Witch Forest Friends Club

On the other side, the dryad had been beaten and struggled with his head in his arms, so he had to call Mushroom Dad.The bark peeled off, the branches flew, and the cracked torso was treated like a corpse.

If the weapon in his hand was replaced by an ax instead of a blunt weapon, I'm afraid Lance and Bill would have already chopped it into firewood.

"It's a terrible dryad." Jana looked at the big tree hole exposed after the roots were uprooted, and there were piles of eerie bones of various animals and humans scattered inside. "It didn't know how many people it ate, and we can be regarded as killing the Lexus Mountain."

"Bill, Lance, stop." Anjaye ordered the mushroom man to stop torturing the begging captive.

The girl happened to see the dryad raising its head and torso, pointing its dark facial features at them, making a painful "whimper" sound, shaking the tree crown weakly, and putting on an abstract expression of pleading.

"It seems to want to say something?" Bounty regained his carefree vitality after the shock just settled down.

"Ask me." The old wolf squinted his eyes at the dryad, "Maybe we can dig out some useful information from the natives here."

"Jana, Conscious Synesthesia Charm."

An Jiaye reminded his teammates that the human intelligence of this dryad was obviously ignorant, and he could only communicate with spiritism.

Jana took out her seldom-used staff and built a bridge of consciousness between the dryad and everyone—two different species can finally understand each other's riddles.

"Don't kill the wood lump." The dryad's yearning words echoed in everyone's ears, "The wood lump is just hungry, don't you humans also kill animals to eat meat? The wood lump is not delicious, and it is useless to kill it."

"We can chop you up for firewood." Anjaye raised the brim of his hat with the tip of his staff, threatening lightly.

"Wood Pimple is willing to be your servant." The many branches on the dryad's torso suddenly drooped, looking like a cartilage that was afraid of death.

"Wow, I can't figure it out, the waist of wood can bend." Bunty discovered the blind spot.

"I'm asking you, don't lie. If I have doubts, you will become nourishment for mushrooms." Anjaye continued to intimidate simply and rudely.

The two mushroom men were standing next to the dryad, and in conjunction with showing fierce facial expressions (艹盘艺), they waved their three hundred catties club as a threat.

Seeing the dryad nodding hastily, he shook the scattered leaves all over the sky.

Only then did Anjaye calmly point to the overthrown altar, the strange corpses with scales and fins, and the remains of other creatures in the pit.

"Who are those people you eat?"

"It's a fishtail man."

"Do you know where they are?"

The Dryad stretched out a trembling twig, pointing upstream where the river winds and disappears among the fir trees.

"In the big cave ahead, you can find it along the river."

"Are there many people?"

"I don't know about wood bumps, there shouldn't be many."

"I don't believe it." Anjaye raised his staff and pointed it at the dryad, and the mushroom bushes piled up on its branches immediately grew bigger visible to the naked eye.

"Don't, don't, the lump hurts."

The excessive extraction of nutrients by the parasitic fungus is as uncomfortable to the tree spirit as cancerous tissue extracting nutrients from mammals, and undead spells extracting the essence of life from living things.

Anjaye's move was definitely an unbearable torture for the dryad.

"Woodpimple knows, knows. There are many mermaids in the cave." The tree spirit finally confessed honestly.

"They often like to come and pick woody mushrooms to eat."

"Aren't they afraid of you?" Anjaye asked with his staff back.

"The wood pimples camouflage very well. They eat mushrooms and sleep, and the wood pimples will eat them."

"It seems to be a very cautious tree." Elsa looked proud, "It's a pity that we met our great detective Xiao An."

The old wolf who had been watching the process of Anjaye's torture with cold eyes, heard this and Ronan looked at each other.

"This is close to the place you said." Gambino clasped his hands.

Ronan nodded solemnly.

No matter what charades the two were playing, Anjaye, who noticed the conversation, realized that their plan to take a "shortcut" might be in trouble.

"Can you let the lump go now?" The bad tree spirit begged to prop up his upper body, "Did the lump really say everything?"

"you sure?"

Anjaye leaned on his staff, limped around behind the tree spirit, and watched the horror of the tree spirit's swollen face and mushrooms with a blank expression—the scrutiny from behind made the tree's branches and leaves tremble.

"Really, Wood Pimple didn't lie..." Before it could continue to beg for mercy, a flash of light cut its human face.

Maintaining the last mournful expression during its lifetime, cold blue light and flames flickered and splashed in the sword marks across its face, and the tree trunk above the sword marks, together with the crown, slanted and slid down from the main body in an instant.

The trunk of the three hugged was cut in two from the middle, and An Jiaye, who was standing behind the dryad, almost had his hat blown off by the remaining power of the sword wind.

The girl pressed the pointed hat angrily, and found that the dryad that was broken in two rumbled to the ground, revealing the majestic figure of the old wolf who drew his sword and slashed horizontally.

Chopped by Gambino?

Anjaye was stunned.

The old wolf rushed forward in the blink of an eye, ignoring her and instantly killed the dryad.

And at this point of time, she has no chance to swing the staff.

Gambino suddenly turned his back, allowing the blue flames to dance on the dryad's corpse, brutally devouring the strange life form that had grown up in an unknown number of years.

Inside the tree trunk that had been reduced to firewood, there was a muffled sound of collapse, and then it exploded into sawdust all over the sky—only sparks like butterflies were left, fluttering and falling on the cloak that Gambino raised.

"Okay, the torture time is over, it's time for us to get down to business."

The old wolf put the sword back into its sheath, and the burning remains of the lumps were scattered behind him, like an ordinary rotten tree branch falling into the campfire, leaving only a pile of black ashes in the blink of an eye.

"Gambino, why did you kill it..." Anjaye watched a piece of bark covered in flames fall to her feet, his eyes turned black with distress.

"Why do you keep the man-eating monster?" Gambino turned his head and sneered disgustingly. "It's not a kind dryad like your mentor. Don't feel sympathetic casually."

"I have no sympathy!" An Jiaye rarely lost his temper. "This is a rare species that coexists with many mushrooms. I was going to capture it as a test subject, but you didn't even leave me a single mushroom!"

"How are you going to pay me!"

"That's why." Gambino tilted his head, stretched out his little finger to dig out his ear piercing, and said indifferently, "I'll buy you a beautiful dress when you arrive in the capital. You haven't worn anything other than a witch's robe." Decent clothes, huh?"

"Okay!" Elsa raised her small fist excitedly, but was persuaded to retreat by Anjaye's angry stare.

The girl vowed in her heart that one day Gambino would pay for his arrogance towards mushrooms.

Chapter 43 The trail of the so-called fish tail, the clever battle of the Dandelion Squad

If witchcraft is only used for fighting and killing, then we have spent so many years in the academy for nothing.Sure enough, barbarians who can only reason with swords and muscles will not understand the wisdom of witches.Mushrooms are such an inconvenience. ——"Ankaye's Chat Notes"

After learning that there might be an indigenous tribe on the road ahead, Lao Lang immediately returned to camp and organized a scout team that was good at hiding traces, including the Dandelion team as a magic consultant, led by Ronan to investigate.

"Do you have any impression of the fish tail that the dryad said?" Anjaye asked Ronan on the road, "Should you have been here?"

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be an amphibious demi-human." Ronan shook his head, his face a bit embarrassed, "but there was no gathering place for them except for beasts before."

Under the cover of the fir forest, the scouts followed the source of the river pointed by the dryad, and went deep into a quiet valley between the mountains.

There are chirping birdsong from the treetops overhead, and from time to time, deer can be seen walking through the forest for food as if riding the fog and wind.Anjaye could feel the flow of pure and active magic essence in the air. He thought that there were dangerous and barbaric dead places everywhere in the Lexxar Mountains, but he didn't expect to find such a paradise with charming scenery.

At this time, Amanda, the flowing water spirit, who was put forward by Ronan to lead the way, suddenly swam back to the master quickly. Ronan raised his right arm to signal everyone to stop.

"There is movement ahead."

The girls followed Ronan, using the cover of bushes and trees, slowly probed out of the fir forest, and found a few figures looming in the mist beside the river not far away, holding harpoons and vines in their hands. Nets, stepping on the torrents that wash over the reefs.

"Is it the fish-tail man that the bad tree said?" Elsa cheered up.

Although it is covered by fog, the humanoid creature in the river can be vaguely recognized. It has a torso outline similar to human physiological characteristics. It looks short and thin, with a conspicuous flat tail fin on its buttocks, flapping around in the river water, hitting While foaming, you can even shoot fish out of the waves.

"It's the Cole Scales." Ronan observed the demi-humans in the Hui River, and said firmly, "They're fishing."

After confirming that there were no other demihumans ambushing or moving around, the bard quickly made a decision, "Take him back first."

At the prompt of Anjaye, Adeli applied the "mist cloak" to several of Ronan's subordinates. A few fierce men sneaked past under the cover of the spell, and quickly stunned the demi-men who were fishing. Quite tied back to the woods.

"I haven't seen this kind of demihuman before." Jana looked at the captives who were placed side by side on the ground and tied up with vines and said, "Different from the freshwater murlocs, they look like intelligent creatures that are more similar to us humans. "

Compared with the common murlocs that Anjaye knew well, the demi-humans called "Kor Scalemen" by Ronan had smooth and round faces, and slimy skin with inconspicuous scales, showing a wave-like appearance. translucent powder white.

The most striking feature is the large flat and flexible tail.In addition, they have spikes and fins on their limbs, back and tail, and webbed fingers for underwater activities.

Compared to their short and thin bodies, their huge heads are very close to the shape of catfish heads, with varying numbers of whiskers growing on their gills, which seem to be some kind of organ that can detect information in water.

Their protruding mouths are also very large, full of fangs like a crocodile, and can be easily split to the root of the ear, but the lips are so thin that they are almost invisible-I don’t know what language they use, but now the mouths are used by Anjaye with mushrooms It's clogged, and even if you wake up, you will definitely not be able to speak.

"Compared to murlocs, it's more like a sub-human species of aquatic frogs or lizards." Elsa also expressed her opinion.

"Looks like a salamander." Anjaye accurately judged the animal characteristics of this demihuman.

"I've read the records of Cole's scale-finned people in the 'Kristin's Natural History: The Peninsula'." Adele raised her hand, "These demi-humans who live along rivers and lakes can live amphibiously on land and water, and believe in The teachings of "Ms. Flowing Water and Mingquan" Naiades, although she looks strange, has a gentle and simple personality, like a clear and peaceful river. Among most of the aquatic demi-humans who are naturally dark and bloodthirsty, she is a rare exception. "

"That's right." Ronan also added, "They are a minority who live near the water. They only appear in the large lakes in the Kingdom of Oga. They make a living by fishing and hunting. Special freshwater pearl oyster."

Ronan shared his speculation: "If there are their tribes nearby, they should escape the taxes and oppression of the nobles on the border of the kingdom, and then trace the river to the deep mountains to settle down."

"Before we realize that we have invaded their territory, we must quickly confirm the information on the settlement." Ronan greeted the scouts, first took the delirious prisoner back, and reported to Gambino.

"Their settlement should not be far away." Ronan walked out of the woods, looked at a raft with a fish basket tied to the river, turned his head and asked An Jiaye, "I want to trouble Miss An to send a demon detective to the north of the valley. gone."

"Jana, please." An Jiaye greeted his companion who was good at this.

Jana took out her precious crystal ball from the bird's nest. The girl didn't use the bagpipes this time, but simply whistled.

Immediately there was a small alpine hummingbird nearby, who rushed over after being called, and flew around the girl's nest. After accepting the bread crumbs and short-term spiritual communication from Jana, this spiritual bird , immediately crossed the dense fir treetops, and flew further upstream towards the river outside the forest.

When the hummingbird crossed the misty river and broke out of the narrow valley between the two mountains - the bird's-eye view on the crystal ball suddenly opened up - and found a small picturesque lake in the north of the valley.

Hummingbirds flew over the lake and the rough river beach in troubled times, and arrived at the insurmountable mountain on the north side of the lake. Outside a deep and large cave connected to the river entering the lake, there were many figures of Cole scale fins walking around the lake shore. work.Outside the cave, a simple but sturdy cottage was built with wood, and many strong Cole guards were patrolling around the cottage with all kinds of tattered weapons.

"Miscalculation, when I came here five years ago, there were no people." Ronan subconsciously touched the lute behind his back, feeling the urge to sing a dirge, but he still held back, "I didn't expect that the cave would be destroyed by a crowd." The tribe of the Zhikor tribe found it and occupied it as a lair."

It's been five years, and everything is normal.

Anjaye sighed at the bard's belatedness.

"Go back and report to Gambino."

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Back at the temporary camp in the beech forest, Gambino and the scouting team inspected the Cole fishermen tied up in vine cages.

"Ronan, go straight to the entrance of the target." After receiving the report from the scout team, Gambino gave the order with a stern expression, "It's just a group of natives, let us lead the formation and hand it over to 'Badger' and 'Mad Tongue William' They deal with it."

The old wolf turned his head and told Fan Na who was also summoned: "We need magic power to attack the stronghold, call the girls here."

"Your Excellency, you want to send a group of butchers to kill them all?"

Unexpectedly, it was Ronan who raised the objection this time: "Although they are demi-humans, they are also considered as the people of the Kingdom who believe in the God of Flowing Water. Give me half a day to negotiate."

"It's been too long, not to mention that we can't leak the trail." Gambino dismissed indifferently, "Either call the 'Badger' to come, or you can do it yourself."

"I think Miss Witches should have a better way than attacking." Ronan shrugged and persuaded, "Your Excellency, it's best not to make too much noise on the road."

"The dead don't move." Gambino pulled out his long sword and put it on the neck of a poor fisherman. "If it was me, I would take these captives and threaten their leaders to come out to negotiate. Then cut him with a sword, and the rest are mobs."

It was really a despicable way that the old wolf would come up with.

As soon as Anjaye thought of that quiet and beautiful small lake, it was likely to be stained red with the blood of innocent people, and he felt a little physically uncomfortable.

Ronan turned to look around Anjaye and the others, asking for advice from the pilgrims.

"Ladies, can you help me persuade Your Excellency?"

Fanna's hesitant eyes wandered between Gambino and Ronan.

"I am willing to help Lord Ronan." An Jiaye stood up with a limp, and she decided to support Ronan's non-violent approach, "If I deal with it according to my method, as long as there are two Vinlands, the obstacles can be eliminated. And it can avoid the loss caused by the storm.”

"Your Excellency, you heard." Ronan volunteered again, "I guarantee with the honor of 'The Wave' that there will be no omissions in the mission."

"How many troops do you want?" The old wolf withdrew his sword and looked down at An Jiaye indifferently.

The girl knew that he was beginning to seriously consider his proposal this time.

"Your Excellency Ronan and his scouting team are enough." An Jiaye raised the mushroom staff horizontally to the old wolf, "The mystery of the magic does not require much fanfare."

"I'll leave it to you." The old wolf didn't stop him anymore. He turned around and sat down on a big rock beside the camp. With his sword in both hands, he stared at the girl indifferently, "I will set off two Vinland hours later than you."

The old wolf implied that if the task could not be completed on time, he would lead his thugs to destroy the Cole settlement.

Anjaye refused to comment on his brutal practice of exterminating genocide at every turn—but at least this time, Gambino must not underestimate the power of mushrooms.

"I'll go as well."