"Damn bastard!" the enraged witch screamed in the deep woods outside of Molten Iron City as she realized she couldn't sense Kiri's location at all. Kouira knew very well that she had been tricked, that the Raven had no intention of making a deal with her in the first place, and that the gray-robed wizard was just following the guise of snooping for information. As a result, the crow had plenty of time to crack the spell she had unleashed on Kiri and take the latter out of Kuira's hands. The result of losing the lady and the soldiers naturally gave the witch a reason to go crazy.

Just then, a poor brown-robed man approached with a bowl of broth, and he looked like he wanted to hand it to the witch. This is of course the beginning of the tragedy, witches are inherently dangerous existences, and as for the witches in anger, they are no different from dragons to those who can't resist them, and even being killed by dragons can be a little easier. Kuyla raised her hand to knock off the soup bowl in the brown-robed man's hand, grabbed the man's head with both hands, and let out a silent roar at him. "No—" The howl was already weakened, and the brown-robed man's body was visibly slumped after a convulsion, and a large number of black beetles could be seen slowly crawling out of his ears and mouth, and these beetles crawled down Kouira's hand into the witch's sleeve and vanished.

"Poof!" Kuyla let go of her hands, letting the corpse fall to the ground like a worn-out sack with only skin and bones, and the witch closed her eyes tightly as she felt the great pleasure and fulfillment of devouring another life, an act that somewhat diluted the unhappiness she had just been tricked by the crow. "Is dinner to your liking?" asked another man in a brown robe. Unlike his companions, who buried their faces in the shadow of their hoods, the brown-robed man showed his head very calmly, his smooth scalp tattooed with a large number of unknown but unprovoked patterns. The lines that make up these patterns converge at the back of his head, eventually following the traces of his vertebrae and deep beneath his robe.

"It's like eating clods of dirt. The witch replied angrily, and she sat back in the wooden chair by her campfire, her long nails tapping against the armrests. "I'm sorry, but I think the Tru brothers did their best. The bald brown-robed man crossed his hands in the wide cuffs of his robe, shook his head as he spoke, and motioned for the others to remove the body. Then he walked across from Kuyla and sat down. Interestingly, although the place where the man was sitting was empty, as he moved, a cylindrical pillar made of earth naturally rose from the ground and became his stool. The whole process is like the formation of stalagmites tens of thousands of times faster.

"No matter how hard you try, it's still waste. The witch had a calm face, she didn't like the person in front of her, to be precise, Kuyla didn't like anyone she couldn't see, and this man with tattoos on his bald head was obviously one of them. As the leader of the brown-robed people and the representative of the will of the Earth Mother Order, this guy who calls himself Mu does have this ability.

"The followers of Mother Earth were not born to serve you, Lady Kouira, and I want you to recognize that. We've lost fourteen brothers to fend off that demonic killer, all of whom are good people of the faith. Your condemnation is neither groundless nor necessary. Mu's expression was very soft, which was quite incredible for most priests who believed in evil gods, under normal circumstances, after coming into contact with evil gods, ordinary people would quickly lose their minds, which meant that although they still looked normal on the outside, they would never reason with witches as slowly as this person.

Kouira, on the other hand, only sneered, and the witch's eyes flashed with a dangerous aura, "Hmph, there is no basis, what did they do after I contributed the refining method of the Colossus of Clay to cover you for sending your half-human, half-snake people into the city walls? Why hasn't the Earth Mother in your mouth destroyed that damned city with His wrath until now?"

"Awakening Mother Earth is not an easy task. His consciousness is too far away from us to attract the attention of our Lord and requires a very rigorous sacrifice. Unfortunately, I have just learned that my brothers who entered the city were hindered from making today's sacrifice. The one who stands in their way is your lady, Miss Chillie. Mu's voice was still calm, but as he spoke, Kuyla noticed that the ground around her chair was beginning to rise and fall unnaturally.

The witch is not afraid of this, as an older being who can match Greene, she is strong enough to support her words and actions. "Oh, you mean to blame me?" Coyla raised an eyebrow, and the shadows of her limbs that only insects could have protruded from the shadows of the campfire.

The undulation of the ground stopped, and a wry smile appeared on Mu's face, "Don't dare, you misunderstood." I still know Miss Qili's character very well, and I believe that neither she nor you will deliberately sabotage the sacrifice, but rather, those brothers must have accidentally provoked Miss Qili to end up like this. I owe it to you. ”

Kuyla looked at each other coldly, she had seen a lot of people, but a guy as difficult to understand as Mu was rare in a witch's life. "So, what the hell are you here for? Are you just trying to tell me that Kiri broke your sacrifice? ”

The brown-robed man nodded, the tattoo on his head writhing like a ghost in the light of the flames. "You've taught me that I really should get straight to the point. Actually, I came to you to convey the meaning of that person, and I hope that you can leave for the Salons immediately and kill the defeated products of Valley City, their existence is a hidden danger to the whole plan. As for Miss Kirly and Pegg, we will be responsible for rescuing them after destroying Molten Iron City, so don't worry. ”

"Don't worry? What do you let me do with it?With the help of so many nezumen, you still haven't taken the wall, if I leave, what are you going to do with that dwarf??, scare him with your tattoos?" Kuyla sneered as she sneered as the insects that had been hiding in the dirt ripped open the soil beneath her feet.

"It wasn't my intention to let you go. Personally, I would love to see you stay and witness the awakening of Mother Earth. Rest assured, though, we've found a way to take the city, and I'm sure Molten Iron will become a historical name before you reach Salon. ”

The witch's interest was aroused by the confidence displayed by Mu, who leaned out of her seat curiously, "May I ask you what the method is?"

The leader of the cultists smiled shyly, and he stretched out a hand from his brown robe, pointing to the ground beneath his feet. "The Dwarves are indeed a race that is adept at living with rock and dirt, and the Molten Iron City is indeed a difficult fortress to impreach. But no matter how strong the walls are, they can't stop the birds from passing by, and no matter how complicated the labyrinth, the followers of Mother Earth can't get lost. We have made contact with our brothers underground, and the city is about to collapse from the ground. ”