Resende's answer was quite specific. He raised his arm and pointed. "Head in that direction. Pass through the Taunting Forest and the Swamp of the Specters, and you'll see the temple."
After giving that hint, he turned to leave and disappeared from the players' sight.
The players did not waste any time and moved in the direction that Resende had pointed out. Atobe grumbled as he walked. "In the end, the person with the axe is the coolie responsible for cutting down trees to pave the way …"
"That fits your choice of religion and faction," Feng Bujue teased.
Facing Brother Jue's taunt, Atobe thought that was the most appropriate response. "Eat my big (beep —)!"
"Haha …" Feng Bujue laughed. "But … from a certain perspective, there are benefits to being chaotic and evil. For example, I can't say the four words that you just said. "
"Hmm? You're right, "Imaginative Horse chimed in. Obviously, he gave it a try, but similarly, he could not turn his intention into action.
"Hmm … Interesting …" Hong Hu added. "I can't say those four words either … Looks like only those who have chosen Ideonte as their religion can say them."
"So what?" Atobe asked. "It's not like there's any actual benefit to it."
"I don't know about that," Uncle Worthless added. "But based on this, we can confirm that … the influence of the 'choice of religion' plot is far from over."
"That's right." Hong Hu added. "Based on this speculation … in the upcoming game, we might run into some kind of problem that can only be solved by a specific religion."
"Hmm." Feng Bujue nodded in agreement and reminded, "There is one thing to note … different faiths can solve different problems but can also bring different problems."
As they spoke, they walked out of the forest.
Then, a tall mountain wall appeared before their eyes. In the middle of the mountain wall was a ravine that looked like a canyon. The red moon shone down on the ravine, creating a strange shadow of a tree.
"Ah … Just looking at it from afar makes my hair stand on end," Atobe said weakly as he walked at the front with the axe.
"I think this will be an interesting place," Feng Bujue said. "It should be able to enrich my vocabulary." After reading the equipment description for Trash Talking Tree Spirits Must Die, his interest in the Tree of Ridicule had been piqued.
"I think you're already a good talker," Uncle Worthless said sincerely.
"Hah … There's no end to learning," Feng Bujue replied..
Very quickly, they arrived at the mouth of the gorge with a slightly steep terrain. The group of people filed in and entered the strange and eerie forest.
The soil here was dark gray, like solidified ashes, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of sulfur. The bark of the surrounding trees were dark brown, and the roots were intertwined. The trunks were shaped like giant pythons, and the branches were twisted. In terms of appearance, if a normal tree was' standing ', then the trees in this forest were' dancing '.
After walking for a while, Atobe suddenly turned around and asked his teammates with a pale face, "Did you guys hear that?"
"Ah … I think there was some kind of sound, right?" Feng Bujue's calm attitude and annoyance reassured his teammates. "It's probably some kind of scare. There's no real meaning to it, so don't mind it."
"Is … is that so …" Flying Horse, who followed behind them, was also covered in cold sweat. Hearing what his Brother Jue said, he calmed down slightly.
It turned out that not long after they entered the Taunting Forest, some small voices had entered their ears. The voices sounded like whispers, but they could not tell what they were talking about.
For Feng Bujue, this was nothing. However, most people would be a little scared in this kind of dark and eerie environment, constantly hearing voices that seemed to be there and not there …
"Ahahahaha!" Suddenly, a maniacal laugh rang out.
The sudden increase in the volume caused everyone's Terror Points, other than Feng Bujue, to drop back onto the roller coaster.
"Who is it?" Atobe asked nervously. His hands gripped the axe tightly, and his palms were slick with sweat.
"Da Da!" Another startled roar sounded.
"Ahahaha …"
"Hehehehe …"
Strange laughter and threatening sounds that were obviously malicious rang out one after another. Those sounds were like a whirlpool that spun around the forest at high speed, making it difficult to identify the source.
"Don't panic." Even though there was sweat on Hong Hu's forehead, his voice was relatively calm. "The voices are most likely coming from the surrounding trees." He pushed on his glasses. "Everyone knows that this is the Taunting Forest, so you should be mentally prepared."
"Ha … Ha ha …" Imaginative Horse's thick brows and large eyes seemed to be cramping. He tried his best to maintain his normal composure. "Of course! Why would a hero be afraid of something so insignificant! "
Before Brony's voice died away, another voice suddenly shouted from somewhere, "Bomb!"
"Ah!" Imaginative Horse's scalp went numb from fear. He screamed and turned around to assume the stance of a meteor punch. "Who is it? Come out and fight me if you dare! "
"Hahaha … You're angry from fear, huh? What a piece of trash. "Following this insult, the Taunting Trees appeared, and there was more than one of them …
At that moment, all the trees around the Players mutated. A human face protruded from the bark of each tree. The texture of the trees flowed like liquid and gathered on the 'faces' of these fellows, turning into patterns that resembled hair and beard.
"Quick, look, a group of humans has arrived."
"I bet we can cook them like celery."
"That's right, third-rate explorers, first-rate side dishes, hahaha …"
"Hey, that sissy over there, have you considered gender reassignment surgery?"
"The blind man in the nightgown, go find a stick."
"Little brother who calls himself a hero, don't worry, I won't attack your character … because you have no character! Hahaha … "
"Four eyes! Frog! Four eyes! Frog! Four eyes … "
After the Taunting Trees appeared, they began to insult the players. They also improvised according to the various characteristics of the players. There was no repetition in their lines.
"Hey! You! Yes, it's you. "One of the trees shouted at Feng Bujue." You seem to think you're very powerful, don't you? Ah ~ I can see it from your eyes, you self-righteous brat. Let me tell you, what you are really like … You dress like a crazy parrot, looks like you don't have good taste. I guess you're a country bumpkin who likes to eat garlic sausages. The smell you give off when you talk is like a ball of beans trying to escape the digestive system of a cow. "
Feng Bujue listened to the other's mockery and did not show the slightest anger. He nodded his head in all seriousness and muttered something under his breath, as if he was preparing to memorize these words for future use ….
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