The sun sets in the west and the sky darkens. Five witch hunters are moving in three directions on the hills.

"Crow feathers, the remains of the heart of the tree, the black mare... Such a strange ceremony, how do I feel like a step to release the devil?" Reso and Roy stood shoulder to shoulder with a serious face, "Little devil, finding the materials for resurrection for that ugly monster will not cause a disaster, right? Did the ancient blood warn you?"

"I'm sure the heart of the tree is not a 'devil'." Roy looked at the dark area southeast of the hills. Night was the most active time for wild animals, but this time they stayed in the grass and did not attack the demon hunter like they did during the day.

Because they were covered with green juice taken out of the roots of the tree heart, they emitted a faint fragrance of plants, like friendly marks, dispelling the violent beasts they met.

"But it's not a good person! Even if she was once a ring of ancient druids, I admit that there are indeed clear records in some classics that Willen had a ring of druids. But this guy described the three sisters as unforgivable, which is slightly different from what we know..."

The bald man looked at the sunset and fell into the horizon and made another point of view, "We have seen the situation of Lower Valen. The lady in the forest asked the villagers for sacrifices, but also gave them good harvests, fruits to cure diseases, and saved them from the endless beasts and monsters of Willen. To some extent, the three sisters are fair and maintain a bloody and fragile balance. Is there a better alternative to destroying this balance?"

"Resor, the old witch kidnapped Carl, so they must understand one thing: The witch hunter is not so weak and can be bullied!"

"Release the heart of the tree is not the only way." Resou groped his smooth chin and still insisted on his own opinion. "An unknown creature who has been imprisoned for hundreds of years and is full of resentment... If he regained his freedom, he will inevitably retaliate and cause a huge disaster in this 'no man's land'."

"In order to fight the three witches and release another terrible monster, little ghost, this is definitely not a desirable way!"

Roy sighed, his eyebrows tightened and loosened.

"Okay, actually I have another solution. As you said, the three sisters are not good things, and Shuxin can't fully trust them, so..."

His tone suddenly became cold, and dark gold's pupils flashed, "Do you remember the blood gem given by the lady in the lake? We will do this later...you will use it..."

...

A bright moon hung on the horizon.

Soon, the witch hunter rode away from the Whisper Hill, and after repelling a wave of scary water ghosts in the Willen swamp, he came to the small hill surrounded by three oak trees.

In the dark night, the moonlight shines on a blue stone tablet, located in the middle of the hillside.

The stone tablet is oval, simple and cold, full of the vicissitudes of the passing of time. The surface is covered with cracks, and there are clusters of messy grass stubbles stubble tenaciously emerge from the cracks of the stone.

Roy squatted down and then felt some rough and twisted symbols on the surface of the stone tablet: irregular triangles, stars, moon patterns, and simple but vivid wild animals outlined in just a few strokes. This is some kind of ancient stone carving.

He could not understand the meaning of these patterns.

"What is said?" Roy glanced at the bald man.

"These symbols are words created by the Druid Ring. The Snake Sect has no such branch, and I have never learned this kind of words, so I can't understand it, but I think it is undoubtedly the tombstone of the tree heart."

The two of them looked at the open space in front of the tombstone.

"Kungulan, Ms. Shuxin, you asked us to dig up your grave, don't blame me..."

The two pulled out the steel sword and began to dig the soil. Soon after, they dug out a pair of remains from the open space in front of the tombstone, and then barely pieced together the pile of broken bones into a human form.

It can see obvious limbs and skulls, but there are sharp canine teeth on both sides of the gums that are not like humans. Long shriveled nails extend from the top of the finger bones. The most eye-catching feature is that it is extremely petite, less than one-third of the size of a normal human.

The remains of unknown creatures

??

"Look, this is not a human bone at all!" The bald man's eyes were even more jealous.

"Maybe it's the old man, is it possible?"

Resso shook his head and said confidently, "I have seen many remains, including those over 80 years old. Although most of them bent over and suffered from severe osteoporosis and deformed bones, they are not the one in front of them. The skeleton is too small, but there are no traces of missing or overweathering."

"Does it look like a dwarf, halfling, dwarf, or goblin's bone?"

"They don't have such sharp canine teeth!" Resor said, "and, whether it is a dwarf, a halfling, a goblin, or a gnome, the number of ribs is much smaller than this remains."

"What exactly is buried here? It's not a human, but it also assumes the responsibility of a druid?" Roy also wondered. Could it be that the so-called ancient druid was another kind of non-human intelligent creature?

It does not exist in the literature, and I have never seen it myself.

"Maybe only those knowledgeable druids who are hundreds of years old can reveal the answer."

The two witch hunters whispered for a while, then quickly restrained their remains and returned to the murmur hills.

Almost at the same time, on the other side, the cat-spike witcher Flius had found a crow's nest among the lush branches and leaves of the big banyan tree and obtained a few pitch-black feathers.

The Seret brothers bewitched a black mare standing and dozing on the grass near the hunchback swamp west of the hill with the Yaxifera seal.

The three waves of demon hunters brought a material to return to the cave in the Wumang Hill and came to the heart of the tree.

"The witch hunter, have you found all the things, what are you waiting for? The ceremony will start immediately!"

The voice of the tree heart was trembling, full of uncontrollable excitement. She controlled the gray-brown rhizomes and circled around the black mare's body.

It's like a python looking at its prey.

The mare seemed to notice something, sniffed uneasy and anxiously, and paced with horse hooves.

"Ms. Kunguran, there's all the things," Roy took out the package containing the remains in the saddle bag and carried it in his hand. "But before the ceremony, we still have some questions to ask..."

"Say!" Shuxin seemed very anxious.

"Ms. Kungulan, do you remember the conditions we put forward before?"

"A few, you have reached this point, and you still don't want to believe me?" Shuxin said unhappy. "I will repeat it again. Once you have freedom, I will help you escape the eyes and ears of the three sisters, sneak into their base camp, Balder Hill, and give them a profound lesson."

Shuxin said solemnly, "But I warn you not to expect too much. For example, killing any old witch is unrealistic! Regardless of the powerful magic power of the three sisters, they can also summon a large number of monsters from other worlds, or even help from wild hunters."

"Wild Hunting?" The four Snake Sect's witch hunting tools all their hearts were all over. They didn't expect to hear this familiar name in Shuxin, the Snake Sect's lifelong enemy. They deeply understand the power of the Wild Hunting.

"Some of you have also heard of those ghost knights flying in the sky? To be honest, the senior officials of the Wild Hunting attend the night banquet held by the three sisters every year. The long-term relationship allows them to maintain a good relationship." Shuxin sighed, "So if you want to kill the three sisters, you must pass the Wild Hunting level. With the current strength of the few, I am bluntly speaking, it is unlikely."

Roy's memory rolled in his mind. As far as he knew, the three sisters held night banquets at Bald Hill every spring to entertain the powerful aliens of Willen, and at the same time received sacrifices from the peasants under his rule - young and beautiful boys and girls.

The next day, some of the "reborn" children were sent back, and farmers were given acorn oil that could water lush crops.

This is the most rough and primitive relationship of sacrifice and protection.

In addition, Shuxin's words also made Roy confirm a long time ago a guess: Wild hunting attends the dinner of the three sisters is definitely not for simple pleasure, they must have participated in Willen's "buying and selling".

The children the old witch snatched from the people of Willen might be handed over to the Wild Hunter. After all, this group of ghost knights across the sky have been robbing people all over the world to strengthen the army.

"Don't worry, we don't plan to fight head-on with Mrs. Lin at the moment."

"A wise decision..."

"If you don't face the head-on battle with the lady in the forest, how can you make the old witch have a memory after entering Mount Balder?" Seret asked,

"Let's set the fire and burn it all!" Ox said ruthlessly.

"It's hard to say how much it can be set in front of someone else's house. You will definitely make a mortal enemy with the three sisters." Resor expressed his obscure opposition.

The heart of the tree suddenly fell silent, and the witch hunter could feel her inner struggle and hesitation. After a long time, the old female voice replied, "I have a better idea. If you can destroy the sacred oak tree in Balder Mountain, it will make the three old bitches vomit blood with heartache."

"Sacred Oak?" Roy thought of the crops growing extremely well in Lower Valená and the oak oil used by the villagers to water the farmland.

"That was originally the seed I sowed during my lifetime. Later, the three sisters killed me and occupied it. Instead, they were used to give kindness to the people of Willen - ordinary acorns were crushed into oil and could water the harvest, and they could be given to the doctors to treat diseases and heal the wounds. Pink acorns over a hundred years and golden acorns over two hundred years are of great benefit to mankind." The tree heart paused, "Even if you can't destroy the oak tree, it will be enough for them to feel heartbroken for a while."

"Divine Oak, pink and golden acorns?" The eyes of the five witch hunters lit up.

Seeing this, Shuxin continued to urge, "Several, I told you such a precious secret. Isn't sincerity enough? Let's start the ceremony... put the crow's feathers and bones under the heart first!"

Roy exchanged glances with everyone, took the crow feather from Flius, "Present the crow feather..."

With a dignified and serious expression, he put the materials in front of Shuxin.

Shuxin then replied in a solemn ritual voice, "I was once a flesh-and-blood body-" echo triggered a torrent of magic, causing the cave to shaking continuously, as if it was about to collapse, "I will regain freedom!"

However, the cunning voice of the witch hunter scrambled in at this moment, "Ms. Kungulan, how can we escape the old witch's ears and ears?"

Roy asked, swaying the white bones in front of the tree's heart.

The arrow was on the string, and the tree heart could not bear it, "My blood! Later, when you cut open my body, collect part of the blood flowing out of me, and apply it all over my body, you can hide it from the ears and ears of the three sisters!"

The witch hunter was satisfied and placed his bones under his heart, "Present your bones..."

Tree Heart shouted, "I used to be flesh and blood..." The cave was filled with echoes, and the strong wind swept from outside, blowing feathers and bones into a pile, "I will be free again!"

Tree Heart shouted.

"Witchhunter! Take the horse over and let it drink my blood!" Shuxin finished speaking, she shedding the spike shell that wrapped around her heart, revealing her soft and warm horny skin.

Flius led the black mare in front, and Resor drew out the steel sword and pushed the cold and sharp tip of the sword to the heart of the tree.

Roy did not take action, and if Shuxin died under his hands, it would turn into nothingness.

But he asked another question, "Ms. Kunguran...will you take revenge after she leaves the heart of the tree?"

"What kind of revenge? The witch hunter, you still have the heart to joke at this moment!?" Shuxin was already angry and his tone became very cold.

"Not a joke...you know what I mean," Roy asked seriously. "Will you take revenge on the residents of Lower Valen? As far as I know, because of the orders of the three sisters, they once wanted to kill you."

"How do you know?"

"You mentioned to me, Ms. Kunguran, have you forgotten?"

"I forgot?" Shuxin said, "Sorry, I don't think I'm that forgotten."

Roy no longer hesitated.

According to the plan, Reso, who was holding the sword, looked at him.

A cold light flashed in the cave... Amid the pleasant laughter, a terrifying wound was cracked in the heart of the tree, and blood was like a spring, and a small part of it flowed into the leather bag prepared by the witch hunter, and most of the materials mixed into the ground.

Blood, skeletons, and crow feathers instantly merge into one.

The black mare bowed its head and drank blood, leaving only the sound of sip and swallowing in the cave.
To be continued...