The charming woman on the altar gave Portia a piece of parchment, which seemed to have a catalog written on it.

Portia glanced at it and pointed to a line in the directory to say, "I want this."

The woman showed her red and black teeth, smiled at Portia, and then disappeared without a trace.

After using the cross-eye for too long, Manda had cramps again. After recovering for a long time, he found that there was an extra piece of parchment on the altar.

There were strange words written on it, which Manda did not recognize, but he was sure that this was very different from the previous directory.

"Two Kingdess chrysanthemum, four fool's flowers, six ear-eating insects, nine bitter-faced leaves... It seems that there are only seven, it's all right."

The old witch crushed the medicinal materials and put them in the pottery pot with water to cook. When the soup was about to boil, Portia asked, "Which god are you a believer?"

Manda replied without hesitation: "Of course I am a believer of Tiphon."

"Tifeng has many subordinates, who are you a believer?"

Manda pursed her lips: "I'm just a white duck, I haven't received the call from the gods yet."

The old witch added a piece of firewood and smiled and said, "I am older and my patience has become worse. When I was young, I could tell you such nonsense all day long. I will ask you more directly. Which god do you want to pretend to be?"

Oh no, it was exposed, how did she know she was pretending?

Manda had a good impression of Portia. He had never concealed anything in front of her, but he had never revealed any secrets.

He was so scared that he was sweating profusely. Just as he was thinking about how to deal with Portia, he saw Portia laughing again, "When the firewood is finished, the soup will be boiled. You know, I don't know what year or time it will take if I wait."

Manda looked at the old witch with her cross-eyed eyes. As she said this, several gold coins fell from her eyes.

Intuition tells Manda that this is a sincere help, and it is a valuable help.

Manda looked at the pot and whispered: "I think I should have gone on the Chimera path."

"Chimera? This is really troublesome. I remember having a few chimera manes."

The old witch rummaged through the boxes and found a few things like lion's mane and put them into the pottery jar. A pungent smell floated out.

After the medicine soup was boiled, Portia brought the wooden bowl to Manda.

"Drink."

Manda instinctively shrank back: "What happens if you drink it?"

"It's not going to die."

"I won't really become a believer of Chimera, will I?"

"Don't you want to?" the old witch smiled evilly.

"I really want it, but I can't..." Manda is already a first-class believer of Hermes. If he had to get involved with Chimera at this time, I'm afraid Hermes would kill him in minutes.

Portia smiled, and she saw Manda's thoughts: "If a bowl of soup can make you become a believer of Chimera, what else should you do for sacrifices? Chimera is too cheap."

The old witch didn't want to give more explanations, and she didn't mean to force Manda. Manda took the soup bowl and rubbed the bottom of the bowl. Just as she was about to use the same trick again to drill a hole in the bottom of the bowl, she suddenly heard Hermes say in her ear: "Drink, don't suffer any loss."

God still has to listen to God's words. Manda hesitated for a moment and drank the medicine soup in one breath. It was astringent and a little bitter, but it was not that bad either.

A warm current surged throughout his body, and Manda was sweating all over, and there was a strange smell in his sweat.

Portia stood up and said, "You are lucky. You already have the smell of chimera on you. This smell can last for a year and can help you deceive the count."

Manda felt relieved. This old woman was really, why didn’t she finish her words earlier?

Seeing her reaching the entrance of the cave, Manda wanted to go over and have a breath of wind, but saw the harp sending the body again, which scared Manda so much that she hurried into the bed.

It seems that the war has really begun, with nearly twice as many corpses today than yesterday.

After Yudora left, Manda asked tentatively: "Can the count wake up?"

The old witch stared at the thick fog and whispered: "The Count has woken up long ago, and he likes to fight quietly like this."

...

Outside the valley, Viscount Sorens's son Torres was making the final preparations before the charge, and Zieges always frowned. Although this was Viscount's order, in his opinion, the idea of ​​letting Torres enter the canyon himself was extremely stupid.

"I think you misinterpreted the Viscount's intentions, and there must be more obscure instructions in his orders."

"There is no other instructions, and he said it very clearly. I must lead my army into the canyon, otherwise he will not be able to give the Marquis a satisfactory reply."

"You are his eldest son, nothing is more important to him than you."

"Do you really think so?" Torres smiled bitterly. "In his eyes, there are many things that are more important than me. Sometimes I really envy your life, at least you are working hard for yourself."

A refugee was dismantled and hung on the stone statue. At night, his blood almost dried up.

At the last moment of the sacrifice, the priests and waiters danced wildly.

When the moonlight shone on the stone statue, the stone statue's arms trembled. The exhausted priest led the waiter to escape to the distance and recited the spell in the ancient Arantis language.

"Wake up, beautiful and holy goddess, your prey is in the canyon."

The movements of the stone statue were no longer stiff. She gracefully took out a feather arrow from behind, put it on the bowstring, and walked into the valley silently.

Ziggsey grabbed the reins and finally told Torres: "Don't leave my sight no matter how long it is."

More than 200 soldiers followed the statue into the valley. Yudora, who was hiding on the hillside, could see clearly. She knew that the statue had a great origin and did not intend to fight with the other party. All she wanted to do was report the news to the castle.

She jumped up and was about to take off when she suddenly saw the stone statue turn around and pull out the short bow.

The bowstring trembled, and a feather arrow came in response. Yudora was unprepared and the feather arrow shot directly through her wings.

Yudora fell to the ground, and the severe pain made her unable to get up. The bowstring sounded again, and a feather arrow penetrated her leg, nailing her to the ground.

"Roar!" Yudora used the first-level skill. If it was a wooden arrow shaft, it would rot immediately, allowing her to escape smoothly without much pain.

But this time she miscalculated. The feather arrow was made of stone, and her skills did not affect the feather arrow. When she desperately pulled out the feather arrow and wanted to escape, the stone statue had already arrived in front of her.

The rosy cheeks, the soft smile, and the face of the hunting goddess is so beautiful that it is irresistible.
Chapter completed!