'Vampire Bee', or 'Rose of the Demon Palace'. Whatever it may be called, it is clear that this organism that does not know whether it should be considered an animate plant or an animal with a plant appearance (good tongue twister) does not feed on nectar like bees, nor does it survive on nutrients from the soil like roses.

What they need is blood, a liquid as red as flower petals.

I wonder if the 'June Red' in Galano City will meet its needs, Barrett thought to herself. It was a wine with a unique flavour, a blushing colour, like those 'lovely' red lips.

Whenever Barrett drank this wine, he always felt that a hen with a severed neck appeared in front of him. The hen clucked and ran around like crazy, red blood splashing down her neck and spilling on the dusty road. And the people on the road who screamed and ran in panic because of the avalanche were not much better than the hen......

Barrett shook his head in his heart and led the group closer again, so that Old Will and the others could see the "fertilizer" clearly.

Those Demon Palace Roses who flew into the air to participate in the attack, where they originally "grew", under the mist, faintly revealed all kinds of corpses.

"That's a lot," Old Will exclaimed, "can you recognize what they were?" asked the mage, pointing to the corpses.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency. Barrett replied, "Even if their mother was in front of them, they wouldn't be able to tell which piece of meat had fallen from her." ”

Oh, and it would undoubtedly be a cruel thing for a mother to identify the child's body. Yes for any species.

Barrett said this not for nothing, but that the "fertilizers" were so indistinguishable in shape and type that they were like firewood under the scorching sun, and they were so dry that one wondered if they would burn in the next moment. It seemed that the Demon Palace Rose had drained not just blood, but all the fluid from the corpses, and what seemed to be bone marrow.

The absence of moisture and the decomposition of the body away from them made the corpses not look disgusting.

Barrett carefully observed, and after a rough estimate in his mind, he found that there were dozens of corpses in front of him alone, among which there were several dried corpses curled up, and their bodies seemed to be covered with tattered leather armor.

Human, or some other creature, Barrett pondered. In the Misty Forest, apart from humans, are there any other species that use weapons and wear armor?

The answer is, yes. The barbarian asked and answered himself.

In addition to adventurers, there are indeed several natives in the Misty Forest who also use weapons, such as the Gnolls.

Barrett knew that there were at least five gnoll tribes in the Misty Forest, and the smallest of them had hundreds of gnolls. Each Gnoll tribe has its own territory and range of activity, and the average adventurer will not venture into it unless it is necessary.

But sometimes the gnolls of the Misty Forest hunt adventurers, killing them with their claws, stripping them off their leather armor and putting them on their own, and then setting up those unlucky eggs on a campfire, like humans roasting other beasts. Of course, gnolls will choose to eat raw more often. After all, lighting a fire in the Misty Forest is quite a hassle.

"There's humans in there. Barrett said that gnolls do not wear iron gloves, and their claws are sometimes more effective than sharp swords.

Of course, it could also be a half-elf. The barbarian didn't say this. But it is possible. Aside from ears and appearance, you can't tell the difference between a human and a half-elf. And in the dried corpse, it is obvious that there is no difference between the two.

"I have a question in my mind. The half-elf frowned and looked at Barret, his handsome face full of puzzlement.

Damn, did he hear what I was saying?Barrett looked stunned, and then immediately regained his composure, unless he was a mage.

"If we don't get too close, will the flowers attack us?" the half-elf asked, "I mean, do they have any other means of attack?"

"As far as I know, if they are far enough away from the flowers, they can't do anything. Barrett breathed a sigh of relief, "And they're not in the habit of hunting for prey, even if they can fly." ”

"What about ......," the half-elf asked again, "do the adventurers of the Bay of Pigs, or the creatures of the Misty Forest, like these maggots, like these maggots, like this sweet and greasy smell with the smell of corruption?"

"I don't think anyone will like the taste. Barrett shook his head, "At least humans don't." As for the Misty Forest, no one can tell. He knew what the half-elf wanted to ask, but he didn't have an answer.

"What I want to know is ......" The half-elf glanced at Old Will, then at the ogre and the gnome, and finally at Barrett. He pointed to the vast sea of flowers that appeared to be hidden by the mist, "Under this sea of flowers, are they all corpses like this?"

Barrett looked at the sea of flowers that spread like a flame, Rao was used to seeing life and death, Rao was that he already knew in advance what the half-elf wanted to ask, but he still couldn't help but tremble a little in his heart.

They need blood, a lot of blood. Barrett thought.

Those Demon Palace roses that flew into the air and participated in the hunt were less than one percent of the number of flowers in this sea of flowers, and under this huge number of bright flowers, the amount of "fertilizer" must be even more terrifying.

"Maybe there's a gardener looking after them. When everyone was silent, Old Will suddenly spoke, "If this forest even has a 'feeder', why can't there be a 'gardener'?" the mage made a innocuous little joke to Barritt.

"You might meet a peer, but it's not a nice thing. Barrett didn't care about the mage's teasing, "This 'gardener' did a good job, at least the 'feeder' doesn't have the ability to find so many corpses." To be honest, it's a bit scary!"

"Moglock can find it. The ogre urn said angrily, with pride in his tone. "The great Mage Barron raised a lot of goblins, many, many, many!" the ogre drew a large circle with both hands to indicate that there were really a lot of them, "there are so many goblins, and the corpses are piled up like mountains!"

Hey, that's not a good topic, Barrett sneered. He didn't want to know what some "evil" mage was studying in his mage tower.

In a novel called "The Long Hair of the Storm's Breath" that the barbarian had read as a child, in that book, those who knew the mage's secrets, except for the main character, did not end well. Barrett didn't want to be one of those people because the ogre had inadvertently leaked something.

Barrett looked at Old Will with some trepidation, but found that the latter's face was indifferent, and he did not do anything to stop the ogre from continuing.

Could it really be that there is a mage like a gardener who often flies here from the sky and dumps corpses around here to feed these magic roses, which are still beautiful in appearance despite their strange habits?

The more Barrett thought about it, the more he thought it was all too possible, and that thought made the strange scenario in front of him a lot more plausible.

Anything strange or incredible, as soon as you find out that a mage is involved, you will feel like "Oh, I see." That's just how it feels.

"Either way, as long as those guys lying on the ground covered in flowers aren't us, that's enough. Old Will said with a smile. As soon as the words fell, Master Will stretched out his right hand to the sea of flowers not far away, and a Demon Palace rose at the edge of the sea of flowers trembled, and suddenly flew into the mage's hand.

The mage held the spiky rose in his right hand, and the flower trembled slightly, as if it was struggling. But the mage raised his left hand again, and a dazzling flash of lightning flashed on his index finger, and the flower fell silent.

"Keep a memento. Old Will said. The next moment, this Demon Palace rose disappeared into the mage's hand.

The light in the forest gradually dimmed, and Barrett looked up at the mist overhead, "Now that the stage play in front of us has come to an end, I think we should also have a place to camp." He suggested to Old Will.

"Moglock has been hungry for a long time!" said the ogre, somewhat dissatisfied.

"Let's go, let's get out of here, find a warm place to rest, and fill this place up again. Old Will smiled and patted the ogre's stomach again, "It's important to fill this place! You can't imagine what a hungry ogre can do." ”

"No matter how hungry he is, Moglock will never eat people!" the ogre muttered.

"Then we'll ......," Barrett looked around, "and we'll go this way." He stretched out his hand and pointed in a direction, leading the group into the mist.

The surroundings are calm, and this sea of fiery red flowers is still in full bloom.

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