"What kind of situation is this again?"
Sylas tilted its head. Three question marks made of mist even popped up above its head as it said, "Old ghost, I can't make sense of it. Do you get it?"
"This… I don't get it either," Nostradamus also looked completely dumbfounded, "Even if that was poisoned food, the ones that should die would be the birds that ate it, right? So why are the ones that didn't eat the bread the ones dying?"
"Good grief, I really have to say, good grief," Genie Sylas copied something Ethan usually said, "This is just a completely baffling move."
"My disciple really is worthy of being my disciple, hahaha!"
The more Nostradamus couldn't understand it, the happier it became.
Because it was delighted that its disciple had actually surpassed the master.
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"Eat up! Eat up!"
Ethan tossed crumbs of bread into the air while shouting, "Grandpa is treating you to your last meal, and by the way, I wish your whole family good health."
Caw! Caw! Caw!
One by one, the dark crows fell from the sky.
And those dark crows that hadn't gotten any bread, after seeing that crows who didn't eat the bread would die, naturally came to believe that if they didn't eat it, they would die.
With their simple minds, it was hard for them to think too deeply.
So they even gave up searching for Ethan's whereabouts and instead all circled in midair, quickly pecking at those bread crumbs.
But as more and more dark crows ate the bread, some of the dark crows that had already eaten the bread also began to die.
They died without any warning, just suddenly stiffening, then falling from midair… without even the slightest external injury. Their deaths were extremely strange.
If this world had ghosts, then everyone might think that these dark crows had been killed by ghosts using some incomprehensible method.
But there weren't. This was a world of magic. Everything here could be explained with magic.
Only science and the bizarre couldn't explain it.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
As more and more dark crows died, countless dark crows began to fall from the sky, one after another, just like rain.
The sheer number was astonishing.
As for the few remaining stray dark crows, Ethan had no choice but to deal with them manually.
BOOM!
A massive fireball shot toward one of the crows, instantly blasting the lone dark crow to death. Then Ethan released several more fireballs, wiping out the few remaining dark crows entirely.
CAW! CAW!
The remaining few dark crows, seeing this, also became frightened.
They scattered and flew upward in all directions, clearly aware of how formidable Ethan was and wanting to escape.
But Ethan had already seen from the hints how troublesome these things were. If even one was allowed to escape, these grudge-holding creatures would bring back companions to settle the score with him.
So, naturally, Ethan wouldn't let them go easily.
To that end, Ethan directly released several splitting fireballs, wiping out all those at low altitude. As for those at high altitude that the splitting fireballs couldn't reach, he used level-four compressed fireballs instead, which were faster and had longer range.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The dark crows struck by the compressed fireballs burst apart in midair like fireworks.
One after another, exploding in the sky.
It was quite a sight.
Only after all the dark crows were completely wiped out did Ethan quickly jump down from the tree. While the attention of the rotten corpse wolves and carrion moles was still focused on the cursed doll, he swiftly leapt toward another dead tree.
Some of the rotten corpse wolves seemed to notice Ethan. Just as they bared their teeth at him,
Ethan quickly shot a small piece of bread into their mouths.
Crunch!
The rotten corpse wolves instinctively opened their mouths and bit down on what Ethan threw.
But the moment they bit down, they themselves were fine, yet several wolves beside them inexplicably collapsed and died.
"???"
This time, not only were Nostradamus and Genie Sylas confused, even the rotten corpse wolves themselves were all stunned.
But because of the earlier example of the cursed doll, they didn't dare approach those suddenly dead and strangely fallen wolves at all. They even hurriedly cleared out an empty space, afraid that getting close would bring misfortune.
At this moment, Nostradamus, standing on a tree branch, could no longer suppress its curiosity.
With a wave of its stone-like hand, a dead rotten corpse wolf on the ground immediately flew toward it. Only then did the other rotten corpse wolves notice there were others present on the tree.
But when those rotten corpse wolves saw Nostradamus, not one of them dared meet its gaze. They even lowered their heads obediently, as if they didn't dare look at it at all.
This was probably the pressure of an archmage.
At this moment, not only the rotten corpse wolves, even the Tyrant pretended not to see Nostradamus, turning its head away as if it hadn't noticed Nostradamus and Sylas at all.
"Strange."
After examining the rotten corpse wolf, Nostradamus grew even more puzzled, "Why is there not a single wound on this rotten corpse wolf, and no sign of poisoning either, yet it has no trace of life left. It's as if it suddenly died of old age?"
"Old age? Do dark creatures even have such a thing as dying of old age?"
Genie Sylas looked disdainful, thinking Nostradamus was talking nonsense.
But Nostradamus didn't want to waste words. It directly tossed the rotating corpse wolf over and said, "See for yourself."
After observing for quite a while, Genie Sylas also ended up looking shocked.
"It really is… sudden death."
"Could it be these rotten corpse wolves have been overworking themselves?"
"…"
Nostradamus didn't want to talk to Sylas anymore. But to satisfy its curiosity, it decided to directly contact Ethan.
"Disciple, disciple! Master calling disciple!"
At this moment, Ethan, who was hiding on a tree and thinking about how to deal with the Tyrant, suddenly received Nostradamus's call in his mind and casually replied, "Disciple received, Master, please speak."
"Disciple, disciple."
Nostradamus asked, "What method did you use to make these dark crows and rotten corpse wolves die so silently?"
"And the dark crows and rotten corpse wolves that ate the bread didn't all die either… no, that's not it, only some didn't die."
"But those that didn't eat the bread instead all died. How exactly did you do it?"
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