The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

The two walked along the path into the forest.

There are countless forks in the path.

Along the way, William let Tom make up his mind as to which way to go.

Tom also took on the responsibility without fear.

Unknowingly, the shade of the forest is getting denser and the light coming in is getting thinner and thinner.

The two came to a certain big tree.

Under the big tree were three little crows with bruises all over their bodies, flapping their wings thumpingly.

And above the big tree, there is a bird's nest, where two old crows are croaking.

William's pupils shrank suddenly, and they really came, those three key little crows!

The aura of the protagonist is really different. There are so many crows in the forest, but Tom still brings him here.

Is this the guidance of fate?

William didn't know.

He took a closer look and carefully observed the three little crows.

Unlike the two old crows above which are completely black, the feathers of these three young crows are azure, and when the wings are flapped, there is a negligible wind force.

"It's a monster again..." William whispered to himself with complicated eyes.

Not counting the Kingdom of Florence, it is said that after traveling in the Tataria Alliance for a year, William has hardly seen any monsters.

As a result, he came to the Kingdom of Bucharest, and monsters appeared one after another in his eyes.

This made William a little speechless.

He looked up at the tree, and there were two old crows standing on the edge of the nest, croaking, their eyes looking at the ground.

On them William saw no wind forming.

The magic mirror also confirmed this point. These two old crows have no magic power fluctuations, and they do not belong to Warcraft.

In other words, these three little crows are likely to be atavistic phenomena, awakening the blood of their ancestors, and becoming monster crows that can slightly control the wind.

"Since there is wind force when you flap your wings, let's call you wind crows." William said silently in his heart.

At this time, Tom walked up to William with a distressed face, and stared at him blankly.

"What's the matter, Tom?" William asked, sensing this.

"Master Zorro, these little crows are very pitiful!" Tom looked at the little crows on the ground with sympathy in his eyes.

"Oh! Tell me!"

"These little crows couldn't get enough to eat, and they were pushed down by their parents, the two old crows above." Tom looked up at the two old crows on the tree.

In fact, William asked the question knowingly.

William also understood the conversation between the old crow and the little crow.

When he first came here, William heard the old crow angrily scolding the young crows, "You lazy, useless things! Get out of here!"

"We can't support you anymore. You are all grown up and should support yourselves."

But a few little crows shouted aggrievedly, "We are so pitiful! No one can help us. We need to feed ourselves, but we can't even fly! Apart from lying here and starving to death, we have nothing to do." What other way?"

From the dialogue between them, the imaginative William automatically outlined the growth process of crows raising crows:

Three little crows broke out of their eggs, which brought great joy to the two crows, although the three little crows were greener.

Children need enough food to grow.

So the two old crows got up early and worked late every day, looking for food everywhere, finding bugs or carrion, and feeding their three baby crows!

Time passed little by little.

Normal baby crows should grow up to be able to hunt independently, but this is not the case for these three baby crows.

Awakening the blood of the distant ancestors, turning the three little crows into monsters, also prolongs the maturity time of the three little crows, and their demand for food is increasing.

The three little crows are waiting to be fed, but the two old crows are becoming more and more unable to support them.

Finally one day, on a day when there was a severe shortage of food, two old crows broke out,

They thought the three little old crows were lazy and didn't want to learn to fly and hunt at all.

They were ruthless and pushed the three little crows out of the nest, hoping that fear would make them spread their wings and soar into the sky.

Yet they miscalculated.

The three little crows spread their wings, but their immature wings could not move and fly.

The three little crows fell to the ground. Fortunately, the wind generated by the waving of their wings delayed their descent speed, which made them barely survive, instead of becoming three dead crows "jumping trees".

At this time, William and Tom came over.

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"Not enough to eat? Then Tom, are you going to feed them?" William asked.

"Yes, Master Zorro," Tom admitted.

"How are you going to feed them? Catch bugs, or..." William asked, pretending not to know what Tom was up to.

"Neither!" Tom denied.

"Then what are you going to do?" William asked again.

"Master Zorro, I plan to kill the horse and feed these poor little crows!" Tom hesitated for a while, then said firmly.

"Tom, are you joking?" William pretended.

"No, Master Zorro, I'm serious." Tom glanced at William with a serious expression, and then cast his eyes on the two horses behind.

"We will soon reach the border and enter the territory of the Principality of Loria! The role of horses is no longer that great! Moreover, these two horses are a hidden danger. If the king finds out, then we will be in danger. "Tom analyzed William.

In fact, only Tom is in danger.

Tom didn't dare to let the king know that he had eaten his white snake meat, but William never showed his ability to listen to the language of animals.

In addition, the unknown secret in the king's heart is doomed that he will not really put his hands on William!

Anyway, just in case, Tom made up his mind to kill these animal spies.

What happened to the little crow just happened at the right time for him.

Even if there is no matter about the little crow, he will do it!

He would have done it long ago!

It's just that William's colleagues now prevent him from making a quick decision.

Circumstances and reason, Tom must seek William's opinion.

William knew in his heart that Tom was right, but he couldn't appear to agree with Tom immediately.

He pondered for a while, showing a hesitant look, and it took a while before he seemed to make up his mind.

"Well, Tom, just do as you say! Hope you don't let me down!"

"Master Zorro, this is the correct decision you made, and any potential problems will be completely wiped out!" Tom swore to William, he pulled out an iron sword from his waist, and walked to his In front of the horses.

With a sound of "嗖", the shadow of the sword flashed.

The iron sword pierced the horse's neck quickly, accurately and ruthlessly.

The brown horse on which Tom was riding gave a long, mournful neigh, and then crashed to the ground.

Tom pulled out the iron sword, and the horse's blood gushed out wildly!

He turned around and saw a black shadow descending from the sky.

It turned out that the action of Tom killing the horse alarmed the black horse next to him, which was the one William was riding.

The black horse's front hooves jumped high, and it was about to kick Tom.

Tom didn't have time to react.

Just then, William moved.

An afterimage appeared on the spot, and the person appeared next to the black horse.

He didn't make any fancy moves either, he just punched the black horse in the head with a flat punch.

"Boom!"

There was only a muffled crashing sound, and the black horse was sent flying horizontally, and landed heavily on the ground, unable to even whine, it died immediately.

William withdrew his arm lightly.

Unscathed, Tom swallowed hard, "Master Zorro..."

He finally understands why King Cross wins over Zorro so much?

This is simply not like the power that humans should have!

Only rumored giants can match it!

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