Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

"Your sword cut off a lot of soul veins. I think I'm about to catch it! Another sword!" Francine's voice also sounded in Russell's heart.

Okay, then another sword!

Russell still had considerable trust in his sister-in-law Francine, so another stream of sword energy flew towards the ancient tree.

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Author's words: It seems like there was something wrong with the wine I drank yesterday, I have a splitting headache... There will only be one update today, please forgive me.

Thanks to reader 1697116370 for the coin;

Thanks to Bloodthirsty Bronze Bull for the tip and coins;

Thanks for the tips and coins without nicknames;

Thanks to Yunhai for the reward;

201 Prohibition

When the second sword energy flew towards the ancient tree, the ancient tree suddenly changed.

The blue flowers that were in full bloom and emitting a faint fluorescent light at the foot of the ancient tree are withering one after another.

For them, the originally still time suddenly sped up.

These flowers quickly went from being lush and green to withering and dying. They first turned yellow and then turned grayish white as if they were burned out.

As the flowers withered, a gust of wind suddenly blew up around the ancient tree, causing its lush crown to sway.

Those already grayish-white flowers were immediately broken into powder by the wind, and these grayish-white powders fluttered in the air like a heavy snow drifting in the wind.

The branches of the ancient tree swayed with the eerie wind, making it look no longer like a quiet plant, but rather like a living animal.

It looked ferocious and Russell even had the illusion that the ancient tree was preparing for the oncoming sword energy.

When Russell's sword energy faced the ancient tree directly, Russell realized that this was not an illusion. The ancient tree miraculously used its magic to command its body, making its huge and lush crown its arms.

The treetops swayed rhythmically, and then a fuzzy shield appeared between the sword energy and the branches. The shield flickered faintly in a phantom gray, hazy like fog.

Even under the illumination of the fiery sword energy, it was impossible to see what the ancient tree looked like now through the shield.

When the sword energy collided with the shield, a sound of soul-wail was heard, as if condensed from endless pain and sorrow.

The voice was chaotic and strange, countless times more unpleasant than the broken and hoarse voice in the Forbidden Forest. It made people feel a chill in their hearts when they heard it.

…………

In a castle only a dozen kilometers away from Weinerd Farm, Prince Walter was drinking and chatting with two wizards introduced by Queen Adelaide, but suddenly found that their expressions changed.

"What's wrong, you two?" Prince Walter was startled and asked quickly.

After three rounds of drinks, the two wizards, who had already had a look of arrogance on their faces, no longer looked like masters as before and began to behave in an unrestrained manner.

Their hands had already reached into the arms of the hostess that Prince Walter had found, their faces filled with confusion.

Prince Walter originally had some admiration and fear for the mysterious wizard.

Now Prince Walter saw that the two wizards had pale faces, dry hands, and they looked very uncouth while eating and drinking, wolfing down their food and making a mess.

While eating and drinking, he did not forget to take advantage of the hostesses.

This made Prince Walter despise them in his heart.

Haha, what wizard? He’s just a country bumpkin.

Prince Walter despised the two wizards in his heart, but there was no expression on his face. He still had a reserved and friendly smile.

Prince Walter had been gently stroking the huge gem on the ring on his middle finger, but now he quietly let go of his hand.

However, in an instant, the two wizards' faces suddenly turned livid. A fierce aura emanated from them, completely different from their previous carefree demeanor.

Prince Walter was shocked when he saw the two wizards suddenly turn against each other. He even suspected that the two wizards wanted to kill him to silence him.

His body was already tense, and his right thumb had begun to press the ring on his middle finger again.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, the restrictions we set up have been violated. Please allow us to leave temporarily. Tonight's dinner is very sumptuous. Thank you for your hospitality." The two wizards stood up, pushed the hostess in their arms aside, saluted Prince Walter, and then left in a hurry.

Only Prince Walter with an angry face was left.

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The collision between the sword energy and the shield produced an extremely shrill wail.

Even Russell's scalp was numbed by the sound like sharp nails scratching on glass.

Eleanor was so scared that she threw herself towards Russell, as if only Russell could give her a sense of security.

The softness of her chest was now firmly pressed against Russell's back, and the gentle touch greatly alleviated Russell's discomfort.

Margaret and Rosaline had fought alongside Russell before, and their performance was far less terrible than Eleanor's.

Margaret's face did not look good, and it was obvious that the unpleasant voice also made her feel uncomfortable.

However, judging by Margaret's sharp gaze, she wasn't too affected by the sound. She held her sword upside down, looking around vigilantly to clear the way for Russell.

Rosalyn seemed to be the least affected among the people present. She frowned and stared at the still swaying treetops. From time to time, she uttered a few strange words, looking thoughtful.

Amidst the sharp and terrifying screams, the sword energy that Russell slashed out seemed to be blocked and entangled by the shield.

The light of the sword energy gradually dimmed and was no longer as bright as before.

It was as if the unstoppable edge that could cut through everything was slowly dimming and disappearing in the constant corrosion and erosion.

However, all this was not without cost. The ancient tree swayed more and more frequently, and the withering at its feet quickly spread outward.

Just at the moment when the shield and the sword energy came into contact, a pale flower bud with a radius of 20 meters suddenly bloomed, and the foot of the ancient tree turned all withered white.

The ancient tree seemed to have drained away all the vitality it could, just to resist Russell's sword energy.

“How’s it going, Francine?” Russell asked in a clear voice.

Francine's soul wasn't trembling noticeably. Russell only felt a hint of regret in her voice. "It's drawing souls to resist your sword! The soul wrapped around it is much dimmer now!"

She seemed to realize she had missed the point, so she immediately added, "I'm almost there! There are still too many messy soul interferences!"

Russell understood the elegant meaning of the music and immediately raised his hand, ready to strike out the third sword energy.

"No, this time don't cut right in the middle of the trunk. A little to the lower left! Aim for the darkest piece of bark, the purple one!" Francine offered her suggestion.

This time, Francine did not use soul fluctuations to quickly convey her thoughts, but instead used the vocal array set up by Rosalyn to shout out this sentence openly.

As soon as Francine finished speaking, Rosalyn showed a look of sudden enlightenment. Her previously frowned brows relaxed, and her fingers danced on her staff, which was like a musical instrument.

Rosalyn's magic and Russell's sword energy flew towards the location Francine mentioned. The crown of the ancient tree swayed more and more wildly, and it desperately opened its hazy shield.

At the same time, the top layer of leaves in its crown turned pale in an instant, like an old man whose hair turned white overnight.

It seemed to be determined to block Russell's sword at all costs.

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Author's Note: Thanks to Bloodthirsty Bronze Bull for the tips and coins;

202 Dungeon

Originally, it was the instinct of big trees to use their abundant energy and strong bodies to silently resist the invasion of wind and rain.

It just needs to persevere silently until the storm is over, and then it will welcome bright sunshine and warm rain again.

But Russell's sword energy had obviously far exceeded its endurance, even though it was a strange ancient tree planted in the forbidden forest of the Inquisition, concocted through witchcraft, and infused with countless souls.

So out of instinct, it tried to actively call upon more abundant souls to block Russell's attack.

But after taking Russell's second sword, Russell still looked at ease. The ancient tree obviously realized that he could not outlast Russell by simply consuming his energy.

Therefore, it finally became unwilling to passively take the beating and began to plan a counterattack.

This strange ancient tree gathers extremely strong energy, and it even calls upon the souls stored in its crown.

The ancient trees, which had seemed so full of vitality in this early spring, began to wither. The once lush blue and emerald green had turned into withered yellow and ochre, and then turned pale.

It was as if this ancient tree, which had maintained its vitality even in years of severe drought, had gone through four seasons in an instant. Then, the originally lush crown of the tree fluttered and scattered in the sky in the strong wind that encircled the trunk.

At first, it looked like blowing snow.

But as the energy became more and more concentrated, the light from the trunk became brighter and brighter. Under the reflection of the faint white light, the ancient tree had an enchanting beauty.

Looking at the pale fragments flying all over the sky, Russell had the illusion of admiring pear blossoms under the moon.

Although they look very similar on the outside, this scene is completely different from the core of the pear blossom.

The pear blossoms represent the blooming of life, but the pale petals now flying all over the sky represent the withering and decaying that remains after all the vitality has been squeezed out.

In such a strange scene, Russell's sword energy flew towards the ancient tree for the third time, and Rosaline's spell also hit the open shield of the ancient tree at the same time.

But the result this time was completely different from before.

Rosalyn observed the swaying of the treetops and the transfer of energy. With the guidance of Francine, who was familiar with the soul, she successfully broke the shield of the ancient tree. Her magic collided violently with the shield.

The fiery sword energy had no lingering feelings for the misty shield. It was like a scumbag who loves the new and gets bored with the old. Without looking back, it passed through the arms of his old lover and plunged into the arms of his new love.

The sword energy hit the piece of purple bark that Francine mentioned, and the ancient tree was quiet for a moment.

At the same time, Margaret plowed a deep furrow in the ground with her sword. This sword cut off the ancient tree's sneak attack and divided the earth into two seasons.

On the other side of the ravine, it is a gray winter, while on this side of the ravine, it is full of brilliant spring scenery.

The ancient tree, which had been silent for a moment, suddenly burst into a violent and shrill wail, which was dozens of times more violent than what Russell and the others had heard before, as if the entire forbidden forest was weeping.

Even Russell had to try to plug his ears with his hands to avoid the noise that gave him a headache.

The wailing in the forbidden forest continued, and along with the wailing, the earth suddenly began to shake.

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The bell ringer Leiman, who was already half asleep, was rudely awakened by two slaps.

He was woken up by a rough voice: "Wake up! Boy, do you want to escape?"

Who are you to hit me? Did you know my father is the head of the Inquisition?

Lehman was tricked into the deepest dungeon by sweet words, and he still doesn't know that things have changed at Weinerd Farm.

Therefore, the bell ringer Lehman still had strong self-confidence and arrogance, and coupled with the bad temper caused by being rudely woken up, he was about to start scolding.

But after opening his eyes, Leiman was stunned by the devastation he saw.

In addition, the rough man in front of him looked too fierce. Not only was his face full of flesh, but what was particularly convincing was that he was holding a sword in his hand, and blood was still dripping from the tip of the sword.

Could it be that he, he is a serious prisoner here and broke in by killing the dungeon guard?

After all, the weapon of criticism cannot replace the criticism of weapons. Leiman swallowed his saliva wisely and nodded: "Yes, I will do as you say. Let's escape."

"Very good, I like clever guys like you." The burly man patted Leiman's shoulder heavily and said carelessly, "Boy, what's your name?"

"My name is Russell." Lehman was clever for once and subconsciously said a name he hated very much.

"Hmm, Russell? What a nice name. My name is Glogoff. Why were you captured?" Glogoff asked casually as he walked swiftly ahead, clearing the way. "You're being held in almost the deepest part of the dungeon. I guess you must have committed a pretty serious crime, right?"

Without waiting for Lehman's reply, Gvogoff angrily said, "Humph! I was doing well as a small business in Gritzburg, but for no apparent reason, I was arrested by that damned Bishop Grein and his men, accused of being a heretic! You're in even worse prison than me! You must have committed a more serious crime, right?"

This Gvogoff was naturally the "Emperor of the Night" of Gritzburg. What he said was certainly not entirely untrue. If the "black market" in the royal city was considered a small business, then there was almost no big business in the entire Usedom.

However, this did not prevent Gvogoff from being curious about "Russell" who was imprisoned in a deeper level than himself.

The "Emperor of the Night" didn't know how big a mess this kid named "Russell" had made or how strong he was.

However, he felt that as long as all the prisoners in deeper levels than him were released and everyone worked together, they would be able to fight their way out of this damn dungeon and even take revenge on the bastards of the Inquisition.

After all, the emperor of the black market is not a real emperor. What he doesn't know is that he is just colluding with the devil, a crime that is much lighter than a political mistake.

The Emperor of Night took the lead, walking down the long spiral staircase, while Rayman followed behind him in fear.

This guy is a truly vicious heretic! He was arrested by my father and he has a grudge against me!

Leiman thought with a broken heart. He wanted to turn around and run countless times, but looking at the bloody sword in the hands of "small businessman" Gvogoff, he simply didn't have the courage.

"Hahaha! It's not our destiny, little brother Russell! There was a devastating earthquake just now! A huge rock fell and knocked out the guard standing guard in front of my cell!"

When talking about his miraculous escape, Gvogoff lowered his voice and beamed with joy.

"I think this means God has recognized that I'm not a heretic! I'm being wrongly accused! The one who should be locked up is Bishop Grein, who arrested people at random!"

Humph, Dad will definitely catch you again!