The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

　　William even wondered if he went on the wrong set?

　　 Isn't he wearing Grimm's fairy tales? How did it become a Greek myth?

　　This... William has a **** question mark on his face.

　　 "What the **** is going on?" Although dreamy, William quickly recovered and asked.

　　 Old Witt smiled bitterly, "Holy Light descended on Ballesta, and the old **** was overturned and dusted by the **** seat!"

　　 "Olympus fell to the ground!"

　　 "Some gods died in battle, some were alienated!"

　　 "We are the only ones left with the blood of the ancient gods and weird, living in this world humblely!"

　　Old Witt glanced at the two children in shock, then looked at William Freya who was silent, and said, "The ancestor of our Witt family is the waiter of God Pan!"

　　 "Pan... God?" William focused.

　　 "Yes, God Pan!" Lao Wei nodded his head and his eyes fell into memory, "God Pan is also a Faun! He is the protector of shepherds, hunters, and farmers and those living in the countryside!"

　　 "He has a human body, with long horns on his head, long ears, and his lower body and feet are like sheep's feet!"

　　 "He is sacred, but under the rule of the holy light, he is regarded as the incarnation of the devil by ignorant people, ignoring the protection of Pan God for thousands of years!"

"The power of God Pan is powerful! He likes to blow the panpipes. The panpipes he blows will be hypnotized even when the gods hear it. He is in charge of the power of panic and nightmares, and can make his enemies fall into panic. Fight back!"

　　 "Pan is still the obedience of the great Dionysus!"

Old Witt murmured, his words were full of nostalgia for the glory of the past. His eyes fell on his two sons, not knowing whether it was sadness or comfort, and said, "Children, I should I told you earlier!"

　　 "Unfortunately, anger covered my eyes and made me lose my mind." What Old Wit said was that he had obeyed the sheep and drove away his two sons.

　　 Both of his were digesting the information revealed by Old Wit, and were silent.

　　 Old Witt continued to exhort, "My child, it is not our time anymore. Under the holy light, we must hide ourselves in the darkness, you know?"

　　 "Know that the light is not all light, there are always some priests who are in darkness!"

　　Old Witt is talking about the court of the Holy Light.

　　 All the many exorcists of the referee wander in this land, using the power of the holy light to chase after them these creatures hiding in the dark, such as werewolves, vampires, and even witches.

　　 It's just that the center of the Holy Light God's Court is currently in the east, all in the land where the Holy Light originated, so the blow to them is not that great.

　　 Seeing his father's solemnity, both Gerrwitt and Griwitt nodded heavily.

　　 "So, what about Pan Shen?" William interrupted at this moment.

　　 "Dead!" Old Witt was silent for a while and replied calmly.

　　 "Dead? When? How did he die? Didn't you say that he was very powerful?" William frowned and asked several questions in a row.

　　 The bitterness in Old Witt’s eyes grew stronger, "No one can stop the flood of fate from rolling forward! Even gods are no exception!"

　　 "Shen Pan is dead, just after the birth of the Son of the Holy Light God Court!"

　　 "When he died, the entire sapphire sea was sighing and crying for him!"

　　 "Only his blood remains, which proves his traces in this world."

　　 "My family used to feed a sheep. It has the thin blood of Pan Shen. The wool produced by it has a strong ability to keep warm, and it is strong and woven into clothes. The iron is hard to hurt!" Old Witt said at last.

　　 William’s eyes lit up, and the Witt family actually still has such a good thing. He asked hurriedly, "Where is that sheep?"

　　 "I drove away!" Old Witt said.

　　 "Running away?" William didn't understand Old Witt's behavior, but seeing the complicated eyes of Ger Witt and Griwitt, William instantly understood.

Sure enough, Old Witt followed, "It inherited the blood of God Pan and possessed strangeness, but I did not expect that it also inherited the cunning and treacherousness of God Pan. It deceived me and made me treat me The sons made a decision that I regretted my whole life, so I decided to punish this dishonest sheep. I shaved its head and slapped it with a whip to drive it away!"

　　Old Witt spoke blasphemous words indifferently.

　　 That's it! No wonder that a sheep in the fairy tale provokes old Witt so bad temper that even his son can drive away.

　　 is certainly related to Old Witt’s violent temper, but it also has a lot to do with the importance of this sheep with the blood of the so-called Pan God.

　　 A glimmer of clarity flashed in William's eyes. The illogical parts of the past fairy tales finally understood.

Old Witt continued to say, his eyes looking at William were full of enthusiasm and expectation, "Our family is just the waiter of God Pan. The bloodline that is passed down in the body is not only low, but also weak, but Lord Zorro, you are different. Now. Your body is very likely to have the blood of Hercules, this is a great existence!"

　　 "Even if it is not the blood of the **** of Hercules, it is very likely to be the blood of Antai!" Old Witt felt that he was too sure of what he said, and after thinking about it, he added.

　　 William is 100% sure that he doesn't have these messy bloodlines.

　　 His strength far beyond ordinary people also comes from his own exercise, rather than relying on the so-called power of blood.

　　 But he still asked, "Who is Antai?"

"Antai is a giant and a powerful opponent of Hercules! It is the son of Gaia, the mother of the earth and Poseidon, the owner of the sea. It is loved by the mother of the earth, Gaia, and the mother of the earth blesses it~www .ltnovel.com~As long as it steps on the ground, it will never be tired and will always be full of strength."

　　 "Hercules strangled Antae by holding it in the air, otherwise Antae who stood on the ground would never be defeated!"

　　 "Hmm!" William nodded calmly on the surface, in fact, there was a paste in his mind. The information is a bit big, and you have to stir it to digest it!

　　 "Master William, let's test the power of your blood." Old Witt said intently.

　　 "Testing? Can this thing be tested?" William asked curiously.

　　 "Of course." Old Witt said arrogantly. He took out an oval milky-white stone from his arms, on which there were circles of wheels.

　　 "Is it able to detect the blood of the gods in us?" William asked.

　　 "Of course-can't!" Old Witra said with a long tone.

　　 Fearing that William would be angry, he continued hurriedly, "This blood stone can only test the attributes of the blood we inherited, and the strength of the blood, but cannot directly detect which blood is there!"

　　 "However, knowing the attributes of the bloodline, based on the familiarity with the ancient gods, we can probably guess what bloodline it is and do the corresponding training! This allows us to better develop the sacred blood in our body!"

　　 "Master Zorro, do you want to know the origin of your blood?" Old Witt stretched out the blood stone in his hand to William.

　　 William was silent for a while, and a fluke thought suddenly flashed in his mind, like a delusion when a person who does not gamble suddenly wanted to buy a double-color ball, maybe he was hit, he hesitated, and said, "How to test?"

　　 "It's very simple! Just drop the blood on the blood stone! The blood stone will absorb the blood and emit light accordingly."