"Witches have more means than you think. The old woman said again.

Jones ignored her boasting, but took the parchment and the green vial, and glanced at it, the dense small print and yellowed parchment looked a little old, but still neat and clear.

......

While Jones was poring over the little print, the witch suddenly said, "You must go, or you will lose your life before my tricks strike, and the old woman will be sad." ”

"What tricks are you playing again?" Jones said expressionlessly, his eyes still fixed on the parchment, "It's not like a fake, but it's completely different from what I thought, and it can only give birth to a single plant, which is ......similar to performing a magic trick to make a flower bloom."

"You blame the old woman, for we are standing together, and my crow tells me that you are in danger...... If you still don't believe me, I can warn you that Harrenhal ......"

Hearing this, Jones was startled, picked up the parchment and said, "How long have I been here?"

"Enough for the arrival of your real enemy. The witch said suspiciously.

When the witch saw the black knight and was about to leave, the monster laughed a few times and reminded, "Remember our deal, it's good for both of us, and the magic crystal, which is only available on the continent on the other side of the Narrow Sea, you have to collect it quickly, and ...... before the demon tide recovers."

......

"Harrenhal and this hill are both in one direction of Lava City, and after such a long delay, it is indeed possible that Tywin will seize the opportunity to stop himself in the wilderness......" Jones analyzed in his mind, and just rushed out of the tent a few meters away, a gust of mountain wind blew, and he suddenly paused again.

"No, the smell is still wrong," Jones was startled, "there was still a problem with the smell in the tent just now, and I did have a handle in the hands of the witch, but why did she let me go and I left? I could have grabbed her and brought her back to Lava City...... It's, it's hypnotic ......"

"Damn!" he was obviously very careful, but he didn't expect to be calculated everywhere.

Thinking of this, Jones held his breath, the black giant sword drew an arc, the stabbing sound sounded, the leather tent was cut out of a long crack, and the "boom" tilted and fell.

"Look at what you can do without the tent and the poison!"

The strange cries of the witches came from the other side of the tent, and then the crows quacked and quacked, accompanied by the fluttering of wings, and the black instantly filled the space, obscuring the sky and the sun.

Jones saw the scene in front of him only slightly, and chased after the witch with a heavy sword, "Last time because of the crow, I retreated, don't think about it this time!"

Sensing the black knight's malice, the witch jumped on a horse with a strange scream, and at the same time drove the dense crows to peck at him.

The black giant sword danced, like a black whirlwind, blowing out the flesh and blood, and the quacking crows were grazed by the giant sword, and all of them were shattered into flesh.

After a while, the fishy smell rose to the sky, and the road that Jones pursued was covered with dense crow corpses, some of which were not yet dead, with scarlet crow eyes, wailing and screaming, making people's scalps tingle.

Despite countless crow snipers, Jones, who was covered in black armor, was forced out of a bloody path.

The witch, who had already driven her horse a few paces away, gritted her teeth when she saw the black knight in pursuit, and began to chant like a bird's cry of blood.

Jones, who was rushing to kill, suddenly felt a cramping pain in his abdomen, and as soon as he lost strength in his hand, the black sword was thrown out.

He fell to his knees, his body trembling and cold sweat dripping down.

The crow pecked at his black armor and it was a loud sound.

"Remember our deal," the witch's voice came from afar, "and, kill my precious crow, and everything will be doubled, quack......"

"Huh!"

Jones gritted his teeth and unleashed his 'rage' again, resisting the pain and standing up.

He casually rubbed a few crows standing on the helmets to death, and in the pecking sound of the dangdang, he rushed towards the black sword again.

This time, the killing was even more rapid, and the air flow from the black sword could even blow a little out of the dense crows in front of him.

Eventually, the quacking sound began to dissipate, and the black clouds of crows subsided, leaving dead bodies everywhere, as well as red-stained armor and greatswords.

......

Iron boots trampled through the flesh and blood, and Jones walked straight to the horses that were screaming, and saw that the mercenaries were unconscious, tied, and thrown to the ground, ignoring them.

Instead, he gathered all the torches together, brought some tent sticks, and lit them with a bang.

Finally he took off his armor and clothes and walked naked into the raging fire.

A nightmarish squeak came from his abdomen, and Jones fought back to vomit and opened his mouth as he felt the foreign object climb up his stomach, through his esophagus, through his throat, and onto his tongue.

With a "poof", he spit out the foreign body in his abdomen.

Jones fixed his eyes to see what this disgusting thing was—a cyan scorpion with a metallic sheen, its tail swollen into a strange human face, terrifying and disgusting.

However, in the raging fire, the terrifying "human-faced scorpion" could only squeak and dodge everywhere.

Jones saw the opportunity, poked it to death with a stick, and then stirred it up a few more times, and the scorpion corpse was then burned to charred black and turned to ashes......

"Flames can consume all evil," Jones said with some rejoicing, and no wonder the Mad King roared every day, "burn it!, burn them all!"

"I don't know if the Mad King is from the FF group. ”

In fact, Jones had experimented with a little bit of poison on him before (of course, not the kind that could be fatal), and roughly judged that the poison he ate, as long as it could not poison him immediately, he could heat up his body by "going berserk", or set himself on fire, so that the poison would deteriorate and lose its effect.

However, there were so many poisons, and he speculated that there were still several, and even the "rage" would have no effect.

For example, nervous poisons, mineral poisons and heavy metal poisons, fortunately, the latter two generally have color and taste, as long as he is not stupid, he will not send them to his mouth, as for nervous poisons, it is very dangerous for him, and it will even explode faster under the "rage".

This is also the reason why he fainted directly after 'going berserk' in the tent.

As for the threat left by the witch, when he felt cramping in his abdomen, he wondered if there was some parasitic substance, and this biological weapon actually didn't have much effect on him.

Most of the living creatures could not stand the heat, so he immediately decided to expel them with fire.

Luckily, he got the bet right this time.

......

Jones, who came out of the flames, was only relieved that his crisis had not actually been resolved.

If the witch hadn't lied to him this time, her real enemy might have come.