Angor was already suspicious about the mushroom growing on the lava island, so he kept an eye on the mushroom's emotions while dodging the tentacles' attacks.
Basically, all the signals the mushroom gave him were violent, resentful, and shrill cries.
"It hurts! It hurts! It's all your fault! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill all of you! Hahahahaha! All of you! "
Just as he was about to withdraw his Aura, a strange signal suddenly came from his Aura.
Angor noticed that the mushroom did not release any emotion when it sent out the signal. It sounded like an unconscious murmur.
This was strange enough, and Angor's analysis made it even stranger.
"Adelaia?"
To nightmare creatures, it might sound like a meaningless signal. But to Angor, it was the name of a famous and powerful witch in the southern wizardry region.
Adelaia, one of the permanent members of the Council of Truth, also known as "Dark Baron".
Angor did not believe that the mushroom would call out the name of a Dark Baron for no reason. The only possibility was that the mushroom had something to do with Adelaia in some way.
With this in mind, Angor came up with a theory that he could not prove right now. Perhaps the "Enchanted" human was hiding inside the mushroom, and this "human" might know Adelaia.
Otherwise, it would be hard to explain why the mushroom sent out Adelaia's signal.
Angor did not know why the mushroom called out Adelaia's name. Was it an enemy, a lover, or something else? But none of that mattered now. Since the mushroom might be hiding a "controlled" human, Angor had to find an answer.
The mushroom's tentacles were still chasing after him. This time, Angor did not try to dodge them. Instead, he dashed toward the center of the island.
Angor's action angered the mushroom. Its round body shrunk again, and the spots on its body became even redder. When it gathered its strength, it expanded from its shrunken form, and a large number of tentacles began to grow around the mushroom.
These tentacles were not as thick as the first one, but they still carried a great heat. Like phantom limbs, they weaved into a net to prevent Angor from getting close to the mushroom and also to capture Angor.
Angor was now trapped in a pincer attack.
Behind him were the exploding tentacles that were creating mushroom clouds of black smoke, and in front of him were the same tentacles that were about to explode. There was nowhere to run!
However, Angor did not seem to notice the ever brighter and redder tentacles in front of him. He kept flying toward the mushroom island without slowing down at all.
It didn't take him long to reach the tentacle net. The tentacles were only 20 meters away from Angor's body.
For the exploding tentacles, twenty meters was nothing but a blink of an eye.
However, before the tentacle could reach Angor, a door suddenly opened on the right side of Angor. Angor dashed inside and closed the door behind him.
The moment the door disappeared, the exploding tentacle directly faced the dense tentacle net in front of it …
Boom! Boom!
The explosion was even louder than the previous one. It echoed across the entire lava lake.
As a huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky, violent waves began to appear in the originally calm magma lake. A large amount of magma surged towards the surroundings. The magma that soared into the sky even rained down fiery red magma in all directions.
Luckily, there were no other living creatures in the area. The lava rain was like bathing water to the mushrooms in the mushroom forest. Instead of harming them, it only served as nourishment.
The explosion lasted for a minute, but the lava did not stop there. Five minutes later, the smoke around the isolated island in the middle of the lava lake began to disperse.
As the smoke dissipated, the situation on the isolated island was revealed.
The giant mushroom was in a terrible state. Not only did the first thick tentacle burst into two halves and fall to the ground, but the tentacle net woven by the subsequent mushrooms also had a big hole in it. Although it was barely hanging, it could not exert much of its power.
The white handle of the mushroom was now charred black.
Perhaps the mushroom didn't expect that its most powerful attack would end up in such a miserable state.
Compared to the mushroom, Angor was completely unharmed.
He was standing on top of the red ore, which was emitting heat, while the giant mushroom was right in front of him. Angor observed the mushroom closely and found that it looked very similar to Mystic Gem. Unfortunately, he did not find any trace of a human being.
"Answer me. What is your name?" Angor asked in the common language. He did not get any response, so he used his emotions to express himself.
However, the giant mushroom seemed to be a little dazed by the explosion and reacted very slowly. It took a while for it to express its emotions, which were still anger, unwillingness, and intense malice.
Once the malice was expressed, it was followed by endless attacks.
Without the tentacles, the mushroom still had other abilities. For example, it could control the lava that kept falling from the edge of the mushroom's umbrella, or control the raging fire tornadoes around it.
These attacks were not as strong as the tentacles. Any other wizard might have a hard time dealing with them, but for Angor, who was protected by layers of phantom limb armor, they were not enough to deal with them.
While fighting back, he kept asking the mushroom questions, hoping to get more information from the creature.
But no matter what he asked, the mushroom only responded with a grumpy attitude.
"Did I guess wrong? Does it have nothing to do with humans? Or is it a human, but it has already digested its self-consciousness? " Angor mumbled to himself. The mushroom forum mentioned that the "filthy thing" had reached the end of its life. Did it mean that Mystic Gem had already digested it?
Angor didn't want to give up. Did he really come here for nothing?
He considered for a moment and asked, "Do you remember Adria?"
When he asked this question, the mushroom's attack slowed down.
It worked? Angor continued without hesitation, "Black Baron, Adria. A councilwoman from the City of Truth, a powerful Occult Dark Wizard, one of the chief editors of the Forest of Time … "
Every time Angor said something, the mushroom's attack would become slower and slower. At the same time, the signal it emitted was also changing.
But it still did not mean that it could be used.
"Adria." The mushroom kept repeating.
It was as if Adria was its only thought.
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