Chapter 2030
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Angor always thought the spirit garden was peaceful. But now, he realized that it was just a facade. The emotional signals floating in the air above the mushroom forest were as noisy as a large chat room.
Also, the mushrooms seemed to follow the rules.
You talk, I talk.
For a moment, Angor felt as if he had logged into a forum called "Mushroom Forum".
Angor had gotten used to it since he sensed a lot of emotions around the Astral Pool Ruin. However, these mushrooms were different. Not only were there a lot of emotions, but they were all talking about Angor.
To be precise, they were all talking about Shava.
"I can feel it. That noble aura is coming!"
"I think I'm going to open it."
"Don't open it. Keep your filthy mouth shut. Lord Shava doesn't want to see an inferior mushroom with a mouth full of sharp teeth and stinky saliva. Don't drag me down! "
"Yes, you have to be calm! Maybe Lord Shava will touch me just like how she touched the Bone Mushroom! "
"Compared to the Bone Mushroom, I'm more jealous of those Mystic Gems who ran away from home. Not only did they not get punished for running away, but they also met Lord Shava. More importantly, Lord Shava brought them along. I'm so jealous! "
"I want to be Lord Shava's follower too! Praise the queen! Praise Shava! "
These were some of the emotions Angor sensed. Angor's expression was strange because he sensed the flattery of the mushroom forest.
He felt like a brave warrior who thought he was walking in the dark abyss and was about to face a hidden demon. Who knew that it was not a demon that came out of the abyss. It was a rainbow and a children's song.
Angor shook his head and shook his head. These mushrooms are flattering Lord Shava. It has nothing to do with me.
Besides, the more he was fooled by these words, the more likely he would overlook the potential danger.
Angor clearly remembered that he felt a little uneasy when he stepped into this area. This kind of uneasiness would definitely not arise out of nowhere.
Angor put away the thought of going to the wrong path and became alert again. At the same time, he began to think about the parts of these emotions that were beneficial to him.
From the large number of conversations in the Mushroom Forum, it could be seen that the intelligence of mushrooms was uneven. Not all of them were low, and there were existences whose intelligence was comparable to that of Blair the bee.
However, no matter how intelligent these mushrooms were, they had no reaction in front of Shava. Perhaps, this was what Mushroom meant by "calm down".
He sighed in relief. If a large number of mushrooms kept talking to him, he wouldn't know what to say.
Judging from what the mushrooms said, they were also aggressive creatures. For example, the "mouthparts" full of sharp teeth they mentioned were not just for show. It was just that they did not reveal themselves in front of him.
If it was anyone else who fell into the Flower Spirit Garden, perhaps it wouldn't be as peaceful as it was now …
As expected, even the harmless looking mushrooms in the Nightmare Realm were not easy to deal with.
Apart from that, he also learned something else, which was the origin of the three little creatures following him.
They were Mystic Sprites, and they followed him because they ran away from home? It did not matter why they ran away from home. As for where this "home" was, he was not curious. Even if he knew where it was, he would take a detour. After all, he had already made up his mind to take the three kids away with him.
Angor kept moving forward while sensing the conversations in the Mushroom Forum while looking for the human being controlled by the Mystic Sprites.
Among the conversations, Angor found something that didn't agree with him.
The so-called disharmony referred to the fact that he saw some information that had nothing to do with Shava among the praises of the crowd.
"The warm air coming from your side is soothing me all over. Wonderful! I can welcome Shava's visit in my best posture! "
"You're lucky. You can meet the noble Shava. I don't think I can. With that filthy bastard here, Shava won't come … "It sighed and was comforted by the mushrooms around it.
Angor suddenly stopped walking when he heard the conversation.
"Filthy bastard …" Angor repeated the word in a low voice. As far as he knew, the nightmare creatures despised humans. Blair the bee also said that humans were filthy. Was the "filthy bastard" they were talking about referring to the human being controlled by the Mystic Sprites?
Angor wasn't sure if he was right, but he still decided to check it out.
He stood still and continued to sense the conversations. Through his analysis, he soon found the location of the mushroom that represented the source of the emotion.
While moving forward, Angor heard something else from the mushrooms again.
"He's at the end of his life?"
"Yes. Otherwise, I wouldn't have moved here. However, he didn't expect that the honorable Lord Shava would descend not long after he moved here. I should've waited a few days. "
"You won't have a place here if you're late."
"You're right. It's a tough choice. Ah! I feel it! That noble aura is coming this way! "
"Huh? Lord Shava is coming to you! "
Angor quickly blocked the conversation when he saw that it was about to go in a certain direction again.
From the mushrooms' conversation, Angor obtained some information that he wasn't sure if it was useful or not. Although the mushrooms called him a "filthy bastard", they were all gathering toward him when he reached the end of his life.
Angor didn't know what "end of life" meant, but if "filthy bastard" really referred to a human being, it definitely wasn't a good word to use.
As he got closer, Angor also noticed something strange. The mushrooms around him were getting denser and denser. If it weren't for the fact that the mushrooms' caps might cross each other, there wouldn't even be a small gap between them.
The temperature in the area was rising rapidly, and the fire elements in the air were more active than before.
Hot gusts of wind were blowing in the mushrooms, and each time they did, they would take away a large amount of sparks. For the mushrooms who loved fire, this was a pleasure. But for Angor, who was walking on the strange path, each gust of wind was like a baptism of fire.
Under the continuous fire attack, he walked to Mushroom, who was talking about the discordant voice.
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