Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 592: Fairy Tale Little Red Riding Hood? No, it’s the fairy tale wolf grandmother!

The blood moon slowly rises.

Deep in the vast forest, there was no village, no people, no fields or farms, only a small house built under three oak trees.

Wild grass grew in many places on the ground, and half of the wall was covered with ivy.

Only the faint orange light in the house slightly dispelled the eerie atmosphere in the dark forest under the blood moon. It was like a harbor in a storm, exuding a rare warmth, tranquility and peace.

It is also the only light in this forest.

"Look, there's a light over there."

"Really? That's great! I can finally find someone to ask for directions."

There was a sudden noise in the quiet night.

A slave-hunting team of seven or eight people ran out of the woods carrying nets, slings, crossbows, flintlock rifles and other equipment. They were overjoyed when they saw the cabin in the woods.

The middle-aged leader also breathed a sigh of relief:

"It was because we were chasing that escaped slave that we got lost in the forest and accidentally entered this forbidden area that was repeatedly prohibited from entering.

After we find someone to ask for directions, we have to get out as soon as possible and not bother with that bastard who caused such a disaster, injured people and ran away.

With the strict order from the wizard, Mr. Smith, the steward of the manor, should be able to understand our difficulties in losing the fugitive slave, right? "

But as he spoke, he finally became a little uncertain himself.

The others all looked very strange, and answered the question for the leader in their minds:
"It should, it may, it is highly likely that it is not possible.

after all
Last night, I was so excited that my wife would give birth to a child for me, either a daughter or a son, but when I held her in my arms, she turned out to be pitch black? ! !

It was so dark that I almost couldn't find it even with a whale oil lamp.

Mrs. Smith also argued that she ate too much chocolate and coffee and accidentally got the dye.

Please, the Black Iron Tribe in the southern part of the continent have been slaves for thousands of years. Your legitimate reason is almost becoming a joke, okay?
Oh, yes, everyone is proud of being illiterate and not reading, and Mrs. Smith may not even know that this reason has been given many times by other women. "

Everyone in the group felt extremely sympathetic towards Mr. Smith's plight and extremely hateful towards the fugitive slave.

There were not many women in the manor. Although Mrs. Smith had a thick waist, a strong back, and a loud voice, she was still a woman after all.

Even a few of us... cough cough.

He coughed twice and then automatically skipped this sad topic.

Together they walked silently towards the lighted cottage.

The forest under the blood moon seems dangerous, but it is not safe at all.

If they hadn't accidentally gotten lost during the day, they would have returned by mid-afternoon at the latest.

As mortals, they only knew that the wilderness was dangerous, but they never knew how dangerous it was or what the dangers were.

Because once you know too much, there is a high probability that you will really encounter it, and then you will never be able to come back.

A young man in the team had a hint of yearning in his eyes and suddenly asked his companions:

"Boss, do you think there are really wizards in this world?"

The Eastern Continent strictly implements the policy of separation of extraordinary people.

Wizards, monsters, supernatural beings, etc. are all secrets that only a small number of people know, and most people will never come into contact with them in their lifetime.

Even for an external mortal organization like them that was responsible for supporting the wizarding school, they could only hear a little bit about it from hearsay and had never seen a real person in the flesh.

Thanks to the "fool's limit" where they know nothing, all kinds of evil things don't find them so easily.

Even when they looked up at the sky, they did not see the face of Lilith, the Mother of Creation, on the moon. Instead, they saw only a normal-looking blood-red crescent moon.

Yes, that's normal.

The moon has been like that since their grandfather's grandfather was born, and they never thought there was anything strange about the bloody moon.

The leader was obviously more cautious, always remembering the taboos and rules that needed to be followed. He did not casually reveal his "knowledge" to the team members, but only said meaningfully:
"Maybe."

In fact, he had personally received a female wizard who looked quite old a year ago.

Although she didn't know what level of power the other party had, she saw with her own eyes that Mr. Smith in the manor was very respectful to her and responded to her every request.

In the end, he acted as a guide and personally led the old woman into the forest.

Halfway through the journey, I seemed to hear the other party muttering to himself while checking the terrain:
"On one side is the turbulent sea currents formed by the Skeleton Coast, and on the other side is the new base that the school has just opened. There is also a second-level world rift nearby.

Even if I lose the battle, it shouldn’t affect others.”

But after listening, he had no idea what the other person meant.

After leaving the other party alone in the forest and returning to the manor to report, this place was designated as a restricted area and no one was allowed to approach. More than a year has passed since then.

The East Continent is full of vitality and the terrain changes too quickly. After not having been here for more than a year, he, the former guide, doesn’t even recognize the way.

Now I just want to ask for directions and leave here as quickly as possible to avoid angering the upper management.

dong dong dong.
After a slight hesitation, he went forward and knocked on the door.

But the door seemed not to be closed properly. It creaked open by itself with just a slight touch.

The leader scratched his head and had to lead everyone into the house.

I saw an old lady with silver hair lying on the bed. She was probably sick and covered herself tightly.

"Excuse me, old lady."

When he stepped forward and saw the other person's face clearly, his eyes suddenly widened.

"you are."

The lights went out automatically and the door slammed shut.

A "crunching" chewing sound came from the dark house.

Not long after, the lights came back on, and a burly figure appeared through the glass window. He was slightly hunched at first, but then gradually became taller.

The voice was kind and gentle:
"Why hasn't my good little Red Riding Hood come yet? Is she playing around somewhere again?
Six wolves, 1382 people, almost recovered, just one last meal left, we have to wait for the good little Red Riding Hood to come."

Under the night sky, the cottage is brightly lit, as warm, peaceful and harmonious as ever.

A little earlier in time.

Britney, a girl wearing a red hood and shawl, was carrying a basket and running like a deer in the darkening woods.

She has fair skin, delicate eyebrows and eyes, and a strand of silver-gray hair hanging down from her forehead. She looks only fifteen or sixteen years old, but has grown into a little beauty.

She appears to be a human girl without any supernatural powers, but she is very agile.

Just now, one of her boots fell off in a panic, but it didn't affect her steps at all.

He looked around the forest with a somewhat alert expression, as if he was on guard against something catching up with him in the darkness. A trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes:
"Today I promised my mother to send bread and wine to my sick grandmother, but I accidentally forgot the time while playing in the forest.

Now that the sun has gone down, those scary big bad wolves are about to come out again.

As for those outsiders who just came by boat.
I don't know why, but there are always two voices in my head. One of them wants them to go ashore and go with me to find my grandmother who lives under the three oak trees.

Another voice wanted them to stay away from here and not come near.

The noise was so loud that my head started to hurt.

However, they looked just like those foreigners who had encountered shipwrecks and whose ships sank before. They all refused to listen to advice and wanted to go ashore to build a bridgehead. Later."

It seemed that he had some difficulty remembering other outsiders, and he couldn't help but frowned:

"Where did they go afterwards? Why can't I remember?"

She subconsciously felt that this matter was very important to her. She seemed to have forgotten many very important and urgent things, and she couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

While he was deep in thought, he didn't notice that a motionless escaped slave of the Black Iron tribe was hiding behind a huge dandelion beside the forest path.

The look he gave her was full of greed and undisguised burning lust.

"Good luck."

He took advantage of the cover of night to escape from a nearby estate ruled by outsiders from the north, and into the forest that the administrator had repeatedly warned was off-limits, shaking off the hunters and pursuers behind him.

I didn't expect that such a beautiful girl lived here, and my saliva instantly flowed out.

On this continent, the Black Iron Tribe has a very long history of being used as slaves, and the treatment they receive when captured by different tribes is also different.

Some people would be sent to the palace to serve the powerful after being castrated, just like the big orange man with the bells removed, they would be more docile and obedient.

Some were lucky enough to escape the knife and were sent to work as coolies in plantations and mines, where they lived no more than five years on average.

He is certainly the latter.

If there is no hope for the rest of your life, there is no point in running away.

In the shadows, a trace of gloom flashed across the fugitive's face, whose facial features were completely indistinguishable:
"If I hadn't been discovered by that Smith, I could have lived comfortably in the manor by relying on my ability to please the lady. Why would I need to run away?

I learned from the lady that there might be a powerful female wizard living here.

Although I am a little older, you should still find it hard to resist my unique skills.

When I learn witchcraft, I will make you my slaves!"

Although they escaped all the way, they did not find any villages or houses. There was only a lonely girl, which seemed a little strange.

But since I have met such a beauty, there is absolutely no reason to let her go.

Six steps, five steps, four steps.
Just as the fugitive was about to pounce on Britney, he suddenly felt something blowing towards him from the back of his neck.

Then two hands were placed on his shoulders.

His body suddenly froze and he could only watch the girl pass by.

He relied on his racial talent to escape at night, and naturally knew the huge risks under the blood moon, but he still had something to rely on.

That is, he doesn't even know how to read or write his own name, and other than the wizards living here, he doesn't know any secrets of the supernatural world.

Build an absolute defensive "Fool's Line".

Unless you are extremely unlucky, you won't have any contact with that dangerous world.

In this situation of extreme lack of knowledge, he naturally had never heard of the saying: "When a wolf puts his arm around your shoulder, don't look back."

In horror, he turned around and was bitten on the neck by a big wolf that was taller than a human when standing.

"Crack!"

Hearing the unusual noise, Britney, who had already run over, discovered the escaped slave and the huge wild wolf, which had also blended into the night with blood dripping from the corner of its mouth.

The wolf stared at her with its dark green eyes that were slightly golden, without any emotion, but it neither pounced on her nor ate the fugitive lying on the ground. The girl did not hesitate and continued to run along the forest path, thinking back to her mother's words:

"As long as you follow the paths in the woods and don't sneak outside to pick flowers, you'll be fine."

But she looked at the path under her feet, which seemed to have not been walked on for a long time. Most of it was swallowed up by moss and weeds. She was afraid that it would completely disappear in the mountains and forests in a short time.

"Also, I bring bread to grandma every day. I remember there were seven wolves in this forest, but one of them is missing every now and then.

When I saw them yesterday, there were two of them, but now there is only one left."

She instinctively felt that something was strange.

It seemed that the whereabouts of the outsiders, the gradually deserted path, the grandmother who had been ill for a long time, and the dwindling number of wolves were all very important to him.

There was only a runaway slave who died on the roadside. Well, that didn't matter. She didn't feel any ripples in her heart.

Soon, the girl didn't meet anyone on the road and quickly came to the door of the only lighted cottage in the night.

Just as I was about to knock on the door, I found that it was not closed and there was a gap.

Britney instantly thought of the wolves that had disappeared recently, and thought her grandmother was in danger, so she quickly pushed the door and walked in.

I saw my sick grandmother lying on the bed, covering herself tightly.

While heaving a sigh of relief, he stepped forward and said with concern:
"Grandma, are you all right? I brought you some bread and wine."

The old woman under the quilt made the same sound as usual:

"I'm fine. I'm just a little hungry, dear."

But Little Red Riding Hood Britney noticed something unusual about her grandmother's body exposed outside the quilt, and wondered:
"Grandma, why are your ears so big?"

A voice came from under the quilt: "To listen to you better, dear."

"But grandma, why are your eyes so big?" Little Red Riding Hood asked again.

"To see you more clearly, dear."

"Grandma, why are your hands so big?"

"I can hold you better, dear."

"Grandma, why is your mouth so scary?"

The voice in Britney's heart that warned her sounded again, and after she discovered a series of abnormalities, she instinctively wanted to stay away from here and retreat step by step.

At this time, the grandmother under the quilt smiled:

"Of course, it's to eat you up in one bite, dear!"

The quilt was torn to pieces in an instant.

A black shadow came rushing over with a bloody wind.

The person in front of him was not a kind-looking old woman at all, but a burly werewolf over two meters tall!

Britney, who had already retreated to the door, couldn't help but scream:

"what--!"

At this moment, a dark shadow suddenly pounced towards her from behind.

It turned out to be the big bad wolf that I met on the road earlier.

But the wild wolf with pale gold in its eyes did not attack Little Red Riding Hood. Instead, it rushed towards the werewolf without hesitation.

Bang!
However, he was easily knocked to the ground by his "grandmother" with a slap, and could not get up again. It was obvious that he was no match for her.

Little Red Riding Hood took the opportunity to go out the door, but accidentally fell and rolled to the open space in front of the door, looking extremely embarrassed.

"Grandma" bent over and walked out of the room, pinched the wolf's head, lifted it up, looked into its golden eyes, and sneered:

"No one can stop me now, including you. My stupid god-side!

I have consumed six of the seven levels of divinity, which have helped me fully recover my strength. Are you still not giving up?"

Then he looked at his "granddaughter" Little Red Riding Hood on the ground, with a ferocious smile on his face:

"I have to thank you for this, my dear, no, it's my human side!

This fairy tale of "Grandma Wolf" has to be performed every day for a whole year, and I am almost sick of it.

Fortunately, there is someone to eat every now and then, allowing my body that was injured by you to recover quickly.

If you hadn't come forward to dissuade those sailors from the Old World from leaving, they might not have found my cabin and become food for me to increase my strength.

Don't you want to die with me?
Unfortunately, I was the final winner!

Britney, after I took a bite of your brain, have you forgotten everything? Hahaha."

Little Red Riding Hood, who was still desperately backing away to create some distance, froze when she heard this.

Snapped!
It seemed like certain key words broke through the barrier of memory, and the puzzles that had been puzzling me before finally got answers.

A sharp light appeared in his terrified eyes, and he glared at the other party:

"You are not my animal side at all. You are the monster that walked out of a fairy tale and took over my body and animal side!"

At this time, Little Red Riding Hood, or Britney, the fourth-level female wizard of the Fairy Tale School, finally remembered everything.

She came to this uninhabited place near the Skeleton Coast to complete the promotion ceremony and "become a fairy tale."

But this solitary witch was obviously unlucky and was defeated miserably.

The revived fairy tale also suffered a severe blow and failed to directly replace "Little Red Riding Hood" Britney to become a fifth-level pseudo-god. It could only settle for the second best and occupy her body and animality.

Its own system collapsed, and the cracks in its body and the world under the three oak trees reacted with each other, forming the current Wolf Grandma Secret Realm.

Once you enter the secret realm, it is impossible to get out alive.

Little Red Riding Hood, representing humanity, and the seven wolves, representing divinity, escaped from their original bodies but were completely lost in this fairy tale.

The experience of Little Red Riding Hood is repeated over and over again.

The wolf represents her "divine side" and is an ally of humanity. It will spontaneously protect her, so it only killed the escaped slave and did not eat anyone.

But Britney herself had long forgotten this.

Not only do they reject each other, they never even think about reintegrating.

Also, because of the continuous influx of adventurers from the Old World in the past year, they have appeared frequently and inadvertently led outsiders to this secret realm, and all of them have become food for "Grandma Wolf".

If she had remembered it at the beginning, maybe there was a glimmer of hope and she could turn defeat into victory. But now the strength is increasing and decreasing, and even she is going to be eaten.

Once devoured by the knowledge that comes from life, the beautiful fairy tales that originally circulated in the world to create a warm childhood for children will become bloody, violent, cruel, and even dark fairy tales that are banned for people under 18.

Even the future nightmare of countless people.

In fact, many bizarre things on the mainland are caused by promotion accidents from various universities.

It's too late.

"Grandma" swallowed the last big bad wolf in one gulp, then grabbed "Little Red Riding Hood" on the ground and was about to stuff it into her mouth.

"stop--!"

A loud shout was heard, and the sound seemed to be far away in the sky one second ago, and it came close the next second.

The taboos under the blood moon are the sorrow of mankind, but the gluttonous carnival of the night demons.

[Bat Transformation] Thousands of bats pounced on "Grandma Wolf" together, wanting to suck her blood instantly, but surprisingly they passed through her body without causing any harm to her.

This is the reason why outsiders cannot interfere.

Before the outcome is decided, the fairy tale is between reality and fantasy. As long as it wants, humans in the material world cannot hurt it in the slightest.

"Another ignorant idiot!"

Grandma Wolf sneered, and swallowed Little Red Riding Hood without hesitation, in front of Bruch and Gus's bloodshot eyes.

In the Corridor of Truth, all kinds of weird, evil, and resurrected knowledge are the mainstream and are the real masters of the continent.

When there are too many mice, the cats will be eaten.

Even if the Night Watch came here, they would be the ones to be wiped out.

Even wizards who use all their strength to maintain the balance between divinity and animality in their bodies and protect their tribes may become food for all kinds of strange creatures at any time.

As soon as they landed on the Corridor of Truth, they learned a bloody lesson.

“Someone from a school of thought is actually holding a ceremony here?!”

Hathaway, who followed closely behind as a member of the "Fairy Tale School", naturally saw the scene clearly and guessed the cause and effect.

“I have been in the Dragon King’s Court for twenty years and have long lost contact with the school.

Could it be that there is another branch of the Storybrooke School at the end of the Second Gyre? Is this one of them?
Furthermore, those who are qualified to hold the 'Becoming a Fairy Tale' ceremony must at least be a seat wizard, with a high status in the school.

Even though the Storybrooke School has been passed down for thousands of years, the number of high-sequence upper wizards who have existed at the same time has never exceeded single digits since the school was founded.

Living in a place like the Corridor of Truth, dying of old age is an incredible luxury.

The Golden Deer happened to come here, probably because we were attracted to each other due to our similar paths.

Was her ritual a complete failure?"

Having witnessed the tragic fate of her fellow human beings, Hathaway's face turned pale, and she couldn't help but hug Byron's strong arms tightly, as if this could help her gain more sense of security from her son.

at this time.

Perhaps influenced by the failed "becoming a fairy tale" ritual of "Little Red Riding Hood", Hathaway's "Alice's Pillow Book of Fairy Tales" was also accidentally inspired.

With a "rustling" sound, the pages turned, and the page with "The Little Mermaid" flashed with light. The sound of huge waves filled the forest.

The aura projected into the sky revealed a twisted, dark fairy tale.

The first sentence of the opening is:
"Deep, deep under the sea, there is a magnificent castle, in which live six mermaid princesses, all of whom are very beautiful.

Legend has it that eating mermaid flesh can make one immortal, and every prince on land covets their flesh and blood."

A mermaid, whose temperament and appearance are almost exactly the same as Hathaway's, except for slight differences in hair and lip color, and completely different temperament, jumped out from the waves, swinging her long tail.

Behind her was a handsome prince in a suit, holding a knife and fork. He looked about four or five percent like Byron and was obviously her father, Prince of Thorenberg, when he was young.

He showed the knife and fork in his hand, and showed Hathaway his white teeth:
“The most important thing in life is timing!
My beautiful princess, come back to the castle with me and let’s learn how to be a good person together.”

But what greeted them was
"Gear 1: Magnetic field overload, giant spirit beats the drum! Die--!"

(End of this chapter)