Gar was hanging in the air, and Griffin had been dragged more than ten meters away. Gar's weight provided convenience for the vines, and they easily swung Gar up, making him as light as an elf. It was very uncomfortable to hang in the air, and the vines tightened, leaving marks on Gar's arms.
"Surprise..." Gar hissed. He opened his eyes and saw dense blue lines flowing rapidly under the snow, like countless accelerating streams. Gar suddenly realized, and he shouted to Griffin in a daze, "These are the elves' defense vines! What's wrong with them?"
Griffin's toes got stuck in the crack of the dead tree, and the vine dragged him towards the blocking branches. Griffin stretched out his arms and used the branches to flip over. The vine immediately tightened, holding Griffin's ankles tightly, and the flames jumped up along the vine, and then it loosened and retreated as if frightened. From here, the vines have covered the snow, swimming like snakes and swarming in.
The flames exploded all around, and they all shrunk back in unison. Even the vines that were shaking Garr shrank back, and Garr rolled over and landed steadily, shaking his head as he was stimulated by the dizzy feeling.
Belle chased after the vines and stomped on them. As it went around the trees, it smelled something, whimpered, and retreated, running back behind Griffin's legs.
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