Fool's old attack is a wolf god

Roy checked the dwarf's breath and found that he had passed out, so he put it aside. The parrot flopped and landed beside the owner, pecked at the other's face, but found no reaction at all, and said anxiously: "He, he he……"

"He's fine, it's just that he was too stimulated." Roy shrugged, suddenly thought of something, and warned in a low voice, "Adolf's matter, if you dare to say a word..."

"I, I, I, I dare not!" The parrot quickly swore, "I won't say it! I won't say it!"

Roy nodded in satisfaction. He walked up to Adolf in a few steps and rubbed the wolf's head casually: "Did you notice anything?"

Adolf rubbed Roy's palm and nodded silently.

"What the hell is that spar?" Roy touched his chin and said suddenly, "The wisteria can move now."

Adolf's paw lightly pressed, and the vine was able to move again. It whizzed and rolled the spar into the deepest part of the vine tree. The dwarf picked it up again.

The little parrot looked anxious, and suddenly mustered up courage. The bird's beak began to peck vigorously at the vines, but it was slapped by the other party, and it was thrown directly to the tree next door.

"Wait," Roy said suddenly, "Honey, go and negotiate with this tree. We helped him get back the spar. There should be some reward, right?"

The purple vine paused, obviously understood what he said, and felt a big wolf slowly walking towards him, howling softly, which made the whole vine tremble.

Roy picked up the dwarf and the parrot and put them aside. He held a cub in one hand and looked around casually.

The wind rustled, but otherwise, it was unbelievably quiet.

Adolf screamed a few more times, and he didn't know how he communicated with a tree. The other party trembled violently, and suddenly shook out a spar, which was as big as a fist, and it was bigger than the one that the little dwarf just got. That one is much bigger.

Adolf nodded in satisfaction, returned to Roy with the spar in his mouth and handed it to him, then plunged into the package placed on the side, dragged out a large shell, and sent the large shell to the Under a tree of wisteria.

The big vine rolled up the big shell, with a half-believing look, and Adolf whined twice before it barely rolled the shell into the vines.

Roy knew that Adolf had made a deal with the wisteria, but he didn't know what kind of magic he had cast on the shell, so that it could be exchanged for such a large spar.

He glanced at the eagle passing by in the sky, packed his bags and picked up the big and small treasures, beckoned Adolf to drag the dwarf and the parrot away, and quickly left here.

Not long after they left, several humans jumped out from the bushes in the west, and one of them said: "That man and his wolf... What's the matter? Can a small shell be exchanged for such a big amethyst?"

"I don't know." One of the people who seemed to be the leader pondered for a moment, "About, go and try." Then he took out a large shell from his pocket and handed it to him.

"Will this work?" The man named Abt stood up reluctantly, "I can't beat the devil vine! Isn't this asking me to die!"

"Go and try!" The leader repeated, looking at the huge wisteria vine, "If it doesn't work, we will follow the plan."

Abt snatched the shell angrily, and strode towards the purple vine, only to see that he chanted some spell on the big vine tree, and the other party stretched out the vines happily, and stretched one of them in front of Abt.

Abt put the shell on the cane, and the other party rolled it up reflexively, as if considering the value of the shell.

A group of people looked at the vine expectantly, and saw that it gradually moved the shell closer to the trunk, and suddenly swung it hard, hitting the human's head straight.

Abt, who was hit, covered his head in pain and squatted down. Before he could react, he was thrown aside by the whip of the demon vine, and smashed at the group of humans.

The people around quickly dodged, Abbott was slammed to the ground, he cried out in pain, the leader saw that this method didn't work, pulled out his sword and waved, only pointing at the devil vine: "Burn the devil vine! The amethyst is ours!"

Hearing this, the purple vines stretched out countless vines and danced madly, always ready to teach this group of lifeless humans a lesson.

The people around the leader looked at each other and formed a circle. After a few short incantations, a fireball the size of a fist appeared among them.

The fireball continued to burn crackling, slowly rose and floated in the air, and then grew bigger and bigger, and quickly grew into a huge fireball with a diameter comparable to the height of three people.

With a wave of the leader's sword tip, the fireball roared towards the wisteria vines with enough heat to burn everything.

The vines all over the purple vine froze, and shrank back in fear, but at the next moment, it seemed to think of something, but panickedly pulled out an insignificant shell from the center of the vine, and held it straight towards the fireball.

"What is it doing?" A certain magician standing by couldn't believe it. He laughed unceremoniously, "Using a shell as a shield? It's ridiculous!"

The wisteria was also aware of this, and at the second before the shell came into contact with the fireball, it cut off the vine to survive and wisely avoided getting burned.

The falling shells were engulfed by the fireball in the blink of an eye, but in the next moment, a thick smoke suddenly appeared in the fireball, a strange creaking sound was heard, and a stream of water suddenly gushed out, dousing the entire fireball and leaving behind Half-burnt grilled fish.

Everyone: "..."

The purple vine reacted first, stretched out the vine as fast as lightning and rolled it hard, and the big shell was tightly entangled by the vine. At this time, the vine tree was full of happiness, holding the life-saving weapon, and was about to It swayed vigorously towards human beings in a swaggering manner.

All the vines swayed from side to side, like a wonderful seaweed dance, and a few vines were held together two by two, shaking vigorously to create waves. If it weren't for being unable to move around freely, this big vine tree might be able to climb Get up and dance to the provocative twisting of humans.

"...What's the matter with this devil vine?" Abt lay on the ground for a while, and was dumbfounded watching the purple vine dancing happily. "Is it crazy?"

"...that shell?" someone said through gritted teeth, "the devil vine can put out the fire, so we won't be able to get the amethyst... Captain, what should we do?"

The leader frowned and thought for a while before making a decision: "Where's the magician who was with the wolf just now? He's alone, let's grab him!"

Someone hesitated: "But there is that annoying alchemist beside that person?"

"Alchemists don't know magic," the leader said. "With so many magisters in our regiment, how can we not defeat a magician and an alchemist?"

As the sun gradually set, Adolf took the sheep back from the original anchorage, caught a few more prey along the way, and successfully found a hidden cave.

Throwing the fainted dwarf aside, they settled down for the time being, and Roy started to cook the fire and set up the pot.

"Thank you dear," Roy said, "If humans know that a wolf will turn into a human, it will probably cause panic."

"I know," Adolf the Great Wolf said out loud, "Can I change back now? I kind of want to change back."

"...We don't know if this dwarf will reveal the secret." Roy looked at Adolf's pitiful appearance and sighed. "Well, I guess you must know the magic that can make people unable to tell the secret."

Adolf's eyes lit up, he turned into a human and wrapped himself in a beast robe, and helped Roy, while keeping the cubs from running around.

The cubs are surrounding the parrot, watching the little bird's movements curiously.

The parrot tilted its head languidly, and stuck its head into the dwarf's neckline, trying to listen to the owner's heartbeat. Its small head rose and fell with the dwarf's chest, and said guiltily: "Wake up, wake up, my master .I shouldn't have run away, I shouldn't have run away!"

The cubs watched the one-sided interaction between one bird and one person curiously, and imitated the parrot's movements, and began to shout while listening to the dwarf's chest, and followed the parrot's tongue: "Wake up, wake up! Run, run!"

Benson saw that the guy a little taller than him was still awake, and felt a little anxious, and began to push the little dwarf with his hands: "Wake up! Wake up!"

Blaise looked at his brother and learned to push him: "Wake up! Wake up!"

Antoine was eating roast chicken in his sleep, when he suddenly felt his body shaking, it must be Ivan's dead bird waking him up again.

Impatiently, he stretched out his hand and swung the bird away, but he didn't want to increase the strength on his body. He opened his eyes angrily: "Ivan! Are you annoying! Don't disturb me to eat roast chicken!"

When An Tuowan opened his eyes and saw his dead bird, the guy actually wept and yelled: "Master!"

As soon as the dead bird finished shouting, it started to peck his face annoyingly, and said some inexplicable words: "I shouldn't run away! I shouldn't run away!"

Antoine wondered what kind of trouble this broken bird had caused, and in a flash, the memory of today suddenly flooded into his mind——

After he stunned the devil vine with miasma, he sneaked into the devil vine and picked up an amethyst. As a result, the broken bird that gave him a lookout suddenly yelled at its master, and the awakened devil vine instantly hung itself When he got up, he put the amethyst in his mouth in desperation, and when he was tossed to death, he watched his dead bird flee in a hurry, and then...

Antoine's face darkened, and he picked up Ivan and plucked the dead bird's butt hair: "Dead bird! You actually led someone to ruin my good deed! I almost succeeded! If it weren't for you! I would have done it earlier! Just go home and go to refine gold!"

The more he talked, the more angry he became, and he gnashed his teeth and pulled out another hair on Ivan's ass.

The parrot screamed in pain, flapping its wings vigorously but refused to fly away: "Don't pull it out! Don't pull it out! I'm here to save you! I'm here to save you!"