Hola returned to the camp.

But by this time it was empty.

Hara was sure where she was standing now, where the original tent had been, but as far as the eye could see, there was only dirt and grass.

She couldn't even see any trace of anyone once camping here.

Have they moved, or have they not yet reached the real hiding place of the camp?

The Queen of Hearts is an extremely powerful witch, and perhaps Hola will need some special method to reach the real camp.

The orbs in the orbits disappeared, and the blue glow grew.

Hola couldn't see any trace of the camp.

Maybe she's too weak, maybe they're not here anymore.

The method of communicating with the guards like the last time may not work.

But Hola didn't have to.

This time there was no one around her.

The girl jumped up slightly.

Then she flew.

The white dove circled in the sky, flapping its wings and adjusting to her new body.

It's actually not a very good feeling.

Bestiality grows in her heart.

The brain structure of birds is far less elaborate than that of humans.

Her eyes were on either side of her head at the moment.

And the way her brain processes signals from her eyes is also slightly different from that of humans.

Her field of vision reached more than 200 degrees, which was a novel experience for Hara, who was accustomed to human vision, and there were also organs unique to birds on her eyes, which were used to protect against wind and sand.

A light hollow skeleton that evolved to fly.

But even with so many differences from humans, pigeons are actually similar to humans in many ways.

For example, both have the same number of sensory systems, and most of the overlapping brain functions include bone, blood, flesh, heart, lungs, and stomach.

The connection between the two is so wonderful.

But some monsters are completely different.

In Hervin's book, Hora has seen creatures whose none of their sensory systems overlap with humans, and whose organs function beyond the limits of what humans can imagine.

What makes such a difference.

Is it because they were created by different creators? Or is it because the environment determines everything about the local creatures, as Darwin claimed, and everything is the result of natural evolution.

The pigeon's little head can't figure it out.

There may be races that possess intelligence far beyond humans, but Hara has been avoiding becoming them.

She saw the towering walls again.

But Hera, who had been there, knew that the walls were not even more than ten meters, and that the height of her own position was far more than ten meters.

She should have been able to see the street inside.

However, in her view, everything in the city is obscured by the "high walls", and the only thing that can be seen is the corpse of the King of Hearts, impaled by the so-called tower, and the ravens hovering in his crown.

And this tower is just a spear.

Hola was a little worried.

When she finally flew to the city walls, her fears became a reality.

The walls were taller than her.

Always.

She flew lower and lower.

She saw the gate where she had come with her companions.

The lines on the city wall and the position of a few tufts of grass in front of the gate are exactly the same as before.

It's just that there's one less person here.

Cube stood silently in front of the door with a sword in one hand.

Hara returned to the ground and stood up.

She walked to the city gates.

Square One's expression was extremely serious.

The last time they met, he seemed to be on the verge of holding back a smile at any moment, but now there was no longer crazy joy in his eyes.

In its place was a touch of compassion.

Hara walked up to him, noticing the slight curl of the blade he was holding.

"Open the door. ”

The cube nodded a little and opened the city gate directly.

"Yes, Duke of Spades. ”

Without saying a word, Hara walked towards the city.

The raven still hovers in the sky, watching what is happening in the city like a guard, leaving it to inform its owner later.

And Hola didn't walk a few steps after entering the city when she saw another missing guard, the One of Hearts.

He was underneath the corpse of the King of Hearts.

His skull had reverted to its original shape, taking on a distinctive bright silver texture, and next to his skull, there were quite a few other people's heads, the metal heads of the Packa, the skeletons of the undead.

It formed a hill of human heads.

Some of them still had the expressions they had on their faces, as if after being separated from their bodies, the heads of these Packars had become truly hard metal and could no longer relax.

Some heads were furious, some were terrified, and some had weird smiles.

The face of the One of Hearts was a mixture of anger and pain.

There is a sign at the front, with a few bloody characters painted on it with red paint:

"Betrayer. ”

Hola paused for a moment.

Then she kept walking.

If the time is followed, tomorrow morning will be the time for execution.

Hora walked into the alley.

But when she came out again, she had already changed into a different look.

A mouse.

She followed the path of her memories and headed for the only place she knew.

The gate of the fence that had been smashed by Peloris has been repaired, but traces of damage can still be seen.

She slipped straight through the gap in the door.

Soon she was in front of the back door of the last time, and it was impossible to tell if there was anyone inside.

She searched around the building again, and soon found a passage suitable for small animals.

She entered the house.

It's empty too.

A blue glow flickered in the mouse's eyes.

Then she came to the staircase that led to the bottom of the old land of spades.

The rat raced and jumped down the stairwell.

Every time Hora reaches the floor, she stops and twitches her nose to sniff.

She came to the door where she met the Boss of Spades for the first time.

An adult human male rises from the shadows.

He stretched his hand and turned the handle of the golden skull.

It can't be pushed.

This is not a weight that ordinary humans can shake.

Adult males' back muscles begin to expand outward, their clothes change accordingly, black hair grows, teeth grow forward, and they are sharp enough to easily penetrate the throat of their prey.

The werewolf reached out again and pushed open the door made of pure gold.

She lowered her head and stepped inside.

The werewolf's body shrank rapidly, transforming back into the form of a human man.

Nothing to see.

Hora's eyes twitched slightly.

Then everything in front of you is clearly visible.

There were several corpses lying on the ground.

Or bones.

The heads of the undead were brutally ripped off, and the weeping masks were scattered on the ground.

Light came from behind Hora.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind pressure in the back of her head.

She began to turn around.

The muscles of the arms begin to swell, and the nails turn into sharp claws.

As Hora turns, she's going to werewolf.

Boom!

The thick werewolf arm and the shadow fist collided.