The wind blows, and the fir leaves rustle, like the whispers of playful lovers in your ear—even if you can't hear what is being said, it can tickle your heart.

In the distance, a large area of fiery red Demon Palace roses flew in the air, and the golden pollen surrounded the pale yellow maggots on the ground, making you forget about the chubby and somewhat disgusting appearance of the maggots in a trance.

"Guess who will be the victor of this battle, or rather, the curtain call of this stage play?" asked Barrett towards the half-elves and Old Will.

"Obviously, it will be 'Vampire Bee', or Rose of the Magic Palace, that will win the applause, and the name is undoubtedly more appropriate to bow to the audience. "But whatever the flowers are called, at least they've made the maggots unable to move and turned them into live targets." ”

"As you said earlier, it looks like those thorny flowers are ready for dinner. Old Will agreed with the half-elves. "Unless ......"

"It's time for dinner, too, Boss. The ogre said suddenly.

"My good Moglock, you have a good suggestion. Old Will smiled and patted the ogre, "But whether we eat or not doesn't affect the outcome of this battle in front of us." ”

He looked at Barrett again, "If you asked, could there be something else?"

"No, I don't know if anything will happen, Your Excellency. Barrett spread his hands, "The prey has fallen, and the hunter licks his fangs and prepares to start enjoying a hearty meal, everything seems to be perfectly normal." It's just that I don't know if the taste of the prey and the blood in their bodies will meet the appetite of the hunter when he takes a bite. ”

As soon as Barrett finished speaking, the flowers flying in the sky fell like sharp arrows off the string, and pierced into the fat bodies of each maggot.

The scene of being pierced by ten thousand arrows was not very pretty, but the half-elf was slightly excited because of it. Old Will scratched his back through his robe, as if he felt a little itchy in his body.

The scene in front of him also made Barrett feel a little uncomfortable on his skin, he subconsciously scratched his neck, and his rough fingers swept over the rugged scar like a centipede, making him shiver involuntarily, and the itching pain all over his body disappeared instantly.

The flowers fell, and the epidermis of all maggots was covered with red flowers. The flowers pierced deeply, leaving only the blooming buds and a small section of the branches outside.

The half-elf, who was slightly excited, imitated the bard's tone, and said in a slightly high-pitched voice, "Look, the maggots have become mounds full of flowers, and are nourishing those beautiful flowers with their filthy corpses, making them bloom more vividly. For the ugly, this is one of the few things they do, like me in front of you. If my life could make you more beautiful, I would gladly offer ......"

"'The Sorrow of the Dirty': I love this opera. Old Will said with a smile, "This sentence comes from Wendell's confession to Doris in the second act of the opera, but there is no 'maggot' in the original sentence." ”

Estelle stopped his performance, as abrupt as it had begun, and then he smiled and said to the crowd, "I have to say, this way of eating is quite pleasing to the eye, at least you won't see blood and guts flying, and you won't have to worry about the blood gas spreading." ”

Nourishing the flowers with his own corpse is not wrong, Barrett thought to himself, but it may not be possible to make them bloom more vividly.

"Oh, if I'm not mistaken, those Demon Palace roses seem to be withering. Old Will said with a hint of surprise, "Or maybe I'm dazzled by the gold dust." ”

"If you've been dazzled by gold dust, I'm not immune. The half-elf was equally surprised, "And the truth is, the flowers are indeed withering. ”

As far as everyone could see, the Demon Palace roses that were planted on the corpses of maggots and were about to suck blood already had a large number of petals turned gray-brown, no different from ordinary flowers that had not pollinated, could not bear fruit, and were about to wither. There are no more eerie spots of black and gold on the flowers, and there is no longer that swaying red.

"Our good guides must know why. Old Will smiled and said, "It was a wise decision to hire you to accompany us into the forest. ”

"It is my honor, Master Mage!" Barrett solemnly patted his chest, and it was undoubtedly a great trust to be able to pay a deposit of fifty gold coins as a reward before the mission began.

"Those maggots don't have any attacking powers, but their bloated bodies are covered with acid. The barbarian adventurer explained, "There was once a murderous adventurer who killed these seemingly harmless, but disgusting creatures. When the man slashed down with an axe, the maggot's rotting acid splattered down the wound, eroding the adventurer's leather armor, weapons, and all the skin on his face and hands......"

"An unnecessary shot with unintended consequences. Old Will took another puff of his pipe, "It seems harmless, but when you want to use your great power to inflict damage on it without any scruples, you may backfire on it." ”

Will Mage's expression suddenly became a little serious, and Barrett didn't know what the two-hundred-year-old mage had in mind before he said those inexplicable words before. However, he didn't want to know, the ideas of the mages were always very strange, and there was no need to bother to guess.

The dazzling battle in front of him was as Barrett had imagined, and there was no winner.

The maggots followed the scent, but they did not know that what awaited them was not a sumptuous dinner, but a deadly trap, and the 'vampire wasps' killed the maggots, and then when they were ready to enjoy the dinner, they found that there was no sweet blood in the bloated body of their prey, only acid that could not be swallowed.

In the kingdom of the Nords, there is a proverb that is often on the lips of the Nords - 'The contented decorate their hearts with pleasure, and the greedy fill their graveyards with pain.' Barrett didn't know if the roses and maggots in front of him were greedy people, or if they were just ignorant creatures who survived on instinct. But either way, they didn't get what they wanted, and just put on a silent show for others.

"If there were enough maggots, I don't think we would need a detour. The half-elf joked, "If that maggot-producing guy could work harder, the area of this Demon Palace rose would undoubtedly be much smaller." In other words, these maggots probably didn't grow out of the ground on their own. The half-elf asked in an uncertain tone.

The strange environment and creatures of the forest made this handsome half-elf feel that such an unbelievable thing as maggots growing from the ground was actually not so difficult to accept.

"The number of these maggots is not small. Every time you enter the Misty Forest, whether it's spring or autumn, you'll come across them to a greater or lesser extent. But no one knows what gave birth to these fat guys. Barrett shrugged, "Flies, butterflies, or whatever, anyway, it shouldn't be small, but no one has ever seen it." ”

"This forest always surprises us. Old Will spoke.

At this moment, the dwarf on the ogre's shoulder suddenly spoke, "Look, under those flowers. His voice was as hoarse and stiff as ever, as if his vocal cords had deteriorated after a long period of silence.

"There's maggots underneath the flowers, what's wrong?, my good Mapra?"

"No, Your Excellency, I think Mapra is referring to the place before those Demon Palace roses flew. Barrett explained. Yes, he should have noticed, but the rather brilliant drama in front of him made him ignore what was hidden.

"What is it?" the mage asked again, "I don't think we saw anything except you two good-eyed guys. ”

Barrett looked at the mage with a somewhat serious expression.

"Corpse, Master Mage. He subconsciously lowered his voice, as if he was worried about disturbing something, "A large number of corpses!"

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