Fool's old attack is a wolf god

Having avoided being chased and killed safely without any danger, Roy became more cautious about traveling and went to towns less frequently. They began to take the mountain paths exclusively, avoiding the noisy crowds, the sowing farmers and the endless The fields always look good.

Roy and Adolf sometimes caught wild game and grilled it, and sometimes they took the cubs to the farmers' houses to exchange for some food. Although these poor people couldn't produce any good dishes, it was still easy to get along with these simple-minded people. Feel at ease, at least you don't have to worry about your whereabouts being leaked.

One day, they came to a valley full of flowers, which looked very beautiful, and they decided to stay here for a night.

But getting closer, Roy and Adolf noticed something was wrong.

The flowers in this valley are beautiful, and there is no problem. They look like honeysuckle that can be used as medicine. The problem is the center of the valley.

There was a stone house, surrounded by a fence, and the most terrible thing was that there were gray and white human heads stuck on the fence. They were all dead, staring straight at the direction of the forest, as if they were resentful and cursing. wearing something.

"The people who live here are definitely not good people." Adolf asserted, "Are we really going to live here tonight?"

"The children like this valley very much. It's nothing to stay here for one night," Roy said lightly, and brought back Blaise, who wanted to pick flowers, "But if we want to stay here, I'm afraid we need to visit the people here. Owner."

"What if the other party is a murderer?" Adolf asked worriedly, "What if he still eats human flesh? What is there to visit with such a person?"

"You're overthinking it." Roy glanced at Adolf. "These heads are hanging outside just for demonstration, so that some vicious people will retreat."

"I know that a long time ago, there was such a custom in a nation," Roy said for Adolf Cope, "This group of people is not easy to mess with. If someone steals or robs them, they will cut off the intruder's head. Hang it on the fence, so that those blind guys can go as far as they can."

"... There are still such people?" Adolf looked in disbelief.

"A guy who really likes to kill is not stupid enough to hang his head outside to scare people," Roy smiled, with a hint of deep meaning in his smile, "Smart hunters like to pretend to be approachable, and play tricks on their prey when they are most relaxed. He kills people slowly...they enjoy the fear of their prey."

Adolf shuddered inexplicably: "Roy, don't say such strange things."

"Is there? Are you scared?" Roy laughed loudly, and changed the subject, "Let's visit the owners of these heads."

There is a path paved with stones in the direction leading to the stone house. Presumably the owner does not want others to trample his flowers. Roy holds the child in one hand and leads Adolf in the other hand, walks along the stone road to the stone house, and rings door.

"Who is it?" An old voice sounded, "We don't accept guests today."

Roy was taken aback for a moment, then glanced somewhere, and he suddenly said, "We just want to ask if the flowers here can be picked?"

"No!" The door opened with a bang, and an old lady with a cane came out. She knocked hard on the door frame, "You can't pick the flowers here! Don't you see these big characters?"

"I'm sorry," Roy said that on purpose after seeing those words. He said sincerely, "Did I misunderstand you? Our family happened to pass by here, and the flowers in this valley were very beautiful. I like it, so I want to visit the owner of the valley."

When the old lady heard this, her complexion became better, and she said: "Are you really just looking at the flowers?"

"It would be even better if we could live in the valley for one night." Roy said with an innocent face, "We're not here to see flowers, why else?"

The old lady didn't answer the question, but turned around: "Come in."

Roy and Adolf came in with the cubs in their arms, and Adolf was holding two sheep. Those who didn't know would think that this family might be shepherds selling goat milk for a living.

The old lady glanced at the ewe's belly: "It's about to give birth? Five?"

"?" Roy was stunned for a moment, and smiled, "I haven't touched the belly of a ewe yet. It would be great if I could give birth to five ewes, preferably one male and four females. When they grow up, they can have more lambs." Too much goat's milk."

"Two males and three females are not bad," the old lady walked to the hanging chair with a cane, and lay down on it by herself. "There is tea on the table, you pour it yourself, don't touch my bottles and cans."

Adolf paused, and withdrew his gaze from looking around.

The weather has just entered autumn, but the temperature in the stone house is just right. There are rows of shelves next to the wall, and there are many transparent jars of different sizes and strange colors on the shelves, and even some dead animals are placed in a mess on the side of the wood. on the table.

In the middle of the room, hung a large rusty iron pot. Red flames were crackling and jumping near the edge of the pot. There was a dark, unknown liquid in the pot, which kept bubbling upwards, and the whole room was filled with A strange smell, not unpleasant, but unexpectedly wants to make people take a long breath.

Obviously, this is a witch living alone.

Roy didn't know how to explain the concept of witches to Adolf, so he could only whisper to Adolf: Magician.

"Not a magician, but a cursed witch." The old lady suddenly said, "Sit down and drink tea, don't whisper anything."

Roy smiled awkwardly, and poured himself a cup of tea as a cover-up. He himself is a vampire who is invulnerable to all poisons, and he is not afraid of any tricks. After taking a sip, he found that the tea was cool and refreshing. It tasted like Honeysuckle tea.

It just so happened that they ate a lot of meat these days, and they got a little angry. Roy generously poured a cup for Adolf, refilled another cup for himself, took a sip and fed it to the children. The pot of tea was quickly finished up.

"I'm really sorry," Roy rubbed his neck in embarrassment. "Is there any more tea? I think we can have some more."

The old lady didn't even look at it, and pointed to a kettle on the table.

The kettle looked dirty on the surface, but the water inside was crystal clear when the lid was opened. Roy poured a cup and tasted it. After confirming that it was ordinary boiling water, he poured it into the teapot, and another pot of honeysuckle tea was freshly baked.

"Thank you for the flower tea," Roy said politely. "This kind of flower is really beautiful and practical. Can you really give us some?"

"Do you know this kind of flower?" the old lady asked suddenly.

"I know," Roy said frankly, "this kind of flower can be used as medicine, and it is a very useful flower."

"This is a flower from my hometown," the old lady sighed, "Are you from the demon clan? You should have seen this kind of flower before."

Roy and Adolf glanced at each other, and they both saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

"How long have you lived here?" Roy asked, "Have you not been home for a long time?"

"I was cursed and trapped here for more than 600 years," the old lady's tone was neither sad nor happy, "Your partner is an orc? That's good, it's much better than humans who are greedy for profit. "

"Before your identity is discovered, stay away from cunning humans," the old lady gritted her teeth when she said this, as if she hated that person very much, "They will catch you and take away the most precious things from you , make you miserable!"

As the old lady said, she opened her wrinkled eyelids and fixed her gaze on the children: "Especially something as precious as dragon scales, don't wear them in the open, if they are caught by the group in the White Tower The old men with magic know, you will definitely regret it!"

Following her gaze, Roy reached out and stuffed the red scale necklaces thrown out by the children into their clothes. He said sincerely, "Thank you for reminding me, you must be a kind person."

The old lady sneered: "Would a kind person plant heads all over their yard?"

"Do you have to be a bad guy if you put heads all over the yard?" Roy asked with a smile.

Adolf finally took the opportunity to ask: "Whose heads are those? The heads of the invaders?"

The old lady raised her head and glanced at him: "Some are ignorant guys who took my medicine without my permission? It's unforgivable! Others are my enemies. I forgive, but actually want to kill me... Oh, what's the use of killing me? Even if my soul dies, my curse will never-"

"Chia Witch! Chia Witch!" There was a shout outside the door, and a haughty young man pushed the door in. "Have you finished the potion that should be made this month? Don't try to play tricks... ...who are you? How are you here?"

Adolf and Roy turned to look at him. Before they could say anything, they heard the old lady speak first: "Get out!"

"Witch Chia, you—"

"Get out!" The old lady yelled, swung the door with a slam and knocked people out, and they could all hear the wailing sound of the young man falling on the gravel road.

"I made you laugh." The old lady said flatly, "Please wait a moment, I will talk to you after I finish dispensing this potion."

The old lady stood up on crutches. She first picked up a dead crow from the table and threw it into the iron pot, and then poured a bottle of red and a blue potion into it. She even squeezed a dead crow from the ground. Throwing the soil into the pot, he opened the cabinet and took out a can of viscous liquid that was extremely smelly, and poured it in all at once.

Immediately afterwards, the old lady took out a huge iron spoon and stirred it in the pot. The smoke that came out swirled and floated into the air. Finally, she took a small bottle and filled it up, and stuffed it into the pot. The plug was thrown out the door: "Take it!"

The young man got what he wanted, held the bottle and started yelling: "You old hag actually threw me with the door! If it wasn't for our family to protect you...!"

The black crow used for decoration in the room suddenly came alive, and rushed out of the stone house with a loud cry, pecking at the young man's head full of bruises, and fled in a panic.