Along with the astonishing fire, explosive wind and heat wave, the second gargoyle was also blown to pieces, and it seemed that it no longer posed a threat.
Arthur took a breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead (only then did he realize that he was sweating profusely, and the young man he was controlling was really weak!), and then turned his head to look at the witch again.
"The props are good. But why did you give me such a powerful magic prop?" he asked.
"It's not because you are too weak that people can't stand it." The witch said coldly: "With this level of strength, I want to fight those guys who are called demon gods in the demon clan. I can already imagine your future.
Already."
Arthur frowned: "Who said I want to fight the demons? I will leave as long as I achieve my goal. I have no interest in fighting the demons at all."
"Oh, you will, that is your unavoidable fate." Beatrice, the witch of the full moon, smiled lightly: "If you want to take back the person you love, that is the only thing you can do. No one can go against themselves
No one can escape his own destiny. You think all this has nothing to do with you, just because the time has not yet matured."
"So------" Arthur looked at the witch coldly: "What are you planning to do? Are you and I friends and enemies? Is it really you who spread the Black Death?"
"Black Death?" The witch paused for a moment: "O ancient king, plague is not something that can be manipulated. But if I leak the news like this, you will come here after hearing the news.
Meet me. All this is just a ploy to get you to come over."
"You went to all this trouble just to see me? Just to test me? And you released two gargoyles to fight with me without doing anything yourself, just to test my strength?" Arthur was even more confused: "Your
What is the purpose------"
"Anything like this is fine." The witch did not answer Arthur's question directly, but shrugged and smiled calmly: "The [Alchemy Gloves] I gave you will be yours from now on. It's better if you have some strength."
Just take the time to figure out how to use it. So, I have said what I want to say, goodbye."
"Wait, this------"
"By the way, there is one more thing." The witch conjured something out of thin air, a heavy thing in a cloth bag, and threw it at Arthur's feet: "If you go back empty-handed, you won't be able to impress those nobles. Then
As you wish, take this with you."
Before Arthur could ask more questions, the witch had already moved in an instant and disappeared without a trace.
The blond boy frowned again and looked down at the package wrapped in black cloth. He kicked it and tested it, and found that the package was heavy and seemed to contain the head of some kind of creature.
Arthur started to unpack the package, and what he saw was indeed very similar to what he had guessed. The monster's head looked scary and ugly.
"This is the head of the harpy." The big white wolf came to Arthur's side at some point and said.
"Bedi?" Arthur groaned: "Aren't you immobilized? When will you be able to move again?"
"Just now, when you were talking to the witch." Bedivere replied depressingly: "Although his consciousness recovered, his body seemed to be bound by some mysterious power, and he could not move at all. Until
You can only move after the witch has left. That witch is so powerful. How did she do it?"
The current human wolf Bediwell can also be regarded as a member of the high-level demon clan, but the witch controlled Bedivere just from the air. First, she completely stopped the human wolf's actions and thinking, and then made Bediwell
Unable to move. The witch can also easily control two gargoyles to fight Arthur at the same time. How unfathomable is her power? It’s really scary to think about.
"Fortunately, Arthur, you didn't fight with her. If you had, I'm afraid you would definitely die." Bedivere said again.
"Tsk." The King of Knights did not answer the question directly. He just let out a low hum to express his dissatisfaction. But he also knew that Bedivere's words were extremely correct.
"No matter what, the best result is that she escapes. Let's take the harpy's head back to convince those nobles that this monster's head is enough."
"Do you really think a harpy is the source of the disease?" Arthur couldn't help but complain.
"Whether it is true or not, it at least proves that Arthur, you have eliminated a terrible monster that ordinary people cannot destroy, doesn't it?" Bedivere said with a bitter smile: "This achievement, from the perspective of a mortal, is already outstanding.
Let’s leave it at that for now. Or are you going to tell the nobles honestly that the real witch has escaped and that the harpy’s head is still a gift from the witch?”
Arthur was silent for a while.
"But... the incision on the neck of this banshee's head is really perfect. It's as clean and neat as your swordsmanship, Arthur." Bedivere said again.
"Shut up." Arthur quickly wrapped the harpy's head again and picked up the heavy black bundle. He took another look at the surrounding scenery.
Except for the room he entered just now, this hall is the end of the witch's residence. There are no other entrances or exits, and there are no other living facilities for the witch to live here. It is as if this residence itself is a testing ground. The witch is released to the outside world.
According to the news, the purpose of tricking Arthur to come here is to see how capable Arthur is. Other than that, this so-called "residence" has no use, so it does not need to prepare other living facilities.
Have you ever been severely deceived...?
Arthur looked at the glove on his left hand again. The witch called this "alchemy glove", but this thing seemed to have some kind of miraculous ability to create a crystal throwing spear out of thin air. A crystal throwing spear that was large enough could still be used.
It can cause an explosion of astonishing power. Of course, this thing cannot be used in front of humans, especially in an environment where witches and wizards are hunting everywhere. If Arthur uses the power of the alchemy gloves in front of others, he will immediately be regarded as a fool.
He is a wizard who is being hunted by the Holy See. But as long as no one else gets in the way, and when faced with powerful demons, this alchemy glove can probably exert an astonishing destructive power.
Arthur was clearly here to hunt the witch this time, but the witch who looked very similar to his mother gave him such a powerful magic weapon. This is really...
Arthur, who was puzzled all the way, groped out from the back door of the cave with Bedivere, and it took about ten minutes to reach the exit. There were no enemies in the black forest, and he and the big white wolf passed through the forest easily.
Half an hour later we arrived at a nearby village.
There, a group of people were waiting with torches in hand. Judging from the appearance of these people being fully armed, they should be mercenaries hired by the local nobles. Arthur went into the Black Forest alone (actually with a wolf) to hunt
"Witch" seemed to have caused a lot of commotion in the local area. The people in the village were afraid that Arthur's behavior would alert the witch, so in order to protect themselves, they hired a large group of mercenaries to wait on the edge of the village to guard against the evil spirits from the Black Forest.
The monsters' counterattack.
Their worries are of course unnecessary.
"Lord Aslan, is the situation inside okay?" the leading mercenary asked tremblingly, "Has the witch... been eliminated?"
Arthur did not speak, but picked up the black cloth bag and threw it at the mercenary's feet.
The mercenary opened the cloth bag and saw the head of the harpy inside. He looked horrified: "This is more than just a witch... This seems to be a monster called a harpy?!"
"It seems so." Arthur didn't bother to explain, and replied casually: "Anyway, the monsters in the Black Forest have been wiped out. If you are not worried, you can bring another team of people in to clear the place, although I don't think there are any monsters inside."
What else is worth hunting?"
The mercenaries looked at each other, with incredible expressions etched on their faces that they couldn't hide even if they wanted to. Arthur destroyed such a terrifying monster by himself, but there were almost no injuries on his body. The only injury was on the boy's chest.
There was a scrape along with the clothes. But the injury was just a small bruise, and there was no bleeding at all.
The harpy is originally a very terrifying monster. In addition to tearing its prey into pieces with unimaginable speed, it can also burst human eardrums with its screams, causing people to bleed to death.
How did this young man avoid the harpy's screaming attack and cut off the harpy's head in one fell swoop? For these mortals, just trying to figure out this question is already laborious enough.
"Please come this way, Lord Aslan. Boiled bath water and clean beds have been prepared for you." An old man who seemed to be the village chief said: "Please have a good rest in this village tonight. We will go there tomorrow."
I will send someone to contact the lord and report your deeds truthfully."
"Okay." Arthur, who was in a complicated mood, didn't want to explain any more to these people, so he left the group of mercenaries behind and followed the village chief. Although the bath water was hot enough and the bed was soft, it should be the best place in this village.
The best hospitality that could be given. But that night, Arthur did not sleep well.
The same night, somewhere.
The woman looked at all this with a crystal ball, and she thoughtfully observed the blond boy sleeping soundly on the bed.
Behind her was a tall, burly and majestic knight in black armor. The knight waited silently for a long time before humming: "Do you care about him so much, Igraine?"
"Of course." The woman replied: "Don't you care, dear."
There was no emotion on the thin and resolute face of the knight in black armor. He replied coldly: "He is not the real Arthur, nor is he our son. Arthur has been dead for more than nine hundred years. You
There’s no use caring about it now.”
"Nonetheless." The woman sighed again: "Just think I'm being sentimental. I just hope he can succeed this time, Uther."