945, Iberian Peninsula - Aragonese Plain.

The stream meandered along the forest, and on the rocks by the stream sat a rather young man, who was now squatting by the river to wash his face, his short gray hair sticking to the branches, and the hem of his clothes were also cut by thorns, which looked very messy.

It was none other than the fleeing prince, West Zevel.

After a long day of running all night, he escaped from the manor's grasp, climbed several mountains and several forests, and he did not believe that his female officer would be able to catch up at this time.

However, even if he catches up with Zevier, he is not very worried, because he has a night stalk, and the night stalker can help him keep watch in the air, and anyone who approaches him a thousand steps, he can be warned.

After a day of flying, the night owl was tired, and he was now combing his feathers on the branches. It's daytime, and it's looking a little languishing.

"What's your name?" asked the Night Stalker.

The night owl focused on combing and ignoring him.

Czeeville bowed a handful of water and threw it at the night owl, and it jumped out of the way, croaking unhappily, "What are you doing?"

"What's your name?" asked Zevier again.

"No name. The night owl replied listlessly.

"Why don't you have a name?"

"Because it doesn't need to. ”

The night owl said coldly.

"Why not, we all have names. ”

"Where did you get so much and why?"

The night owl croaked angrily and said, "Even if there is, I won't tell you my real name." Knowing the true name of something gives you complete control over it, and as a wizard, you don't even know that. ”

"I don't know, no one taught me. ”

Zevier said honestly.

"No, now you know. The night owl croaked, continuing to comb his hair.

"Although what you say is very profound, but..."Zevier's eyes rolled, "but... You always croak, I'll call you a frog. ”

"Quack!?"

The night stalker jumped angrily in protest.

"Frog frog, quack~"

"Shut up, stupid fellow. Do you still want to go to Pandora to find a wizard?"

"Yes," said Zevier, "or what am I going to do with you?"

"I'm hungry," said the night owl with a sense of pity, "and if you can help me find some food, I'll gladly leave early to take you to Pandora." ”

Food...

When the night owl said this, Zevel felt hungry too. After running all night, he didn't pay attention, and now when he stopped, he heard his stomach growling.

For the first time since he was a child, he experienced this feeling under the care of countless people, and because he was afraid that the female officer would lead someone to catch up, he barely brought any luggage and traveled lightly alone. This resulted in him not having any reserve food on him.

"Brother Frog, what would you like to eat?"

"Snakes, rats, rabbits, as long as it's not mushrooms. ”

"Do frogs eat them?"

"Quack!" the night owl fluttered its wings and pounced on him with its fierce claws.

Sizevel laughed, dodged the night owl's hook, and ran out with ease.

The night owl didn't want to pay attention to him, stuck his head in his wings and began to sleep.

It didn't go far before hunger surged again.

Goo-goo...

Cizerwell's stomach screamed even more fiercely, and he didn't dare to make a fuss, so he quickly got up and broke a branch, sharpened it with a small knife, and got up and walked into the woods.

The resources in the forest were not abundant, and after searching for ten minutes, he found a small animal in the woods that was eating berries on the ground.

The creature resembles a rabbit, but it lacks the rabbit's three-petal mouth and long ears, only a pair of round ears that look like a mouse and two bony black eyes.

In his daily life, Zevel learned to mount and hunt with the head of the guard at the manor, and he was very confident in his body.

He held his breath and walked forward one foot deep and one foot shallow, under his feet were the dead branches and leaves that had accumulated for many years, and they were a little soft and even a little elastic when they stepped on, completely absorbing the sound of his footsteps, and there was no sound at all when he stepped on it.

Then, when he was close to five meters away, he leaped out and attacked. Before the beast could react, it was stabbed in the leg by the tip of the stick.

It struggled and convulsed and ran in the other direction, but Zevier pounced on it, pressed it, drew his knife, pressed down on the animal's veins, and said, "I'm sorry. ”

Then, he stabbed the struggling prey.

Blood seeped into the trunk of the tree, and Czevel grinned as he lifted his booty, this was his first killing, but he didn't resist anything.

A small achievement made him feel very good, and he had obtained the qualification to survive with his own hands, and the old manor could not give him such a feeling.

Just as he was about to go back to have lunch with the night owl, he suddenly noticed that something was watching him next to him, and when he looked down, it turned out to be a black-green python, hiding in the grass and hissing and spitting letters.

"Hey!"

Zevel took the prey and glanced at the python: "This is what I found first!"

The python spat out the letter, turned and slowly left.

I don't know if it's a delusion on the part of Zevier, but he always felt that there was sarcasm in the snake's eyes before it left.

The hunger in his belly diluted his other thoughts, and he hurried back with his prey, and his mind had already thought of more than a hundred ways to cook it, even though he knew nothing about cooking.

After walking back for about half an hour, Zevier's pace gradually slowed down, and he remembered that it only took him about ten minutes to get here, but it took more than three times as long to get back.

Not only that, but the stream where he washed his face was nowhere to be seen at the moment, obviously it was near here just now.

The scenery around is very similar to when I first passed by, except that the trees are trees, but they are not exactly the same.

But what is different exactly, he can't say.

"Strange. ”

He touched his head, thought about it, and moved forward in small steps in the direction he had identified.

Walked for another ten minutes.

The brook that had separated from the night owl was still nowhere to be seen, which left him puzzled, and then he stopped abruptly and took two steps back.

I saw a beech tree on his left, and there was a pool of red blood at the black root of the beech.

His brow furrowed deeply when he saw the blood on the beech, for no other reason than the place where he had just stabbed his prey, and the blood was all the same shape.

It was clear that he was walking back just now, but how could he walk and walk back to the same place?

Looking around again, the weather was getting late, the sun was setting, the eerie north wind was blowing the shadows of the trees, like hideous creatures, and he felt that he was being watched by something cold and inexplicable that had no affection for him, which made him inevitably nervous.

Where and how to get there?

The sense of direction is a bit confusing.

And I'm a little scared...

But when you think about it again, he is a wizard, and he can talk to the night owl, which is also mysterious, why should he be afraid of mystery?

He gestured twice with his hand and decided that it would be better to go to the same place.

Starting again, this time he was resolute and resolute, with a hard step, turning back every few steps, glancing at the footprints he had left on the ground, making sure he was walking in a straight line.

But ten minutes later, he still couldn't return to the stream where he had washed his face, and not only that, but there was even a row of footprints in front of him, and he followed the row of footprints in amazement, and in a few moments, he returned to the place where the blood-stained beech was.

The shape of the blood stains on the beech was exactly the same as it had been ten minutes earlier, but it was a little dry.

A cold wind blew, the air seemed to freeze, and there was some kind of almost magical whisper in the wind: "Hiss... Hiss... You took what doesn't belong to you... Hiss hiss ....."

Even the bravest person couldn't hold back at the moment, the corners of Zevier's mouth twitched twice, he shivered, and ran away. Want to get away from this weird place quickly.

This time he didn't choose his direction anymore, instead, he twisted left and right and kept changing directions, and the trees were quickly left behind him, and he jumped over all the obstacles that could stop him.

However, after five minutes of running, he stopped like a brake. For no other reason, Zevier still returned to a similar position, the sticky beech was like a maggot attached to the bones, and it couldn't be shaken off.

"Wow! What's going on?"

He screamed alone.

Thinking of the stories that the personal female officer had read with him, and thinking of some mysterious phenomena that the Hugo University had told him, Cizerwell couldn't help but sweat in his head, could it be that the ghost of the rabbit came to the door?

So he untied the prey hanging from his waist, looked at it hoarsely and said, "Are you unhappy...? I want to eat you because I'm hungry, if I don't eat you, you'll die, it's inevitable, I apologize, why do you blame me?"

The prey did not answer, its tongue sticking out, its eyes empty, dead and lifeless, not at all like it could cause wind and waves.

"Okay, count you ..... ruthless"

West Zevier abandoned his prey and put the carcass of his prey back under the beech.

He stepped back, leaving the beech step by step.

When he retreated to about ten meters, there was a soft sound behind him.

He turned his head like lightning, and saw a black-green python emerge from the bushes, grab the prey that was placed under the beech, and turn and run.

"I knew you were playing tricks!!"

Cizerwell was furious, and he immediately rushed out of the bushes, shouting with a dagger. The humiliation of being teased went straight to the top door.

He didn't know how he had returned to square one again and again, but he was sure that the snake must have been playing tricks. A prince who is dignified himself was actually tricked by a snake. It really doesn't make sense.

The snake saw that he was menacing, and swam away from the fallen leaves with a rabbit in his mouth, and it was very fast.

"Stop!

Zevier was firmly following the python, running faster and faster.

At last an apparition came out, but he didn't realize how fast he was.

The thought that he had just been frightened by that strange phenomenon made him feel ashamed of his fear. Scholar Hugo had taught him since he was a child that the true king should be a true king who would not change his face, but he did not do it.

Fortunately, the Hugo scholar also told him that he should never forgive his opponent easily, and only after victory will there be so-called mercy. He still has a chance to do that.

Now, he's going to dismantle the reptile that humiliated him.

The python turned its head to look at him, frightened by his momentum, and immediately did not dare to race with the boy, so it found a crack in the ground and drilled into it.

Zevier pounced, grabbed the python's tail firmly a second before it entered the hole, and then, his neck muscles bulged up, trying to pull the python out of the hole.

The python hissed in pain.

Then, the earth shook.

The ground shook wildly, and leaves and branches fell in a flurry.

Zevier was unusually focused, he didn't care about any ground shaking, he was going to drag out the snake that humiliated him and slaughter it today.

"Quack!"

At this moment, a night owl flew desperately from the air, shouting as it flew: "Hurry up, fool, don't pull!"

As soon as Zevier looked up and saw the night owl, he immediately said happily: "You are here, hurry up and help me!"

"Help!"

The night owl was about to cry, and it shouted anxiously, "Let's go, we're in the wrong place, there's a snake here!"

"Nonsense, of course I knew there were snakes here!"

Zevier said that the snake was in his hand.

But the ground was shaking more and more.

In the midst of the tremors, Zevier shouted intently: "Hey, Brother Frog, don't just talk, but come here to help! Grab it with your claws, why is your dinner in its mouth." ”

"I won't help you, fool, you can ask for more blessings for yourself!"

The night owl croaked, and it flew up wildly.

"Hey, what!? Did you just fly away on your own?"

Cizerwell shouted angrily, unhappy with the Night Stalker's injustice.

The night stalkers didn't fly far, though.

It flew and flew, and in the distance the ground lifted a large mountain bag, which covered the sky and the sun, blocking all the light, and not only that, but the mountain bag was completely reversed. Boom, large chunks of dirt and trees fell to the ground.

"Jesus is above!"

Zewell's eyes widened.

He finally knew why he was lost.

A snake, a huge snake that jumps to the extreme, he doesn't dare to think about how big it is.

The snake was coiled on the ground, covered with dirt, and covered with forest, and the snake's back was a forest. It slowly moves as it awakens, causing the forest to spin and causing itself to return to the starting point again and again.

I saw that the huge head of the snake slowly opened in the afterglow of the setting sun, but it fell heavily with lightning speed.

Bang!!

With a blow that shook the ground and shook the mountains.

The night owl, West Zevier, and the python he had clutched in his hand were all swallowed by the gigantic serpent.