The coquettish woman on the altar gave Portia a parchment, which seemed to have a catalogue written on it.

    Portia glanced, pointed to a line in the catalog and said, "I want this."

    The woman showed her red and black teeth, smiled at Portia and disappeared.

    After using cockfighting eyes for too long, Manda has cramps again. After recovering for a long time, he found a piece of parchment on the altar.

    It was written with strange words, which Manda didn''t recognize, but he was sure it was very different from the previous catalogue.

    "There are two chrysalis, four fool flowers, six ear eating insects and nine bitter leaves... It seems that there are only seven, which is OK."

    The old witch crushed the herbs, put them in a pottery pot and cooked them with water. When the soup was about to boil, Portia asked, "which God are you a believer?"

    Manda answered without hesitation, "of course I am a believer in tephon."

    "Typhon has many subordinates. Who are you a believer?"

    Manda pursed her lips. "I''m just a white duck. I haven''t been summoned by the gods yet."

    The old witch added a piece of firewood and said with a smile, "when I was old, my patience became worse. When I was young, I could tell you such nonsense all day. I''ll ask you directly. Which God do you want to pretend to be?"

    No, it''s exposed. How does she know she''s pretending?

    Manda was very fond of Portia. He didn''t hide anything in front of her, but he never revealed any secrets.

    He was so scared that he was sweating. He was thinking about how to deal with Portia, but Portia smiled and said, "when this firewood is finished, the soup will dry up. You know, I don''t have bitter leaves here. If you wait, I don''t know what time it will be."

    Manda looked at the old witch with cockfighting eyes. When she said this, several gold coins fell from her eyes.

    Intuition tells Manda that this is a sincere help and a valuable help.

    Manda looked at the jar and whispered, "I think I should be on the way to chimera."

    "Chimera? It''s really troublesome. I remember some chimera manes."

    The old witch rummaged through the boxes, found some things like a lion''s mane, put them into the pottery pot, and a pungent smell floated out.

    When the soup was ready, Portia took the wooden bowl and brought it to Manda.

    "Drink."

    Manda instinctively shrunk her head: "what will happen if you drink it?"

    "Just don''t die."

    "Won''t I really become a believer in chimera?"

    "Don''t you want to?" the old witch smiled evil.

    "I really want to, but I can''t..." Manda is already a first-class believer of Hermes. If he has anything to do with chimera at this time, I''m afraid Hermes will kill him every minute.

    Portia smiled. She saw Manda''s mind: "if a bowl of soup medicine can make you become a believer of chimera, what''s the use of sacrifice? Chimera is too cheap."

    The old witch didn''t want to give more explanation, and she didn''t mean to force Manda. Manda took the soup bowl and rubbed the bottom of the bowl. She was trying to repeat her old skill and drill a hole in the bottom of the bowl. Suddenly, Hermes said in her ear, "drink, don''t suffer."

    God''s word still needs to be heard. Manda hesitated for a moment and drank the medicine soup at one breath. It was very astringent and bitter, but it wasn''t so bad.

    A warm current surged all over her body. Manda was sweating. There was a strange smell in the sweat.

    Portia got up and said, "you''re lucky. You already have the smell of chimera. This smell can last for a year and can help you deceive the count."

    Manda is relieved. The old woman is really. Why don''t you finish it earlier?

    Looking at her walking to the cave, Manda also wanted to blow the wind, but saw that the eagle Banshee sent the body again, which scared Manda into bed.

    It seems that the war has really begun. There are nearly twice as many bodies today as yesterday.

    After yodora left, Manda asked tentatively, "can the count wake up?"

    The old witch stared at the thick fog and whispered, "the count has long woke up. He likes to fight quietly like this."

    ……

    Outside the valley, viscount sorense''s son Torres is making the final preparations before charging. Ziegesse always frowns. Although this is the Viscount''s order, in his opinion, the idea of letting Torres enter the valley himself is extremely stupid.

    "I think you have misinterpreted the Viscount''s intentions, and there must be more obscure instructions in his orders."

    "There are no other instructions. He said very clearly. I must lead the army into the canyon, otherwise he can''t give Sir Hou a satisfactory answer."

    "You are his eldest son. Nothing is more important to him than you."

    "Do you really think so?" Torres smiled bitterly. "In his eyes, there are many things more important than me. Sometimes I really envy your life. At least you are working hard for yourself."

    A refugee was ripped open and hung on a stone statue. At night, his blood almost drained.

    At the last moment of sacrifice, the priest took the waiters and danced wildly.

    When the moonlight shone on the statue, its arms trembled. The exhausted priest hurried away with the waiter and recited the mantra in the ancient Aramaic language.

    "Wake up, beautiful and holy goddess, there are your prey in the canyon."

    The stone statue''s movement was no longer rigid. She gracefully took out a feather arrow from behind, put it on the bow string, and silently walked into the valley.

    Siegese grabbed the reins and finally told Torres: "never leave my sight at any time."

    More than 200 soldiers followed the stone statue into the valley, and udora, hiding on the hillside, saw it clearly. She knew that the stone statue had an extraordinary origin and did not intend to fight with each other. All she had to do was report the news to the castle.

    She jumped up in one step and was about to take off when she saw the stone statue turn around and pull open the short bow.

    The bowstring quivered, and a feather arrow came in response. Yodora was unprepared. The feather arrow shot directly through her wings.

    Eudora fell to the ground. She couldn''t get up under the severe pain. The bow string rang again. A feather arrow ran through her leg and hit her and nailed her to the ground.

    "Decay!" Eudora used her first-order skill. If it was a wooden arrow rod, it would rot immediately and let her escape smoothly without much pain.

    But this time she miscalculated. The feather arrow was made of stone. Her skills had no impact on the feather arrow. When she tried to pull out the feather arrow to escape, the stone statue had come to her.

    The ruddy cheeks, the soft smile and the face of the goddess of hunting are irresistible.

    She took the stone arrow from behind, put it on the short bow, and pointed the arrow at udora''s forehead.