The forests are cold and dark in winter.

Under a hidden bush, M'Bahat, wearing black animal skin and an animal bone mask, was dancing strangely and eerily.

An immense hatred gathered in his heart as he silently repeated the full name of Baron Crescent Moon, thinking of his appearance, and then he kept waving the straw doll around, like the Creator controlling the ants of the mortal world.

He is the most powerful wizard among the forest elves, and may even be the most powerful wizard on the entire island. If he uses all his magical powers to curse someone to death, no one on the island can withstand his curse!

"Baron Crescent Moon~Baron Crescent Moon~Your death is worth it to have so many warriors of my tribe die with you!"

As the witch dance progressed, the magic power in the body was gradually stimulated by the hatred in the heart and began to be poured into the straw doll bit by bit.

As he moved, the straw voodoo doll became more and more refined, and gradually, it took on the appearance of Rosen.

It was exactly the same image that M'Bahát had seen before.

"Ancestors in the mountains and forests, listen to my story. Evil spirits hidden in caves and pools, listen to my call. There is an extremely evil demon ahead!"

"His name is Rosen Saxon. He is in this form. He is slaughtering the warriors who serve the mountains and forests, and ravaging the brave children of the forest."

"Follow my command, tear his body apart and devour his soul!"

As he muttered these words, M'Bahát poured all his magical power into the straw doll in his hand. He then raised his hand, pinched the doll's head, and used all his strength to tear the head off the body.

“Ah~~~~~~~”

It didn't work.

"Baron, you still have some skills, but all struggles are in vain."

Grit your teeth and try again.

"Hi~~~~~~ya~~"

I still failed. My hands were sore and weak, but the doll didn't move at all.

This thin neck is harder to break than an iron bar.

"Okay, okay, you're awesome!"

"Taste the fangs of the forest spirit!"

Mbahat didn't believe it, so he simply put the voodoo doll into his mouth and bit it with his teeth!

“Eey~~~~~~Crack~~”

A sharp pain came from his gums, and the soreness in his gums made Mbahat almost cry out on the spot.

When he took out the voodoo doll again, he found that it was still intact, with only a lot of blood stains and some broken teeth on it.

It was clearly a straw doll, and it was clearly the magic power he had infused into it, but it was actually unable to complete the last step of the voodoo curse.

Not even the teeth can bite.

Mbahat couldn't figure out why this happened and he was completely confused.

"Ancestors, evil spirits, have you abandoned me?"

There was no response, only the whistling forest wind and the screams of the soldiers outside the mountain.

"Plop~~~"

M'Bahat collapsed to the ground powerlessly, staring in a daze at the voodoo doll in his hand that was harder than steel.

He knew he had been defeated, completely defeated.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came into his ears, and before he turned around, he heard a familiar voice.

"Mbahat, I never thought you would go this far."

The sound is pleasant and mellow, like the singing of a snowbird in the mountains.

Mbahat's body shook violently: "Goddess!"

I wanted to look back, but my body was fixed by a force and I couldn't move, so I could only turn my back to the source of the sound.

"Help me~ Goddess~~ Please help me one last time~ Please~"

"Look outside, look at those cruel humans who are slaughtering the children of the forest you favor!"

"The balance of Sturgeon Island is about to be completely disrupted by that evil baron!"

The prophet's voice was panic-stricken, and he even burst into tears.

But the goddess' answer disappointed him.

"I won't be fooled again, M'Bahate. In your heart, I am not a goddess. You just use me as a tool for revenge."

"I also found out the source of your hatred, because your father died at the hands of the human race. So, you want to kill all the human races on the island, right?"

Mbahat was hit on the heart of the matter and also felt the indifference in the goddess' words.

He immediately realized that his performance was completely useless.

At this point, he no longer hid his thoughts.

"All humans deserve to die!"

"Now I only regret that my magic power is not strong enough and my magic is not profound enough!"

"Goddess, I have roughly guessed your identity. I tell you frankly that I despise you!"

"Because you clearly possess such great power, but you don't go to avenge your ancestors, but instead stay safely on such a remote island."

"If I had your strength, I would not only kill all the people on the White Sturgeon Island, but also all the people on the Weilan Island, and even all the people on the Witt Continent. I would kill them all!"

The goddess laughed out loud when she heard this.

"What are you laughing at? Is there anything wrong with what I said?"

"Wrong. Very wrong."

Although the goddess' voice was indifferent, it was as pleasant as always.

"Mbahat, let me tell you, there are no great gods in this world anymore."

"I do have some special powers inherited from my bloodline, but even so, if I were to rush out of the forest and face the humans outside the mountains, my combat performance wouldn't be much better than Andosha's."

"Maybe he can resist more than 40 lightning balls with the help of potions, and I can resist 60, but does it make any difference when facing the powerful magic weapons of the human race?"

M'Bahate yelled.

"You can also assassinate!"

"Yes, I can assassinate, but who should I assassinate?"

"Assassinate the king who you say holds power! Assassinate the Crescent Baron across the street!"

The goddess smiled again.

"Master of Witchcraft, you still don't understand."

“A king is great because of his power, not the other way around.”

"And the fundamental source of power is the combined will and strength of countless human beings."

"So, when I kill a king, I only kill the wielder of power, but the power itself remains intact."

"The king's ministers will soon choose a new king to take power."

"Believe me, there is no shortage of kings in this world. Even if I kill 100 kings, the 101st king will appear the next day."

"But there are tens of millions of people on Weilan Island, but I only have one life."

Mbahat shook his head repeatedly: "I don't believe it~~I don't believe it~~There must be a way to get revenge, there must be a way!"

"Of course there is a way."

"What method? Tell me quickly! Tell me quickly!"

M'Bahát looked mad.

“Wear the crown, become a king, hold power, and you will have the greatest power in the world, a true power that can destroy everything and change everything!”

Seeing that M'Bahat was stunned, the goddess laughed softly again.

"Unfortunately, you are just a sorcerer with a heart full of hatred. You certainly don't know how to be a king."

"The tragedy is that the opponent you are facing is someone who knows how to be a king."

"The pressure you have been feeling all the time, everywhere, no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you struggle, comes from his giant hand that holds power."

"In fact, everything you do is to serve the king in the castle."

"Me, serving him? How is this possible?"

"No, that's impossible!"

Mbahat shook his head repeatedly, his faith about to collapse.

"You helped him gather all those who were dissatisfied with the new king's rule, and you also helped him send these people into the trap he set."

"Now, all these opponents have been slaughtered, and everyone else on the island has felt the new king's ruthlessness and cruelty. Who will dare to oppose him in the future?"

"So, aren't you helping him consolidate his seat of power?"

"ah!!!"

M'Bahat screamed and felt a sharp pain in his heart. A stream of hot blood flowed out of his chest.

He covered his chest violently, trying to swallow the blood.

“Puff~~~~~”

In the end, it failed.

The blood spurted out of his mouth violently, turning into an extremely hot blood mist in the winter forest.

It seemed as if even his soul was spurted out with the blood.

He was heartbroken, but he still had one last doubt.

"I don't understand, why is my spell not working?"

If he could curse Baron Crescent to death, then even if he knew all this, he would be willing to die.

The problem was that the spell didn't work.

"Because I secretly turned your voodoo doll into a steel doll."

"Ah you. You. Pfft~~~~"

M'Bahate spat out blood again.

"Hehe~~ I was just kidding you. I don't have the ability to secretly replace your voodoo doll. It just so happens that you also tricked me once. Now we are even now."

Mbahat wanted to vomit blood again after hearing this.

"Then why didn't the spell work?"

"Because the baron's princess wife is a master of magic. You were not fighting against the baron just now, but his wife."

“So that’s how it is~~~”

M'Bahate sighed in realization, his mind completely without support, no longer able to support his body, with a thump, he fell forward onto the muddy ground.

Behind him, the mysterious woman in a white cloak shook her head slightly and sighed in her heart: "Actually, there is one thing I haven't told you yet."

There are many kings in the world, but few true kings. And the one you are facing happens to be the candidate for the true king of Weilan.

So, you are out of luck.

The old era of the island has come to an end and a new era will begin tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)