Crows, this animal always seems to have nothing to do with luck. Whether it's their pitch-black feathers or their habit of eating carrion, these creatures are always oppressive, and even in some legends, the crows are also the apostles of death, watchers and witnesses of death, watching the dead die, and then devouring their corpses so that there is no possibility of resurrection. Of course, these are not all true, and putting aside the mystery and ominous colors that people attach to the crow, it is just an ordinary bird. Unless, it was raised by a wizard who was well-versed in the way of the curse.

The moonlight, obscured by the black wings, could not dilute the treacherous shadows imprinted on the walls of the molten iron city. The warring soldiers and rats all raised their heads irrepressibly as the dark shadow passed, wanting to see what it was that had so completely obscured the light with their bodies, and they saw it, but they didn't. They said they didn't see it, because no matter how many people thought about it later, they couldn't remember any of the physical features of the dark shadow's owner, only that it was supposed to be a bird. And they said that they saw it, because although the witnesses could not tell what they saw specifically, they could clearly say what they saw, calamity, that is, calamity.

The raven with six wings flew in the direction its owner wanted it to fly, bringing the end to its enemies. But what does it matter if the enemy is destroyed or not for this crow, after all, its body has long since died, the soul in its body has also dissipated, and what remains is only the form that has been forcibly left behind.

"I don't know how you made it, but it might change my opinion of you. Behind the Raven, Andrei's voice was calm, a contrast to the fiery intensity he had just threatened the wizard, but that didn't mean that the Grand Duke of Hammer was impressed by the wizard's magic, on the contrary, what the Raven unleashed was so evil that the dwarves had to think about who he or the nezumi were the enemies he really needed to destroy.

"Don't worry. It was just a mistake I made as a kid. The wizard only shrugged his shoulders as he followed his crow to the rock golem in the distance, and there was no panic or other emotion in his tone. "That little boy doesn't want a friend to be with him all the time?" a smile crossed the corner of the Raven's mouth as he said this, a smile mixed with sarcasm and nostalgia.

Unlike the sorcerers on the ramparts, Kiri couldn't laugh at the sight of the six-winged crow that had suddenly flown up, and although the witch didn't know the reality of the crow, it didn't stop her from seeing the effect it would have on her golem. "Hell!" she screamed, "what the hell is that!"

The dwarf witch standing beside Kiri looked at her companion suspiciously, and at such a distance, Peg couldn't feel the horror of the crow like Kiri. She tried to laugh at Kiri's long, somewhat misshapen crow, but before she could say anything, the little witch was so shocked by what was happening in the distance that she forgot what she had thought of.

The noisy battlefield was so quiet at the edge of the city wall, and the black doom spirit flew around the rock giant three times, then gathered its wings and slowly landed on the golem's right shoulder. Strange to say, the stone giant, who had just raised its arms and intended to completely smash this section of the wall, became quiet after the crow stopped, and slowly lowered its arms, standing still and not knowing what was waiting for. The wind, whirling the clouds in the sky, crows cried as if disturbed when a dark cloud obscured the moon in the evening breeze.

"Gah!"

Starting from the lower end of the body, the rock attached to the skin began to fall, and then the earth and gravel wrapped in the rock also poured down like rice grains rolled out of a punctured sack, and the original fifteen-meter-high golem collapsed abruptly in a few seconds, and when the dust settled, all that remained was a large pile of soil and stones under the city wall, as if the terrible magic puppet had never appeared.

The Serap flew off the giant's shoulders at the beginning of the collapse, hovering in the air, staring closely at the Golem's relics, then swooping down with its wings folded, and then taking off back to its master. When the ominous bird fell back to the top of the staff, it held a palm-sized ball in its mouth, and the originally pure and transparent ball had cracked, but these cracks were fine enough not to completely destroy the orb.

"Good boy, good boy. The crow stroked the crow's feathers lightly, then removed the orb from its beak. The sorcerer pressed the orb to his forehead and was silent for a moment, then cast his gaze in a direction outside the city walls, "Kiri, huh?"

The witch, who had always been indifferent to things, finally felt the feeling of wind behind her at this moment, she was now like a toad targeted by a poisonous snake, knowing that the deadly hunter had already targeted her, but there was no way to escape. All that can be done is to remain motionless in the hope that death will be delayed, in the hope that the predator will lose interest in him and turn to other prey.

Holding the corner of Qili's clothes, Peg only felt a chill on the back of her hand, and a strange liquid dripped onto her hand, and the little witch looked up, and she found that the liquid was actually Qili's cold sweat! The bubbling soup pot was on it, Peg had never seen Qili so scared, she could feel the muscles of her companion stiffened with fear, and she was in a state of complete inmobility. Peg wanted to kill Kiri, but not for her to die in such an unexplained matter, and besides, God knows if that thing that scared Kiri would find her after killing her, the little witch made a very correct decision, she ran forward two steps quickly and picked up the head of the dried corpse that had been thrown away.

"Mistress Kuila, I need your help!" the dry corpse's eyelids quickly opened, and the cloudy pupils quickly noticed the abnormality of Kiri not far away after glancing at Peg. The head inhaled sharply, as if its lungs were still attached to its trachea. "Bang!" the inhaled head exploded violently, spreading into a large cloud of dark brown smoke with a heavy smell of rotting corpses, enveloping the two young witches.

"Cut. The sorcerer on the wall smacked his lips, and the aura of magic he had tracked from the core of the golem had suddenly been cut off just now. Someone had apparently blocked his probe, and a few seconds later in that barrier would have been enough for the Raven to unleash a curse of substantial damage. However, the current situation is not bad. "Lord Duke, please inform Mr. Kalus and ask him if he is interested in hunting witches. ”