Witch, don't be so lazy

It’s like when a message pops up in the game saying “You have xx minutes left in your trial”, and you probably won’t be able to wait long before you are forced to log off.

As for the lamb...

It is obviously not a creature from the spiritual world. The reason why it appears so scared is that it is touring the spiritual world and will suffer in reality if it dies?

An Ke thought of it and asked, "Hey, what's your parade about? Hiding from the Chicken Claw House?"

If we can handle the parade incident, we should be able to successfully leave the spirit world.

The lamb stopped jumping.

"Huh? This is the witch's territory. There can't be a spirit world parade here."

It tilted its head. "My patrol was up there, guarding the Everfrost City and destroying the White Walker leader. It was pretty simple and ended long ago. I just stayed here by force and then tried to sneak into this small world."

...Is this still possible?

An Ke was stunned for a moment, but since she knew so little about the spirit world and didn't know what to say, she could only flap her wings:

"So you're at a very high level? Fourth level? I heard that after reaching the fourth level, death in the spirit world is real death."

"Oh, I won't die... Ouch, little fat pigeon, why are you kicking me!"

"Then what are you yelling about?!"

"Because I have important matters to attend to in the real world, recuperation will take a long time and cost a lot of money, and I don't have any."

The lamb gave an answer that Anke could relate to, "Besides, if I die, I can't take these treasures with me."

"So, even though you knew there was something important going on, you still took the risk of sneaking down here just for these things?"

An Ke stretched his head out and stared at the strange props scattered on the ground.

Not to mention, these things are quite powerful. The golden iron hoof alone is quite outrageous. It can make the speed very fast and consumes not much magic power. It feels like a low-end rabbit talisman.

The witch's cloak was also exaggerated. Even if Encore used it roughly, it could hide her body instantly. When the lamb used it, it could even cover a cave, and it was not just for hiding.

Those monsters never came close to the cave, but instead walked further and further away, as if their consciousness had been obscured.

As for other things, although I haven't seen what their functions are, they are obviously not ordinary things.

"Yes, the witch's treasures, although they are not real, but only shadows from the spirit world, they are my hope to escape from the devil's cave."

The lamb nodded.

"But if I remember correctly, items from the small world can only be used within the small world. It's very difficult to take them away, and even if you take them away, you can only use them in the spirit world."

In fact, Mars and the others’ original words were “You can’t take it away at all, you can only use it in the small world”, but Encore slightly modified it considering that Xiaoyang could even perform the smuggling operation.

It's just a small test.

"That's right, but being able to use it in the spirit world is enough. And... well, if I get the treasure and figure it out, maybe I can find a way to reproduce it in the physical world. Isn't that extremely valuable?"

The lamb’s answer makes a lot of sense.

An Ke recalled the extremely profound ancient spell patterns on the witch's cloak. If she could get it, she would study it carefully in the spiritual world when she had time. Even if she couldn't restore it perfectly in the real world, restoring part of it would be very powerful.

"As long as I have these things and secretly accumulate strength, sooner or later I will be able to break free from my constraints, regain my freedom, and take revenge!"

The lamb jumped onto the stone, held its head high and looked down at Encore, who hesitated and flapped the pigeon's wings as applause.

stare--

His eyes shot straight at me.

An Ke was stunned for a moment, then flapped her wings twice.

"Why don't you ask me about my miserable life story? I've hinted at it many times!" The lamb was so anxious that he jumped on the rocks.

"Uh... I thought this was your privacy..."

An Ke hesitated to speak and swallowed back the words, "And from the look of your silly face, you don't seem to have any deep hatred or vengeance."

On the one hand, it felt impolite, and on the other hand, the lamb had already started crying.

Simply translate it.

Once upon a time, the lamb lived in a happy place. It had endless delicious food to eat every day and could sleep soundly after eating. Until a terrible, vicious, and savage (omitted a lot of adjectives) villain appeared, coveted the lamb's special abilities, and then put it away in a sack and took it to an inexplicable place.

What followed was a long, nightmare-like life. There was no end to the food, and I even had to go hungry year-round. I could only sleep a little bit each day, and I had to follow a prison-like schedule. I often had to do tedious and hard work, and I didn't get paid. If I complained, I would be beaten by the thugs (I'll skip the long complaints and rants)...

Fortunately, in order to use the lamb's abilities more conveniently, the villain allowed the lamb to hold a promotion ceremony, and the spirit world was one of the few places where the lamb could escape surveillance.

To this end, the clever, wise, kind, brave and resolute lamb (self-description) endured the abuse of the villains while secretly storing up strength. After going through untold hardships, he finally locked onto the witch's forest.

"...It does sound quite pitiful."

An Ke couldn't help but express her sympathy, and even lamented the other party's optimistic nature.

"Right!" The lamb wagged its tail. "But sooner or later, I'll take revenge on that wicked woman! I'll start by getting the witch's treasure!"

A decisive word.

"The witch's treasure... So, because you stole the treasure, the witch cursed you and turned you into a sheep. And she also sent the Chicken Claw House and monsters to hunt you down?"

Anko asked curiously.

"I didn't steal it. I just accidentally walked into the dead house and happened to find so many good things around, so I just picked up some."

The lamb seriously corrected the pigeon's wording, then ignored the contemptuous look and emphasized,

"This is the spirit world. Nothing here is real. The real dead house in history, um, the chicken claw house you mentioned, has been destroyed long ago. Those props have either disappeared or are broken and unusable. Most of them are stored in the high tower in the north. Oh, there may be a few scattered in the hands of the White Walkers."

"As for the witch, she's not dead, but she's not here either. She's sleeping in a deeper, more secret place and has no time to bother with me. Those monsters are only chasing me out of instinct. They follow the rules of this little world and kill all travelers who enter the forest."

Anke nodded thoughtfully and then asked a question.

Then he asked:

"Then how did you become a sheep?"

"..."

"Please speak?"

"Ahem, little fat pigeon, if, I mean if, you saw a mirror with the words 'Cursed Mirror' written on it in ancient Elvish, and it was emitting black air without any concealment, would you touch it?"

"……Won't."

"Well, think about it carefully. The witch is the creator of the White Walkers and has a deep hatred for the elves. She wrote these words on the mirror specifically to scare away elf thieves and protect the real treasure. After thinking about it this way, you won't be able to resist touching it, right?"

"...Isn't it really not irritating?"

"Well, that mirror looks very powerful. If it can be copied, maybe it can make the bad woman who trapped me fall flat on her face. Considering this, if you put yourself in my shoes, would you also take a gamble?"

"..."

"Well, maybe there's a spell on it, and the evil witch has bewitched the innocent lamb!"

"..."

"Little Fatty Pigeon, say something! Don't look at me like that!"

"Idiot."

As soon as Anke finished speaking, he flapped his wings and dodged the lamb's angry headbutt.

"You are the idiot!"

Although he didn't understand what it meant, it might be slang used by the fairies in the paradise, but the lamb could tell that it was definitely not a good thing!

There was a lot of noise for a while.

An Ke flew over to the lamb's head and said, "What are you going to do now? Do you have any other way to escape? Logically speaking, since you dared to sneak down here, you should be able to get back, right?"

"Of course I do, but after I turned into a sheep, most of my magic and spells were sealed away, so I can't go back."

"Is this curse permanent?"

"If the witch had cast the spell herself, it might have been permanent. A genuine mirror might have been able to do that, but this fake mirror definitely can't. But before the curse expires, those dark creatures will have already come to find it."

The witch's cloak consumes magic power after all, and the two of them combined won't last long.

An Ke was a little distressed: "Is there no other way to break the curse?"

"Of course I do... Ouch, why did you kick me again!"

The lamb shouted loudly, trying to shake the pigeon off its body.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Because... because we need a prop called the Pure Crescent Stone, but it's inside the Dead House."

"Then why don't you take it?"

"...I can't get it. Just like what's described in fairy tales, the witch's curse cannot be lifted by oneself. As soon as I touched it, it was bounced away. I also left two treasures in the house. Look at my hands."

The lamb raised one of its hooves, and the hair on it was charred black, as if it had been burned by fire.

"Then I'll get it for you?"

An Ke flapped her wings twice. "I'll wear a witch's cloak, and you'll use the golden horseshoe to attract the monsters' attention. Isn't this a simple idea? Why are you so stupid?"

The lamb was silent for a while.

"...Well, what if you die? Paradise fairies don't seem to have the ability to resurrect."

It looked at the little pigeon cautiously.

An Ke was stunned for a moment, as if she understood why this guy had been reluctant to speak.

"It doesn't matter. There's no other way to delay it. Instead of waiting to die, I might as well give it a try while I still have some magic power left. Besides, I also want to see if I can get a treasure back!"

Encore flapped its wings.

The last sentence was the truth, and the previous words, well, were not false either... If she dragged it on any longer, she felt that she would be offline, and the rejection from the spiritual world was getting stronger and stronger.

"..."

The lamb was silent for a while, jumped twice on the spot, then rubbed the little pigeon with its face. Without saying anything, it just ran to the entrance of the cave.

The meaning is obvious.

set off.

----

----

It’s not enough for four thousand, so I’ll add another chapter tonight. It won’t count as an extra chapter.

Chapter 37 The Dead House

Endless green forests and rolling stone mountains.

What is more conspicuous than these is, of course, the old black wooden house, which is supported by huge chicken claws. Those towering giant trees cannot even reach half of the metatarsal bones.

This is the dead house.

According to the lamb, the elves of the Frostwing clan believe that it is unlucky for the dead to come into contact with the earth, so they bury the corpses in small houses supported by wood.

The witch deliberately lived in this hut where the dead were buried, and she turned the fixed wood into movable chicken claws, which symbolized "walking death". The White Walkers she created liked to live underground, symbolizing "ominous dead souls."

just now.

The huge creature stopped where it was, looking around through the dark green windows. Strange dark creatures were wandering around it, constantly making sharp howls.

In the shade of the trees not far away, covered by a black gauze-like cloak.

The lamb lowered its head and talked to the little pigeon pecking at the vine on the ground:

"A house that high up, can your two short wings really be relied upon? Not to mention whether you have enough strength to fly up there, or how long it would take, the wind stirred up by the movement of that dead house, and the distance between you and it, would be enough to give you a headache."

"If you circle around it, it won't run away."

"Oh... then you might have to fly faster, because if the terrain changes, I might not be able to turn... What about those dark creatures? The demon babies, cockatrices, and revenants, they keep circling the dead house. Alas, the cloak you use can only conceal your figure. If you bump into them, they will still find you. Do you have the confidence to get through?"

"I don't know. I'm a newbie pigeon."

Anke shook his wings and flew to the side.

"But I'm a master of DDTank and Angry Birds. This vine seems pretty resilient. I can use that branch over there as a frame and launch myself up there. It doesn't matter if I can't reach it. I'll be there in a few more flutters. Oh, and remember to follow my instructions and adjust the angle."

"what?"

"Hurry up, don't use this one, use that one, and then hang it on the big tree over there, uh, the fork on the left, yes, hang it up, and then pull it down."

The so-called game masters are of course a joke. Not to mention that Encore is actually just at the level of an ordinary person. It is indeed not practical to simply expect to apply the ejection experience of the game to reality. Well, the spiritual world still follows certain real rules.