"You know, without that axe, I wouldn't have to handle you more than I had to deal with what's on your plate. ”

The Great Witch still had a smile on her face, but the words that came out of her mouth were nothing but fear. As the words drifted into Lothar's ears, what the Count's eyes saw began to distort, and in his eyes, the table was still a table, but the food on the plate had changed from normal dishes to something more terrifying, and the top of the highest triple plate, where a mermaid had been decorated at the top, had now become a sharp arrow, and on it hung a familiar and unfamiliar head of Lothar, the head of a webworm. The sight was so real that the Count even saw the blood that had not yet been drained slowly flowing down the arrows made of gold. And that wasn't the end of it, the plate in front of Lothar, which had been covered with a hood, began to shake, and in his constricted pupil gaze, several familiar fingers reached out from under the hood, as if trying to break free from the plate.

"Bang!" Lothar's hand pressed hard against the lid of the plate in front of him, and her breathing was noticeably heavier. But he didn't overreact further, just lowered his head and was silent for a few seconds, and when he raised his head again, the bloody scene just now was completely gone, and it turned back to the sumptuous feast before.

The Great Witch leisurely lifted her knife and fork again, as if nothing had happened just now, but after she slowly ate a slice of olives, she still glanced at Lothar's expression slightly, "I have the ability to make what you see come true at any time, there is nothing to doubt about it." Speaking of which, I did that when I was younger, but not with women, those bastards didn't love their wives as much as you did, and I had to get all their children up. Oh, it was a big scene, but unfortunately it couldn't be preserved. ”

Lothar swallowed, he was now sober, very conscious. He finally remembered that the old woman in front of him was not ruling a remote town of the Grey Lion, but that she and her witch group were running the most chaotic city on the entire coastline. And for all these years, their rule has not been challenged in any real sense. He should have understood that it would take more than just magic to control Heartbreaker for so long, but a heart that is more cruel and crazy than any pirate or outlaw.

Hand, removed from the lid of the plate, there were already beads of sweat on Lothar's forehead. But his eyes are still clear, and he knows that fear is the greatest enemy when it comes to fighting the unknown. "If you're trying to show me your strength or get me to submit, then there's no need for you to put on this position, you already know where my biggest weakness is, don't you?"

The old woman nodded slightly, "When I was young, or rather, when I was young, little girls always had a few unrealistic dreams, even witches. My dream at that time was to have a lion, a male lion with a mane that glowed like gold. In my adult year, I got this lion at a witches' gathering, and oh, it was the happiest time of my earliest decades of life. I still can't forget the lion, which was captured that afternoon, escorted to the assembly by six witches themselves, and when I saw it, it still had blood on its teeth. I was really glad that I had used all sorts of methods to feed the lion carefully, and I even hoped to find a spell that could communicate with it. But I soon found out that things were not what I had thought it would be, that the lion had not eaten anything for three days, and that its mane was like a withered dandelion. I was so sad that I even cried beside it and begged it to eat, and I brought it all the meat I could find, all of it! ”

The Great Witch took a sip of the liquid from the silver cup, moistened her throat, and continued to speak in a gentle voice, "In the end, I have no choice, I can't watch it die in front of me. So I took control of it. I used my magic to get into its brain, turning it into a puppet in my hand, and now, it will finally be obedient. But I later realized that I didn't like a soulless lion, not a walking specimen, so I abandoned it and burned it, leaving only a few teeth to remain. And this story tells me that if a lion is not arrogant, it has no value in existence. You, young man, you are a lion, a male lion who is just beginning to grow a mane. ”

Lothar didn't understand what the strange story he was telling, and it sounded like the great witch admired him, but the terrifying scene just now was still vivid.

"I'm confusing you, right? It's okay, just think it's a crazy woman talking nonsense, I don't have a few days to live anyway, and it doesn't matter if you talk crazy. The Great Witch leaned back into her chair and looked up at the chandelier on the roof studded with diamond shells and various crystals, "In retrospect, it was a long time, and it took so much effort and sacrifice to get us to gain a foothold in this land." Travelers have been adrift for so long that we have almost forgotten how to truly stand in a world, we are chased, devoured, forced into exile, this is the fate of our race. And in every world, we always think we are safe, so the close-knit group becomes loose, scattered everywhere, and does not interact with each other until the next chase begins, and only then does we remember where we came from in a trance. And then every time, we were killed and wounded. This migration must end, and the travelers must be reunited. But first, they have to regard this place as their own world, this place as the last line of defense, and this place as their home. ”

"Why?" Lothar wondered, "I mean, if you've been wandering with your people for so long, how can you be sure this is the place you should stay?"

The Great Witch smiled, not gently, but really happily, "Yes, why? Of course, because this world has a reason for us to stay." Greene was smarter than me, she found this out before I did, and she proved it to me. That's why I can't be left behind, and her mission is to recognize the potential of this land. Mine, on the other hand, is to sow seeds for the land. This is the first field, which I spent decades cultivating. Now is the final stage of sowing, but the scales of the pests are trying to rush into my field and devour all the seeds that I have worked so hard to leave, and you say, "What shall I do, dear Mr. Knight?"

"You already knew that the Raging Waves Kraken wanted to take back the land. You know they're on the other side of the whirlpool right now. You just want the situation to get to this point, so that you have a reason to sweep them through and let the witches take possession of this place once and for all. Lothar frowned, as a soldier who knew military affairs, Lothar knew that although the Great Witch's plan was dangerous, it was effective enough, and the witch's side took the initiative to attack the Kraken, and it was impossible to really hit them in the vast waters. But if the offense and defense are reversed, the situation is different. But there's another problem.

"How are you going to deal with the fog, if your magic is strong enough to dispel it, you'd already do it, right?"

"The fog?ah, it is indeed a fog in your eyes. But what I want to say is that the true appearance of that thing is actually a breath, the last breath that the Thunder Giant exhaled before he died. The giant revived, and that breath condensed back into a thick mist, waiting for his physical body to be reshaped for final activation. But there was no more Thunder Giant, he died, completely, completely, without question, dead. And you were the one who killed him. Lothar Montenegro, homecoming, oh no, vicarator of death. You, kill him. ”

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