"You mean, the wolves in the woods, something is wrong?" A pair of snake pupils on either side of Atasu's head closed, then reopened to look at the old Witch Tieflin in front of him.

"It's not just wolves." "A mysterious magic force has affected the animals in the forest, but the species of non-magical creatures are not going to go crazy because of the fluctuation of magic, and I am afraid that there is a dirty person behind this," added in the dragon language that the lizardmen were more familiar with. ”

As the words fell, the old witch's cloudy old eyes were fixed on the two snake pupils on the lizardman chieftain's head, and her gaze was so serious that it seemed to freeze the air, and it didn't seem to be a joke at all.

Atasu's slender tongue spat out a little impetuously.

He'd heard of the magical energy that Barthra had mentioned to him, after all, the Greenpaw Tribe also had a lizardfolk caster, and the other lizardman named Guter, known as the shaman by the tribe, was his right-hand man.

Guter, the shaman of the lizardmen, also sensed the fluctuation of magic in the dense forest, and the words of the old witch and the tribal shaman fit together perfectly, so the chief of the Greenpaw tribe had to pay attention to it.

So he began to ponder.

Half an hour later-

"Okay." He looked at Buthera and nodded calmly, "If you're right, then Vercidis, where is this place?" ”

"Master Vercidis asked me to get in touch with you before deciding on a course of action." The old Witch Tieflin replied, "Of course, if you don't move, your lordship will still solve tonight's incident yourself, but your lord wants to know the attitude of the Greenclaw tribe. ”

"Then tell Vercidis that Greenpaw won't snub his friends." The Lizardman Chief had a sharp look in his eyes, "Not to mention, Vercidis is Greenpaw's benefactor...... Lizardmen are vile, but Greenpaw is anything but ungrateful. ”

After speaking. He dragged his big tail behind his ass and turned around and shouted into the distance of the swamp, "Gutel! ”

Half a minute later, an old lizardman in a dark gray robe limped over to the front of Atasu and Basera, with a ginkgo wood cane in his hand, somewhat hunchbacked.

He was Guter, a lizardman shaman of the same clan as Atsu, and the second-in-command of the Greenpaw Tribe.

"Do you have something to do with me? Chief Atasu? The old lizardman pestle his cane and raised his gaze to look at the tribal leader who had called him over.

"Greenpaw's friend needs help." Atsu lowered his gaze to meet him, "Tell the brothers to take the Earth Dragon out of the stable, and the time has come for Greenpaw to return the favor." ”

The old shaman was stunned.

Subsequently -

"As you wish, Chief." He knocked respectfully on his forehead and responded in an old but strong, powerful voice.

……

The poison vines lurked a little farther away from Finn and Lilith, smiling at the young men and dark-haired girls walking in the woods.

The shepherd of the Cult did not appear directly in front of Finn and Lilith.

But just as the ghost spider and Finn share their sights, the dagger beasts in the forest that have been transformed by her are equally able to transmit to her what they see and hear through a spiritual bond.

If the alchemy creature born from her hand can't even do this little thing. Then she could not be called the best alchemist of the Fourth Age of Ferdia in future history.

As for the troublesome ghost spiders - in order not to reveal their whereabouts too quickly, the poison vine used a magic scroll given to her by the faceling, which for a short time obscured the flow of breath in the space within a radius of three meters with her as the center, and the eyes of the ghost spider finally failed to detect her sitting on the shoulders of the loser, and the alchemy monster under her black skirt, and the elf girl who was standing next to the loser like a puppet with her eyes in her eyes.

Finn and Lilith didn't seem to be aware of the shepherd's patriarch.

With a smile on his face, the poison vine exhaled triumphantly, and then lowered his gaze to look sideways at the elf girl on the side. In a gentle voice, he said to the latter, "I remember, your name seems to be Arya." That's what your two companions just called you. ”

Hearing Poison Vine's words, Arya blinked, twisted her neck and raised her chin to look up at Poison Vine sitting on the loser's shoulder.

Her emerald green eyes lost their freshness at this point, and they seemed more hollow than Lilith's bottomless jet-black eyes.

And her carcass, which should have been bruised by the loser, was now healed as if by a miracle, and the only difference between her body and the original was that the set of leather armor and clothes she was wearing before had already been torn apart by the loser's tentacles.

Thereupon. The white skin of the elven girl's body was now exposed to the air like a beast in the woods, and between the two bulging lumps of fat on her chest was a small piece of amethyst-colored hard lump of substance, and the thing embedded in her chest was the amethyst gem that the poisonous vine had put into her body half an hour ago.

The night breeze blew through the woods, and a treetop beside the loser's head swayed gently, and a half-green, half-yellow leaf fell from it. Arya shivered as she maintained her natural stance, proving that even though her consciousness had been altered by the poisonous vine through the amethyst gem implanted in her body, the instinct for life was still alive, and she still shivered when she felt the cold.

"You don't seem to be able to speak on your own, do you?" The poison vine lowered his head and looked at the naked elven girl a few more times.

Arya's blonde hair was loosened and draped over her clean shoulders, and her slender but toned body stood in the cold wind of the dense forest and shook gently. Her mouth opened a little as if she had consciously reached something, but she seemed to have forgotten how to pronounce and utter words, and she was speechless, and suddenly she had to look down on her poisonous vines, pitiful like a stray dog squatting on a street corner and wagging its tail and begging for alms.

The poison vine looked at Arya's pitiful appearance, and he couldn't cry or laugh for a while.

Although the elven girl has no clothes to wear now, it is indeed caused by her when she instructed the loser to attack the other party.

However, the Far South elves of the Fourth Age will not be worse than expected in terms of physical function in terms of cold protection, right?

She thought to herself.

"Hey, look at your pitiful appearance now, I can't believe you chased me for half a forest before......" Looking down at Arya's carcass that was slightly trembling due to the cold, the poisonous vine shook his head helplessly, and then took out a void bag he was carrying, and reached out to pull out the corner of a piece of cloth from his pocket, "Come, put on this robe, and go to meet your companion named Finn." ”

With that, the poison vine pulled a black cloak out of the void pocket and threw it to Arya.

The black cloak that was similar to the color of the night fell on the dirt floor of the dense forest, and the blonde elf girl immediately crouched down and used her emerald green eyes to observe the clothes that had fallen in front of her, and after confirming that the thing thrown to her by the poisonous vine was harmless, she hurriedly picked up the cloak and draped it over herself and wrapped it tightly.

For a moment, a little warmth made her eyes squint contentedly and happily, so that the poisonous vine sitting high above the loser's shoulder was quite speechless when he saw her cloak wrapped in her cloak and no longer move, and she didn't know if she was a little disappointed in her latest work, or if she was feeling heartfelt sorrow for the witch named Arya.

So she immediately changed to a vicious tone, like a pet who had accidentally made a mistake, and yelled at the girl who was crouching at the loser's feet and curled up in a ball: "Can't you understand me, Arya?!" ”

As if startled by the sharp sound of lightning without warning, Arya gasped in horror and craned her neck to look at the poison vines.

Then, the eyes between her and the poisonous vine met in mid-air, and then the white-haired and black-dressed matriarch said to her with a sinister smile: "Go to your companions—as I told you before, now!" ”

Arya looked up and looked at her for a few seconds.

Then, as if in shock, she hurriedly fled from the loser wearing the black cloak that the poisonous vine had given her. (To be continued.) )