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Chapter 51: silent curtain call
The north wind is blowing, and the branches of the fir trees are rustling, like a playful lover whispering in your ear-even if you can't hear the content of the story, it can make your heart itch.
In the distance, large fiery red magic palace roses are flying in the air, and golden pollen surrounds the pale yellow maggots on the ground, making you forget the fat and somewhat disgusting appearance of maggots in a trance.
"Guess who will be the winner of this battle, or the curtain caller of this stage play?" Barrett asked the half-elf and old Will.
"Obviously, the one who won the applause would be 'Vampire Bee', or the Rose of the Magic Palace. This name is undoubtedly more suitable for bowing to the audience." The half-elf said his answer, "But no matter what those flowers are called, At least they've made the maggots immobile and turned into living targets."
"According to what you said before, it seems that those thorny flowers are ready for dinner." Old Will also agreed with the half-elf's point of view. "unless......"
"We should have dinner too, boss." The ogre said suddenly.
"My good Moglock, you have made a good suggestion." Old Will smiled and patted the ogre, "But whether we eat or not will not affect the outcome of the battle at hand."
He looked at Barrett again, "Since you ask that, could there be other situations?"
"No, I don't know if there will be an accident, Master Mage." Barrett spread his hands, "The prey has fallen, the hunter licked his fangs, and is ready to start enjoying the sumptuous food, everything seems to be It's normal. But, I don't know if the taste of the prey and the blood in their body will suit the hunter's appetite after the hunter bites it down."
As soon as Barrett's voice was over, the flowers that were flying all over the sky fell like sharp arrows from the strings, piercing densely into the fat body of each maggot.
The scene of being pierced by thousands of arrows can't be described as pretty, but the half-elf is a little excited because of it. On the other hand, Old Will scratched his back through the robe, and seemed to feel a little itchy.
The scene in front of him also made Barritt feel a little uncomfortable on his skin. He scratched his neck subconsciously, and his rough fingers brushed the rough scar like a centipede. The pain disappeared instantly.
The flowers fell, and the skins of all maggots were covered with red flowers. The flowers pierced deeply, leaving only the blooming bud and a small branch outside.
The slightly excited half-elf imitated the bard's tone and said in a slightly high voice, "Look, the maggots have turned into mounds full of flowers, nourishing those beautiful creatures with their filthy corpses. Flowers, make them more colorful. For the ugly, this is one of their few functions, just like me in front of you. If my life can make you more beautiful, I will gladly offer it... "
"The Scream of the Dirty One I like this opera." Old Will said with a smile, "This sentence comes from Wendell's confession to Doris in the second act of the opera, but there is no 'maggot' in the original sentence. '."
Estelle stopped his performance, as suddenly as it started, and then he smiled and said to the crowd, "I gotta say, this way of eating looks pretty pleasing, at least you won't see blood and internal organs. Fly, don't worry about the **** aura spreading out."
It's not wrong to nourish flowers with his own corpse, Barrett thought to himself, but making them bloom more vividly is not necessarily the case.
"Oh? If I'm not mistaken, those magic palace roses seem to be withering." Old Will's tone was a little surprised. "Or, I was blinded by those gold dust."
"If you are blinded by gold dust, then I am not immune." The half-elf was also quite surprised, "and the truth is that those flowers are indeed withering."
As far as everyone can see, those magic palace roses that are inserted on the maggot corpse and are about to **** blood have already turned a large piece of petals into gray-brown, which is exactly the same as those ordinary flowers that are not pollinated, cannot bear fruit, and are about to wither. There are no more strange black and gold spots on the flowers, and no more red that shakes people's hearts.
"Our good guide must know why." Old Will said with a smile, "It is undoubtedly a wise decision to hire you to accompany us into the forest."
"It's my honor, Master Mage!" Barrett solemnly rubbed his chest in a salute. To be able to pay fifty gold coins as a deposit before the mission started, is undoubtedly a great trust.
"Those maggots don't have any offensive ability, but their bloated body is full of acid." The barbarian adventurer explained, "A slaughter-loving adventurer once killed these seemingly harmless, but very Disgusting guy. When the man slashed with an axe, the maggot's corrupt acid splashed down the wound, corroding the adventurer's leather armor, weapons, and all the skin on his face and hands... ."
"Unnecessary shots have unintended consequences." Old Will took another puff of his pipe, "Things that seem harmless, but when you want to rely on your powerful strength, you will be reckless against them. When inflicting damage, it may devour itself because of it."
Mage Will's expression suddenly became a little serious. Barritt didn't know what the two-hundred-year-old Mage thought, so he said the inexplicable words before. But he didn't want to know, the ideas of the mages are always very strange, there is no need to bother to guess.
The dazzling battle in front of him was as Barrett imagined, and there was no winner.
The maggots follow the smell, but they don't know that they are not waiting for a sumptuous dinner, but a trap that will kill them; 'Vampire wasps' kill the maggots, and then when they are about to enjoy the dinner, they find the prey. There is no sweet blood in the bloated body, there is only acid that cannot be swallowed.
In the Nord Kingdom, there is a proverb that is often used by Nords to say this - 'The contented person decorates his heart with happiness, and the greedy person fills his grave with pain. ', Barrett didn't know whether the palace roses and maggots in front of him were greedy, or just ignorant creatures that survived by instinct. But no matter what, they didn't get what they wanted, just put on a silent good show for others.
"If there are enough maggots, I don't think we need to take a detour." The half-elf joked~lightnovelpub.net~ If the maggot-producing guy can work harder, the area of this magic palace rose No doubt it will be much smaller. In other words, these maggots should not have grown from the ground themselves. ' asked the half-elf in an uncertain tone.
The bizarre environment and creatures in the forest made this handsome half-elf feel that the incredible thing that maggots grow from the ground is actually not that hard to accept.
"These maggots are not a small number. Every time you enter the foggy forest, whether it is spring or autumn, you will encounter them more or less. But no one knows exactly what gives birth to these fat guys." Barry Te shrugged, "Flies, butterflies, or something else, in short, that thing should be not small, but no one has seen it."
"This forest can always bring us surprises." Old Will said.
At this moment, the dwarf on the ogre's shoulder suddenly made a voice, "Look, under those flowers." His voice was as hoarse and stiff as ever, as if his vocal cords were degraded by not speaking for a long time.
"There are maggots under the flower, what's wrong? My good Mapra?" Mage Will was a little confused.
"No, Master Mage, I think Mapra is referring to the places before the roses of the magic palace." Barrett explained. Yes, he should have noticed it long ago, but the still wonderful drama in front of him made him ignore the hidden things.
"What is it?" the mage asked again, "I don't think the rest of us saw anything except the two of you with good eyes."
Barrett looked at the mage with a serious expression.
"Corpse, Master Mage." He subconsciously lowered his voice, as if he was worried about disturbing something, "A lot of corpses!"
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