Deep in the swamp, this is a land that is always shrouded in fog without direct sunlight all year round, and there is a hut on the muddy ground.

On the edge of the hut, there was a huge dead tree that required several people to embrace, and on the huge branches of the dead tree, more than a dozen human-faced demon birds were standing on it chirping and roaring.

From time to time, there were large, slow traces in the mud around the hut, and it was obvious that in the mud, there were huge creatures in action.

What's even more strange is that a path of flowers and green grass, with butterflies and bees flying on it, looks very discordantly winding from the swamp outside the fog to the door of the hut...

In the hut, two beautiful young women in their early thirties were sitting opposite each other in the room, and these two young women looked quite similar, and it was very likely that they were sisters.

"There is only half a day left, and if you miss it, you will have to wait another thirty-five years. ”

One of the beautiful young women sighed and said quietly.

Another beautiful young woman was carving a crystal skull bird's head with a carving knife, and when she heard this, her movements in her hands couldn't help but flutter slightly, and after a long time, she said: "I've been waiting for seventy years, and it's no longer thirty-five years old." ”

There was a frightening glint in the eyes of the other beautiful young woman, and she said hatefully: "Burton, Franken, Derry, and those fools of the Pure Brotherhood can't even do the job of collecting some materials... If I were to wait another thirty-five years, I would definitely make them worse off than dead when I went out!"

These two beautiful, young, sister-like young women were the swamp witches that Burton and Franconian once revered and feared.

Although to the average person, it seems that every black moon is the same, but for some wizards, it is different—it may be like some heavenly and terrestrial branches, special hours and years.

In short, if these two beautiful sisters, the Flower Swamp Witch, missed today's Black Moon, I am afraid that they will have to wait another thirty-five years, which is unbearable for anyone, even a wizard with extraordinary abilities.

Wizards, demon hunters, these extraordinary abilities, although the lifespan is far beyond that of mortals, but they are not really immortal.

The average lifespan of mortals in this world is only about forty or fifty years old, and ordinary wizards and demon hunters can basically live for about a hundred years, and very few can reach the lifespan of two hundred.

And these two swamp sisters, just waiting for seventy years, if you wait another thirty-five years...

"Everything we can do has already been done, even if we wait another thirty-five years, it's nothing, we can wait..." The glamorous witches carved with the heads of crystal skulls comforted them - they were not like ordinary witches after all.

"Hmph, the next time someone gets lost and breaks into the swamp, we have to find a way to make them..."

The other witch still looked hateful, but in the middle of speaking, she suddenly stopped talking, with a look of surprise on her face, and at the same time stood up suddenly: "Sister, someone has walked on the flower path!"

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Flower trail.

This path is the fragrant path paved with flowers and green grass, and there are butterflies dancing on it...

That's weird!

Now, an undead swamp troll with a body length of ten meters and an upper body wing of ten meters is stretching a pair of large bone wings and galloping across the swamp like a seaplane.

And that beautiful flower path, like a beautiful scenery in the swamp, is under the body of this undead swamp monster, being constantly crushed into powder, and the butterflies and bees in those flowers have also fallen into the mire, slowly sinking...

"Hahahaha, destroying beautiful things, it really feels very cool!"

The rude reckless man Zhao Li sat on the back of the bone kun and laughed, under the high-speed destruction of the undead swamp monster, a lot of crushed flowers and green grass were blown high by the wind pressure, fluttering behind him, and it looked quite beautiful.

This so-called flower trail is not naturally formed - whether it is flowers, grass, bees or butterflies, it is impossible to exist in this swamp.

The Flower Path, made entirely by swamp witches with complicated black magic, added potions, etc., is a path full of magic and temptation, if someone walks up, they will involuntarily keep moving forward.

And that's the main purpose of the trail: to lure humans and animals up – all the way to the swamp witch's hut.

Speaking of which, Zhao Li read Bolton's memories and found that Bolton was lost in the swamp, and then set foot on this flower path, and finally met two swamp witches and became a dark wizard apprentice.

But whether it's Bolton or the current former owner of this body, "Francon", they are all lucky guys - except for them, most of the rest of the humans who took the trail did not end well...

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The witch who was carving the skull bird's head also showed a happy look: "Maybe that idiot from Delhi came with what we need?

Derry, it was the two swamp witches who had newly bewitched the farmer, and the two of them used a lot of dark magic to make psychological suggestion, and used money, status, etc. to seduce him, and it took most of the day to get the farmer to be completely loyal to him - and sent out to find the Pure Brothers, to help the two swamp witches find suitable magic materials.

If it weren't for the disappearance of the two previous apprentices of magic, Burton and Francon, the two swamp witches would not have tried to raise this stupid-looking farmer.

Franken is dead - according to Burton's report last time, the new apprentice didn't know which tendon was wrong, and actually ate the mutant inducer of the water ghost raw, and then ran away, probably having been dead for a while.

But Bolton, a very useful and loyal apprentice, is likely to be dead, much to the regret of the two swamp witches, who had overfulfilled the task of finding the baby for the two of them before he died.

The Swamp Witch couldn't leave the mist-shrouded swamp, so she had to let the Faced Demon Bird go out to see what was going on with Bolton, who had been uncontacted.

But the human-faced demon bird couldn't speak after all, and it couldn't let the two swamp witches see the specific picture, so they could only bring back some charred daily necessities for the two swamp witches, as well as some parts on the corpses of the people...

The two witches can roughly tell from these that something unfortunate must have happened to the outer hut... However, Bolton is really dead, and in fact he is dead, and the only regret is that there is still a lot of material to be collected.

"No, it can't be that Delhi idiot!

The swamp witch, who was supposed to be the "sister", had a somewhat changed complexion. ()

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