The food had run out in several pauses, and the water had soon run out, but the sound of distant explosions showed no sign of abating. Of course, this could be because the explosions are becoming more frequent and more violent, but it is also possible that Alan has been driving around and got lost in the fungus.
Alan could already feel his energy diminishing, and the arcane skills that had once been at his disposal were now making him dizzy and taxing his body.
Finally, after using a bacterial knife to cut through a thick, dense tangle of mycelium, Alan saw something different. The mushroom trees here are especially sparse. In the three-layer mushroom tree structure, the smaller two-layer mushroom trees have disappeared, leaving only the piles inserted in the bed, which are cut down by people. Nearby Alan saw some alchemist equipment, which looked like lighting, but seemed to have run out of energy, drooping, and hissing.
The picture keeper.
Making sure no one was around, Alan lit the fireball and touched it. Next to a mushroom stump, he saw a body that had just sunk into a bed of fungus. The outfit was so familiar to Alan that he recognized it at a glance, for the Tumen bushfighters, with their round shields, machetes, and leather armour were almost standard. There had been few battles between Alan and them, but countless men had fallen at the hands of the House Superior, and Shen and Grenn, the two warlords. The bodies of these men were buried in beds of fungus, and Alan wasn't in the best of moods to pull them out and look for the fatal wounds, but they were probably cut by a knife, either by army infighting or by an attack.
What these soldiers are guarding is in the middle of this empty pile, where a square opening runs across. The lid of the opening has been opened, and the axle is finally stuck after being turned over. We have no idea where this opening will lead. In the golden light of the fire, the opening of the clamshell looked like a grave connected to a tombstone. It was very seeping.
Alan looked around and found only four Tunmen, all of whom had fallen into a bed of green fungus, one with bows and arrows, three with knives. Alan frowned. The ground of the mushroom stumps would have been heavily guarded, perhaps judging by the arrangement of the lighting, but such a formation had never been seen before except in the veins that Shevell had explored. It is possible, therefore, that an Arcane might have been stationed there. But now that we've scouted the entire site, there are only four guards, and the alchemy is completely abandoned, it's clear that it's defenseless.
What about the rest of the guards? What's going on? So much emphasis on this place, why is it suddenly abandoned? Alan was puzzled. Alan had an intuitive sense of how much power the Tumens had put in the forest. The only thing that could have pulled the Tumens so much energy that even the most important areas had to be relaxed was what?
A series of explosions? Forcing the Tumens to divert most of their forces for defense.
Alan was quick to suggest a possible answer, and already he had a feeling that Abel had something to do with it. Only he doesn't know how Abel, or the rest of the family, managed to set off so many explosions in such a short time. That was a question that would have to be dealt with when we got out. The problem Alan was desperately trying to solve was that he had run out of supplies.
But in any case, the opening that these four dead jungle warriors were guarding must have been of extraordinary value to the Tumen people, or the Tumen leaders would not have set up a camp there. Alan had some idea of who had done it, but he was not quite sure.
Alan decided to go into the field. If it had been occupied by the Tumen, there would have been food and other provisions anyway, and those who remained would have eaten even after most of them had left. No matter who the jungle fighters are attacked by, rebel kindred or anyone else in the forest, they don't deliberately destroy all the supplies. The forest supply line is so long and difficult that it never hurts to have more. There were no high guard towers near the pile, and the supplies of the Tumens were probably somewhere below this opening, risky but probably urgent.
In desperation, Alan walked straight to the middle of the pile. The opening looked like a tomb from a distance, but even more so up close. If the metal lid is turned back vertically, it looks like a tombstone stuck in the head of the tomb, and the tomb is carefully decorated with a layer of back metal to ensure that the shape does not distort. Inside the opening was the staircase, which the Tumens would have kept long ago.
On the inside of the flap was a large article written in small print, but Alan could not understand a word. When he grew up, he realized the feeling of illiteracy. After learning so many languages, he finally threw himself on the street in this "inscription". Alan studied these rare symbols for a long time. They were so complex that he would not have been suspicious if someone had pulled out a figure that told him it was an Arcane rune. Alan searched his head and found only one possible counterpart: the Bacterialese.
Alan accepted the hypothesis almost instantly when the possibility flashed into his mind. Where is this? Ah, the McCabe forest! The birth of the fungus has a lot to do with a cluster of mushrooms on the tundra in the far north, see these big mushrooms all over the mountains? Does it have nothing to do with Mycelin, which is a mushroom? Although the history of this period was kept secret by various colleges and governments, the Mycobacterium air force passed Levitzke, McCaber suddenly appeared, everyone can guess that Mycobacterium McCaber is the creation of Mycobacterium!
These intelligent creatures living in the freezing northern tundra were already very good at Arcane art, and Arcane intelligence was far superior to that of humans, which even Sekwibo could not match. Were it not for the fact that the Bacterial were not suited to long periods of life in the hot islands, well, relatively hot, after all, compared to the tundra everywhere is hot, there would have been no human problems. This fact infuriated many of the great Arcane masters to the point where they would say "damn mushrooms" every time they picked up Mycelium. How hard was it to recreate the terrain for such a race?
It seems natural, then, that the Myceliads left some of their writing in McCabe,
Alan did not think much of it, for he could not understand Carbendazim as much as he could, and the food he needed was not conjured up just because he had thought of it. He turned and grabbed the ladder, and Alan went down the opening. Alan, who had never been religious, even began to pray that there would be supplies at the door!