A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Gradually, Rogge felt his skin sting like needles, and invisible pressure surged toward him like a tide.

The surrounding air became extremely hot, and the wooden house seemed to be enveloped in the red light from the oven. The light penetrated through the eyelids and flickered in Rogge's pupils.

The smell of meat, accompanied by the sound of biting, was like an invisible claw, teasing his sense of smell and tempting him towards Baba Yaga. The old witch's fingers gently touched the edge of the crucible, and circles of green ripples spread from the center, like poison spreading in water.

In his consciousness, green flames rushed towards him like ghosts. The flames seemed to have their own consciousness, jumping and twisting, as if they wanted to devour him. His subconscious kept sending out terrifying warnings, telling himself the danger of the flames.

In this illusory flame, Rogge saw the hands and feet of countless babies and little boys. Their heads were stacked on top of each other, devouring each other, and constantly bursting...

The tongues of fire became more ferocious as they roared silently, as if they were going to devour everything. Finally, it explodes into flames and the cycle repeats.

Rogge tried to control his mental power and drive the flames away. However, the black and purple spiritual sea seemed like a pool of stagnant water, indifferent, and could only passively welcome the arrival of the fire.

At this moment, he truly realized that Baba Yaga had launched a spiritual attack on him. The smell of meat, the sound of bites, the green flames, everything was just an illusion. Maybe even the scenes he had seen were fake.

Rogge had a premonition in his heart that if he was ignited by this green flame, his body would really be cooked. However, he cannot mobilize his spiritual powers at will like Baba Yaga, and can even transform them. He could only struggle alone in this terrifying flame.

The deep ocean quietly welcomed the arrival of the flames, and with a bang, an oily green flame rose up on the sea. Rogge couldn't help but groan, his skin instantly turned red, as if penetrated by the heat of the flames.

The Chicken Leg Wooden House seemed to sense the smell of some kind of food, and it swayed happily, as if celebrating the upcoming feast.

The black cat hiding on the wooden beam had sharp golden light in its eyes. It stared viciously at the child in the corner, its greedy eyes locked on Roger. Its claws were revealed subconsciously, ready to take away its favorite meat at any time.

The long ears in the cage also jumped over to watch, and the voice in its heart was excited and malicious: "This hateful little wizard is finally going to be made into broth by Granny Baba Yaga! I wonder how the wizard's lettuce tastes? ?”

Its three-petal mouth squirmed, its eyes greedily staring at Rogge's spine. If the old house hadn't burned down, a complete spine would have turned into crisp, tender and delicious lettuce in just one day if placed in a wooden basket.

But now, the new house needs more flesh and blood to mature, and it may be decades before the wooden basket grows. It can only use its front teeth to bite off the spine one by one and enjoy this rare delicacy.

Almost everything in the room was trembling greedily. They had regarded Rogge as a delicious snack, waiting to devour him at the next moment. They even have specific distribution plans with each other, and they can all find their favorite parts. These guys can also eat as much as they want while there are no new residents in the cabin.

Everything is waiting for Rogge to fall. They seem to be holding knives and forks, waiting for the food to come out of the oven.

However, Baba Yaga is equally miserable as a culinary chef. She didn't mean to attack Ivan with her spiritual flames.

Her rules were sacrosanct: only those children who did not do their chores satisfactorily would be thrown into the crucible, mashed, and boiled.

But, she is so hungry!

The wooden house is her energy store, like a camel's hump, which stores food for herself. She originally hid some "fine snacks" in the box under the bed. They were her little secrets, her treasures.

However, a fire wiped out her food reserves, leaving her with only a bowl of mushroom soup to soothe her hunger.

"I'm so hungry!" Baba Yaga painfully shaved off the last bit of flesh on his hand bones, pulled out the blood tendons, and used the bones to grind his teeth to alleviate the feeling of hunger.

Her eyes were green, staring at Rogge, and her long pointed nose twitched, revealing her desire.

"Ivan is a good boy!" Baba Yaga repeated in her mind, "But my mother-in-law is so hungry!"

She tried to comfort herself by implying that she wasn't breaking the rules. After all, she didn't throw Ivan into the boiling crucible. She fell into a frantic state just because of hunger, and her mental fluctuations were unstable, which accidentally affected the children in the house.

However, rules are rules and cannot be questioned.

Once she tramples on the sacred rules, she must bear the price of violation.

That mellow and slightly spicy palm was actually her right foot. She bit off her ankles frantically, sharing the delicious taste of braised pork in Rogge's memory.

Baba Yaga enjoyed it very much. She didn't know what kind of seasonings could be used to cook such attractive pieces of meat.

The scorching flames continued to burn Rogge's body, and Baba Yaga was also devoured by the flames. She was betting that her steel-like body would be able to defeat the child in front of her.

"Good Ivan, my mother-in-law is really sorry." She subconsciously reached out to touch her hair, but only touched her bare skull, "Oh, I forgot to wear my hair."

She tried to pick the scalp off the wall. Ivan would definitely not be able to do housework tomorrow.

As soon as Baba Yaga stretched out his hand, his whole body suddenly became hot. Her iron teeth and copper teeth were chattering, and her dry face was covered with blisters.

"How is that possible?" She turned to look at Ivan. The little boy was red and sweating profusely, with white steam rising from his head.

In the battle on the spiritual level, the oil-green flame does have an advantage due to its agility. However, Rogge's spiritual power was extremely deep. Although the flames burned blazingly for a long time, his spiritual level only dropped slightly.

This mental struggle manifested itself in the outside world as Rogge felt unbearably hot, but did not suffer any substantial burns.

He felt like a child playing under the bright sunshine in early spring. Because he had just passed the harsh winter, his mother forced him to wear a down jacket, snow boots, cotton hat and cotton trousers, and his whole body was dripping with sweat.

Baba Yaga finally realized something was wrong with Ivan. She couldn't believe that a little boy's mental power could surpass hers.

"You..." Just as she was about to speak, her neck suddenly lost strength, like a deflated balloon, and sank instantly.

From this moment on, Baba Yaga's body underwent astonishing changes.

Her skin began to crack, like pottery shattered by fire. Sparks began to appear in her eyes, like two small stoves burning. Her lower limbs began to melt, like newly molten asphalt, a thick and heavy pile.

"Meow!" The black cat witnessed the changes in Baba Yaga's body and let out a shrill scream. It jumped out of the window in panic and disappeared into the darkness.

Long Ears had nowhere to escape in the cage and could only hold his head and tremble. It prayed to the God of Light for protection in its heart: "Don't let me fall into that vicious... No, that kind boy will definitely not make me into a spicy rabbit head."

Baba Yaga breaks her own rules, whether driven by hunger or simply wanting to risk being full, and she is heading towards death.

Her body gradually lost its human shape in the face of irresistible rules, as if it was being melted by an invisible furnace. The skin is like corroded paper, peeling off bit by bit; the flesh is like boiled asphalt, slowly melting. Eventually it flowed onto the cold floor, gathering into a puddle of viscous liquid.

The skeletons that had supported her through countless years began to loosen, making a tooth-piercing friction sound. They were like lifeless machines, scattered into parts all over the floor, inserted into the pool of flesh and blood asphalt.

Bang!

Suddenly, a crisp sound broke the darkness. Those were Baba Yaga's steel gums. It came out of its bones and rolled onto the worn floor, finally coming to rest at the foot of the cauldron.

Her skull revealed three dark holes, containing the cavities of death. It slowly turns yellow and black, as if playing a time-lapse video, recording every moment of death.

At the end, the surviving scalp gently fell down, and the skull was covered with the final chapter of death with withered hair.

The green flame of the spiritual world suddenly lost its fuel at the moment it reached its most intense intensity. It suddenly dissipated and turned into thousands of sparks, scattering below.

Immediately, thick dark clouds appeared on the sea. Rogge subconsciously thought of thunder and lightning, and it rubbed purple lightning.

Then, a hearty rain came, dissipating the remaining heat wave and washing away the traces of Baba Yaga. Roger's body temperature dropped rapidly and returned to normal.

"Baba Yaga is a good person, a good witch who dares to sacrifice herself." Rogge spoke highly of the remnants on the ground. "She never suffers from mental exhaustion, but sacrifices herself to provide power for the future of others. The wax torch turns to ashes before the tears dry up!"

Rogge's exclamation was sincere. He did not tease the other party, nor did he ridicule him at all. He believed from the bottom of his heart that Baba Yaga used his own death to provide thermal power for his silent spiritual sea.

The sea, a pool of stagnant water, finally started a cycle and glowed with vitality. Now, Rogge no longer needs to rely on Bathsheda's resonance, and his mental power can operate on its own and strengthen itself.

That kind of surging motivation is like an inexhaustible source, which is refined every minute and every second. It becomes purer and more powerful.

Rogge even felt that like Baba Yaga, he could use this power to affect everything around him.

Not only can he now sense the attitudes and emotions of others, he can also subtly influence their view of him and improve their favorable impression of him.

This is the charm that comes from the spirit, which makes Rogge very excited.

Baba Yaga's wooden house decayed rapidly after her death, as if its vitality had also disappeared. The two black chicken feet below are rapidly becoming lignified and must be integrated into this process.

Seeing that he was about to leave, the long-eared rabbit in the cage suddenly jumped and made a rapid sound. It looked at him with its pleading eyes, as if saying silently: "Great Ivan, please save me! "

"Hey, are you begging me?" Rogge lifted up the cage and said with a smile, "Let me see your attitude." The rabbit couldn't speak, so he had to kneel in the cage and keep grabbing the ground with his head to express his plea.

"Okay, since you begged me sincerely, then I will show mercy and save you once." Rogge said slightly jokingly, but his movements were extremely fast.

He glanced at the collapsed roof, and then immediately jumped outside, "To prevent the raw materials from being crushed, to ensure the freshness of the raw materials."

"Rabbit, you now have a chance to let me let you live." He said and unsealed the throat.

Long Ears felt that he could speak, and immediately began to sing flatteringly: "Oh, the great and benevolent God of Light, the messenger you sent ended the old witch's sins."

It was obviously very smart. It did not choose to directly praise the little wizard in front of it, but cleverly said that he was the messenger of the God of Light. This kind of flattery not only avoids direct flattery, but also improves Rogge's status. After all, being the chosen one is such an honor.

"You must not be able to understand Baba Yaga's viciousness, how she throws innocent, lost little boys into the crucible and boils them to death..." Rabbit continued, trying to impress Roger with his words.

However, Rogge suddenly interrupted it and asked: "Haven't you eaten it?"

"I'm a rabbit, and I'm a vegetarian!" Long Ears said decisively, but the little wizard looked at it with a look full of teasing and amusement.

Rogge let out a teasing smile, not believing that it was as innocent as he said.

Its ears drooped and it quickly defended itself: "Really, I can explain it. I have nothing to do with this old witch."

"Haha, it doesn't matter?" Rogge raised the cage in front of his eyes and said teasingly: "During the day, didn't you still want to complain to Baba Yaga?"

Rabbit lowered his head. His little plan was actually seen through. He didn't know how to explain it for a while.

I really thought about it, let my mother-in-law... Bah, let the ugly old witch know Ivan's extraordinary.

"I...I became mute, didn't I?" Rabbit muttered in a wronged tone, trying to justify his silence, "I didn't say a word, did I?"

"Oh?" Rogge stared at its cunning eyes and asked, "So, were those children tempted by you to escape in the past? What happened to them?"

"Ivan, I..." Rabbit was about to defend, but Rogge didn't give it a chance.

"There are people in the house who eat meat, and you are the only one who is vegetarian. Do you think I believe you?"

"But...but I really only eat lettuce." Rabbit yelled immediately, but his eyes were secretly dodging.

It tried its best to make its words sound sincere: "I was coerced. I am a prisoner, yes, a prisoner locked in a cage by the old witch! You saw it too!"

As if it had found evidence to prove its innocence, it immediately became energetic and its ears became twitchy.

While they were talking, the tall wooden house had turned into a tree trunk, with two crossed wooden sticks supporting it underneath. This unique coffin is very strange, and it is surrounded by a broken bone fence. Baba Yaga's bones live inside, and her hair is floating outside in the wind, looking extremely weird.

The rabbit turned his head and shouted in a firm tone: "I am sworn in with sin!"

"Ha, that sounds really nice." The corners of Rogge's mouth raised slightly, obviously not believing what he said.

He tried to destroy everything in front of him, but the fence was like the diamond circle drawn by Sun Wukong. No matter what method he used, even the powerful fireball technique was completely blocked.

Seeing this, the rabbit immediately introduced: "The old witch cannot be killed. She is the oldest chosen god in this land, and she is an existence that can communicate with the gods of nature." There was a hint of awe in its tone.

"Her child betrayed her, and the body was thrown into the depths of the forest. Chicken feet have the power from the earth, and tree trunks are the shelter of the forest. The fence is not bones, but the faith of believers after they set themselves on fire." Rabbit continued to explain, trying to explain. Let Roger give up.

Seeing that Rogge was still trying, it could only explain further: "If you want to completely eliminate Baba Yaga, you must level all the mountains in this land and cut down all the trees. Of course, you must also burn all the believers of the natural god."

"Give up, it's impossible." There was a hint of disdain in its eyes, and its tone was also slightly contemptuous: "The missionary wizards in Eastern Rome couldn't do it! You, a little wizard, can't even do it!"

"At first, they wanted to use firebirds to burn down the entire forest and remove the forest's protection from the old witch. What happened in the end? Not only were they killed, but the bird was also taken away by Baba Yaga." Rabbit said with a hint of tone. A trace of ridicule seemed to be mocking those missionary wizards who did not know their own abilities.

"That gray bird?" Rogge put down his wand and suddenly asked: "Then who are you? Eastern Rome is thousands of years ago. It seems that you have been with Baba Yaga for a long time."

Facing Rogge's sharp eyes, Rabbit couldn't help but panic. It seemed too smug and accidentally revealed something it shouldn't have said. A pair of eyes darted around, seeming to be avoiding Rogge's questioning.

"Perhaps, I should chop off your legs and make them into lucky charms." Rogge pulled out a dagger from his waist and threatened: "There are not many rabbits that can talk and live for such a long time."

"You will definitely bring great luck." There was a naked threat in his calm tone.

"I say, I say everything!" Long-ears was slightly intimidated by Rogge, and his timidity was immediately exposed. "The gray bird is the firebird, which was turned into an egg by Kashchei. Kashchei relied on it to become an immortal."