'Vampire Bee', or 'Magic Palace Rose'. No matter what it's called, obviously this kind of creature that doesn't know whether it should be considered an animal or an animal with the appearance of a plant (a good twist), does not feed on nectar like bees, nor does it rely on soil like roses bring nutrients to survive.

What they need is blood, a liquid as red as petals.

I don't know if Galano City's 'June Red' can meet its needs, Barrett thought to himself. It was a wine of unique taste, with a red color like those 'cute' lips.

Whenever Barrett drinks this kind of wine, he always feels for no reason that a hen with a cut neck appears in front of him. The hens clucked and ran wildly, red blood splashing down their necks and spilling on the dusty road. And the people on the road screaming and running in panic because of the avalanche are not much better than the hen...

Barrett shook his head inwardly, and led the crowd closer again, so that Old Will and the others could see the "fertilizer" clearly.

Those magic palace roses that flew into the air and participated in the attack, where they originally "grown", were shrouded in mist, and various corpses were faintly revealed.

"There are a lot of them!" Old Will sighed, "Can you recognize what they were originally?" The mage pointed to the corpses and asked.

"Sorry, Master Mage." Barrett replied, "Even if their mother was right in front of them, they couldn't tell which piece of meat fell from her."

Oh, asking the mother to identify the child's corpse is undoubtedly a cruel thing. for any species.

It's not without reason that Barrett said this, but those "fertilizers" are really indistinguishable shapes and types. They are like firewood under the scorching sun, and they are dry enough to make people suspect that they will burn in the next moment. It seems that the magic palace rose is not only draining blood, but all the fluids on those corpses, and it seems that it also includes bone marrow.

There is no moisture, and the decay is also away from them, which makes the corpses that are scattered all over the place not so disgusting.

Barrett observed carefully, and made a rough estimate in his heart. He found that there were dozens of corpses in front of him, including several mummified corpses curled up, which seemed to be covered with tattered corpses. leather armor.

Humanity? Or other creatures? Barrett thought. In the foggy forest, besides humans, are there other species that use weapons and wear armor?

The answer is, yes. The barbarian asked himself.

In addition to adventurers, there are indeed several aborigines in the Misty Forest who also use weapons, such as gnolls.

Barrett knew that there were at least five gnoll tribes in the Misty Forest, and the smallest tribe had hundreds of gnolls. Each gnoll tribe has its own independent territory and range of activities. If it is not necessary, ordinary adventurers will not venture into it.

But sometimes the gnoll tribe of the misty forest will also hunt adventurers. They will kill the adventurers with their claws, peel off the leather armor from the adventurers, put them on their own bodies, and then put those hapless eggs on the bonfire. on, as humans roast other beasts. Of course, gnolls will choose to eat raw more often. After all, making a fire in the foggy forest is quite a hassle.

"There are humans in here," Barrett said. Gnolls don't wear iron gloves, and their claws are sometimes more effective than swords.

Of course, it could also be a half-elf. The barbarian didn't say it. But it is indeed possible. Aside from ears and looks, you can't tell the difference between a human and a half-elves. On the mummified body, obviously there is no difference between these two points.

"I have a question in my heart." The half-elf frowned and looked at Barrett, his handsome face full of confusion.

Damn, did he hear my heart? Barrett looked stunned, and then immediately returned to calm, impossible! unless he is a mage.

"If we don't get too close, will those flowers attack us?" the half-elf asked. "I mean, do they have other means of attack?"

"As far as I know, if they are far enough away from those flowers, there is nothing they can do." Barrett sighed inwardly, "and they don't have the habit of looking for prey, even if they can fly."

"Then..." the half-elf asked again, "Are the adventurers in the Bay of Pigs, or the creatures in the misty forest, like these maggots like this sweet and greasy smell with corruption?"

"I don't think anyone would like this smell." Barrett shook his head, "at least not humans. As for the misty forest, no one can tell." He knew what the half-elf wanted to ask, but he had no answer.

"What I want to know is..." The half-elf glanced at Old Will, then at the ogre and the gnome, and finally his eyes fell on Barrett. He pointed to the vast sea of ​​flowers covered by the mist, "Are there all such corpses under this sea of ​​flowers?"

Barrett looked at the sea of ​​flowers that spread like a prairie fire. Perhaps he was used to seeing life and death. Perhaps he already knew in advance what the half-elf wanted to ask, but he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

They need blood, a lot of blood. Barrett thought.

Those magic palace roses flying into the air and participating in the hunt are less than one percent of the number of flowers in this sea of ​​flowers, and under this massive number of bright flowers, the amount of "fertilizer" must be even more terrifying.

"Maybe there is a gardener taking care of them." When everyone was silent, Old Will suddenly said, "Since this forest even has 'feeders', why can't there be a 'gardener'?" The wizard made an innocuous little joke on Barrett.

"Although you may meet a colleague, it's not a happy thing." Barrett didn't care about the mage's ridicule, "This 'gardener' did a good job, at least the 'feeder' is not so big The ability to find so many corpses. To be honest, it's kind of scary!"

"Moglock can find it." The ogre said in a loud voice, with pride in his tone. "The great Barron has raised a lot of goblins, many, many! Many, many!" The ogre drew a big circle with both hands to indicate that the number was really large, "Those goblins are too many, and the corpses are piled up into mountains. !"

Hey, this is not a good topic, Barrett murmured in his heart. He didn't want to know what an "evil" mage was studying in his mage tower.

In a novel called "The Long Hair of the Wind's Rest Tower" that Barbarian had read when he was a child, in that book, those who knew the secret of the mage, except for the protagonist, had no good end. Barrett didn't want to be one of those people because of the ogre's inadvertent omission.

Barrett looked at Old Will with some trepidation, but found that the latter looked indifferent and did nothing to stop the ogre from continuing to speak.

Is it true that there is a certain mage like a gardener who often flies here from the air, and then dumps corpses nearby to feed these magic roses, which are beautiful in appearance despite their strange habits?

The more Barrett thinks about it, the more he thinks it is very possible, and this kind of thinking also makes the extremely strange situation in front of him a lot more reasonable~lightnovelpub.net~Any strange and unbelievable things, once a mage is discovered Participate in it, there will be a kind of "Oh, so it is." But that's the feeling.

"Anyway, as long as those guys lying on the ground covered in flowers are not us, that's enough." Old Will said with a smile. As soon as the words fell, Mage Will stretched out his right hand towards the sea of ​​flowers not far away. A magic palace rose on the edge of the sea of ​​​​flowers trembled and suddenly flew into the hands of the Mage.

The mage held this magic palace rose full of thorns in his right hand. The flower trembled slightly and seemed to be struggling. However, the mage raised his left hand again, and a dazzling electric light flashed on his index finger, and the flower became quiet.

"Leave a memory." Old Will said. The next moment, this magic palace rose disappeared into the hands of the mage.

The light in the forest gradually dimmed, and Barrett looked up at the fog above his head, "Since the curtain call for the stage play in front of us has ended, I think we should also make a campsite." He suggested to Old Will.

"Moglock is already hungry!" The ogre said with some dissatisfaction.

"Then let's go, let's get out of here, find a warm place to have a good rest, and then fill it up." Old Will smiled and patted the ogre's stomach again, "It's very important to fill up here! You can't imagine what a hungry ogre can do."

"Even if he is hungry, Moglock will never eat people!" The ogre whispered.

"Then we'll..." Barrett looked around, "Just go this way." He pointed his finger in one direction, and led the crowd into the mist.

The surroundings are calm, and this sea of ​​fiery red flowers is still blooming brightly.

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