Iron Fist of the Elf

In the dark underground, several purple-skinned mice were gathering together and quarreling fiercely.

They seemed to have completely different views on something. After arguing for a long time, they still couldn't reach an agreement.

Finally, the leader of Rattata roared angrily, knocking over two noisy men one after another, and suppressed their uneasiness.

Last night, they went out to look for food nearby as usual. Unexpectedly, when they came back, their home was gone.

There must be some ferocious predator near the territory. No matter what kind of predator it is, it is not something they can deal with.

The timidity of his men is not unreasonable, but this leader is reluctant to leave his home where he has lived for a long time.

It took them several generations to build this dark, winding cave underground. If they abandon this place, they will start wandering around again.

The leader was naturally unwilling to give up just like that, in case the predator had already left.

The Ratties stopped quarreling, and after communicating for a while, they prepared to go back to their respective dens to rest.

Just then, a gust of wind blew by.

There seemed to be something in the dark cave, and the Rattata suddenly shivered collectively.

"Strange, how can there be cold wind underground." The leader walked around the entrance of the passage in confusion, but found nothing.

Just when it thought it was just a coincidence and turned around to leave, a cold claw suddenly stretched out from the void and silently grasped its tail.

After being held by this claw, a thin layer of black mist quickly appeared on the tail of the Rattata leader.

From the outside, these black mist look like a group of living creatures, dancing around.

They spread rapidly on Ratada's body, like an extremely evil creature, feeding frantically on the host's life.

All this happened in just a few breaths. By the time Little Ratta realized what had happened, it seemed that it was already too late.

Under the encroachment of the black mist, its vitality quickly disappeared like running water that has lost its source.

Fear, regret, despair, unwillingness.

At this moment, countless negative emotions flooded into Little Rat's heart. It knelt down weakly on the ground, recalling its short life.

At the last moment before death, it seemed to remember something.

When it was still a cub, an elder seemed to have said that you should not stay where death had just occurred, as evil spirits hiding in the shadows would pursue death.

Before that, it had never understood what this sentence meant, until now it finally woke up.

"It turns out this legend is true." Little Ratta breathed out his last breath in despair. Until his death, he did not see what the evil ghost looked like.

However, its two men saw the entire process of everything happening. It was a ferocious claw that appeared out of thin air.

This claw exuded an extremely evil aura, and they swore that they had never seen anything so evil in their lives.

The aura full of malice made them tremble.

This feeling is far more terrifying than when facing the big wolf dog near the territory.

The two Rattas turned around and wanted to escape, but found that their bodies had become paralyzed at some point.

Let alone escaping, they can't even move now.

Unexpectedly, after the ferocious claw sucked the leader dry, he threw the body away and disappeared into the air.

After a long time, the rats' paralysis recovered, but the sharp claws did not appear again.

Could it be that "it" has satisfied them and seems safe?

Just as the Rattas were breathing a sigh of relief and tremblingly trying to escape from this desperate place, a burst of sharp laughter suddenly came from the sky above the nest.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie..."

What could be more despairing than just escaping from death and then immediately falling into a desperate situation.

The owner of the laughter obviously knew this, but it still did it. Its evil temperament can be imagined.

The Rattadas were so frightened that they collapsed on the ground, unable to move.

This "boring" behavior soon made it lose its patience. If the prey resisted, it could have a little more fun. Unfortunately, these two little mice didn't even have the courage to escape.

Soon, two screams came from the lair, and then a gust of wind blew past, and the dark underground fell into a dead silence.

In the same dark tree hole, the place where Wang Dou lives is far different from the lairs of the Rattas.

It's small, damp, and it leaks a lot.

Wang Fu stared at the water drops slowly falling above his head, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Can I survive this day..."

"No meat, no hot water, no entertainment, I can endure all these."

"Why the hell is the house still leaking? Just let it leak. I have been a savage for so many days and I can't bear it."

"But why does he want to drip it on my head?"

"Ahhhhhhh

Wang Dou was so angry that he could only tremble, but now he could do nothing but yell like crazy.

If he continued to suffer like this, Wang Dou suspected that his lungs had been blown out before he could recover from his injuries.

In order to ensure his own health, he staggered out of the tree hole, leaned on the withered tree trunk, and looked at the scenery in the distance.

All in all, this was the first time he had calmed down and observed the forest seriously.

After living here for so many days, he probably has some judgments about this forest.

First of all, this is definitely not a tropical rainforest.

The climate here is neither hot nor humid, rainfall is scarce, and the land is quite dry.

Secondly, this forest should be quite old. The trees here are extremely tall and strong. Wang Dou is not a botanist, so he cannot tell how old these trees are.

But he still felt the antiquity and vicissitudes of these trees and this forest from some details.

Finally, he always felt that there was something strange about this forest.

What was so strange about it, he couldn't tell.

As if something was missing, he had vaguely felt something abnormal, but he didn't know what it was.

Thinking to this point, Wang Dou's thoughts seemed to be stuck by something, and he couldn't figure out what the abnormality was. "What is missing?"

The question "What is wrong?" seemed to be very important. His instinct was vaguely wary of something. The irritability and madness just now seemed not just because of a few drops of water.

Wang Dou desperately recalled everything that had happened since arriving here, but he always felt that he had not found the key point and could not figure out what the problem was.

Until the sun set and night gradually fell, an element that he had always ignored suddenly emerged from his heart.