Aesop's Forest, a forest dominated by beech trees, with a patchwork of trees, and the arrival of the May of Roses, their bark, roots, and leaves gradually losing their original colors, and uniformly changing to black—the changes are not calm in the ongoing forest, and the evidence is a mess, apparently trampled by a certain group of animals, which appears in the forest, very obviously. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This trace has almost evolved into a road.

In a grove of trees beside the traces, the still active hare jumped and stopped, its three-petaled mouth trembling, and it reached out into the grass for food that had not been completely blackened by the darkness, and as it moved, the blades of grass were shaken off and made a rustling sound—even some of the fur on its body.

Suddenly, in the silence, a hand reached out from the bushes, and the hare scurried away in terror, and soon disappeared into the forest.

The finger was articulated, covered in thick calluses and scars, and the green tendons could be faintly visible on the surface—it skimmed over the grass that the hare had approached, and in the darkness of the night, perhaps the distorted air in his hand could not be seen clearly, but the blades of grass that the hand touched were instantly burned to ashes.

Rustling......

Soon, a man walked through the grass and was a sturdy man. The smile on his face had vanished, and he looked more like a silent warrior, with nearly a curtain of air around his hands twisted like dead wood—except that he was not a warrior, but an adventurer.

He was dressed in the costume of an adventurer, an older, somewhat tattered leather armor, and he rolled up his sleeves to reveal his strong, tight muscles.

"It's been a long time since we've seen you wield this power. Beside him came an old man, gray-haired, wrinkled, and seemingly immobile, holding a wooden staff that seemed to be prepared to facilitate progress—in fact, the old man seemed to move more slowly, not with difficulty—and easily jumped over the somewhat difficult bushes, "It's been twenty years." ”

"It's nostalgic, Fresson, but you're as old as you were then. Wicker listened to Fresson's words, the expression on his face changed subtly, and he spoke in a somewhat relaxed tone, "Let's go, Helis won't be able to hold on like that." ”

They had been walking fast through the forest all day, looking for the wolves.

"You're already in a good position, aren't you," Fresson said slowly, but he didn't feel anxious, "it's a lot of bad luck." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Wicker swung his fist at the beech, seemingly inconsequential, but as time passed, his fist "burrowed" into the wood little by little.

The crackling sound sounded in it, accompanied by the heat, which made people very frightened to watch.

"There's not a lot of anxiety in years, and when you think about it, I haven't felt that way in twenty years, haven't we, Wicker. Ignoring the scene, Fresson walked forward, his staff tapping the ground, "Let's go." ”

Wicker withdrew his fist when he heard this, and in the dark night when he couldn't see clearly, people could only feel the horror of this punch from the heat rising from the beech tree, and it was not just terrible on the surface - a few minutes passed, and suddenly there was a crisp crackling sound from the inside of the beech tree, and then the tree, which was at least ten feet in diameter, was broken from it, and slowly fell to the side, splashing a layer of dust, slowly and heavily, causing a small muffled sound in the forest.

Wicker and Fresson didn't care much about this, and they followed the wolves from the swamp all the way north.

"It looks like a wolf pack...... Look at these footprints, the average wolf pack wouldn't do that. They followed the messy but obvious footprints—Fresson could tell them closely," the wolves were still in a state of madness...... If it's our enemy who does this, it's a formidable enemy. ”

"We've all defeated such a powerful enemy—is this the Beast Whisperer?Did Fitnair have a holiday with the Beast Whisperer?Hear from Helis and Hubert that she was an orphan and had parents—maybe it had something to do with it. Wicker frowned.

"Calm down, my friend. There is only one Beast Whisperer left in Starlight, and the rest of the Beast Whisperer has already been ......," Fresson reminded him, "Of course, there may be a new Beast Whisperer in the forest I am concerned about. ”

Wicker stopped talking, he knew what Fresson meant—Freison smiled, a kind smile.

"Hubert, you're enough!" the two of them walked forward, and suddenly heard Helis's almost uncontrollable scream behind them—if it weren't for the clarity of her words, even Wicker would have thought they were in trouble.

Helis insisted on finding Fitney, but her physical strength was clearly not enough to keep up - after all, she was a magician, not a warrior, especially since she was a mage who had not graduated. So, together with Hubert, he fell not far behind.

"Helice, you're enough," Freisen and Wicker walked back to see what was going on, and then Hubert's voice rang out, "These footprints show that she was captured by the Beast Whisperers, but the Beast Whisperers are almost extinct, and since she is a forest hunter, she must have mastered some of the Beast Whisperers' abilities, otherwise she would not be able to live in the forest—don't you understand, Helis?"

"What do I need to understand? All I know is that she was taken away by the wolves after she was seriously injured trying to save me, and all I see is that you've been complaining to me that she's a conspiracy - why can you be so arrogant?!" The beautiful and confident face lost its original brilliance, and the expression was painful at this time.

"She's just looking for a refuge, and wants us to take her to the academy by the fact that Her Excellency the Headmaster is here—but she's a 'flawed person' without magic!" Hubert felt that he had had enough of Helis's vexatious trouble, and was at the same time irritated by her words.

Helis almost collapsed: "Is this your attitude towards my savior, and should I be killed by a wild boar?"

"That's your ......," Hubert said.

"Indeed, my stupidity!" interrupted Helis, "but I don't need to be scolded by you arrogant man!Where were you then?Hubert, it makes sense that others think you are unreasonable, I really don't know what I owe you to be so sarcastic about?"

After saying that, Helis turned around and left, and she walked very resolutely.

Hubert frowned: "You'd better not put two things together and say ......"

But Helis didn't want to listen to him, and quickened her pace, past Wicker and Freisen.

"Oh kid, what would make you think like that. Fresson nodded at Wicker before walking towards Hubert, his hand resting on Hubert's shoulder, and Hubert's shoulders could be felt tense at this time, "Everything will be fine." ”

"It was the night we came to the tavern, and Helis had already slept, and I couldn't sleep, and found that the girl hadn't slept yet—she had been suspicious from the start, and the magician who had appeared out of nowhere......" Hubert felt a splitting headache and his voice was a little dazed, "She was asking the magician about the Beast Whisperer...... All I heard was small things, 'beast whisperers', 'summoning' or something...... She found me later and we had a small talk – she told me that she was an orphan...... But we've already guessed that...... She fell asleep as she spoke, and I put her in bed and heard her talk in her sleep......"

There was a gleam in Fresson's eyes.

Hubert walked forward a little sloppily, his steps vague, but each step seemed very heavy.

"What did she say?" Fresson asked, looking up at the dark night sky.

She said......'Mom, I'll find a way to be a magician,'......" Hubert's face turned pale.

A muffled thud broke ——! conversation, and Fresson jerked over the side.

"Fitney!" Then Helis's voice rang out.

Fresson waved his staff and moved forward quickly, each step of which seemed to carry an afterimage with him, as he carried the pale Hubert forward.

Until they saw that in the clearing ahead, a girl was forced into front of a boulder, and there was a fire burning in the forest not far from them—red light reflected on the girl's face.

They could see the blood on the girl's belly by the light of the fire, and Fitney struggled to keep her eyes open, the blood loss kept her unconscious at any moment, but what was in front of her kept her awake at all times—a man-tall wolf with a shiny mane that took on a peculiar sheen in the light of the fire, and one could see its eyes looking at Fatney with a look at food.

"Don't ...... Don't ......" Fitney's mouth spat out broken words, she tried to continue to retreat, but there was no way back, and as she hurriedly retreated, she also pulled her own wound, and the pain made her unable to move.

"Damn it——!" When Freison saw the image clearly, a word overflowed from Wicker's clenched teeth, and his body had already rushed out with the voice.

The wolf spotted Wicker and instead of turning around, he pounced on Fitney - the distance allowed it to bite Fitney before dealing with Wicker.

"Don't!" Helis screamed, and then her eyes went black and she passed out. Fresson walked up behind her and caught her so that he couldn't chant in the first place.

Fitney looked at the wolf with a shudder, and also screamed, as if with all his might, and rolled out his hands.

As if by a miracle, a white light drilled out of her palm, dazzling and shocking.

"How is this possible......" Hubert muttered to himself, shocked, and retreated a little embarrassed.

"This girl turned out to be a magician?" Fresson was also a little surprised, and looked at everything that was happening in front of him.