Mage Joan

When Casio, the ogre poet, finished playing the welcome poem, half of the roasted whole pig in front of Shrek was rare for the greedy ogre. Sharman is now convinced that Shrek is really in his heart. Loss of appetite.

Shrek grabbed the glass and drank it, staring at Sharman for the first time.

"Uninvited visitors, report your origins."

"The shaman Shaman, from the ‘Nosehead Jungle’ in the north of the Eifen River, pays tribute to you on behalf of the ‘Conquest Church’.” Shaman bowed slightly.

"I accept your tribute, Sharman from the north, and now tell me why you and your army came, whether it is Shrek's friend or enemy."

"Dear King, of course we are here to win your friendship." Sharman replied calmly.

"To win Shrek's friendship?" The ogre lord's small eyes shot sharply. "How do you intend to express this sincerity?"

"I bring you a cooperation plan that can benefit each other, which will help you expand your dominance from the deep forest valley to the village of Povatan."

"Bovatan Village..." Shrek's face changed slightly, "Friends from the North, do you have any hatred for the Algorn tribe?"

Shaman nodded and pretended to be full of indignation: "Half a month ago, the Assa people of Powatán village sent a cavalry to invade the territory of our sect, and they also wreak havoc on the local area, killing many innocent followers. , I came across the river this time just to avenge the hatred of the despicable Asa bandits!"

"I deeply regret the experience of your sect, but the Algonquin tribe is not a mess. To be honest, the group of half-human and half-tree monsters you bring is no match for the brave and warlike Asa Hunter ."

"I fully agree with your judgment, respected king, so I hope that you and your warriors will fight with us, join forces to destroy the village of Povatan, and kill the Algongins." Shaman's words were midstream Showing a cold killing intent.

Shrek glanced at his court poet, then snorted from his nostrils.

"Mr. Shaman, our tribe and the Algonquin tribe have no grievances or enmity. Why should Shrek come forward for you?"

"Of course it won't make you laborious."

Shaman pulled out a small cloth bag from his waist and poured it on the dining table. Dozens of bright gemstones poured down from the mouth of the bag, and jingled like a dazzling waterfall.

King Shrek was dazzled by these beautiful gems and froze for a few seconds before recovering, stroking his fat jaw and shaking his head gently.

"Although the gem is good, it can't blind Shrek's reason. Compared with the consequences of turning over the face of the Algonquin tribe, this commission is far from enough."

Sharman was amazed by the temptation of this ogre leader to resist the gems. Fortunately, the gems on the table were not all his chips.

"If this is not enough, how about I send you another piece of information about "Wisdom of Wisdom"?" Sharman smiled.

"Wisdom of Wisdom?" Shrek raised his head in surprise, staring straight at Sharman, his voice trembling slightly with an irrepressible excitement, "Do you know where Wisdom Spring is hidden?"

"I not only know where I can find the fountain of wisdom, but I also know that you are working on collecting all the magical things that can enhance your intelligence, but I am really curious, as far as an ogre is concerned, you are smart enough, Why do you want to improve your wisdom at any cost?" Sharman digresses silently, not only deliberately appeasing his appetite, but also exploring the details of Shrek.

Sharman's problems clearly touched Shrek's mind. The tall and strong mythical ogre shook his head and sighed. The gloom in his eyes deepened a little.

The court poet Casio cast a sympathetic glance at his monarch, then stood up holding the lute, and said to Sharman: "It is too cruel to let a man who has fallen out of love speak out his sadness. Let me use it. A newly composed narrative poem will answer your question for the king."

The court poet plucked the strings and sang with affection.

...

In the deep forest valley

Our beloved king is Shrek

On top of that mountain

My beautiful elder sister's name is Fiona

Handsome Shrek fell in love with Fiona at first sight

Proud Fiona is cold to Shrek

...

The narrative poems written by Casio do not have too many gorgeous words, and the singing voice is also beautiful. Sharman guessed that this was a very **** unrequited love story.

Just as the ogres of the Deep Forest Valley all fanatically worshipped Shrek, Shrek himself fell in love with Casio's sister, Fiona, a high-level ogre witch hidden in the mountains. What happened next was very cliché. Shrek climbed to the top with his longing for love, trying to confess his heart to Fiona. The arrogant and cold ogre witch was impatient even listening to his love letter, instead He challenged.

Fiona's challenge is not to compete, nor to use the magic she is good at to tease infatuated suitors, but to verify whether Shrek is really as smart as the tribe praises. As a servant who accompanied Shrek to propose, Casio was also Fiona's younger brother. He witnessed the whole process of Fiona and Shrek's wits, and chanted in the restaurant as a narrative poem.

...

The great witch Fiona said:

Shrek, son of Blauer, listen

I have three questions here

It is the touchstone to distinguish fools from wise men

If you are as smart as Casio praised

Presumably three questions will not trouble you

Noble Shrek is not afraid of challenges

Can't wait to ask a lover to ask a question

Fiona smiled slightly

The words spoken are full of wisdom

Self-proclaimed smart Shrek you listen:

Rabbits run ten times faster than turtles

If I let the rabbit race with the turtle and let the turtle walk ten feet first

Can you tell me if the rabbit can catch the turtle?

Self-proclaimed smart Shrek you listen:

I can predict the future, and there is always a 20th error in this prediction

If three consecutive predictions show that the sun will not rise again

Now you come tell me

Will the sun rise as usual tomorrow?

Self-proclaimed smart Shrek you listen:

If I say I love you, I must be lying to you

If I admit that I am lying

So am I really an honest person?

...

Fiona had three questions in total

Poor Shrek got the wrong pair

Attracted the merciless ridicule of beauty:

A stupid man like you

How do you know what true love is!

Before you get smarter

Stop confessing to me!

...

Poor Shrek hit hard

Leave with a wounded heart

However, a real man will never admit defeat

Shrek will come back someday

With a smarter mind

Solve those three abominable puzzles

Pass the test of Witch Fiona

Finally captured the beauty of the beauty

After listening to Casio's long narrative poem about Shrek's pursuit of the witch Fiona, Shaman was speechless for a long time.

Fiona's three questions not only puzzled Shrek, he couldn't even answer them. These are three propositions, no wonder Shrek frowned.

But having said that, Shrek's direction is not wrong, unless his intelligence can be commensurate with Fiona, otherwise never want to hold a beauty. From this perspective, it is not difficult for Sharman to understand why Shrek is eager to seek the fountain of wisdom.

"Friends from the north, you have learned about the king's heart, and then it is your turn to tell a story about the wisdom spring, it is best not to let the king down."

The poet Casio plucked the strings, threatening in the plain words.

"I'm not telling the story, but the facts." Sharman paused deliberately until Casio and Shrek's eyes fell on his face. "You have heard of'Ilmin Sur' This name?"

"Of course I have heard that it is a sacred tree guarded by the Algonquin tribe for generations. It is said that it is a tree grown from a seed of the world tree at the beginning of the ancient times. Does this have anything to do with the wisdom spring?" Casio wondered. ask.

"Since you mentioned the world tree, you are also a knowledgeable poet. I want to hear about the legend of the world tree. Under the roots of the world tree, there are two magical springs, one of which is the spring of life. , Guarded by the three maids of the goddess of destiny, and the other mouth is the fountain of wisdom, guarded by a demigod giant named Mimir, this spring is also known as the fountain of Mimir, mortals only need to drink a secret Mill Springs will have great wisdom comparable to ancient prophets and sages."

Sharman’s vivid and colorful narration attracted Shrek, and the Ogre Lord couldn’t help but ask: “You mean... The mythical fountain of Mimir really exists and is closely related to the heir of the world tree, Ilmin Sur? ......It’s incredible, after all, it’s just a myth.”

"Since there are mythical ogres in the world, why is the wisdom spring in myth only a fictional legend?"

Sharman's sharp rebuttal made Shrek speechless and then ecstatic.

"If what you said is true, tell Shrek how to get wisdom spring water?"

"It's very simple, the Mimir Springs are buried under the roots of Ilminsur, and this ancient tree is overthrown. Dear King, you can drink smart spring water and win the hearts of Ms. Fiona."

Sharman's words had a temptation that Shrek couldn't resist, but he still kept a touch of reason and turned his head to cast a hinted look at Casio.

The court poet grasped the heart and found a small copper coin from his pocket. He flicked it quickly at his fingertips, chanting a spell of spell between his lips, and a psychic magical energy radiated out, covering the opposite sides of Shaman and Canikwe. In.

Sharman immediately sensed that an invisible probe was extending deep into his mind, probing his thoughts—obviously, this was a spell cast by Casio. The offending behavior of the other party caused Shaman to be angry, but he quickly controlled his emotions. Although he can use his willpower to resist the spell of detecting thought, in order to win the trust of the ogre Instead, the lord and the messenger beside him, Sharman withdrew the defense of the soul, allowing Casio to detect his true thoughts.

The thought probe lasted for about a minute. Casio ended the spellcasting and told Shrek in a low voice: "Your guest is not lying, at least he believes he is telling the truth."

Sharman smiled fearlessly. He dared to come to the Deep Forest Valley to find an ogre lord to discuss the transaction. The greatest confidence lies in the information he holds-whether it is about Shrek or about wisdom springs-is completely true, there is no need to swindle.

"Dear King, the Algonquins will never allow you to destroy their sacred tree. If you want to drink smart spring water, you should not refuse us to conquer the friendship of the congregation."

"Right, Mr. Sharman, you are now Shrek's friend."

"It's an honor to be contemptible."

Shaman held the wide palm of the ogre lord with his right hand, and the two smiled at each other, and the atmosphere in the restaurant became relaxed.

"The Algonquin tribe is not easy to bully. Before launching the offensive, we need to formulate a perfect combat plan."

Casio's proposal is in the midst of Shaman's arms, in fact he has already planned a perfect combat plan.

According to this plan, Shaman himself will lead the "Dead Wing Troops" to openly move in the jungle near the village of Povatan, wreaking havoc on the trees. The defensive force of Watan village.

At the same time, "Spirit Soul" Canikwe will take advantage of the situation, try to sneak into the village, find the location of Ilminsur as soon as possible, and use the magic scroll to send a signal to the Shrek forces lurking in the nearby jungle to send him a signal. Indicate the main attack direction.

Shrek received a signal from Canikwe that he would lead the Ogre Warriors to raid the village of Povatan, destroy the left-behind troops in the village, then destroy Ilminsur and occupy the "Fountain of Wisdom".

"When the leader of the Algonquin tribe learned that the village had been occupied, he no longer had to pursue the dead branch monster, and had to lead the main force to return to rescue the village of Povatan. Then I will lead the dead branch team to cooperate with the king. Of the Ogre Warriors attacked this Asa force before and after it and completely wiped it out!"

"Snake Hand" Sharman clenched his fists fiercely, as if the entire Algonquin tribe was already under his control, let him rub it at will.

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