Mary was in a very dangerous situation!
She risked her life to get rid of the Elven Prophet, which undoubtedly allowed the vampires to escape the pursuit of the Elven Legion. Unfortunately, she could not escape the pursuit of the Grade-3 Druid Elder, Antoril!
When a Grade-3 powerhouse was enraged, the vampires could use their own personal experience to describe how powerful they could be.
The day before yesterday, Mary had a team of 27 vampires under her command. But today, this number had been reduced to 16. And after the thunderbolt in the depths of the forest, this number had fallen again to 13.
Looking into the distance, looking at the smoke rising from the secluded valley in the distance, Mary cursed bitterly. She had no choice but to lead her remaining subordinates into a deep ravine hidden in the dense forest.
This ravine was a huge crack of unfathomable depth. The widest part of the crack could be up to three miles, and the narrowest part could barely fit a person. The crack was thousands of meters deep, and it was filled with pungent yellow smoke all day long. It was filled with the strong smell of sulfur.
Below the fissure was a huge underground karst cave group that occupied an area of several hundred hectares. Inside, there were large and small caves, and the caves were connected to each other. It was simply a small underground world that extended in all directions.
What lived here were strange magical beasts and magical plants that were hard to find on the surface. Hundreds of strange species and mysterious creatures had also created a unique life system in the underground world that was different from the outside world.
Due to the harsh environment under the crack and the ferocious magical beasts, it had become a slightly famous dangerous place in the Calan Continent. Only the elves and Druids who wanted to train themselves would enter it in an attempt to find some strange resources that could not be found in the outside world.
But now, under Mary's lead, the desperate vampires could only take the risk and enter this small underground world to avoid the angry Grade-3 Druid Elder.
Just a quarter of an hour after Mary and the others entered the crack, the Druid Elder Antoril, whose beard and hair fluttered in the wind, wore an eagle helmet on his head, and was covered in leaf clothing, came out of a lightning gate with a furious look on his face.
When he came here, the strong smell of sulfur made him frown. Looking at the hundreds of miles long deep chasm in front of him, the cracks on his forehead became even deeper and denser.
The Scar of Death … It was actually the Scar of Death!
Shh shh …
Elder Antoril let out a strange sound that sounded like a small beast's cry. Immediately, a strange little mouse crawled out from his green leaf clothes, jumped to the ground, stood up, and sniffed the surrounding air with its sharp nose.
The upright mouse changed directions several times, and finally aimed at the deep trench in front of it. It couldn't help but scream.
Antoril tilted his head and listened for a moment, then whispered a few words to it before waving his hand and keeping it in his arms.
With this strange lark, he could already confirm that the group of vampires was indeed hiding underground.
This also meant that if he wanted to continue the chase, he could only take the risk of going deep into the Scar of Death and explore that strange underground world.
Although he was a grade 3 and the famous Son of Nature, he still maintained an inexplicable reverence for the strange underground world under his feet. In that world, be it the powerful magical beasts or the strange magical plants, they all seemed extremely cruel and ruthless.
Even with a Druid's natural affinity, it was extremely difficult to talk to them.
Many times, if they encountered those unreasonable fellows, even a Druid could not avoid a battle to have a chance of escaping.
There was once an elf prophet who came here to investigate, and said that apart from the aura of the underground fire, there was also an indescribable evil smell. It seemed that … there was an abnormally powerful evil creature hiding deep underground!
For this reason, a few elven gods had even sent an elite team to carefully investigate the underground secrets.
Unfortunately, the three Elven powerhouses, including a Tier 4 Elven Oracle, a Tier 3 Elven Oracle, and a Tier 4 Gale Sword Saint, had mysteriously perished in the underground cavern's depths. As for the cause of their deaths, no one knew. Even the Goddess of Luck, Vissena, could not predict it.
Such a secret was naturally unknown to outsiders, and only the higher-ups of the elven race were fortunate enough to know about it.
And as a Druid Elder, Antoril naturally had the ability and qualifications to know about it. Therefore, when he stood in front of the infamous Scar of Death, the hatred and rage in his heart finally erupted uncontrollably.
"Damn those evil witches, why did they have to run into the Scar of Death …"
However, although the Scar of Death was infamous, it was a vast area with many underground passages. As long as one did not go too deep into the underground world, the probability of encountering danger was still very low.
Antoril hesitated for a moment, then finally gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and left his Mark of Nature on the spot before leaping into the terrifying bottomless chasm.
The floating yellow smoke shook slightly and engulfed Antoril's body, making him disappear without a trace.
After half a day, the trees near the chasm swayed, and a dozen elven warriors in green armor hurried over. They quickly discovered the Mark of Nature on the side of the chasm. After a simple verification, they left some of them to guard the side, while the rest scattered and rushed to different areas.
After another half a day, a large group of elves riding flying magical beasts came from the central mountain range. They set up a simple camp around the Mark of Nature and sent some elven teams to the underground to search for the whereabouts of Elder Antoril and the witches.
For a moment, the once deserted Scar of Death became lively and noisy once again!
…
Grim and the others only arrived here five days later.
Along the way, in order to avoid the elves' scouts, the giant floating ship traveled at night and took a big detour before sneaking into the area.
It was in this area that Mary's aura disappeared.
After hiding the giant floating ship, Grim led Alice and the Witch of Ulthar into the dense forest. Under the guidance of witchcraft, they slowly approached the Scar of Death from the other side.
The Scar of Death stretched for hundreds of miles, and the elves naturally could not guard every area tightly. Therefore, after finding a gap, the three of them quietly sneaked into the terrifying chasm.
Unlike what they had imagined, the underground was not a land of death where all life was extinguished.
Black soil, strange and twisted plants, and countless strange magical beasts that they could not name … For some reason, the three of them had a strange feeling that they were in the Black Forest of the Sorcerers World.
Scarlet Tree, Killer Vine, three-headed monster, Green-feathered Snake, Two-headed Lizard, Cannibal Whipper …
The terrain and flora and fauna here were surprisingly similar to the Black Forest of the Sorcerers World.
However, the density of the magical aura here could not compare to the Sorcerers World, so the magical plants and animals here were slightly weaker. They were not as fierce and evil as the magical beasts and plants in the Sorcerers World.
More importantly, once they stepped into this place, the plane's consciousness that had been suppressing them for a long time suddenly weakened, giving them more room to display their strength.
Another dimension?
This place gave off the feeling of a miniature alternate dimension. It was completely incompatible with the consciousness of the Faern Plane, and it was also the exact opposite of the Forest Elves' Force of Nature. According to the common sense of plane development, a plane with a powerful god shouldn't give birth to such a strange alternate dimension.
If it was not formed naturally, it meant that there was an extremely powerful source of energy in the depths of this huge chasm. It was precisely because of its long years of infection that this area broke away from the control of the Faern Plane's consciousness, becoming an alternate dimension that the elves did not dare to step into easily.
The forest elves living in the Faern Plane did not have enough knowledge and theories about the plane, so they could not recognize the true nature of this dimension. However, Ulthar, Alice, and Grimm were all knowledgeable and experienced people. They had only ventured three miles into the Scar of Death, but they had already sensed the abnormality in the spatial structure.
In this underground world, they could no longer sense much of the consciousness of the Faern Plane. Instead, there was a thick smell of death.
The deeper they went, the more death type magical beasts and plants they saw.
Ghost Tree, Withered Vine, Vampire Vine, Poisonous Moss, Human-Faced Flower, Devil Taro Grass, Snake Head Fungus, and countless strange undead …
Yes, this place had become a lost paradise for the undead!
Although they had disguised themselves as strange magical beasts and plants, the stench of the source of death could not escape the senses of the three Magi. Grimm and the others found very obvious traces of human modification on their bodies.
This meant that these undead were not born naturally, but had been modified by a powerful existence using some strange method.
Along the way, these mutated undead were like the most loyal servants. When they saw Grimm and the others, they would madly pounce at them, as if trying to stop them from going deeper underground.
At this point, it was wishful thinking to think that they could safely pass through these mutated undead. The only way was to fight their way through!
Ulthar naturally did not want to fight these magical beasts and plants that were only around grade 1, and Alice had long since lost her ability to cast spells. Hence, Grimm became the only coolie in the group, and could only silently lead the way.
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