A monster three meters tall was walking under the faint starlight.

It has two heads, with a pair of thick flat horns on the left head, and the blue-black horns formed an exaggerated curve and bent backwards. A golden nose ring was hung on its nose, and dense runes the size of a fly's feet were flowing on it; a pair of round short horns were supported on the right head, and a layer of tiny fluff like a sika deer antler remained on it. This head did not have a nose ring, but a pair of brass earrings, and fine runes were also engraved on it.

Several layers of thick mane are stacked behind its thick neck. Zhu Si, who is translucent, is climbing up and down with interest.

There was also the small black cat, lying on the forks of the monster's two heads, snoring lazily.

Four or five light balls summoned by "Shibi Xiaoxing" surrounded the monster, sprinkling a foggy light. The range of light shrank a lot more than before, and the brightness was reduced a little. After the "unexpectedness" created by Zheng Qing, the adventure team under the night finally became a certain degree of fatigue from the unchanging environment around it. Even the Black Cat relaxed its vigilance and acquiesced to the teams that were originally divided into two fronts and backs to merge into one team.

This Minotao was summoned by Zheng Qing after reuniting the team.

At that time, he was talking about the opening ceremony of last year. Jiang Yu talked about the Merlin Medal obtained by the male witch. Zheng Qing immediately took it out from the deepest part of the gray cloth bag and then showed the witch the spell that the alliance solidified for the medal.

However, after waking up, Zhu Si was very interested in the huge two-headed cow monster and kept climbing up and down, not allowing Zheng Qing to revoke the summoning spell. Considering that the group was in the strange black prison, multiple helpers were also good, Zheng Qing finally let the "nose ring and earring" stay.

"Why did you give it such a name?" the witch asked with a smile.

"For convenience," Zheng Qing shrugged and complained: "You know, the length of the real name of an ancient magic creature like Minotao is proportional to the history of their family. I wish I could count from the first Minotao in five thousand years... If I had to recite its real name completely every time I summon it, I'm afraid the battle would end before I could finish my name."

"Moo!" The double-headed Minotao lowered his head on his right and shouted in agreement.

Zheng Qing tiptoed and patted his elbow comfortably. Given the difference in height, being able to capture the monster's elbow is already the result of the relatively coordinated "nosed ring and earring".

"Where does it usually stay?" the witch rubbed the Merlin medal that shined under the starlight and asked softly. The excellent magical nature of the brass interacted with the exhausted magic environment of the Black Prison, causing the spell solidified on the medal to continuously overflow with magic power, making it more brilliant than usual.

Zheng Qing was not sure if this was a good thing.

"Maybe there is a special world for the Wizards Alliance to stay for them, or maybe there is a small black room on the medal." Zheng Qing replied vaguely, and the witch's question was slightly beyond his ability.

She also realized this and easily changed the topic: "Then you should let it go for extra strolls, whether it is a solo world or a small dark room, it is always boring to stay for a long time."

"Moo!!" The nose ring and earring growled twice, and stomped their feet, indicating that it fully agreed with the witch's wise advice.

"If you want to come out frequently, you will be better." The witch couldn't help laughing, and thought to herself that she really cared less about this summoned beast.

Hearing the words, the nose ring and earring reached out and touched it behind him, took out a thick totem pole, waving it, and summoned a string of colorful totem halos amid Zhu Si's fussy screams, and put them on the group.

There are blue calm auras, green hidden auras, cyan agility auras, white healing auras, red auras, yellow guardian auras, all in a row, and there are dozens of them, as if a rainbow was applied to everyone's feet.

This made Zhu Si laugh louder.

Zheng Qing couldn't interrupt the rare nature of the little witch, so he could only be more careful.

He glanced at the old lich not far away in front of him. It was hunching over and leading the way for this adventure team, lying on the ground from time to time, sucking its slender nose, smelling the smell on the ground, and occasionally picking up a small cluster of soil with its pointed claws and sticking out its gray tongue to lick it.

The team happened to cross a small hill. Zheng Qing looked around and saw that the deepest part of the night, the light point indicating the direction of the Black Prison Castle became shady, as if it would disappear in the dark at any time.

The male witch suppressed the uneasiness in her heart and asked the old lich: "How far is it? We haven't taken the wrong path."

Before the old lich could speak, the black cat was the first to express his displeasure. It stopped snoring, and its head fell from the forks of the nose ring and earrings. It shouted dissatisfiedly: "I stared at it, how could I go wrong? It was definitely a straight line!"

"Yes, yes, noble young master."

The old lich turned his head slowly, his voice as smooth as ever, and even became more respectful: "Follow Old Thor, you will never go the wrong way... Soon, soon you will see where hope is."

"Fate guides you and me, and hope is not far ahead."

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Just ahead of this adventure team, dozens of miles away.

Between the mountains and hills, there is a dead forest. Like most dead trees in the Black Prison World, the branches of these trees have almost been petrified, and even hungry prisoners do not want to eat these hard and nothing to eat for the sake of their dregs.

But it is different from most parts of the Black Prison World.

At the feet of these dead trees, there are many glowing mosses scattered. They flash faintly under the dark night, like the bloodstains of ancient gods, which makes people fascinate.

The dead wood is slanted and the moss is bright.

The faint light and the moss swaying in the light not only failed to bring a trace of vitality to this mountain, but instead made it a little more desolate than elsewhere, as if the vitality of the entire area was swallowed up by the mosses.

When the totem pole waving with the double-headed Minotao landed on the ground, trembling sounds came, and the fluorescent lights on the moss suddenly lit up, emitting obscure and indescribable colors - in a moment, this color appeared on all the dead trees, making the scenery appear more clearly under the night.

The branches of dead trees are twisted and entangled, as if they are solidified at the moment of the storm blowing. They emit ghostly light around them, changing colors as the moss light flashes.
Chapter completed!