Fool's old attack is a wolf god

After letting the people go, Adolf said puzzledly: "Why did you lie to them? We obviously don't have beasts here."

"No, but we can pretend there is." Roy explained, "We have to create a trap, so that it will be easier to catch them all."

Adolf suddenly realized, as if he understood, Roy explained to him in detail what arrangement to make.

Taking advantage of this gap, Oriton went to check on the situation of the orcs in the brothel, and asked Yadi, Seth, Jack and his lady Nora to lead the group of orcs to the outskirts of the circus.

After everything was done, the humans who fled in a panic also ran back with buckets, but found that nothing happened, and the house of the brothel was intact.

The group of people threw down the bucket in horror, and staggered back to the city to rescue the soldiers.

Oridon witnessed the whole process of human beings panicking. He was worried that this matter would become a big deal, and suggested to leave quickly: "There is movement in the brothel, and the abnormality there will be discovered and spread soon, let's leave quickly. "

Roy listened carefully, but said, "Wait a little longer."

So the three of them lay in ambush not far from the brothel, watching the guards in charge of the investigation coming in and out of the city.

The boss of the escort team made notes and was about to leave when an old man with a white beard in a white robe suddenly appeared in the distance, followed by two young attendants, and hurriedly stopped the guard team who was about to leave: "Brandon!"

The captain of the guard, Brandon, was taken aback. He said, "My lord, why are you here?"

"This matter cannot be leaked out, it is a secret." The old man in white robe said nervously, "Suppress this matter, Brandon, you know."

Brandon pursed his lips: "But..."

The old man patted the captain of the guard on the shoulder and drove him out: "It's fine if I'm in charge here, you guys go back quickly! Go back!"

Brandon's footsteps were heavy and helpless, and he led the brothers away slowly.

Now that the chief magician of the empire has said that he has no right to violate it, this will be another unsolved case.

The white-robed old man commanded one attendant to go to the brothel to inquire about news, while communicating with another attendant. The other attendant looked hesitant and pointed in the direction of the forest uncertainly.

After inquiring about the news, the previous attendant came back to report the situation.

The white-robed old man stroked his beard after hearing this, and clapped his hands happily. He took out a worn-out notebook from his pocket, held it in front of his eyes, and flipped through a few pages carefully, and suddenly stopped on a certain incantation.

He closed his eyes and read it silently, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes lit up, and he walked straight towards the forest, which was in the direction of Roy and the others.

Oriton was a little nervous, he turned to look at Roy: "They..."

Roy covered his mouth and shook his head slowly.

Sure enough, the old man in white robe walked into the circle about 20 meters away from them, suddenly turned a corner, and walked straight towards the trap.

Adolf watched them turn the corner, and he didn't know which nerve had been poked in him. He couldn't hold back for a moment, and burst out laughing.

The old man in white robe stopped in his tracks: "What's the sound?"

Everyone held their breath, turned their heads and glared at Adolf, and Adolf waved his hand innocently: "It's okay, I put an enchantment, so the sound can't be transmitted."

Sure enough, an attendant looked around and happened to hear a long wolf howling in the distance, so he said, "My lord, it's a wolf. There are wolves howling in the forest."

The white-robed old man actually didn't have any doubts, just frowned, looked around again, and muttered: "I seem to have felt the magic wave just now."

Another attendant stretched out his hand to feel it, and flattered him in a timely manner: "As expected of your lord, since there are such beasts in such a suburb, there must be magic fluctuations."

These words really dispelled the doubts of the old man in white robe. He nodded and continued walking in the original direction.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Roy pulled Adolf's chin: "Don't be scary when you're nervous."

Adolf looked at him innocently: "I don't have any."

Roy had no intention of arguing, and reached out to pat him on the head: "It's done, if you say no, there will be no."

The next moment, a dazzling light came from not far away, everyone's eyes lit up, they got up and strode in that direction.

"What, what's going on?" The attendants were shocked and looked at the old man in white robe. "My lord, what kind of magic is this? What should we do?"

The white-robed old man reached out and patted the beam of light in front of him, frowning: "How can there be such a thing here? Is this super-level magic? Isn't this kind of magic lost 1000 years ago?"

He frowned in deep thought, and suddenly saw a few young men coming from a distance... No, not all of them were humans, one of them was an orc.

The leader of the orcs was handsome and tall, with an obvious sense of oppression between his brows, and he looked at them expressionlessly.

The old man in white robe frowned even deeper, he said: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

"I heard that you are the chief magician of the empire?" The handsome man on the right side of the orc stood up and looked at him seriously, "We want to make a deal with you."

The old man in white robe unconsciously took two steps back, showing a vigilant expression: "You have dark power in you, are you a demon?"

Oriton was taken aback by these words, and looked at him in shock: "Eh? Are you a demon?"

"Well, are you afraid?" Roy responded casually, "You don't want to make a deal with us? Then I can't guarantee what will happen to you next."

"No, I can't associate with demons!" The old man in white robe stiffened his neck, raised his noble head, and quickly recited a few spells silently, but found that none of them worked. Spells don't work either.

"It's useless, just give up." Roy said lightly, "Why don't you listen to my conditions?"

"No!" The white-robed old man would rather die than surrender, turned his head and sat on the ground, "I can't be with demons, you kill me!"

"If you want to kill you, here, right now, it's a breeze."

Roy squatted down and looked at the old man at the same level. He glanced at the two attendants who were so nervous behind the chief magician. He stroked his chin and said, "You want to die, but your attendant doesn't seem to want to die."

As soon as Roy pointed it out, the attendants seemed to have been turned on by some strange switch, pulling the sleeves of the old man in white robe: "Please! Please sir! We don't want to die!"

The old man was silent and did not speak, even glanced at them.

These two servants are the seedlings he carefully selected from the decadent nobles. He originally planned to let them hone their minds as servants, and then take them as apprentices to train them well, but now it seems that it is impossible.

"We don't want to make any excessive demands. It's not me who signed the contract with you, but him." Roy pointed to Adolf next to him, "You are willing to die in such an unexplainable manner, and you will also implicate the two young ones." life?"

The demon hit his pain point, and the white-robed old man shifted his gaze to Adolf: "Say it."

Fortunately, Roy had discussed with Adolf in advance what kind of contract to make. Adolf said with a solemn face, "One, liberate all orc slaves."

The old man in white robe snorted disdainfully: "Whimsical."

Adolf ignored him and continued to put forward the second condition: "Second, humans cannot harm orcs."

"I can't control other people's behavior." The old man in white robe spread his hands rascally.

"You, chief magician of the empire, are really useless." Oriton couldn't help mocking.

After Adolf listened, he subconsciously glanced at Roy.

Roy accepted the help signal calmly and added a condition: "Three, if you disagree, we will replace the king directly."

The old man in white robe suddenly raised his head and looked at him in shock.

"This is not a lie," Roy shook his finger at him, "I heard that the current king has been in office for more than 30 years, and he eats like a fat pig and is not doing his job well. Shit, a lot of people secretly hate him."

"Originally the second heir, Prince Jackson, and the fifth heir, Prince Alex, were the most hopeful to inherit the throne, but the king was afraid of losing wealth and rights, so he sent Jackson to a remote fief early to make things difficult for Alex to go to the vast looking for mermaids in the sea."

"But what the king fears most is death. He searched for money day and night, and every meal he ate food full of magical energy. Unfortunately, his body couldn't absorb these energy well. He could only watch himself getting fatter and fatter. The fatter..."

The old man in white robe looked at him strangely: "How do you, a demon, know so much?"

"There are so many bards, just find a reliable one to find out." Roy said nonchalantly, "One of the reasons why the nobles are rotten is that the king has a bad start. The king oppresses the nobles, and the nobles oppress the commoners. The civilians oppress the beast slaves, and if the source is pinched out, the subsequent things will be much easier."

The old man in white robe remained silent about Roy's words.

Indeed, the corruption of this kingdom has been revealed for a long time.

The current king was once a weak and pitiful illegitimate child. His father, the old king, was cursed, and the orthodox bloodlines passed away one after another. The old king was getting old, and the next successor was vacant.

Unfortunately, it was the mother of another illegitimate child who cursed the old king. She was an evil witch. Seeing that the throne at her fingertips was handed over to someone else, she was so angry that she turned to the king in all directions. Invoked a vicious curse:

"Sitting on the throne, you have trouble sleeping and eating, because you are an illegitimate child, and illegitimate children are not worthy of blood. Your young descendants are eager to try your throne, you are afraid, you are jealous, you are greedy, you eat and drink too much, you are moody , You lead the country to decline, even to perish! God will not favor you, you will fall into hell."

This is what the witch said to the king herself. As soon as she finished speaking, she was taken away by the guards. The young king was shocked and frightened, and immediately ordered the execution of the witch, including the witch's son and his younger brother.

The white-robed old man was already the chief magician of the empire at that time, but he was not there at that time. There were few magicians in the country who could take the lead, and all of them were at a loss for the witch's curse.

When the old king was dying, he went to the far east to search for the holy medicine to prolong his life, but he learned the news of the old king's death halfway.

When he hurried back, the witch and her son had been executed, and their heads were hanging on the city gate with horrific expressions.

This malicious curse instantly escalated into a blood sacrifice curse, and the only solution was buried deep in the soil and disappeared without a trace.

Everyone knows that only life can pay back the curse of life as a sacrifice, and the future of the king is thus nailed to the track of fate.

Only the old man in white robe did not want to believe this fact. He was as loyal to the new king as he was to the old one.

He tried to use various magic spells to reduce the strength of the curse for the young king; he did his best to benefit the country, praying for good weather and a good harvest of food; he gave all the credit to the young king to make the people of the empire happy life, and sing praises to their king.

However it didn't work.

At the beginning, the new king trusted him and placed his hopes in him. He threw a lot of gold coins at him, vigorously developed magic, and tried his best to forget the curse. But when he was stabbed and injured, the king changed, because the first sentence came true. it's -

Sitting on the throne, you have trouble sleeping and eating.

The injured king really had trouble sleeping and eating, because the place where he was injured was very magical, that is, a special part of a man. After inspection, the second sentence of the witch was also fulfilled——

Because you are an illegitimate child, and an illegitimate child is not worthy of blood.

Despite the king's full protection of the pregnant queen inside and out, the child in the queen's stomach died inexplicably.

The only bloodline was cut off, the king was desperate, and he had vaguely felt the third curse——

Your young descendants are eager to try your hand at your throne.

It was like a heavy chain, one link after another, constantly pulling forward. The king began to be afraid, jealous, greedy, overeating, and moody.

The helpless king's thinking became more and more extreme and crazy. He began to search for a lot of wealth, tried his best to grasp the power, began to eat all kinds of magical food, and hoped desperately for a miracle to happen.

Yet no miracles.

From the moment the witch died, the kingdom's curse had begun to be fulfilled.

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