C1047 A Treasure Deep in the Mists
The human-shaped tree was twirling and jumping on the spot like a headless fly. After bumping for a quarter of an hour, it suddenly stopped.
A wisp of smoke suddenly appeared on its charred and twisted face.
The smoke was black and constantly squirming.
After a moment, it formed a blurry face.
The mouth of this face opened and closed.
At the same time, he made a hoarse and unpleasant sound
