"How interesting. Let's go have a look then."
The group soon arrived deep in the forest, at a high slope heavily guarded by tall Tree-men. Hidden there was the ancient entrance to the Underground City.
"Please wait a moment. Beet and the others are almost here," said Arthur.
"Beet?"
A flicker of doubt had just crossed Ithilien's mind when she heard a dense, unsettling BUZZING from the dark passage.
The next moment, a swarm of bees, like a small black cloud, surged out.
Strangely, this swarm of Poisonous Sting Bees was completely different from any she knew.
They flew in neat formations, their flight paths showing a cold discipline. It was clear at a glance that they were not to be trifled with.
'Oh no, where did these strange things come from?'
Old Bloom instinctively raised his hayfork, ready to charge forward and drive them off, counting on his body's immunity to their Poisonous Stings.
"Wait, Mr. Bloom."
