* Boom! *
There was a violent tremor.
César's entire body was thrown high into the air and into the snake's throat. He was knocked dizzy and saw stars.
Then, there was a crazy experience of lying on a rolling axle, up and down, and the world was spinning. The endless branches and gravel in the snake's mouth smashed into César's head, making him dizzy.
Before his brain could make a judgment of the current situation, the giant snake closed its mouth, and the last trace of light quickly disappeared. He fell all the way down the snake's throat until he fell heavily to the ground.
In the darkness, the violent tremors finally calmed down.
Pebbles and leaves rained down, drowning Czerville.
At the same time, a tide of pessimism drowned him.
It's over.
He thought.
It's completely over.
It's all over.
He still wanted to find a Wizard and find out his truth.
He didn't expect to be swallowed into the stomach of a surprisingly large snake halfway. Compared to this thing, his dissatisfied female official became cute.
How big must the snake be to be able to slide to the bottom so smoothly? There was actually such a terrifying behemoth in Aragon's territory. How many livestock, or even living people, did it eat to grow to such a size?
He didn't dare to think.
Instinctively, he held his breath. He felt that even if he suffocated to death, it would be better than sucking the sticky gastric juices and digestive juices into his lungs. That would be too disgusting.
However, after lying down for a while, César felt that something was wrong.
It was too quiet.
After the giant snake swallowed him, there were no more tremors. Moreover, the ground that his palm touched was abnormally dry, surprisingly dry. This made César puzzled.
At first, he held his breath, thinking that there must be gastric juices and mucus in the snake's stomach.
But after holding it for a while, he couldn't help it. So he tried to take a breath. The environment in the snake's stomach wasn't as terrible as he thought. On the contrary, the air he breathed was cool and clean, no different from outside.
This …?
He stood up with trembling hands. His surroundings were dark.
And spacious.
He walked to the left, and after a few dozen steps, he touched the hard belly of the snake. It was almost as hard as a rock, and its surface was uneven.
After touching the uneven surface for a long time, he broke out in cold sweat. Although he couldn't see, he could feel the undulating lines. It was clearly a row of ribs, and there were also eye sockets, nostrils, and other things.
There were bones embedded in the snake's belly.
In the pitch-black darkness, César couldn't help but gulp. Fear grew exponentially under the influence of the darkness. Not only did he fall into the snake's stomach, but there were also skeletons in the snake's stomach, which meant that he was not the only one who came in. There were also his seniors, but they were all dead.
Was it digested?
Czerville did not know. He walked to the right and arrived at the other half of the snake's belly after a hundred steps. He couldn't help but press his ear against the meat wall, but he didn't hear a single sound.
"Ah …"
He called out tentatively.
Waves of echoes assaulted his eardrums. It was extremely spacious.
"Frog, Brother Frog?"
He called out the owl's name, hoping to get a response. "Are you okay?"
Unfortunately, there was no response. The owl was nowhere to be found, and the python that had snatched his prey was also nowhere to be found. It was as if he was the only one left in the pitch-black snake's belly.
César shivered and stood in the darkness, thinking for a moment. He pulled out a dagger from his waist and decided to leave this terrifying place no matter what. Even if he had to open a hole in the snake's belly, he had to crawl out.
Thud thud thud!
He used the dagger to chisel at the snake's belly.
He didn't know if the snake was too big or if its body wasn't sensitive.
César chiseled for a long time, but the snake didn't react at all.
Thud thud thud!
He gritted his teeth and chiseled even harder.
In between chiseled intervals, he wiped the sweat from the tip of his nose with his hand.
After this small action, when he touched the wall again, the small pit he had painstakingly chiseled had disappeared.
He hurriedly touched the snake's abdomen, but after groping around, he only touched a few skeletons and didn't find the hole he had chiseled. The unknown and fear continued to magnify.
However, after the fear reached a certain level, César surprisingly calmed down. If the outcome was death, then rather than waiting for death to come, he might as well work until he died.
After thinking this through, César took a deep breath and raised his only dagger, intending to use the spirit of a foolish old man moving a mountain.
"If I were you, I definitely wouldn't do this."
At this moment, a soft laugh came from behind him.
César turned around abruptly, but it was pitch-black behind him, and he couldn't see anything.
"Magic power clay is extremely malleable and resilient. Even if it's cut open, it'll quickly close."
Gradually, a pair of ghostly green dots of light slowly emerged from the darkness. At first, they were the size of fireflies, but then they became as thick as a pinky finger, flickering in the darkness like will-o '-the-wisps.
"Unless you kill me or my magic power disappears, the magic will naturally be dispelled — Flutter of Fluorescent Light."
The man said. A silver light flew out of the darkness, illuminating the pitch-black tunnel.
César took a step back. It turned out that the ghostly green will-o '-the-wisps were a pair of eyes, and the owner of the eyes was a short young man in a green robe. He had black hair and was about a head shorter than César, but he had a muscular body, thick eyebrows, and a vertical scar on his lips, which added a bit of valiance and mystery to him.
Of course, the most attractive thing was his eyes. César had never seen such eyes before. They were green like a ball of fire, flashing with exuberant desire. This was an extremely energetic man.
After taking a step back, he immediately took two steps forward because the short green-robed young man was holding an owl in his hand. It was his frog brother, and it was currently looking at César pitifully.
"Let him go," César said hoarsely.
Although the other party had an unfathomable aura, surprisingly, he was not afraid of him. Perhaps it was because of the light, but he felt that he might still have room to negotiate.
"What did you just call him?"
The short man raised the owl in his hand.
"Frog," César said.
The short green-robed young man laughed. "Why did you call him a frog? This is clearly an owl."
César said, "Because he croaks when he speaks."
After saying that, César regretted it. Did he make himself sound too childish?
Sure enough, the young man tilted his head. "How old are you?"
"Seventeen."
César deliberately exaggerated by a year, and decided that he would never say anything that sounded childish in the future.
"Is that so?"
The green-robed young man smiled. "At your age, the first thing you think of is to crawl out of a hole. Interesting."
He pointed at a skeleton on the wall of the abdomen. "Many people have been here. Some have peed their pants in fear, some have wailed in despair, some have prayed to God, and some have committed suicide by running into the wall. You are different from them."
"Ah, I've thought about all those things you said."
Czerville grinned back.
"Ahahahaha ~" The green-robed young man laughed even more happily, but as he laughed, his expression gradually turned cold. He rolled up his sleeves and grabbed the owl's head with one hand and its neck with the other.
"Sorry, the chat is over."
He exerted force in his arms, and the owl's neck elongated as it struggled frantically.
Sensing the despair in the owl's eyes, César pulled out his dagger and said coldly, "Let it go."
The green-robed young man was unmoved.
César took a step forward and said sternly, "Let it go!"
"Let it go?" The green-robed young man said coldly, "That's how you grabbed my pet just now — Zuma!"
A black-green python slowly slithered out from behind him. It raised its head, hissed and flicked its tongue, and stared at César with hatred and resentment.
César could see that a small section of the python's tail was broken, and there was a palm-shaped dent in the scales where the tail was broken. It was torn off by him, and blood flowed all over the ground.
"This is your pet?"
César forced himself to ask calmly.
"Yes," the green-robed young man said lazily. "It's that poor snake. Oh, by the way, its name is Zuma. It has been with me for 15 years. Look, I like its scales and patterns very much, but you almost tore its tail apart. "
As he spoke, he exerted force in his arm, and the owl's head was twisted into a terrifying arc. "An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. This is my creed, buddy, "the young man said coldly.
The owl's eyes were bloodshot due to suffocation, and its neck was almost twisted into a fried dough twist. Cold sweat flowed down from the top of César's head. His feet were arched, and his heart was beating wildly. He gritted his teeth and said, "It … stole my prey."
"If I remember correctly, you were the one who was frightened and put the prey back, and then Zuma took it away," the green-robed young man retorted.
"I apologize!"
César immediately raised his hand and threw away the dagger because he saw that the owl was dying. If the young man continued to twist its neck, its neck would definitely be broken.
"I apologize, I'm sorry, I didn't know that it was your pet. If I knew, I would never have snatched it."
He spoke sincerely, but the young man was unmoved. He only looked at him with cruel and cold eyes.
Seeing that apologizing was useless, César's anger rose. He focused his attention on the green-robed young man's face. "If you kill it, I will make an unbreakable vow that as long as I live, I will kill you, including your pet."
He was murderous.
The snake was staring at César viciously and hatefully, but when he glanced at it, it hissed and shrank back, hiding behind the green-robed young man.
The green-robed young man grinned and revealed a sarcastic smile. "You think you can kill me?"
Then, the veins on his arm suddenly bulged. He used his maximum strength and was about to execute the owl violently.
Seeing that the owl's head was about to be separated, César's eyes widened almost a second before blood spurted out. He stared at the green-robed young man.
Dong!
The green-robed young man seemed to have been hit by a pair of invisible hammers. He was forced to take a small step back, and his clothes and hair crazily rolled back a few times. It seemed that he had been blown by a strong wind, but in fact, there was no wind at all.
He was slightly stunned. He widened his eyes and looked at the young man's determined eyes. Then, he looked at the owl under his hand. His hand was grabbing the owl's neck, but he was not really grabbing the owl's neck. There was an invisible, transparent barrier between his hand and the owl's neck. Although the barrier was thin, it was as strong as the strongest iron plate, preventing him from breaking the poor bird's neck.
"Interesting …"
The short young man's expression changed unpredictably. He slowly withdrew his hand.
The owl, which had escaped death, fell to the ground. Like a hen that had fallen into water, it flapped its wings in a sorry state and jumped to César's shoulder. It kept shaking its neck and trembling as it coughed.
At this moment, César was still staring at the short young man. His eyes were burning with fighting spirit, and he did not care about the owl's escape.
"Hmph … Interesting …"
The short young man took out a slender black wooden stick that was curved like a snake and slowly circled César. His eyes were green and bright, and there was a hidden flame burning in them. César's eyes were firmly locked on him and followed his footsteps.
On the ground between the two of them, the stone trembled slightly and cracked silently. One split into two, two into four, four into eight, until it completely turned into powder.
The black python hid in a corner in fear, and the owl stuck its head into its wings.
Suddenly, the green-robed young man stuffed the black wooden stick back into his pocket and laughed. "Wait a minute, how old did you say you were?"
He asked again.
"Eighteen."
César answered coldly and raised his age by another year.
"Aiyaya, not bad. You haven't learned magic before, have you?"
The green-robed young man's expression changed quickly. There was no trace of the previous sternness.
However, César did not dare to let down his guard. He nodded. "Yes, I haven't."
"Good … Good … Good …"
The short young man said good three times in a row, and the flame in his green eyes burned brighter. It was as if he was looking at a rare treasure.
Finally, he stopped spinning and stood in front of César with a laugh. "Hey, it's not a big deal. Isn't it just for dinner? Look at us being at daggers drawn."
With that, he patted César's shoulder happily. "Okay, don't look at me like that. It's just an owl. You scratched my pet, and I scared it. Now, we're even."
César felt that what he said made sense, so he took a step back, nodded, and raised his hand. "Okay, we're even. The prey is yours. Can you let us out now?"
"Hey, don't be so polite. You're already here. Sit, sit, let's go. "
The short young man showed a refreshing smile. "Let's go. Aren't you hungry? Let's have a meal together."
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