216: Chapter 216: Werewolf (Seventeen)

"Pfft, Little Flower, can you speak properly?"

Ling Ling flapped her little wings, laughing heartily.

She turned her head to look at the many villagers, her eyes lighting up.

"Flower, what do you think if I create an illusion for them?"

That way, we wouldn't have to listen to this noise.

Little Flower was very supportive.

Hurry, hurry.

Ling Ling flew towards the villagers. Soon, the villagers stopped in their tracks, their expressions pious and full of longing.

Everyone's expression was extremely happy.

What kind of illusion did you create for them? They all look so intoxicated.

"Ling Ling didn't do anything; I just manifested what they wanted most deep down in their hearts."

Without the obstruction of these villagers, Qian Ye quickly grabbed the cloaked person.

To Qian Ye's surprise, the moment she grabbed him, all she got was a cloak.

The person had already escaped, and she didn't know when.

"Heh."

"You've really piqued my curiosity."

I really want to catch him and tear him to shreds.

The cloak in her hand still retained that familiar and annoying scent.

The red light in Qian Ye's eyes flickered incessantly.

Master, Master, you must stay calm.

Little Flower sensed her owner's endless murderous intent and hurriedly tried to stop her.

Qian Ye glanced around, looking at the villagers whose faces had suddenly turned pale, and the red light in her eyes gradually dissipated.

"What happened to them?"

Ling Ling thoughtfully projected the illusion they were trapped in into mid-air.

In the illusion...

A familiar town, familiar villagers.

A bustling market.

What was being manifested was clearly everything that had just happened.

Looking further, a group of people appeared, greeting the villagers enthusiastically.

They were warmly entertained, and as they walked along, their hands were piled high with delicacies.

Following that were the familiar lines of dialogue.

The Wizard appeared again, and there were cheers everywhere.

This feels so familiar.

Little Flower muttered to herself.

Qian Ye rolled her eyes.

Isn't this scene exactly the same as when they first arrived at the market, just with different protagonists?

Looking further ahead.

The Wizard had already appeared.

Those people greeted the Wizard in a friendly manner.

"May God bless you."

The Wizard bestowed a blessing and then left.

All around, there was a chorus of cheers.

Suddenly, someone rushed in.

"Oh no, oh no, the Wolf Tribe is here again."

In an instant, the villagers' expressions changed.

"Where is the Seer? Didn't he say the Wolf Tribe wouldn't dare to appear recently?"

"Guard, where is the Guard? Call the Guard quickly."

"And the Knight, summon the Knight quickly."

In an instant, the bustling scene vanished, the entire street became desolate, and a layer of defense was quickly erected on both sides.

"Protect the civilians."

"Where is the Dreamcatcher? Tell him to get into position immediately."

"And the Demon Hunter, the front line needs him."

In an instant, the entire village went on high alert.

Watching their familiar commands, it was easy to guess that this situation happened often, which is why they were able to secure their positions so quickly.

Qian Ye silently memorized the names that appeared inside.

Isn't this equivalent to the good camp?

I wonder if there are others.

"The Wizard has already returned, and her disciple, the Witch, has come to support us."

"Who from the Wolf Tribe came this time?"

"This time, both the Wolf King and the White Wolf King have appeared."

"Flanking them are the Gargoyle and the Blood Moon Apostle."

"The Evil Spirit Knight is leading the way for them."

"That's troublesome."

"They've almost mobilized their entire nest."

The Witch frowned. It was so sudden; could something have happened to the Wolf Tribe?

The Seer had clearly just made a prophecy; this shouldn't be happening.

"Regardless, we must defend Wu Village."

"Ho ho ho, for our home, for our home."

The villagers throughout the street were ready for battle, fully equipped, gazing into the distance with determined eyes.