Fairy Tale: Little Red Riding Hood's Wolf Mentor

The mustachioed Messenger of Oz ducked to avoid the attack of a magical black wolf.

Then, he clamped the suitcase containing the golden crown tightly to his side and walked straight into a narrow alley. Behind him, the howling of wolves one after another sounded sharp and terrifying. If he had been half a step slower, he would have died here.

But his pace of escape did not seem hurried.

Lake's guiding voice sounded from within his shadow:

"On the right, across the alley, there's a back door to the abandoned villa on the east side."

Before arriving in this small town, Lake, Poro and Princess Marin had already used shadow magic to outline the entire temporary map of the shadow world.

This gave the Messenger of Oz a perfect opportunity to get rid of the wolves.

After exiting the alley, the Messenger of Oz entered the villa without hesitation. The wolves lingered behind him for a while, their speed delayed for a few seconds by the route they chose, and then several wolves followed him into the villa.

But by this time, the Messenger of Oz had already followed the instructions and left through the back door of the villa.

"There's a ladder on the roof of the building on the north side. We can leave. We can also use the intact door inside the building to block it..."

The Messenger of Oz rushed into the small building. The doors were not locked, and after he entered, he immediately slammed the door shut.

The magical black wolf that followed behind was blocked by the door and rammed into it, making a dull bang. The sturdy wooden doors bent under the continuous impact, and cracks and splinters appeared.

The Messenger of Oz climbed to the top of a building and prepared to jump to the top of another building.

But at this moment, he suddenly stopped.

"Mr. Messenger, why don't you leave?"

Looking at the map drawn by the shadow world, Lake asked, the entire map was made up of pure shadows.

"It's the Poison Peak, one of the Witch of the West's spells."

The Messenger of Oz took a deep breath. Before his eyes, in the sky where the wolves could not reach, a small black cloud emerged from the street and gathered around.

The black clouds squirmed, making a tiny buzzing sound.

It was a large group of black poisonous bees!
"The idea that we can easily shake off the wolves from the rooftop by using our height may not be sustainable anymore."

"I'd better find a more secluded place," said the Messenger of Oz, recalling a little. "These poisonous bees will chase me within the sight of the Witch of the West.

"Somewhere more secluded?"

Lake narrowed her eyes and looked towards the Shadow Town.

On the ground in front of the Messenger of Oz, there was a light gray layer - the shadow of a swarm of bees. They were very inconspicuous in the shadow world, and their existence could only be discovered after the Messenger of Oz reminded him!

"Jump down from the west side. There's a haystack below, about three stories high. If you're lucky..."

Princess Marlene spoke as she watched the swarm of bees approach rapidly.

After hearing this, the Messenger of Oz did not hesitate. He rushed to the east side of the roof, looked down for a few seconds, and then jumped down.

"On the west side, there is a church with a secret passage underneath."

The Messenger of Oz crawled out of the haystack and, without paying attention to the bloody scratches on his body from the hay, ran towards the half-collapsed church not far away.

Behind him, wolves rushed out of the alleys and streets. The wolves were made of magic and did not feel tired.

During the day, the strength and speed of these wolves are actually greater than at night.

In the sky, poisonous bees were pressing in like dark clouds.

The Messenger of Oz raised his sleeve and brushed away a flying crow.

But the crow's sharp beak still left long scratches on his clothes.

"You can go in on the left, under the collapsed cross."

The Messenger of Oz swung his suitcase and slammed aside two crows flying towards him like he was hitting a baseball. Then he bent down and went into the abandoned church.

Entering it, he quickly pushed aside a few pieces of debris, hearing the sound coming from within his own shadow.

Beneath it, a wooden trapdoor was exposed.

The messenger did not hesitate and lifted the wooden board to enter, but then a dense swarm of poisonous bees arrived. The moment the messenger of Oz paused, they drilled in through the gap and surrounded him again.

"Quick, close the secret passage door and block those poisonous bees..."

"The secret passage door has a crack, so it can't be blocked."

The Messenger of Oz entered the dusty tunnel, and the trapdoor behind him was only half closed.

Into the exposed gap, a swarm of poisonous bees instantly swarmed in.

"That's a bit troublesome. If you go out from the other side of the tunnel, you might be discovered by the Witch of the West again."

"It's okay. I'm prepared to deal with these poisonous bees."

The Messenger of Oz stood in the center of the tunnel, which was completely dark. He could only hear the buzzing of poisonous bees approaching.

"In absolute darkness, the Witch of the West cannot observe with these killer bees. Darkness has a huge impact on her magic!

In this tunnel, the killer bees can only move stiffly on their own."

As the Messenger of Oz spoke, he listened to the approaching buzzing sound, reached into his arms, and took out a small glass bottle. If there was light in the tunnel, you could see some flower petals in the glass bottle.

"Hopefully these flowers will be useful."

As the Messenger of Oz spoke, he opened the bottle cap, held his breath, scattered the petals on the ground, and then quickly retreated.

The killer bees started buzzing and became agitated the moment the petals appeared!
From the sound, one could tell they were flying towards the petals, following the scent, and then landing on the ground...

After that, the buzzing sound quickly disappeared.

"Huh, when those wolves come after me again, I'll leave from the other side of the tunnel."

The Messenger of Oz panted, listened to the sound coming from the black wolf in the direction he came, and slowly sat down to rest.

"No need, Mr. Messenger, we have found the location of the Witch of the West."

In the shadow world, Poro drew many horizontal lines on the three-dimensional map formed by the shadows. At the intersection of the lines, his eyes were fixed on a cracked tower in the center of the town.

"The Witch of the West's vision allows her to see extremely far away. She can use this vision to control her magical creations..."

"In places where vision is blocked, the creation will still move on its own, but it will become much more rigid..."

"So, the speed at which these wolves and crows chase can reflect the distance from the Witch of the West..."

While thinking, Poro put his hand on Lake, and the bodies of both of them began to turn grayish white rapidly.

Then, he headed towards the shadow of the tall tower.

There were few shadows at the top of the tall tower. After roughly confirming the location of the Witch of the West, Lake and the others noticed this.

The most likely possibility for the shadow tree is that there is a special light source there.

In the abandoned town, the light source is obviously the biggest anomaly!
"People who can use magic have very special shadows. We can attack from the shadows of the wall..."

"However, judging by the Witch of the West's style of action, her close combat abilities may not be very strong."

In the center of the town, a raging fire was burning in the half-destroyed room at the top of the tower.

The flames evaporated the water in the air, making it very dry.

"Huh, hiding? Where can you hide under my nose?"

A skinny witch with dark green skin stood on a high place, looking down at the town below, her eyes fixed on the location of the church.

Several crows were flying around her, and the cold light in their eyes was exactly the same as her own!
"The demonic light in her pupils, like the strings of a puppet, crisscrossed in the air, controlling those black summons."

She wanted to laugh, but soon, the muscles on her bark-green face contracted again, stopping the smile:
"No, Oz... That cunning fellow, will he really come alone? We can't be too happy too soon, maybe he will escape."

Having said that, she thought about it carefully again, and her dark green face, like bark, twitched.

Finally, he let out a strange laugh:

"No, no, no, he's dead. In this town, he's wrapped up in layers upon layers of things—he can't escape!"

She waved her arms again, muttering some gray words.

But at this moment, she seemed to hear some wind sound, and she lunged forward. At the same time, she looked behind her in shock, and pointed her other hand quickly, and a cloud of magical black smoke gushed out!
Lake's figure jumped out from the shadows.

The black smoke summoned by the Witch of the West rushed towards them, forming a huge wolf head.

But the next moment, the Lex Star Killing Sword emitted a starlight, and with a slight flash, the magic black wolf was split into two.

Lake continued to step forward, the sword flashed, and cut off the hands of the Western Witch who was still trying to move!
"what!"

The Witch of the West let out a scream, and not a drop of blood flowed from her severed hands.

Like two heavy pieces of rotten wood, they fell to the ground. "Who are you?! How dare you hurt me like this? You're done for!"

The Witch of the West said angrily, her body beginning to dissolve into a puff of grey black smoke just like her summons, trying to use magic to escape from here.

But the next moment, Lake raised her other hand.

The water bag in his hand splashed water onto the Witch of the West.

The witch couldn't dodge in time and the water splashed over most of her body.

The black smoke that wanted to fly away was instantly absorbed back into the body, but where the water splashed, the body began to shrink and melt - like a ball of melted caramel.

"Wait a minute, Lake, we haven't found the location of the girl Dorothy that the Messenger of Oz mentioned."

Just as Lake raised the water bag and the Star-Killing Sword, ready to kill the witch in front of her, Princess Marin and Lake jumped out from the shadow of the broken wall on the other side.

"No? She's not here?"

Lake glared angrily at the Wicked Witch of the West, whose body was half melted but still wailing on the ground.

With the detection ability of the Star-Killing Sword, Lake knew that the witch in front of her had killed countless innocent people.

There is no doubt that, just like in the fairy tale, the Witch of the West is indeed a devilishly evil creature!

"It seems this guy never intended to agree to the exchange with the Messenger of Oz!"

A while later, the Messenger of Oz climbed up the broken stairs of the tower, wearing air. As soon as he entered the room, he set his sights on the half-melted Witch of the West in the center:

"Where's Dorothy?"

The Messenger of Oz asked gloomily.

"Don't hurt me, let me go, and I'll go and free that girl. I hid her somewhere no one can find her."

In between her wailing, the Witch of the West uttered a few words from the gap between her mouth and giggled again.

But the next moment, Princess Marlene next to her tilted the water bag again, and a stream of water splashed on the remaining part of the Witch of the West's body.

"Zizzizi..."

The cool water splashed on the Witch of the West, just like splashing on lime, making a boiling sound.

And the Witch of the West wailed again.

"Ah—stop, stop now!"

"Answer the question. You killed many innocent people. You should pay the price for your actions."

Lake half-knelt down and said to the witch who was screaming on the ground.

"This time, you must die, but before you die, you can make some insignificant atonement for your actions."

"Don't even think about surviving! You've already fooled us once, don't try to do it again!"

"Answer the questions, and you'll suffer less pain and torture."

When the witch heard this, her face, which had been smiling eerily just now, instantly twisted in pain and resentment, and she stared at Lake.

But then, it changed into a pleading tone:
"I really didn't lie to you this time. If you let me go, I won't hurt that girl and won't imprison her anymore. This time, I can sign a contract with you..."

"No, I will definitely kill you."

Lake's azure eyes stared at the Witch of the West, and the sharp stardust on the Star-Killing Sword in her hand still had not dissipated.

The Witch of the West looked into Lake's eyes, and the expression on her face gradually faded, becoming like a piece of stiff bark.

She could see that there was no turning back in Lake's words.

"Well, it seems that the person who killed me for the second time was a girl again... Ha, girl, but this time, I don't have a castle or anything to leave for you."

Under the influence of the water, the Witch of the West's face became blurred and no expression could be seen.

"Tell me, where did you take Dorothy?! And—you should have been dead, why are you...alive?!"

The Messenger of Oz strode forward, frowning and asking anxiously.

"Oz, don't be so anxious. That girl is very smart and won't let me catch her a second time!"

"Then why did you..."

"But she left Oz and was all alone, wasn't she? I got some things, after all."

The Witch of the West suddenly pointed at her lower body and chuckled.

Her lower body, along with her clothes and flesh, melted in the water. When she stopped trying to resist, her legs and feet quickly turned into a pool of brown-green slime.

The only thing that didn't melt was a silver shoe.

"What a pity! Just like the first time, I only managed to snatch half of her magic power. Otherwise, even if you found such a powerful helper, you wouldn't be able to hurt me at all!"

Hearing these words, the Messenger of Oz was visibly relieved.

"Then why did you survive? You were clearly dead..."

"Death? Haha, water is my weakness, but you have to understand that a clay sculpture destroyed by the current can be reshaped again. All it takes is a pair of malicious hands - and the devil is obviously the embodiment of malice!"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you understand yet?"

The Witch of the West's voice grew indistinct, and her laughter began to take on a confused gurgling quality. "Oz, how long have you been away from the Land of Oz?"

What I mean is this—the demons have already been there, and their malice has reshaped me from death!"

Listening to the words of the Witch of the West, the Messenger of Oz's face turned pale.

The Witch of the West's laughter became increasingly frantic, and the speed at which her body melted also increased dramatically:

"Haha, that's your expression. The girl's expression at that time was exactly the same as yours!
You are lucky, and that girl is lucky too, otherwise, you would have been destroyed by the devil's bite first - just like the lion. You don't know how miserably the girl cried after hearing my story about the lion's end!

It's really pitiful—hahahaha!"

As she spoke, the Witch of the West's wild laughter and voice finally began to fade away rapidly, and the last remnants of her body turned into a palm-colored mud-like thing.

Lake poured the remaining water in the water bag on it, dissolving the mixture in the water, like a pool of dirty, thin soup.

"he died."

Poro stared at the pool of thin soup and finally spoke, and Lake also breathed a sigh of relief.

The face of the Messenger of Oz still looked a little pale, but his expression had been well restrained.

He walked forward, took the silver shoe out of the soup, wiped it dry with his clothes, opened the suitcase, and carefully placed the silver shoe inside.

"thank you for the help."

The Messenger of Oz stood up again and bowed slightly to Lake and the others.

"You're welcome."

Lake waved her hand, blinked at the messenger, and suddenly asked, "But, Mr. Messenger, do we need to change your name?"

"call?"

The Messenger of Oz was stunned for a moment. "I come on behalf of the Great Sorcerer Oz, the Messenger of the Emerald City. You can call me that, no need to change..."

"Really? Just a messenger?"

Lake smiled, looked at the Oz Messenger's mustache, and continued, "And I seem to have seen you in the Kingdom of Shadi."

The Messenger of Oz looked into Lake's azure eyes. He seemed to see something, and finally, he breathed a sigh of relief:

"Well, I don't know how much you know, but... I'm sorry."

As he spoke, he stood up, straightened his somewhat messy clothes, raised his head again, and smiled awkwardly, "I'm sorry for lying to you earlier. Actually, I am Oz himself."

"Are you really Oz?"

Lake opened her eyes wide in surprise, and Princess Marin beside her was even more stunned. She looked at the man in green clothes in front of her in disbelief.

In the chase just now, Oz's clothes were torn into pieces by crows, wolves or ruins.

His image is completely different from the mysterious and powerful magician once rumored.

"Yes, I am Oz—if there is only one Oz."

Oz spread his hands and said, "Besides, I'm just an ordinary person, can you help me keep this secret?
After all, if others knew this, they might once again lose their confidence in fighting the devil." (End of this chapter)