Pirate Kingship

The blood moon slowly rises.

Deep in the vast forest, there are no villages, no human habitations, no fields or farms, only a small house built under three oak trees.

Weeds grew in many places on the ground, and half of the walls were covered with ivy.

Only the weak orange light in the house slightly dissipated the eerieness of the dark forest under the blood moon, and it seemed like a harbor in the wind and rain, revealing a rare sense of warmth, tranquility, and peace.

It is also the only light in this forest.

"Look, there's a light there."

"It's true. It's great. I can finally find someone to ask for directions."

There was a sudden noise in the otherwise peaceful night.

A slave-catching team of seven or eight people ran out of the forest carrying nets, slings, crossbows, flintlocks and other equipment. When they saw the hut in the forest, their faces were overjoyed.

The middle-aged man who led the team also breathed a sigh of relief:

"It was all because of chasing the escaped slave that we lost our way in the mountains and forests, and accidentally broke into this forbidden area that was repeatedly ordered not to be entered.

After we find someone to ask for directions, we have to get out as soon as possible and stop worrying about the bastard who caused a big disaster, hurt people and escaped.

With the strict order of the wizard, Mr. Smith, the steward of the manor, should also be able to understand our difficulties in losing track of the escaped slave. It should be possible."

But as he talked, in the end, even he became a little unsure.

Everyone else also looked very strange, and they all answered the question in their hearts for the team leader:

“It should, maybe, probably not.

after all

Yesterday, in the middle of the night, I was filled with joy and hope that my wife would give birth to a child for me. It could be a daughter or a son. But when I held it in my arms, it turned out to be pitch black. ! !

It was dark, with a whale oil lamp on it and I almost didn't find it.

Mrs. Smith also argued plausibly that she had accidentally dyed the stain after eating too much chocolate and coffee.

Please, the Black Iron tribe in the southern part of the continent have been slaves for thousands of years. Your fair and aboveboard reasons have almost turned into a cold joke, okay?

Oh, that's right, everyone is proud of being illiterate and unable to read. Mrs. Smith may not even know that this reason has been said many, many times by other women. "

The group of people all sympathized with Mr. Smith's plight with 120,000 points, and hated the escaped slave with 200,000 points.

There were originally few women in the manor. Although Mrs. Smith had a thick waist, a strong back, and a loud voice, she was still a woman.

Even a few of us...ahem.

He coughed twice and then automatically ignored this sad topic.

Together they walked silently to the lit hut.

The mountain forest under the blood moon looks dangerous, but in fact it is not safe at all.

If they hadn't accidentally gotten lost during the day, they would have gone back in the middle of the afternoon at most.

As mortals, they only know that the wild is dangerous, but they never know how dangerous it is and what dangers there are.

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

A young man in the team had a look of fascination in his eyes and suddenly asked his companion:

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

The Eastern Continent strictly implements the extraordinary separation policy.

Wizards, monsters, supernatural beings, etc. are secrets that only a small number of people know, and most people will never be exposed to these in their lifetime.

Even the peripheral mortal organizations like them, who are responsible for supporting the wizard school, can only hear about it and have never seen a real person.

Also thanks to the "fool's boundary" where they know nothing, it is not easy for all kinds of evil things to find them.

Even when they looked up at the sky, there was no face of Lilith, the mother of creation, on the moon, only a blood-colored crescent that looked very normal.

Yes, that's normal.

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

The team leader obviously acted more steadily, always remembering the taboos that needed to be observed, and did not divulge the "knowledge" he had mastered to the team members at will. He just said meaningfully:

"Maybe."

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

Although she didn't know what level the other party's power belonged to, she saw with her own eyes that Mr. Smith in the manor was respectful to her and responded to her requests.

In the end, he was the guide who personally led the old woman into the forest in front of her.

Halfway through, I seemed to hear the other party muttering to himself while checking the terrain:

"On one side here is the turbulent seaside 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 didn't understand what the other party meant at all.

After leaving the other party alone in the forest and returning to the manor to recover, the place was classified as a restricted area and no approach was allowed. It has been more than a year now.

The Eastern Continent is so full of vitality and the terrain changes so fast that even his former guide no longer knows the way there after not visiting it for more than a year.

Now I just want to ask for directions and leave here quickly so as not to offend the upper management.

Boom, boom, boom.

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

But the door didn't seem to be closed properly. It opened by itself with just a light touch.

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

He saw an old woman with silver hair lying on the bed, probably because she was sick, and covered herself tightly.

"Old woman, please ask"

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

"You are."

The lights went out automatically and the door closed suddenly.

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

Not long after, the lights were turned on again, and a burly figure that was slightly hunched at first and then gradually expanded was revealed on the glass window.

The voice was kind and gentle:

"Why hasn't my good little Red Riding Hood come yet? Isn't she playing around somewhere again?

Six wolves, 1,382 people, almost recovered, but one last meal is missing. We have to wait for the good little Red Riding Hood to come."

Under the night, the lights in the cottage were warm, as warm, peaceful and peaceful as ever.

The time was slightly advanced.

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

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

She seemed to be a human girl without any extraordinary power, but she was very agile.

She had just dropped a boot in a panic, but it did not affect her steps at all.

She looked around the surrounding forest with a somewhat alert expression, as if she was wary of something catching up in the dark, and a trace of annoyance flashed in her eyes:

"Today I clearly 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 is setting, those scary big bad wolves are about to run out again.

As for the outsiders who just came by boat.

For some reason, there are always two voices in my mind. One wants them to go ashore and go with me to find my grandmother who lives under the three oak trees.

The other voice wants them to Stay away from here, don't come close.

My head is starting to hurt from all the noise.

However, they look just like the foreigners who encountered shipwrecks and sank their ships before. They all refused to listen to advice and wanted to go ashore to build a bridgehead here. Later."

She seemed to have some difficulty remembering other foreigners, and couldn't help frowning:

"Where did they go later? 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 thinking hard, she didn't notice that a motionless Black Iron fugitive was hiding behind a huge dandelion beside the forest path.

His eyes looking at her were full of greed and undisguised hot lust.

"Good luck."

He took advantage of the night to escape from a nearby manor ruled by foreigners from the north, and fled into the forest that the manager had repeatedly ordered not to enter, leaving behind the hunters and pursuers behind.

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

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

Some people will be sent to the palace to serve the dignitaries after being castrated, just like the big orange with the bells taken off, more docile and obedient.

Some are lucky enough to escape the knife and are sent to plantations and mines to do hard labor, and their average life span is no more than five years.

He is of course the latter.

If there is no hope for the rest of your life, running away will lose any meaning.

A trace of gloom flashed across the face of the fugitive in the shadows, whose facial features were completely indistinguishable:

"If I hadn't been discovered by that Smith, I could have lived comfortably in the manor by pleasing that lady with my ability to turn the wheel. Why would I need to run away?

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

Although she is a little older, she should be unable to resist my unique skills.

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

Although he escaped all the way, he didn't find any villages or houses, only a lonely girl, which seemed a bit strange.

But since he 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 at him from behind his neck.

Then two hands were placed on his shoulders.

The body froze instantly, and he could only watch the girl pass by.

He fled at night relying on his racial talent, 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 the characters, can't even write his name, and besides the wizards living here, he doesn't know any secrets of the supernatural world.

Build an absolutely defensive "Fool's Boundary".

Unless he is particularly unlucky, he won't have any intersection with that dangerous world.

And in this situation of extreme lack of knowledge, he naturally has never heard of the saying "Don't look back when a wolf is on your shoulder".

In horror, he turned his head and was bitten on the neck by a big gray wolf that stood taller than a person.

"Crack!"

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

The wolf stared at her without any emotion, with its dark green eyes slightly tinged with gold, but it neither continued to kill her nor devoured the runaway slave lying on the ground.

The girl did not hesitate and continued to run wildly along the forest path, thinking back to her mother's words:

"As long as you follow the path in the forest and don't sneak out to pick flowers, you will be fine."

But she looked at the path under her feet, which seemed to have been untouched for a long time. Most of it was swallowed up by moss and weeds. It might not take long for it to completely disappear in the forest.

"Also. I deliver bread to my grandmother every day. I remember that there were seven wolves in this forest. Why is there one less every three or five days?

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

She instinctively felt a little strange.

It felt that whether it was the whereabouts of the outsiders, the gradually abandoned path, the grandmother who had been ill for a long time, or the dwindling wolf pack, they all seemed very important to her.

Only the runaway slave who died on the side of the road, well, this was irrelevant, and she didn't even have a ripple in her heart.

Soon, the girl did not meet anyone on the road, and quickly came to the door of the only lighted hut in the night.

Just as she was about to knock on the door, she found that the door was not closed, leaving a crack.

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

She saw her sick grandmother lying on the bed, covering herself tightly.

While heaving a sigh of relief, he stepped forward and asked with concern:

"Grandma, are you okay? I brought you bread and wine."

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

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

But Little Red Riding Hood Britney found that there was something abnormal about the body of her grandmother exposed outside the quilt, and wondered:

"Grandma, why are your ears so big?"

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

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

"To see you more clearly, dear."

"Grandma, why are your hands so big?"

"So that I can hold you better, dear."

"Grandma, why is your mouth so scary?"

The voice in Britney's heart that warned her sounded again, making her instinctively want to stay away from here after discovering a series of abnormalities, and step back step by step.

At this time, the grandma under the quilt smiled:

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

The quilt was torn to pieces in an instant.

A black shadow rushed over with a bloody wind.

The kind-looking old woman in front of her was clearly a burly werewolf over two meters tall!

Britney, who had already retreated to the door in advance, couldn't help but screamed:

"Ah--!"

At this time, a black shadow also rushed over from behind her.

It was the big bad wolf that she had met on the road before.

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

Bang!

But she was easily slapped to the ground by the "grandmother" and could no longer get up. It was obviously far from being an opponent.

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

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

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

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

She looked at her "granddaughter" Little Red Riding Hood on the ground again, with a hideous smile on her face:

"Thank you for this, my dear, no, my human side!

This fairy tale of "Grandma Wolf" is performed every day, once. I've been acting for a whole year and I'm about to vomit.

Fortunately, there are people to eat every now and then, so that my body that was injured by you can recover quickly.

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

Don't you want to die with me?

Unfortunately, I'm the winner in the end!

Britney, you've forgotten everything after I bit your brain? Hahaha."

Little Red Riding Hood, who was still desperately retreating to distance herself, froze when she heard this.

Pah!

It seemed that some keywords broke the barrier in the memory, and the doubts that had been puzzled before finally got the answer.

A sharp edge rose in the eyes full of fear, glaring at the other party:

"You are not my animal side at all, you are the monster that came out of the fairy tale and occupied my body and animality!"

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 just to complete the promotion ceremony to "become a fairy".

But the witch who fought alone was obviously unlucky and was defeated miserably.

The revived fairy was also severely damaged. She failed to directly replace "Little Red Riding Hood" Britney as a fifth-level pseudo-god, and could only take over her body and beast as a second choice.

The self-system collapsed, and the body and the world cracks under the three oak trees reacted with each other, forming the current Wolf Grandma Secret Realm.

Once you enter the secret realm, you can never get out alive.

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

The experience of Little Red Riding Hood was 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 people.

But Britney herself had long forgotten this.

Not only did she reject the other party, she never thought about reintegrating.

In the past year, the adventurers from the old continent have been coming and appearing frequently, inadvertently leading outsiders to this secret realm, and all of them became the food of the "wolf grandmother".

If she had remembered it at the beginning, there might have been a glimmer of hope and she could have turned defeat into victory. Now the power is growing and declining, but even she herself will be eaten.

Once swallowed by the knowledge of the living, the beautiful fairy tales that originally circulated in the world to create a warm childhood for children will become bloody, violent, cold, and even 18-rated dark fairy tales.

Even the nightmare of countless people in the future.

In fact, many weird things on the continent are promotion accidents from various schools.

It's too late.

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

"Stop it!"

A loud shout came, and the voice seemed to be far away in the sky the previous second, and came close the next second.

The taboo under the blood moon is the sorrow of mankind, but it is the gluttonous carnival of the night demons.

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

This is the root cause of outsiders' inability to intervene.

Before the victory or defeat is decided, the fairy tale is between reality and illusion. As long as it wants, humans in the material world can hardly hurt it.

"Another ignorant fool!"

Grandma Wolf sneered, and in the eyes of Bruch and Gus, she swallowed Little Red Riding Hood without hesitation.

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

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

Even if the [Night Watchers] come here, they will be killed.

Even the wizards who use all their strength to maintain the balance of divinity and animality in their bodies to protect the tribe may become food for all kinds of weird things at any time.

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

"Are there people from the school holding a ceremony here?!"

Hathaway, who followed closely, as a member of the "Fairy Tale Town School", naturally saw this 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 a branch of the Fairy Tale Town School has appeared at the end of the second circulation zone? Is this one of them?

And those who are qualified to hold the "Becoming a Fairy Tale" ceremony must at least be seat wizards, and have a high status in the school.

Even though the Fairy Tale Town School has been passed down for thousands of years, since the establishment of the school, the number of high-sequence upper wizards who exist at the same time has never exceeded a single digit.

To survive in a place like the Corridor of Truth, dying of old age is also an extremely luxurious thing.

The [Golden Deer] happened to come here, probably because of the mutual attraction between me and her similar paths.

Did her ritual fail completely?"

Hathaway's face turned pale after witnessing the tragic experience of her kind, and she couldn't help but hugged Byron's strong arms tightly, as if this would draw more sense of security from her son.

At this moment.

Perhaps influenced by the failed "Becoming a Fairy Tale" ceremony in "Little Red Riding Hood", Hathaway's "Alice's Pillow Fairy Tale Book" was also accidentally triggered.

The pages flipped, and the page with "The Little Mermaid" flashed with spiritual light, and the sound of the vast waves filled the forest.

The spiritual light projected into the sky, revealing a twisted dark fairy tale.

The first sentence of the opening is:

"In the deep, deep sea, there is a majestic castle, in which live six mermaid princesses, all of whom are very beautiful.

Legend has it that eating the meat of mermaids can make you immortal, and every prince on land covets their flesh and blood."

A mermaid with almost the same temperament and appearance as Hathaway, but with slight differences in hair color and lip color, and a completely different temperament, swung her long tail and jumped out of the waves.

Behind her is a handsome prince in a suit, holding a knife and fork, who is four or five points similar to Byron, and is obviously his father Prince 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 the timing!

My beautiful princess, come back to the castle with me and learn how to be a human together."

But what greeted them was

"Level 1: Magnetic field overload, giant drums beating! Die——!"