Chapter 82 Notes of the Forest Witch
The Bren family revealed what had happened, and the strange truth finally surfaced.
"Your family has come into contact with Shadowbinders. Is there any way to solve it?" Rhaegar stared at several people carefully.
Barbat swallowed and said cautiously: "No, but the severed head of the Shadowbinder is still being kept in the castle."
Shadowbinder's headless corpse undergoes strange transformations.
Wells thought his head was not simple, so he ordered the soldiers to bring it back.
"Take me to see you." Rhaegar ordered.
"As you wish, Prince."
Barbat bowed and led Rhaegar to the attic on the sunny side of the castle.
The attic was empty and dusty.
A circle of tallow candles was placed in the center, illuminating something within the circle.
A pale head.
Barbat explained: "The curse can sneak in the shadows. If you illuminate the head with a candle, the curse cannot take away the head."
"The shadow monster came to seize the head?" Rega frowned and looked at the head, asking strangely.
"No, the curse seems to be unintelligent, we are just in case." Barbat said respectfully.
Thump thump thump…
Before Rhaegar could take a closer look at the uncomfortable head, the sound of people climbing up the stairs was heard from downstairs.
Thorol quickly walked into the attic and said with an eager expression: "Prince, there is a large group of savages outside the castle, claiming to be your people."
Rhaegar was slightly startled.
"I recaptured a group of free folk to serve and avoid being scattered and killed by shadow monsters."
After replying, Rhaegar turned around and went downstairs, warning: "Keep an eye on the head, maybe it will be useful."
Babat nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Prince."
Thorol glanced at him with hatred and followed Rhaegar downstairs.
…
All the way out of the castle.
Rhaegar heard the noisy howls of the wildlings.
"Hiss..."
When the waiting glutton saw him coming out, he took the initiative to crawl on his upper body, allowing him to step onto his back.
"You go to the city wall."
Rhaegar gave a brief explanation and got on the glutton's back to ride.
Under Solor's amazed gaze, the giant black dragon took two steps forward and flapped its wings to fly high.
Outside the city wall, thousands of savages gathered here.
Most of them looked terrified, and a few of them were stained with blood.
The glutton circled twice over the crowd.
The wild people who saw the dragon dispersed quickly and fell to their knees.
boom--
The glutton descended to the ground and shook his ferocious dragon head, his pair of green vertical pupils looking very indifferent.
Rhaegar rode on the dragon's back and looked down: "What happened? Why are you here?"
A tall and clumsy figure stood up among the savages.
"Prince, we ran into a curse attack while searching for other tribes, and many people were injured."
"We saw your dragon flying overhead and followed."
Trangle, whose shoulder was punctured and bleeding, explained in a muffled voice.
"How many people were injured, and how big did the shadow monster grow?" Rhaegar asked in surprise.
Trangle said: "There are almost a hundred savage warriors and more than three hundred local tribesmen. The shadow of the curse has enveloped a large area of land."
"If the bonfire hadn't set fire to the local tribe's tents and forced out the curse, it would have been difficult for us to escape."
Speaking of this, Trangle's ugly face showed fear.
"Can we still find the shadow monster?" Rhaegar wanted to use the dragon to pursue him.
"I'm afraid not. The curse is hidden in the shadows and no one can catch it." Trangle said dejectedly.
Rega frowned when he heard this, and his vigilance against shadow monsters continued to increase.
The only one that can definitely hurt the shadow monster is Dragon Flame.
But the opponent avoided seeing him and only made sneak attacks in the dark. He was very passive.
Rosol on the city wall heard it clearly and said worriedly: "Prince, the curse is very difficult. If you let it grow again, the peninsula will never have peace."
"I know that the shadow monster comes from weird magic, and it will be difficult to solve it for a while."
Rhaegar thought of a way to lure the monster.
After thinking for a while, Rhaegar suggested: "Prepare enough food and water for these free people. Lord Sam will come after hearing the news and discuss countermeasures together."
He is too young and does not have so many twists and turns in his mind.
He needs these thoughtful adults to advise him.
…
noon.
Sam Crabb led a group of soldiers and hurried to the Horror Cave Castle.
Seeing the huge figure of the Gluttonous Man from a distance, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Under the leadership of Babat, who had been waiting for a long time, he walked into the Horror Cave Castle with great momentum.
He learned that Wells was dead and the prince came to keep the appointment, otherwise he would not have come.
Waiting in the living room.
When Sam met Barbat and Solor, they were filled with hatred.
After hearing the truth about Wells' murder of Shadowbinder, he became even more furious.
He was wronged by Wells in vain, and the other party even raked up and stole large tracts of farmland in his territory.
This humiliation and hatred was intolerable to him.
When the two sides were at war with each other, Rhaegar couldn't sit back and watch the internal strife and interrupted.
When Barbat inherits the Horror Cave Castle, he will solemnly apologize on behalf of Wells, double compensation for the loss of farmland, and a thousand gold dragons.
Sam was still dissatisfied.
But for the sake of the prince and the threat of the shadow monster, he reluctantly agreed to compensate the Bren family.
After all, Wells is dead, and fighting with the Bren family is not a good decision.
After a lot of noise.
Rhaegar and others sat at the council table, discussing how to deal with shadow monsters.
Thorol said bluntly: "Ninety percent of the savages on the peninsula are gathered together. We can use some savages in the wild to act as bait."
"You black-hearted bastard, why don't you use me as bait!" Trangle yelled.
"Ignorant savage, I am extremely gracious to let you enter the castle. Don't force me to chop off your head." Thorol was not to be outdone.
"Come on, let's see if grandpa doesn't pick off your head first and use it as a wine flask." Trangle said and leaned forward.
"Shut up or get out!"
Seeing that the two of them had a disagreement and were about to fight, Rhaegar slapped the table and shouted, glaring at them displeased.
When is it?
Internal strife?
"snort……"
The two snorted coldly and turned away.
Sam, who was sitting aside watching the show, saw that the quarrel was over, stood up and said: "Prince, the source of the curse is magic. We should fight with the same power."
"Magic is very dangerous. Who among us knows magic except Dragon Flame?" Rega glanced at everyone present.
Sam looked proud and said: "Prince, you should have heard that my ancestor Clarence Crabb was the legendary hero who unified the Crab Claw Peninsula. He left many incredible legends."
"For example, do you know why the Whispering Castle of the Kleb family was named this way?"
Rhaegar frowned in confusion, he really didn't know much about this aspect of knowledge.
He turned to look at the submissive Barbat.
Barbat understood and immediately explained: "It is said that Clarence is extremely powerful and his wife is a forest witch. Everyone he kills will have their heads taken home."
"The witches of the forest kiss the lips of heads and bring them to life to serve as Clarence's advisers."
"Because you only have your head, you can't speak too loudly, and you can only pass the time by talking when you're bored."
"Therefore, his castle is called Whispering Castle."
Rhaegar's eyes lit up and he looked at Sam with gleaming eyes and asked expectantly: "Lord Sam, do you also know this kind of magical magic?"
The removed head can be resurrected and can speak.
So strange.
Sam coughed lightly and whispered: "We cannot repeat the glory of our ancestors."
"you will not?"
Rhaegar was disappointed.
Why don't you bring it up?
Sam explained: "Although I don't know any magic, the forest witch's notes recording the magic are still left in Whispering Castle."
"The notes are in Valyrian, and no one in the family can understand them."
"You are a descendant of ancient Valyria, so you can definitely tell the difference."
"Are you willing to share this precious magic note?" Rega's immature face became serious.
"The knowledge of magic is not rare. There is occult science in the city, but it has never been effective."
As he explained, Sam got out of his chair.
Kneeling on one knee in front of Rhaegar, he said respectfully: "But I still hope to help you, the prince, restore peace to the peninsula and create supreme glory."
Second update today, I wish you all the best.
