The witch thought I am a Demon God-Chapter 39 - Son of the Forest_1

Chapter 39: Chapter 39 Son of the Forest_1

Chapter 39 -39 Son of the Forest_1

The old witch’s face drastically changed. “This is not just a prophecy, it’s a curse. The prophecy she made interferes with the future.”

“Ah, she left her projection on the ‘Ambros Forbidden Book’, not just to prevent humans from reading it, but also to use it as an anchor to curse the humans of a thousand years later.”

“I believe the humans at that time were so powerful that they brought the Sons of the Forest to despair, so they chose to time-travel and curse the humans of the present.”

“Because they know, no matter how powerful, everything fades with time. For example, there isn’t a single fourth-level professional in Viscount Ambros’ Country now!”

“But wait, this is the realm of magic of the Dark Queen, this is the high-end application of law. She has to pay a price to the Dark Queen!”

Upon finishing this prophecy, her eyes blew up.

At the same time, she seemed to have ‘seen’ something truly terrifying, shrunk against the wall and screamed in fear like any other young girl. “Who will save me…”

“Don’t come closer…”

“I regret it, I shouldn’t have done it, I truly regret it. I know I was wrong.”

“Your Majesty, please… can you intervene with the Dark Queen? I don’t want to go there, it’s even more terrifying than Hell, I beg you, Your Majesty…”

A voice resounded within the cave.

“I declare the law established.”

A pitch-black hand suddenly appeared, grabbing the woman’s neck like a chicken, effortlessly dragging her into an illusory space.

Ivita, Rayli, the old witch, and Bran were all stunned.

The situation changed too quickly.

The old witch said blankly: “The most powerful witch, the Dark Queen, has caught her and taken her into the realm of black magic where time and life don’t matter.”

“That’s where black magic is most concentrated.”

“This is the price she paid for cursing the Ambros Plain, the entirety of a sixth-level power’s life and time.”

“I guessed wrong before, I thought it was just a high-level witch leaving an illusion with no attack power. Who knew she was the Duke of the Forest, a sixth-level ritualist. It was too dangerous just now, I shouldn’t have rashly opened an ancient book. If she truly wants to deal with us, a thousand years ago, a glance from her and we all would have died.”

“Even if it’s here, if she really wanted to kill us just now, we’d absolutely have no way out, except for Your Majesty, of course.”

“She must have been frightened by your reputation.”

The old witch looked at Ivita with admiration.

She was increasingly in awe of Ivita’s power.

Ivita was speechless; you have too much confidence in me.

However, if the old witch hadn’t calmed the woman just now, they all would have died.

Ivita said, “It seems like we’ve gotten ourselves into quite a predicament.”

The old witch quickly responded, “Your Majesty, we’re not involved.”

“These events resulted from actions the Ambros people didn’t handle properly a thousand years ago. If we leave Ambros immediately, we can avoid getting involved. I don’t believe these so-called Sons of Forest dare to venture out of Ambros.”

“They only dare to bully the humans on the fringe of power, the weakest, in the Independent Country of Viscount Ambros.”

“The Duke of the Forest was indeed formidable just now, but if she dares to act insolently in front of the Alsace Kingdom, the kingdom’s army would surely suppress her quickly.”

“A sixth-level ritualist is akin to a Duke, but the Alsace Kingdom is a kingdom-level force.”

Bran timidly said, “Shouldn’t we notify the Grand Viscount?”

The old witch glared at him: “If you want to, go. I don’t wish to get involved.”

“Your Majesty, don’t you think so?”

Ivita was deep in thought. He suddenly realized that everything he encountered in this mission was due to the divination the old druid did for him.

The divination stated that he would gain territory and talents from this mission.

It was indeed the old druid’s divination that led him to accept this mission.

So, according to the prophecy, the war between the Viscount Ambros Country and the Sons of the Forest is my opportunity to acquire a large amount of territory?

I guess that makes sense.

Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t be able to acquire much territory.

Where would you find opportunities to gain territory in peaceful times?

Only in a chaotic era of war, an era of sword and fire, could one achieve greatness.

The Viscount Ambros Country’s military strength isn’t that high, actually.

In this place, at most, the third sequence level of military strength will show up, the Sons of the Forest, too, are likely on par, perhaps even weaker.

Otherwise, they would have attacked Ambros long ago, instead of messing around with curses, conspiracies, and other petty schemes.

The Duke of the Forest from earlier, he must have been the ruler during the most prosperous period of the Sons of the Forest more than two thousand years ago.

Compared to the current Sons of the Forest, they’re worlds apart.

The current Sons of the Forest are no more than beings driven to the brink of extinction by humans.

Ivita said: “Alright, Hearthstone Witch, let’s help Branton find his sister first.”

“How can we have enough money to leave Ambros if we don’t complete the task?”

The Hearthstone Witch narrowed her eyes, she had no idea what Ivita was up to.

In Hearthstone Witch’s imagination, Demon God’s plan is like an unpredictable snake, she wouldn’t be able to guard against it.

She originally wanted to use the power of Demon God to get rid of the Wild Boar Knight Regiment for her, but unexpectedly, staying by Demon God’s side, she got involved in one terrifying incident after another.

The Hearthstone Witch opened the Ambros Forbidden Book. “I suspect that Branton’s sister’s disappearance has something to do with the Sons of the Forest.”

“So the contents of this forbidden book should be able to help us.”

“Your Highness.”

Branton looked at Ivita with gratitude. “Your Highness, thank you for coming.”

“I can’t imagine, without your arrival, how I would have faced these ogres, let alone the Duke of the Forest.”

“These matters have long exceeded the scope of our baron’s management, only a naturally born royal like you can resolve these matters.”

Branton even looked at Ivita with eyes like those looking at a demigod hero of ancient times. “If I were not a vassal of Viscount Ambros, I would have sworn allegiance to you.”

Looking at what they did just now, taking out twenty ogres with a small team, and confronting the Duke of the Forest who ruled the Sons of the Forest in legends.

This is simply a scene that could only be found in knightly fiction.

Ivita nodded at him, then said to the Old Witch, “You check to see if there is any useful knowledge in the Forbidden Book that can explain the situation of Branton’s sister’s disappearance.”

“Hmm…” The Old Witch quickly turned the pages of the book. “The Sons of the Forest are a kind of humanoid creature, but the difference between them and us is like the difference between chimpanzees and human beings.”

“Although we are all humanoids, the Sons of the Forest and humans are two different species.”

“On the path of evolution we guess that we and the Sons of the Forest have a common ancestor, however, we left the forest, established villages and cities, while the Sons of the Forest established civilization in the forest. At the most dangerous times, even our children couldn’t get near the forest.”

“Until the emergence of the Dark Magic Forest, everything changed…”

The Old Witch turned the pages of the book. “These are introductions to the Sons of the Forest, but the Sons of the Forest is a unified term for a coalition of various humanoid races, in fact, there are many types of humanoid races inside.”

“The Sons of the Forest is a union of all forest-dwelling humanoid races opposing humans. Huh, it turns out they are all some kind of inferior races relative to humans that failed in evolution, no wonder they are no match for us humans.”

Ivita urged: “Hearthstone Witch, don’t be arrogant, find out which one of the Sons of the Forest is the most likely to have taken Branton’s sister.”

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“I will look for the Son of the Forest humanoid race most likely to have taken his sister.” The Old Witch turned the pages of the book, and a few minutes later, she exclaimed. “Got it! It’s the Treants.”

“Legend has it that the Treants have formed a profound connection with some ancient trees, which caused them to break off the evolutionary path towards humans, and instead, they have developed a peculiar resonance with trees. They spend half their lives in a tree hole, until they come of age and find their coming-of-age ceremony target, then they will leave the tree hole, darn it, it’s actually like this.”

The Old Witch’s face changed dramatically. “Your Highness, we should retreat from this baron’s territory immediately.”