I was regarded as a demon god by a witch

Chapter 41 Ancient Trees, Sacrifice and Sacrifice

Branton's face was pale, because Ivita and the others could choose to leave the baron's territory, but he couldn't.

He has no master, and now he just wants to rush back and tell his father the current situation.

Bran swallowed. "Your Highness, if there are really many enemies, we should notify my father as soon as possible."

"Let him use the name of the baron to summon the nearby knights and peasant soldiers."

"We should quickly muster an army."

Ivita thought for a while. The Baron of Morrow should now have only one standing guard, as well as the low-level noble apprentices sent by the lower-level knights to receive knight training.

Indeed, serf and feudal armies should be summoned quickly from all the manors of the barony.

Although the combat effectiveness of the serf army and the feudal army is doubtful, they are, after all, strong in numbers, and they are also a force.

Evita was about to speak.

The old witch's mithril sword was pinned to Branton's neck. Branton looked at the old witch in disbelief, and when he was about to ask her why she did this, he saw the old witch's terrifying eyes.

The old witch was really murderous, her eyes widened like copper bells, and she said viciously: "If you dare to do this, I will kill you now."

Brenton trembled all over, and his legs and feet were weak and he sat on the ground. "Your Highness, the witch has revealed her true colors. She is with the Children of the Forest."

"Branton, don't talk nonsense." Ivita knew that as long as the Hearthstone Witch didn't find out that she was not a demon god, she would never betray herself.

The Hearthstone Witch is afraid of the Daedric.

She is afraid of herself.

He looked at the old witch. "Can you tell me why you did this? Is it related to the contents of the taboo book?"

The old witch saw that Hei Lang, Iveta, and Rayleigh were all looking at her, holding the taboo book in her right hand, and the pages of the book turned automatically under her gaze.

"According to the book's description of one of the children of the forest, I finally understand why everyone forgets about Sharon."

"It's not amnesia."

"It's a replacement."

Evita was puzzled. "replace?"

When Branton heard the news about his sister, he immediately focused his attention.

The old witch said: "This book records the characteristics of the dryads, that is, they are born with an ability similar to druid spells. They were born in tree holes and died in tree holes, and they obtained a racial talent - skin changing .”

"On the day of the coming-of-age ceremony, replace the skin of the killed target with your own body, and then the muscles and bones will change into the corresponding target's form."

"It's almost identical. Only couples who have been inseparable for decades are likely to notice the difference."

"The dryads will live on as human beings from now on, so they have another name - skin-changing people."

For some reason, Ivita thought of the painted skin from her previous life.

The old witch said: "According to the description in this book, Baron Molo has already been a dryad."

"If this kid is to tell that impostor that we have discovered the plot of the Children of the Forest, you said that when the Baron summons the army, will he be dealing with the Children of the Forest or us?"

Ivita nodded: "I see."

Everyone looked at Branton with a trace of sympathy in their eyes.

Because what the old witch said was tantamount to saying that Branton's father, Baron Molo, had long since died, and the current Baron Molo was an impostor who was replaced by a skin changer.

Brenton shook his shoulders. "No, it's not right. What you said is wrong, how do you explain it? Even the villagers have forgotten my sister."

"Is everyone a skin changer - a dryad!"

"That's the problem," explained the old witch.

"This book records that the human ancestors more than 2000 years ago discovered that the ancient tree they worshiped had a strange characteristic during the battle with the dryads."

"When the dryads sacrifice human children to their ancient trees, a phenomenon called "memory distortion" will occur-the children who are taken away will gradually be forgotten by people who are estranged."

"But the immediate family members and people who have had a lot of contact with this child will not."

"The current situation is that almost all the people around your sister have been replaced by dryads, and only you are left."

"And the villagers also forgot your sister Sharon because of "Memory Distortion."

Brenton stood up stiffly, backing away again and again, dodging the mithril sword. "I do not believe."

"I do not believe."

"In this case, as you said, the son of the forest has long controlled the barony of Morrow. Then why do you want to keep me and not kill me?"

"I don't have much fighting power!"

The old witch sneered and said sarcastically, "What are you? Why did you kill you? You're just a pig waiting to be slaughtered."

"You are only 19 to 20 years old now."

"It's just right. In the eyes of dryads, an adult needs to be at least 22 years old."

"You are also a sacrifice that was targeted by them."

"Because the dryads believe that only noble blood can worship ancient trees."

"It's just that this sacrificial ceremony can only be performed once every three months, so you can survive."

"However, in my opinion, since your sister disappeared three months ago, the [-]th of next month should be your original date of death."

The old witch has no sympathy and continues to rub salt in people's wounds.

She has always believed that the pain of the weak is the source of the beauty of art.

So many famous artists have the habit of self-harm. This is the old witch's understanding of art.

The old witch teased, "It's your luck that you can walk with us now."

"I advise you to accept the facts."

"I don't accept this statement." Branton turned around and was about to run out of the cave.

But the old witch suddenly threw out the mithril sword in her left hand, and the mithril sword just brushed against Branton's ear, and then plunged into the rock wall in front of him.

The old witch said: "I won't let you start a fight."

"If you dare to take another step forward, I will throw a sword at your head."

Bran gasped for breath, since he didn't dare to move forward, he didn't want to retreat either.

He even clenched his teeth, tears streaming from his eyes.

"Witch of Hearthstone, I forbid you to talk to Brandon again." Ivita warned her with her eyes. "This is my order, if you dare to disobey..."

The old witch's complacent face froze.

This is a threat from the demon god.

Of course the old witch is terrified. "Your Majesty, in my heart, your orders are stronger than the law."

"Of course I will."

Evie nodded, expressing satisfaction.

Nothing else.

First, Branton is still their employer, so what's the matter with you running away with anger.

Second, a teammate who is out of control, that is a nightmare.

As myself who will definitely be the king in the future, grasping the emotions of the players is also a very important and must-have ability.

Evita said to Brandon, "If you want to cry, just cry."

"But if you rushed over so recklessly, it would be fine if your father wasn't a dryad. At most, it would make your father think you are a coward."

"But if it's a dryad, you'll pay for your life."

"Branton, I know that no matter what I say, it will not be of any use to you now. But I still want to tell you that I will stand by your side no matter what. If you feel panic, then you remember , I'm on your side."

"Calm down, let's discuss a plan to deal with the dryads."

Brenton was shocked again when he heard the words.

He turned around, tears streaming down his face.

This era has particularly high requirements for men, especially men who are nobles and knight servants. They cannot shed tears, and even if they shed tears, they will only attract ridicule from others.

However, Evita told him that at this moment he could cry here.

No one will laugh at him!

Branton cried out, venting his emotions. "Your Highness... I don't know what I should do."

"Even the God of All Things in the church can really solve my current situation?"

"When I was young, I prayed for a thousand days and nights in front of the idol, but now, why am I incurring such bad luck!"

"Your Highness, I really... don't know what to do..."

"Your Highness, I only have you now. Please give me an order, because I don't know what to do anymore."

Branton's character is undoubtedly of the weaker kind.

The old witch's face changed slightly. "Your Majesty, the Dryads have now completely occupied the Baron's territory."

"They have an unknown number of dryad warriors and dryad priests, and they can also use the status of Baron Molo to mobilize the human army in the territory."

"They also have an ancient tree that I don't know how long they have sacrificed."

"To be enemies with them, we are to be enemies with the dryads and humans in the territory at the same time, plus an ancient tree,"

The old witch explained: "It is written in the taboo book that the ancient tree of the dryad will become a tree after receiving enough sacrifices. Our ancestors more than 2000 years ago speculated that these ancient trees are similar to the tree of the druids. experiments, and the experiments of the druids at that time were closely related to the children of the forest."

"Perhaps the children of the forest withdrew from the path of human evolution, and the druids themselves were behind it."

"But in short, although you are powerful, you are still trapped in a human body. Look at your right hand."

Ivita raised his right hand and found a faint thunder mark on the back of his right hand.

The Great Hearthstone Witch said: "Just now you innovated the Lightning Curse spell, but the out-of-balance energy left a mark on your body."

"If this continues, your mortal body will be deformed into a magical creature."

"You can no longer use your divine power to the limit."

(End of this chapter)