As soon as his head moved, the blade on his neck unceremoniously pressed a little tighter. Kevin could even feel the skin under his throat being ripped open, oozing blood.

Although he claims to be "basically immortal", the pain will still hurt, and it is no less painful than others.

Kevin frowned "his-", and before his vision returned clear, the sound of water splashing and stopping abruptly sounded in his ears one after another - the rest of the class and Nick came down one after another.

"Fass - fuck!" Nick was probably a little dizzy with the water, and just as he was about to open his mouth to confirm Kevin's position, he also received a high-level treatment with the tip of the knife against his throat.

The voices of the snoring sounded one after another, and they were all cut off halfway and swallowed back in the throat.

There was a strange "ho-ho" sound, like someone was whispering in a strange language.

The water droplets on Kevin's eyelashes finally dried, and his vision became clear. The monsters that fell from the top of the mountain before reappeared in his field of vision.

The monster holding the tip of the knife against his neck, regardless of his eyes open, brought the ugly face to Kevin's neck and took two heavy breaths, as if trying to smell something.

From this angle, the face of this monster looks even more terrifying-the overly prominent eyeballs are covered with a gray-white film, so that the black eyeballs cannot be seen at all, only the small pupil in the middle of the eyeball remains. . The skin of the face, like the rest, is like old bark, and in some places there are even tree buds with thorns.

On the whole, this monster looks like a walking old dryad.

Probably because of the thick skin, the old tree spirits had few expressions on their faces, and they seemed silent and fierce.

In addition to the few tree spirits who were holding the knives against the crowd, there were also a few who looked like the leaders and stood aside, pointing at the elite squad that was being pinned down on this side, pointing and saying something.

There are always a few of the people in the legion who have some rare skills, such as ventriloquism.

Nick, who was like a chicken in the soup, didn't move his lips, and asked in a very low ventriloquist: "Can anyone translate what these neurotics are talking about..."

Kevin also used ventriloquism to reply to him, speaking at a low and fast rate: "I guess that someone broke into this place in advance before us. The range of these things is far away from this entrance, and they won't easily approach this place during the day, because They don't like places with daylight."

Nick: "...Tell me, is there anything else you don't know?"

Kevin: "Thanks for the compliment."

Another officer and student who can speak ventriloquist said without love: "Please, can you chat at another time. Are they discussing how to kill us?"

The leader of the old tree spirits heard the movement, stopped his words, turned his head and glanced gloomily here with only the whites of his eyes.

Nick and the others immediately shut up and looked at their noses and mouths.

The leader stretched out his thin fingers that branched out like branches, and shook the two middle ones together, as if he gave some kind of order with this gesture.

Before Kevin and the others could react, the tree spirits who pressed the tip of their knives against them, raised their elbows at lightning speed, and slammed them hard on everyone's heads.

Everyone rolled their eyes and fainted.

At that moment, Kevin was actually able to break away from the blade to block it, but his neck would inevitably be injured. The blood spurting from this place could not be stopped for a while, and it was a little troublesome to heal.

In the end, Kevin didn't take any action, took the dryad's blow, and passed out naturally.

Because he actually understood the conversation between the dryad leaders, they did not intend to kill the elite team immediately, but planned to bring them back to the place where they lived together.

And there, it is almost at the "gateway" of the real Fae tomb.

For an extremely lazy person like Kevin, it is not a problem to be able to hitch a ride even if he is knocked out.

The speed of sanity recovery was within Kevin's estimates. When he woke up completely, the dryads had just moved their group to the settlement.

Kevin controlled his breathing to look like everyone else who wasn't awake. Those tree spirits didn't notice that there was a traitor among the people who were "extremely dead", and dragged and dragged the entire elite team into a not very spacious place.

Kevin opened his eyes only after their chatter was gone.

The top of this place is like an arched hood, composed entirely of thick intertwined vines, opposite-growing branches and leaves, and some thorny thorn branches, thick and tight.

Let's call it a "cave".

There were several palm-sized pouches hanging on the walls of the cave. The pouches were almost transparent, so thin that they seemed to be broken with a single poke, like casings ripped from the intestines of animals.

In those casing bags, bulging around a handful of fluorescent insects, they were developed into natural lights.

A few casing bags are hung, and they are quite bright.

With this light, Kevin swept around.

There are hills of berries piled in the corner of the cave, clusters of flowers with stamens hanging on the two walls, and the corpses of various unknown creatures.

It's not a whole corpse, the flesh and blood are all divided into homes. The skins were piled up in one place, and the meat was torn into pieces and hung in the air. The skulls were buckled upside down one by one, and all of them contained things, apparently being used as containers.

Not surprisingly, this should be the warehouse of the old tree spirits.

Or a kitchen in another sense.

When the old tree spirits went out from the kitchen, they tied their hands and feet tightly with thorny canes. With a little movement, those thorns would scrape and stir in the flesh, burning and hurting.

Kevin didn't care about the pain, he moved his body slightly to make himself lean more comfortably.

Nick and the others were lying around, sacks overlapping each other, and Ben's feet were just across an officer's face.

In the corner behind them, inexplicably stood seven or eight motionless stone statues. Those stone statues were facing the wall with their backs to Kevin, and they looked like humanoids. Maybe they were made by the tree spirits, or they might have been moved from Fae's tomb.

just don't know why it's in a place like the kitchen.

Kevin wanted to take a closer look, but there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door, from far to near, and finally stopped on both sides of the kitchen door, as if to guard the door.

They didn't notice what was going on inside the door, just chatted word by word outside.

Probably because the prisoners in the room did not understand the language with them, so the two did not shy away from chatting.

It just happened that there was someone in the room who could understand most of them.

"How long are we going to stand here stupidly? No shifts?" Kevin heard one of them ask.

The other replied slowly: "Stop complaining, everyone else is busy, who will stand if we don't stand guard? Do you want to be sent outside?"

"I don't want to! Even if it's the rainy season outside, and the sky is annoyingly bright, I don't want to change my skin."

"That's it. There are too many people breaking in recently, don't expect to be idle." The slow one said.

"The two groups of people who were caught look the same, are they the same group?"

Slowly: "The taste is different. Haven't you heard of it? Among the people who were just caught, there is one with a very special taste."

"How special?"

Slowly lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Like 'that one'."

Another dryad gasped fiercely: "Isn't that what we're looking for?"

"That's right, the one caught this time, plus the one from yesterday, is just enough for a live sacrifice, and with that special flavor, it should be enough to stop it for many years."

"Oh, no wonder we're here to watch."

"Can't you afford to run a few times before peeling off the skin and bleeding? After all, it's hard to find one that tastes so similar."

Kevin: "..."

Bloodletting? ! The foolish tree spirit leader only said that they were still useful, and brought them back to discuss later, without mentioning that the so-called usefulness is actually such a thing...

Kevin twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling that he was a little bit playful this time. It doesn't matter to him himself, he can get out at any time if he wants to go, but it's enough to be lying all over the place.

He looked outside without saying a word, and then looked at the people lying around beside him, thinking silently about his plan to leave here.

The tree spirits outside were very busy for what they called "living sacrifices". Kevin heard them coming and going, looking for dead branches for a while, stone chips for a while, and boiling water for a while...

It's like eating meat around the stove.

Taking advantage of the noise outside, Kevin found a raised stone corner on the ground, and while grinding the cane in his hand, he tried to wake up the others.

"Huh...what's the smell?" a low hoarse voice hummed.

Kevin glanced out warily, the dryad outside the door was talking to those who were busy with their work, and didn't hear this sentence.

Kevin breathed a sigh of relief and kicked the officer who had just opened his eyes with his toes.

The officer woke up instantly, suddenly reacted to his situation, and immediately closed his mouth. Then he stared at the feet that lay across his face with a miserable face.

He frowned and turned his head sideways, and Ben's feet rolled to the ground. With such a move, Ban also woke up.

The senses of beasts are much more sensitive than ordinary people, and their vigilance is also high. As soon as Ben opened his eyes, he was full of precautions, and he relaxed a little after swept up to Kevin.

"This is the monster's nest?" The officer asked silently with an exaggerated mouth.

Kevin nodded and said with the same mouth shape, "Monster Kitchen."

officer:"……"

He paused, pointed his chin outside again, and asked, "What are they doing so noisy?"

Kevin replied: "Prepare to use us as a living sacrifice."

officer:"……"

just couldn't have a good conversation today.

He didn't hold back after thinking about it, and asked again, "Do you know what sacrifice?"

This is what Kevin wonders, what can these dryads sacrifice?

The officer himself said, "It won't be Radiant God Fae, will it?"

Kevin shook his head without hesitation: "Impossible."

"Why not? Is there anything else that can be sacrificed here besides Fae? Nope!" The officer couldn't figure it out.

Kevin opened his mouth and was about to say something when he heard a sudden commotion outside the door. Several tree spirits rushed over and shouted, "Someone! Someone broke in!"

The tree spirit guarding the gate said slowly: "What's it called? Are there not many people who have broken in these two days? It's enough to catch them back. Wouldn't it be better if there were more people alive?"

"It's different, it's not the same! This time this—" It was interrupted by a distant eagle chirping before he could finish his sentence.

Kevin asked, "Eh".

The officer looked tense: "What's wrong?"

Kevin: "This hawk sounds a little familiar—"

The next second, a more familiar voice came from a distance: "I was dizzy by that waterfall! I can't control the direction at all! What the hell is this place? What are these sneaky tree forks?Son? How annoying they are! Is the instruction map that the little white-faced commander draws you reliable? If you don't give me a look, I'm not at ease!"

In the interval of speaking, the voice has gone from far to near.So another voice was also captured by Kevin.

The man replied coldly and arrogantly: "No."