Owen held on to the oars, trying to keep the boat from hitting the rocks on either side in the rushing water. A pulp www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" Pavilion was quickly broken, and Owen remembered a strengthening spell, he was not familiar with this kind of spell, because strengthening magic is often needed by warriors, he recited it three times in a row and finally strengthened the wood pulp that was about to break, and there was no danger of breaking the ship for the time being.

Owen recalled the map as a tributary of the Golden River, which did not lead to the interior of the Shepherd's Meadows, but to the densest part of the barbarian tribe. Owen couldn't help but secretly cry in his heart, I was afraid that it was only a matter of time before he was caught by the barbarians.

It wasn't until noon the next day that Owen finally found a piece of reeds and swung off the boat, this was an open field, Owen did not dare to move during the day, so he had to go on the road until evening.

The galaxy of the prairie was particularly dazzling, three silver bands crossed the sky, flashing with enchanting brilliance, and a red moon hung in the night, and Owen realized that summer was almost over.

After walking for a short time, a sky-high fire caught Owen's attention. Owen looked around, and there were several grass huts that were on fire, and he didn't know who would burn them down at this time. Curious, Owen resisted the urge to go and find out, knowing that there were not many people who would settle in the grasslands, and that he might have gone deep into the hinterland of the barbarians: the High Court.

The High Court is the place where the king of the barbarians, Oak Hun, lives, so there will be some barbarians who will settle around the High Court, and now they are afraid that they are in the far suburbs of the High Court. A dark shadow flickered beside the fire and then disappeared into the night. Owen didn't dare to be discovered, so he hurriedly burrowed into the reeds, but he didn't want to make a rustling sound, especially suddenly in the night when there was no wind. Owen was in a hurry, but his hands and feet made a louder noise, and although it was far from the fire, he was still afraid of being heard by some people with special abilities.

"Oops. Owen crashed headlong into an invisible wall of qi, and only then did he realize that he had been detected by others, and that he was a magician far superior to himself.

"Who is it?" an eerie hoarse voice came from behind Owen, and then a sealing charm had struck Owen, making it impossible for him to cast his magic.

Owen turned around and saw a ragged, skinny old woman staring at him with two large, cloudy eyes.

"Right······ I'm sorry, senior, I have no ill will. "Owen is now blocked all over his body, and his magic energy can't be turned around at all, I don't know what this old woman wants to do with herself.

"You're not a Zhigochi, you're a treasure hunter. The old woman saw Owen's package and asked grimly. Without waiting for Owen to reply, the old woman circled around him twice, and muttered, "Very good, very good, a little lamb, a little lamb that the barbarians despise the most." ”

"Senior, if the junior collides with you, please raise your noble hand······" Before Owen finished speaking, the old woman tore off his backpack and still had it on the side, and then pasted a rune on his back, and ran away when he picked up Owen.

Owen only felt that the wind was blowing, and the old woman should have posted a wind attribute rune behind him, and the direction of progress was contrary to Owen's route - High Court.

Owen kept begging for mercy, and the old woman threatened, "I'll cut out your tongue if I say anything else." Owen could only watch as he got closer and closer to the lights in the distance. The sound of people talking and laughing was getting closer, because today was the day of the king's official marriage.

When they got to the dense light, the old woman casually stole a cloak and put it on Owen, and Owen couldn't help but wonder how this old woman could be a thief.

The old woman led Owen to a boulder-filled river, and when Owen looked up, he looked over the towering city walls, and behind them was the palace of Auk-Hun.

The old woman climbed over the cliff with Owen against the boulder, and then opened a hidden stone door, and involuntarily brought Owen in.

It's over, the king is newly married, and she's going to sacrifice me to Auk-Huns. Owen thought desperately, not thinking about why he had to go through the secret passage if that was the case.

The two walked through the dark and damp tunnels to the underground of the palace, which was full of abandoned rooms and tombs, and the old woman found a relatively clean hidden room and brought Owen inside.

Owen sat down on the stone bed, which looked like an ascetic's room, but he didn't bother to pay attention.

The old woman stared at Owen without moving, not knowing what was going on in her stomach, and Owen didn't dare to say anything, waiting for her hair to fall.

"What's your name?"

"Owen, Owen Colin. ”

"Okay, Owen, I want you to do something for me. ”

"What's the matter?" Owen looked up in confusion, but only felt his jaw tighten, and he couldn't help but open his mouth, and a small bottle of potion flowed down his throat and into his stomach.

"This ······ What is this?" Owen felt only a strange floral scent of the liquid, with a piping hot heat. He clutched his neck and felt sick.

"You want you to do a good job tonight. The old woman took out a rune from the brown spatial ring in her left hand and placed it on Owen's body, and with the whispering spell, the rune disappeared into the air, and Owen immediately fell asleep······

I don't know how long later, Owen woke up in pain, but he felt that he was sleeping in a bed, although the bed board was very hard, but there was no doubt that it was indeed a bed. He felt as uncomfortable as a fire all over his body, and his breath was hot and stuffy, and when he wanted to get up, he realized that a person was lying on top of him, and the touch of his fingers was indeed soft through his fingertips.

"This ······ What is it?" Owen vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't think of anything, and the person lying on top of him woke up at this time.

"It's hot····· It's hot. The lark-like voice crushed Owen, leaving him completely lost in the world of eroticism and sex, and nothing else.

Outside the door, the old woman leaned against the door, holding a wine glass in one hand and a wine bottle in the other, listening to the beautiful moans coming from the room, and drank glass after glass of spirits.

"Aukhun, we have a good saying - come out and mix, always have to pay it back. The old woman threw up her head and drank the last drop of alcohol, a grim smile on her lips.

In the palace of the high court, the banquet has dispersed, and most people have been overwhelmed by the strength of the wine and have dispersed. King Oak Hun sat in the wide hall and smiled at himself as "Sonrika", a woman dressed in animal clothes and revealing her athletic qualities: Lisgo.

"Has the princess slept?" asked the senior cadre standing aside, who was the head of the court and had served him for thirty years.

Gao Gan replied, "Yes, Your Majesty, the maid told me two hours ago that she had gone to sleep. Okhun nodded with satisfaction, not noticing that Gao Gan put away his peaceful face, because Gao Gan did not have any good feelings for the mother and daughter who had just entered the High Court.

From now on, Gao Ting is a wild and presumptuous place, Gao Gan thought pessimistically.