Siegel didn't know if the wizard meant a horse-eater or a man-eater, but he could feel that the mount beneath him was calm and not nervous at all. It is said that the sense of war horses is sharper than that of people, and many times they can predict the approach of danger. Treknama was one of the best, so Siegel got off his horse, threw the reins away, and then took Janet's hand and walked with Kerry. The troubadour followed them, looking left and right.

The hollow was very small, and a large cauldron with a missing mouth took up most of the space in the middle of the room. The yellow flames burned slowly under the pot, but no fuel was seen, and it was very miraculously not smoking. The pot was half-filled with a yellowish-green viscous liquid, and leaves, dead branches, animal fur, and broken pieces of metal could be seen. Under the cooking of the high fire, the soup is boiling vigorously. The wizard casually threw the bag containing the heart and venom glands of the blue-footed snake into it, and everyone could see that the bag first floated on the surface of the "thick soup", swayed from side to side under the push of the bubbles, and then was quickly swallowed by the soup and disappeared into the cauldron. A strong fragrance emanated from the pot, and the wizard sucked hard, gurgling in his stomach.

"Tuoma!" Kerry snorted suddenly, and hurriedly rushed to the wizard, arms outstretched to grab him. None of them understood what was going on.

"I'm so hungry, I can't get enough to eat. The wizard glanced at everyone and stopped at Siegel. He suddenly asked, "Kerry, is this the tribute you brought me?"

Siegel was like a rat targeted by a poisonous snake, with hairs standing on end all over his body, and a great sense of crisis rushed to the top of his head. He reached for the hilt of his knife as fast as he could, and raised his wand in his other hand.

It's just a pity that there are faster ones. Hundreds of vines, the thinnest as silk, the thickest as arms, stretched out from the wall of the tree hole, swooped up, wrapped the limbs and waists of the group, and pulled them to the wall and fixed them. Siegel's scimitar had only time to draw half of it, his wand failed to point at his target, and his mouth was strangled by a thick vine, and his teeth ached.

"A mage, an abominable mage, hahaha, my lucky day!" the wizard raised his hands and danced a strange dance around the cauldron. "Cooked, eaten raw, blotted or sliced?

Several people struggled, but the vines were very strong and resilient. Only Kerry's brute force can loosen these vines, but it is limited to shaking for a while, and it is impossible to break away at all.

The wizard walked over to Siegel and reached out his yellow, dirty hand and grabbed him by the neck. Siegel only felt that his claws were cold and sharp, and the places that were touched felt as if they were frozen. Siegel was so hard that the veins in his neck bulged and were clearly visible.

The wizard suddenly spotted the necklace around Siegel's neck and was very curious to pull it out.

'You don't want to think of anything!' Siegel cried out, but all he could do was snort. He turned to the depths of his soul for help and prayed to the "Squid Sage", but, as in the past, received little response.

The twenty-sided dice and the space key next to it were slowly drawn out, and they were about to be exposed to the wizard's eyes. But at this time, the second side of the dice lit up. When the necklace was completely removed, nothing was visible on it.

"The mage always carries a noose, and he can hang himself at any time......" The wizard let go of the chain and reached for Siegel's wand. The mage silently recited "Dumac" in his heart, and the wand disappeared, turning into a wrist with a bracelet hidden under the sleeve.

"Hide and seek, hide and seek, catch and hide......" The wizard began to dance again, circling the cauldron and returning to slap Siegel in the face with his hard palm.

Janet began to cry, tears falling down one by one, catching the wizard's attention. He walked over to the girl, looked with his eyes, sniffed with his nose, and poked her head with his fingers. Then he twisted around and walked back, almost lying on Siegel's face, staring at the big round bloodshot eyes, nose against nose, spraying bad breath full of herbs, and whispering: "Although a demon descendant is rare, it is not as good as you, but it is not as good as you!"

He shouted again, "Oh! unique! unique!"

The wizard's eyes were full of madness, and he was already drooling with excitement, and his feet clattered the hole in the tree, and he clapped loudly. Siegel felt the vines on his body loosen a little, and guessed that the wizard's magical control might be decreasing. With all his strength, he tore open a part of the space, and his fingers hooked the handle of the dagger.

Kerry shouted "Winter Spirit!" and tore open the vines that bound him, swooping down on the wizard like a giant bear rushing through the bushes. The wizard turned around, his body expanding and deforming in an instant. A black gorilla with four arms, who was equally tall as Kerry, bumped into each other, with the orangutan grabbing the giant's wrists with two hands and the other two pounding him hard under the ribs.

A layer of frost covered Kerry's body, and the air temperature quickly decreased, and he was able to exhale cold air from his mouth. The four-armed orangutan's hair was covered with white frost, and his eyelids were blinking from the cold. Kerry's brute strength was superior, pushing the orangutan forward until it overturned him on the cauldron.

The soup was spilled on the ground, and the hot orangutans howled on the ground. The yellow flames ignited its fur again, sending him soaring. It rolled on the ground and broke chairs, chests, and jars. It wasn't until after a scream that he reverted back to his wizard form. There were no scars on the wizard's body, only that the leaves and fishing nets were a little more broken.

"You!" the shapeshifter got up from the ground, stared at Kerry angrily, and shouted, "You brute, why did you knock over my pot again?"

"You're hungry again!" Kerry didn't have a good temper, his fists thumping into each other. "You almost bit my friend!"

"Huh, is it?" the wizard shook his head, seeming to sober up, "It seems like that's the case." With a wave of his hand, he freed the crowd from bondage. Siegel drew his weapon, dagger, and scimitar, and looked at the wizard warily. Janet hid behind Siegel with a throwing knife in her hand. Arrel's wound from the lightning had not healed, and now it had broken again, so he fell to the ground anyway, and tried to creep towards the door while everyone was not looking.

Kerry stood between the wizard and the crowd, explaining in half-baked lingua franca. "Because of their metamorphosis, wizards are sometimes controlled by hunger and act like animals. However, he had never eaten anyone, and he had bitten people several times. The blood would bring him to his senses, and then he would heal the wound in case he contracted madness. ”

Siegel was still apprehensive, he was defenseless in the face of this powerful shapeshifter and wizard. He saw guilt and sincerity in the strong man's eyes, and believed his explanation, but he was still careful not to let the wizard go crazy again—after all, he had not eaten now, and he would be hungry again at any moment.

"Go away, I'm going to get something to eat before I faint. The wizard pointed to the exit of the tree hole, and then looked at the cauldron with some chagrin: "Spilled again, next time I will never let anyone in." ”

"But you haven't told me my brother's whereabouts yet. Kerry was a little helpless and hurriedly asked.

"I'm so hungry that I'm about to eat people, how can I help you with divination?" the wizard shouted, and began to dance again. Janet gripped Siegel's clothes tightly with her hands, revealing only her wide eyes to observe. Siegel was also on full alert, like a cheetah with tensed muscles. But the wizard didn't go crazy this time, he just said, "Come back tomorrow, and get some grain by the way." ”

With that, he drove the people away and sealed the hollow of the tree. The shapeshifter picks out the scraps from the pot, stuffs them in his mouth, and sits on the ground to chew on them. In times of madness, his bloodlines all over his body become more animal-like, and they are a mixture of countless animals, which allows his various senses to reach the extreme. So he can distinguish Janet's demonic bloodline, and he can also discover Siegel's peculiarities.

"He's that guy, one of the four, and you can't be wrong. The wizard muttered to himself, a flame in his eyes, and said, "The Storm Spirit has said it won't deceive me, but what should I do?"

There were many voices echoing in his head, wolves, eagles, and sheep, all kinds of chirping, and they were all disturbing and noisy. Some said "kill", some said "release", and some shouted "raise!". The wizard is able to understand the language of all animals, and he can make them all shut up and be quiet. But he didn't, so he could only cry and let the voice in his head drown him out.

The few people who left the Withered Nest just wanted to distance themselves as quickly as possible, and the fog seemed to understand their thoughts, parting in the middle and making way for them. Kerry walked at the rear, escorting a few men back to the prairie.

"He wasn't always like that. Kerry explained, "As long as he's not going crazy, he's still a good talker, and he's willing to help us." At most, he will take a small bite and heal you, so don't take it personally. As he spoke, he pointed to his arm and showed the others, "I've been bitten three times here, but you can't even see the scar now." ”

"Are wizards so powerful?" Siegel asked, translating through Ariel.

"It wasn't always like that. The one who lives in our tribe is more like a kind old man, and he doesn't deform. However, he can make the crows talk, help him with his work, and see if the children in training are lazy. He also taught us how to communicate with spirits, find prey to capture, and eat well. ”

"I don't know how to learn his ability to transform and control vines. Siegel was afraid, but envious of that magical power. He only thought of his necklace at this time, and hurriedly took it out. The twenty-sided dice and key hung intact on it, and the number 2 had changed color. Siegel touched the dice: "Item Hide", this is the second ability.

Siegel thought it would be toxin resistance, after all, he had also been poisoned by the venom of the green-footed snake and was tortured to death. It's not bad to get item hidden, but Siegel is getting more and more confused, what is the way to activate the ability?

"Wait, that shapeshifter said you're a mage. It occurred to Ariel. Despite his weakness and staggering on his horse, he sat up straight and spoke in a flat tone.

"Yes, I am now an apprentice mage of the Mage Guild and currently wear a blue robe. I'm still learning. Siegel generously admitted.

"Damn, I looked at the cuirass you were wearing, and thought you were just a warrior with a rich life, but I didn't expect you to be a mage. He squinted at Janet, who was squinting at him. Still, the troubadour muttered, "I ought to have charged you more." A mage, a great financier!" he was chagrined all the way.