Baza clenched his fist. "You can release the others, just treat me."
The little snake king waved his hand, "I never stopped them."
Baza breathed a sigh of relief and turned to let the males who had accompanied him leave. "You go back first. I'm fine. Orcs are not allowed to kill wizards."
The males exchanged glances and then nodded in unison.
Wizards are a rare profession, with only one or two per race, and very few can reach the level of Baza.
As winter turned to autumn, the news spread like wildfire, reaching half the forest. Under normal circumstances, without conflicts of interest, no one would harm the wizard.
So Bazaar is safe for now. Besides, he needs several more courses of treatment and won't die anytime soon. However, those few males are useless to the Bashe clan and only cause harm. They are like slugs, so they can be killed without hesitation. Keeping them here won't help them and might even harm Bazaar.
"We'll be going now. Be careful on your own."
“Yes.” Baza nodded.
They were relatively at ease about their own safety. The law of the forest was such that, just as modern people are not allowed to kill, killing a wizard would be condemned by the entire forest.
Baza looked around. The place was gloomy and eerie. There were puddles of water in some parts of the cave. It was dark, damp, and scary. That was his first impression of the place.
"Your illness can't be cured in a short time, so please arrange a place for me to stay first." He lowered his head, not daring to look the little snake king in the eye.
He was closest to the little snake king, and no one else saw it except him. He saw the black energy surging from the bottom of the water during the treatment, as if it were being forced out. The little snake king also seemed to have lost its soul, slowly sinking to the bottom of the water.
However, the black energy quickly entered the little snake king's body again, and the little snake king woke up. The first thing he saw when he woke up was unfathomable, filled with intense ambition, which was terrifying.
"You'll live with me."
The bazaar refused, saying, "Just give me a bed and a blanket."
The little snake king stepped down from his throne and looked at him thoughtfully. "Those who know too much don't live long. They usually only have two fates: either they die, or they stand on my side." He chuckled. "You are a wizard, so I can't kill you. Then there's only one fate for you."
"Stay by my side." The little snake king transformed, its mouth splitting into a large slit, its forehead flattening, turning from a human into a giant snake with its head lowered, looking down at Bazaar.
Baza took a step back, and before he knew it, his foot had hit the stone steps, and he fell to the ground with a thud.
The snake's head slowly shrunk again, and the little snake king transformed from a giant snake into a child. His delicate, jade-carved face was expressionless, displaying a maturity completely out of proportion to his age.
“I will not side with you.” Baza patted his bottom and stood up, his eyes resolute.
"Why?" The little snake king tilted his head to look at him.
"I am a shaman of the leopard clan, and I will always be a leopard clan member."
The little snake king chuckled, "You belong to the great forest; the capable shall claim your place."
He stood by a cold pool inside the cave, his arms outstretched, the same scene reflected on the water's surface.
The little snake king's wide cloak billowed in the wind, his hem fluttering. His porcelain-white face remained expressionless, only his narrowed eyes betrayed him, revealing a deep desire within them.
"It won't be long before I become the king of this forest!" He seemed very confident. "I will solve the problems they can't solve."
The issue of human immigration was delayed again and again, until the president lost patience and made up his mind to occupy the forest at all costs, which led to his actions.
"It should have been done a long time ago." After dragging on for so long, not only had the president lost patience, but the people had also lost confidence, and the morale of the army was beginning to crumble. "Now that I'm here, I have to make a difference."
He glanced at the bazaar. "You are the witness."
"Why me?" Baza asked, puzzled.
The little snake king pondered for a moment, "Consider it as repaying your life-saving grace."
"Is this how you repay a debt of gratitude?" Baza glared at him. "If you really want to repay a debt of gratitude, then let me go."
The little snake king didn't speak. After a long while, he turned around and walked out. Before leaving, he called out to Baza, "Come out with me."
"Huh?" Baza didn't react.
"Hurry up." The little snake king was slightly impatient. He walked very fast and sometimes even turned into a snake, making it hard for Baza to keep up.
When he stumbled and caught up, the little snake king stood in front of a broken iron lump with a gloomy face.
This iron lump is somewhat similar to Fang Rong's. Fang Rong is an outsider with a mysterious identity. He also has a treasure that can collect things, which is very practical. Every time everyone carries a lot of things away from home, he leaves empty-handed and doesn't carry anything, which is very convenient.
There was also a flying iron lump. Once, when he was collecting herbs, he almost fell off a cliff, and Fang Rong, wearing the iron lump, saved him.
"What is this?" he asked Fang Rong, but Fang Rong couldn't speak the local dialect at the time, and he forgot about it later.
"Spaceship." The little snake king's figure flickered, and he had already transformed into a snake, crawling across the broken spaceship.
The spaceship looked so pathetic; only the edges remained, the rest had vanished.
"Traitor." The little snake king touched the spot where the laser switched and spoke indifferently.
"What?" Bazaar didn't hear clearly. "This is called a traitor?" He pointed to the spaceship.
The Little Snake King spoke the Imperial language, which Baza couldn't understand.
"No." The little snake king stepped out of the spaceship's range and continued walking forward with Baza.
"Where are we going now?" Baza had been walking for a while, and sometimes he had to run to keep up with her.
He didn't know how long he had been walking, but his legs were tired. He was always the most respected shaman in the tribe, and usually someone would do any heavy work for him, and someone would carry him if he had to walk for a long time.
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