Purple mushrooms cover the entire cave. These mushrooms grow as tall as humans and have sticky roots.

Mycelium floated down from the dome of the cave, gently flashing a lavender light.

The golden elf Severil and the goblin copper block moved forward together in the slightly flickering purple shadow.

He saw a human and an orc suspended in mid-air ten feet above the cave floor.

Their flesh was tightly intertwined with oozing hyphae, like a disgusting mixture of two molds.

"Good-hearted adventurers, please show mercy and save us... Please..."

Intermittent painful pleas echoed in Severil's mind, causing him to look at the two prisoners above his head a few more times.

The two hanging people were not making sounds with their mouths, but were similar to the myconids' telepathy, which made him vaguely aware of something.

"Don't be surprised." Copper Block didn't even bother to look at the two people hanging in the air. He said to himself in a familiar high-pitched voice:

"This human is called Conrad, and the half-orc is called Luga. They have completely merged with the fungus and turned into another kind of creature completely."

"Please...you guys, show mercy...and save us...from the pain." The begging echoed again as the hyphae swayed from side to side.

in their minds.

"Let me tell you, killing you would be the greatest mercy."

Copper Block shrugged his small shoulders helplessly, raised his head and said to the two hanging people, "However, since you don't want to get this kind of mercy, there is nothing I can do about it, Tamora."

After saying that, he raised his head and winked at the golden elf beside him, and immediately walked towards the depths of the cave.

Severil glanced at the two of them thoughtfully.

He was surprised to find that the entangled mycelium actually grew out of their own bodies, and then took root on the stone wall at the top of the cave, forming a hanging appearance.

He finally understood why the little goblin who led him didn't want to save them.

Because if you want to save them, you must cut off the hyphae, but the role of the hyphae to these two people is more like the relationship between a plant and its rhizome.

Therefore, for these two creatures that have completely turned into fungi, if their hyphae are cut off, it means death.

This made him wonder what kind of evil lich he was that could conduct such a cruel experiment.

Under the leadership of the goblin, the two came to the center of this oval cave.

The first thing that caught Severil's eyes was a circle of brightly colored mushrooms, ranging from three feet to eight feet in height. There was a strong musty smell in the air.

The cave walls are covered with dense white poisonous grape vines and dotted with sparkling purple flowers.

This reminded him of the wisteria garden in the High Forest, which was his mother's family residence and where he grew up.

Unfortunately, he has not been back to the elf manor in fifty years, and he does not know what has become of his mother's family residence.

He dare not raise too much hope, because the greater the hope, the disappointment will often follow.

Severil sighed softly, put away his thoughts, and continued to follow the goblin's footsteps.

The moment the two of them came into contact with a circle of brightly colored mushrooms.

The grapevines clinging to the wall began to tremble slightly, and the purple flowers bloomed at a speed visible to the naked eye and emitted a sweet fragrance.

"These are sleeping spores."

Copper Nugget sniffed the fragrance in the air and said nonchalantly, "But don't worry, we have the magic potion given by the Myconoid King, they can't do anything to us."

Severil nodded with deep understanding.

As the priest of the Great Fungus Lord, no one knows how to guard against the spores of the myconids better than Bastiya.

At this moment, two fungus-covered skeletons suddenly stood up from the dense bush. Their bodies were covered with armor made of calcified moss, and they were completely covered with fungi.

"What are you still doing? Kill them!"

Seeing the two skeletons covered with mold, Bronze ran away and hid far behind Severil, giving him instructions: "The two skeletons guarding the gate are very strong. Only by killing them can we

Through the tunnel entrance."

Severil was too lazy to talk nonsense to this little goblin. He carefully examined his two enemies, and after deciding how to deal with them, he quickly drew out the thin-edged elf sword and poured it into it with powerful magic power.

——"Thunder Vortex!"

A vortex composed of arcane energy was formed between Severil's sword swings.

The whirlpool jumped and flashed with lightning, forming a powerful pulling and dragging force that forcibly wrapped the two skeletons tightly, making it impossible for them to break free.

The skeleton swung its weapons and shields in panic, but to no avail. It was as if a huge hand had grabbed them and dragged them mercilessly in front of the golden elf.

——"Frost Blade Ring Sweep!"

The sword mage Severil locked his lavender cold eyes on the two skeletons. The thin-edged elf sword held in his right hand shook slightly, and a layer of frost crystals instantly condensed on the surface of the sword body.

He gripped the sharp sword tightly and slashed forward, releasing a blast of cold winter air towards the front.

The two skeletons that were swept up by the whirlpool suddenly turned into two crystal clear ice sculptures when they encountered the cold air of the sword light.

"Bang! Bang!"

Immediately afterwards, the two ice sculptures fell to the ground and fell into pieces.

"Well done!"

Copper Nugget ran to the sword mage, stared at the dead fungus skeleton, and marveled, "I can see that you are much better than the little follower next to Brian."

Severil retracted his thin-edged sword and hummed softly, without any words from the gnome.

Of course he knew who the... girl the goblin was referring to.

Although both belong to the knowledge recorded in the fragmentary pages of ancient elven spirits, they are sword mages who became employed through the induction of the fairy wilderness.

But he knew very well that the sword mage named Hesiah was promoted to be the Messenger of Chaos, and he was the Crown Prince's personal guard exclusively for the elves.

In his opinion, Chaos Messenger's barbaric style of play, which only harnesses the power of elemental chaos, has no beauty at all, and is like a barbarian among warriors.

He believes that perfect control and perfect understanding of oneself is the key to gaining true power. This is the sword mage's most elegant and reserved elven fighting method.

Whether they are the Chaos Messengers of the Kingdom of Cormyr or the Shadow Guard Assassins of the City of Shadows, none of them are worthy of recognition. Only the Crown Prince's personal guards of the Elf clan are the most orthodox inheritance of sword mages.

Besides, his strength is one level higher than that of the human sword mage, how could she be on par with him.

The two of them continued walking. In this cave with steps, the air was heavy and rotten.

The upper terrace is dotted with patches of brightly colored mushrooms, and in the middle is a narrow stone staircase leading to a nearly hemispherical tunnel below.

The walls of the lower chamber are covered with murals carved from fungus, depicting many animals and fey creatures.

As Severil walked, he looked at the murals in the cave.

Whether it was the color, texture, or pattern of the mural, it all made him feel inexplicably nauseated.

At the same time, he also saw a bundle of parchment scrolls that he accidentally picked up, which described in detail the research on Sindakhara - the 222nd layer of the Abyss.

It's a fetid wasteland full of fungi and ooze, where Zugmoi rules.

This made him realize that the emergence of the Fungus Queen was definitely related to the lich hiding here.

Under the guidance of the goblin, they entered a dark tunnel like a maze.

After tossing and turning, the two came to the end of the tunnel.

Severil had to admit that the little goblin who led the way was more skillful than the elf ranger in the High Forest, which made him have to put away his contemptuous eyes.

They almost appeared in a dead end of a cave supported by natural rock pillars. There were a large number of fungi and mushrooms the size of trees growing inside, as well as more soft mud.

In this dark cave, the stench permeated the air, and the severed limbs of various animals hung on the walls and ceiling.

A rotting corpse that looks like a shifter, but with more tentacles and limbs.

A miniature keel with two heads, its flesh had rotted away, its body was curled up in an extremely unnatural way, and its wings were spread out strangely, as if it was suffering some unknown pain.

Severil found out in disbelief that these were the remains of a fairy dragon.

Because the skeleton retains the bright elf appearance, but the clothes are in tatters, and the translucent wings seem to wither and shatter at the slightest touch.

He didn't even let go of such a cute fairy dragon. He suppressed the anger in his heart, immediately withdrew his gaze and forcibly moved it towards the owner of the room.

He saw that under the largest mushroom in the cave, on a table covered with moss, there was another dissected yellow fairy dragon. It was full of strange red liquid and covered with a strange mist.

.

A figure in a robe is concentrating on doing crazy experiments.

Not far away, the drow Elf Curze was locked in an iron cage.

The strange thing is that he jumped up and down excitedly and shook the cage, as if he wanted to have a good look at what the man in the robe was doing, and was not at all afraid of his situation.

"Poor guy..." the little goblin looked at the drow in the cage and whispered.

"Ah! You are finally here, and you are actually a pure-blood elf. My test subject is here. I have been waiting for a long time, and I can finally carry out the long-suspended experiment."

The figure noticed the presence of him and the goblin, turned around stiffly, picked up the staff, tapped it on the ground, and said excitedly.

The moment Severil raised his head and stared at the past, cold hatred flashed across his lavender eyes.

This is an elven lich wearing the holy symbol of Silvanus, the god of nature.

But what is different from ordinary lichs is that he looks like a skeleton covered with fungi and bark-like lichen. The vines on his chest twist crazily, exuding a thick black liquid.
To be continued...