The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

The two walked along the path into the forest.

There are countless branches in the path.

Along the way, William asked Tom to decide the way forward.

Tom also took over this important task without fear.

Unknowingly, the shade of the trees became denser, and the incoming light became thinner.

The two came to a certain big tree.

Under the big tree were three little crows with bruises, flapping their wings.

And above the big tree, there is a bird's nest, where two old crows are croaking.

William's pupils shrank suddenly, and he really came, the three key little crows!

The protagonist's halo is really different, there are so many places in the forest where crows exist, but Tom still brings him here.

Is this the guide of fate?

William didn't know.

He glanced intently, carefully watching the three little crows.

Unlike the two old crows above that are completely dark, the feathers of these three little crows are azure, and there is a negligible wind formation between the wings.

"It's a monster again..." William whispered to himself, his eyes complicated.

Not counting the Kingdom of Florence, it is said that after traveling for a year in the Alliance of Tataria, William has hardly seen Warcraft.

As a result, he came to the Kingdom of Bucharest, and Warcraft appeared in his eyes one after another.

This made William a little speechless.

He looked up at the tree, and two old crows were standing on the edge of the bird's nest, croaking and croaking, and the bird's eyes looked at the ground.

In them, William did not see wind forming.

The magic mirror also confirmed this. The two old crows had no magic fluctuations on them, and they did not belong to Warcraft.

In other words, these three little crows are likely to be an ancestral phenomenon, awakening the blood of their ancestors, and becoming the monster crows that can slightly control the wind.

"Since there is wind forming when you wave your wings, then call you the wind crow." William said silently in his heart.

At this moment, Tom walked to William with a distressed look and looked at him blankly.

"What's the matter, Tom?" William noticed this and asked.

"Master Zorro, these little crows are very pitiful!" Tom's eyes were full of sympathy while looking at the little crows underground.

"Oh! Tell me!"

"These little crows can't eat enough, they were pushed down by their parents, which is the two old crows above." Tom looked up at the two old crows on the tree.

In fact, William knowingly asked this.

William also understood the conversation between the old crow and the little crow.

When he first came here, William heard the old crow scolding these little crows angrily, "You lazy, useless things! Get out!"

"We can't feed you anymore. You all grow up so old, you should feed yourself."

But the little crows shouted aggrievedly, "We are so pitiful! No one can help us. We need to feed ourselves, but we can't even fly! Apart from lying here starving to death, we still have What other way?"

From the dialogue between them, the imaginative William automatically sketched the growth process of crows nurturing crows:

The three little crows broke out of their eggs and brought great joy to the two crows, although the three little crows were relatively green.

Children need enough food to grow up.

So the two old crows get up early and greedy the dark every day, looking for food everywhere, finding bugs or carrion, and feeding their three baby crows!

Time passed a little bit.

Normal crows should grow up to be able to hunt independently, but these three crows are not like this.

The awakening of the blood of the distant ancestors turned the three little crows into beasts, and at the same time extended the maturity time of the three little crows, and the demand for food was increasing.

The three little crows are waiting to be fed, but the two old crows are getting more and more unsupportable.

Finally one day, on this day when the food was seriously insufficient, two old crows broke out. They thought that the three little old crows were delicious and lazy, and they were not willing to learn to fly and hunt.

They were cruel and pushed the three little crows down the lair, hoping that fear would make them soar into the sky with their wings open.

However, they miscalculated.

The three little crows had spread their wings, but their immature wings could not encourage them to fly.

The three little crows fell to the ground. Fortunately, the wind generated by the waving of their wings delayed their descent speed, allowing them to barely survive, instead of becoming three "jumping tree" dead crows.

At this time, William and Tom came over.

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"Can't eat enough? Then Tom, are you going to feed them?" William asked.

"Yes, Lord Zorro," Tom admitted.

"How do you plan to feed them? Catch bugs, or..." William asked, pretending not to know Tom's plan.

"Neither!" Tom denied.

"Then you plan to do this?" William asked again.

"Master Zorro, I plan to kill the horse and feed these poor little crows!" Tom hesitated for a while, and then said firmly and authentically.

"Tom, are you joking?" William pretended.

"No, Lord Zorro, I'm serious." Tom looked at William with a serious expression, then cast his eyes on the two horses behind.

"We will be at the border soon and will soon enter the territory of the Principality of Loria! The role of horses is no longer so great! Moreover, these two horses are a hidden danger. If the king knows about it, then we are in danger. "Tom analyzed to William.

In fact, only Tom is dangerous.

Tom didn't dare to let the king know that he had eaten his white snake meat, but William never showed his ability to listen to animal language.

In addition, the unknown secret in the king's heart is destined that he will not really impose harsh hands on William!

In any case, Tom made up his mind to kill these animal spies just in case.

The little crow thing just happened to him.

Even if there is no little crow thing, he will do it!

He would have done it long ago!

It's just that William's colleagues now prevent him from making decisive decisions.

For reason, Tom must seek William’s opinion~www.ltnovel.com~William knew that Tom was right, but he could not act as if he agreed with Tom immediately.

He pondered for a while, showing a hesitant look, and it took a while before he seemed to make up his mind.

"Well, Tom, just do what you say! I hope you don't let me down!"

"Master Zorro, this is the right decision you made. Any potential problems must be completely wiped out!" Tom said to William vowedly. He drew an iron sword from his waist and walked to his own. In front of the horses.

With a "swish", Jian Ying flashed.

The iron sword pierced the horse's neck quickly, accurately and fiercely.

The brown horse that Tom was riding sighed with grief, and then crashed to the ground.

Tom drew out the iron sword, and horse blood poured out wildly!

He turned around and saw a dark shadow falling from the sky.

It turned out that Tom's killing of the horse alarmed the dark horse next to him, the one that William was riding.

The black horse leaped high on the front hoof and was about to kick Tom.

Tom was too late to react.

At this moment, William moved.

An afterimage appeared on the spot, and a person appeared beside the dark horse.

He didn't have any fancy moves either, he just hit a flat punch, and the second shot came first, hitting the dark horse's head.

"Boom!"

Hearing a muffled sound, the dark horse was beaten and flew out and fell heavily to the ground. It could not even make a whine and died.

William retracted his arm lightly.

Unscathed Tom swallowed hard, "Master Zorro..."

He finally understood why King Cross had so drawn to Zorro?

This is not like the power that humans should have!

Only the giants in the rumor can be compared!

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