth with an extremely open corner of the mouth. The teeth or tongue are engraved in the mouth can no longer be seen clearly. The entire face looks like it is penetrated by green moss, and it is so green that it can't be melted.

Only the two protruding eyeballs were probably made of some kind of black crystal stone. Not only did they not lose their spirit, but they also forced the spreading moss to retreat, which did not cover them at all.

I read it carefully every year.

She was looking at those black eyes.

The eyes were dark and deep, as if they could use their eyes to suck away the soul and lead them into the boundless darkness.

Looking at them every year, I couldn't help but step out and step over the stone gate.
Chapter completed!