Witch Troupe and the Undead

"Make way!" Karius, leading his knights and guards, struggled through the crowd and rushed into the castle. There stood four tall warriors in full golden armor in the training ground in front of the main building. The one in the lead wore a withered, pale white cloak made of dead men's hair. In his left hand, he held a shield carved with twin goddesses facing away from each other, and in his right hand, he leaned on a large black halberd.

The warrior on the left wields a kite-shaped shield and a two-handed greatsword, his armor adorned with intricate carvings of the Tree of Life. The warrior on the right holds a double-edged battle axe horizontally in both hands, his helmet a barbarian-style horned helmet. Behind them is an archer wielding a large composite bow, and the ground in front of them is studded with countless arrows.

Before the four golden-armored warriors lay the corpses of officers from the siege vanguard, these equally skilled noblemen lying scattered on the ground, along with their personal guards. The gruesome scene momentarily stunned the soldiers behind them, until Carius and his men entered.

"Thump!" The golden-armored warrior wielding a sword and shield slammed his shield down, challenging Karius, "Charge!"

As I said before, a one-on-one duel? Who wants to duel with you! Karius's knights abandoned their warhorses, which were unsuitable for this situation, and chose to fight on foot. They picked their opponents, armed themselves with blunt weapons, swords and shields, and spears, and charged forward, only to be killed even faster.

"Clang!" The sword and shield warrior casually raised his shield to block the oncoming long-handled hook hammer. He tilted his shield slightly and flicked it, disrupting the knight's posture. He stepped forward and thrust his sword forward. The magically enhanced blade easily pierced through the sturdy plate armor and passed right through the knight.

With a clang of metal clashing, the heavily wounded knight was thrown back, knocking his companions who came to his aid to the ground. Before they could get up, two arrows pierced their groins one after the other.

The weakness of the Eternal Warriors is that they lack self-repair capabilities; as long as your output is high enough, you can destroy them. However, their advantage is that these guys' combat power and combat skills are simply extraordinary. Under the attack of four golden-armored Eternal Warriors, an ordinary knight simply cannot stand.

The golden-armored warrior dressed as a general swept his halberd across, sending several more knights flying backward, leaving a deep slash mark on their armor.

"This kind of trash shouldn't bother showing off." The golden-armored warriors quickly dealt with their opponents and remained standing in the same spot as before, staring at Karius, whose face had turned pale.

"Let me handle this," Knight Commander Gavins patted the Viscount on the shoulder. These knights, pampered in the county town, were indeed not suited to deal with such a troublesome enemy. Although besieging strong individuals was a common tactic, the pawns used in such a siege needed to have some strength; simply piling up cannon fodder would hardly be effective.

Even from the perspective of extraordinary level, these knights are not much different from the members of the Beast Slayer Order.

However, those "useless" individuals who spend their days leisurely in manors and castles, hunting in forests, and training in martial arts tournaments, as well as those "fake knights" who rely on defeating ordinary monsters and rebels, suppressing serfs and adventurers, and eliminating bandits and mercenaries, are clearly not up to par in this situation.

"Not bad, they're starting to look decent." The general looked at the Beast Knights who were silently approaching. They had been recruited by hunting orcs on the border. The orcs were all over 2 meters tall, with some particularly tall ones reaching 2.6 to 2.7 meters. They were muscular and their two-handed weapons were like one-handed weapons in their hands.

Without the aid of heavy warhorses, ordinary high-speed warhorses couldn't even break through the orc infantry formation. Of course, the orcs' weakness is their lack of intelligence. Well, this doesn't mean they're stupid; in fact, when not in battle, orcs' intelligence is comparable to that of humans, it's just...

They get excited at the sight of blood, and when they get excited they go crazy, and when they go crazy... when they're all crazy, what do you need a brain for!

Therefore, the strategy for dealing with orcs is to use light infantry and executioners to lure them away. Once the orcs get excited, they can't maintain any formation, and then the knights will surround and kill these isolated orcs one by one in small squads.

"Anti-orc tactics!?" General Soulbound looked at the silent squad of beast riders surrounding them. "It's truly nostalgic. It seems that the orc alliance on the border hasn't made any progress over the centuries."

"..." The beast riders didn't speak, but simply prepared their spears, swords, and heavy hammers. The orcs hadn't been stagnant. A century ago, they wore armor and wielded crudely forged equipment, but now, relying on the abundant coal and iron ore resources of the plateau, their level of conventional equipment was in no way inferior to that of humans.

However, this also meant that the orcs lacked heavy cavalry; they had no mounts capable of carrying fully armed orc warriors in a charge, and their direwolf riders and stag riders were all light cavalry. Consequently, the Grim Reaper Knights, originally equipped only with spears and swords, had gradually increased their arsenal of weapons like maces, warhammers, and steel whips, while reducing their arsenal of swords, spears, and bows.

"Come on!" The golden-armored general swung his chariot and charged towards Knight Commander Gavins with heavy steps. "Clang!" The weapon slammed violently against the shield like a bell. The beast rider beside him took a step forward and thrust out the sword and spear in his hand.

Amidst the ear-piercing noise of metal tearing apart, the sword and spear slid across the armor, leaving a trail of sparks and brilliant gold dust. What awaited him was the halberd shaft suddenly raised. "Bang!" The beast rider desperately parried the halberd and swung it. Another companion had already used Shadowstep to flash behind the general, and a heavy hammer came crashing down from above.

"Good coordination." The general slightly turned his body, letting the heavy hammer smash into the side of the shield. The enormous recoil force defied common sense and knocked the knight away, causing him to fall backward along with the heavy warhammer.

"Unfortunately, his combat skills are a bit lacking." The general, who had just used the "Shield Counter," a [supernatural martial skill], stretched his wrists, wielding his halberd like the wind, the tip of the halberd fiercely rubbing against the air, stirring up a storm-like airflow.

The beast riders exchanged glances and unleashed their extraordinary martial arts. The spears in the sword-wielders pierced through the storm circle like lightning, striking the shields and bending the metal shafts, sending the riders flying backward. Then, the hammer-wielding rider slammed his hammer into the end of the spear shaft, the immense impact forcing the general to arch his body backward.

"Die!" Gavins fell like a meteorite, his two-handed spear piercing the general's chest before being punched away. "Not bad..." The general stood up again, grabbed the spear shaft with his backhand, and slowly pulled out the enchanted metal spear. Behind his chest armor was a large, clear hole, inside which a small piece of golden bone had been shattered.

Unfortunately, for these eternal warriors, being pierced through the heart or any part of the body is nothing more than a superficial wound, unless they are completely cut open and torn apart. If it were a normal enemy, even an orc chieftain, they would already be a corpse by now.

"Hoo~" Using extraordinary martial arts techniques is also a great pressure on the knight's body. Hot white mist was exhaled from his mouth and nose, and fatigue had begun to appear. Masters usually only exchange a few blows, but they had already exchanged two rounds.

Even if these people have extraordinary physiques and bodies far exceeding those of Earthlings, they can only launch one more all-out attack at most. After that, their remaining strength can only be used to clear out the small fry or finish off the battle.

Generally, when strong opponents clash, whether they are melee fighters or magic users, it usually doesn't last more than 5 rounds. If there is no winner within 5 rounds, it basically means that the two of you are almost at the same level. Unless you are prepared to die together, it would be more reliable to find a tavern to drink and settle the score if you continue fighting.

However, the attackers were not only knights; the occultists had prepared spells. Since ordinary soldiers were of no use in such battles except to deliver casualties to the enemy, their stamina and vitality were resources that the occultists could use.

If the target is not an undead creature, then the arcane mage collects the soldiers' fear and transforms it into the effect of "Advanced Fear," affecting the spirit and will of powerful enemy units.

However, if the opponent is a necromancer, then this is useless. Ordinary powerful units can be overwhelmed by soldiers to exhaust the opponent's stamina. Even mowing grass requires stamina. But the opponent is a necromancer who has no fatigue or stamina bar... then the only option is to send in the best Grim Reaper riders to swarm and attack.

[Advanced Recovery], Life Ritual: A superior mode of recovery that can greatly accelerate the target's stamina recovery. Almost instantly, the breathing of those beast riders became even.

【Eternal Regeneration】A long-term template for regeneration spells. As long as the occultist doesn't stop channeling, the target's injuries will continuously regenerate, including severed limbs that can slowly grow back. However, it's uncertain whether the life force of the soldiers who act as the 【batteries】will be sufficient.

The taboo of the Life Ritual is that it cannot extract too much life force. Simply put, it cannot drain a person to death unless you have control comparable to a god. Otherwise, death magic will inevitably mix in when the person is on the verge of death. This is like mixing oxygen into hydrogen. The slightest movement will cause the mage to be blown to pieces.

The Life Ritual Masters maintained a maximum extraction rate of 25%, enough to weaken a person to the point of needing to sleep in bed all day, but not enough to affect a person's lifespan and cause the life magic to be mixed in with death or nothingness magic, directly blasting the entire life magic flow point.

"Magic..." Faced with the aura appearing on the beast rider's weapon, the undead under the general's mask struggled to move its face. The weakness of the Eternal Warriors was that their magic resistance was not very high and they had no spellcasting ability. In addition, their bodies were made of armor, so most necromancy buff spells could not increase their strength.

Faced with the humans' utter lack of martial ethics, bringing forward archers, knights, mages, and even arcane cannons, the general could only sigh helplessly. He glanced one last time at the useless soul-binding mages and the shattered crystal, then raised his halberd and charged towards the knights.

They were then overwhelmed by arrows, crossbows, spells, holy magic, and the knights' extraordinary martial skills. Nearly half an hour later, a wounded knight used his spear to lift a tattered bull-horned helmet, announcing that the last enemy in the castle had been eliminated and that humanity had reclaimed the fortress.

Chapter 52

Although the fortress was recaptured, those who died at the hands of the undead could not be brought back to life. Soldiers of the 11th Infantry Regiment dragged cartloads of corpses to a temporary crematorium in the city to burn them to ashes. The valuables and jewelry left on the victims became the focus of their looting.

Not only the corpses, but also the relatively intact houses and shops were looted by the soldiers one by one. Before they could finish dividing them, officers rushed over wielding whips, dispersed the people, and collected the scattered property.

Because the military discipline was so bad, Roach and his companions encountered bandits who coveted the beauty of Leslie, Vivi, and the Little Witch, as well as roadblocks and robberies along the way. Vivi's solution to these guys was simply to pull out an alchemical bomb and throw it at them.

After being hit by the blast, most of them would instantly have their eyes clear. After all, spellcasters, even alchemists who were only half-spellcasters, were unimaginable figures to these low-ranking infantrymen.

Those whose eyesight isn't good enough to clear immediately will be entangled by Roach's Thorn Sword. The exploding thorns ensure that anyone not wearing heavy armor will become as handsome as Roach (meaning to be torn to pieces), while those wearing heavy armor will become as cool as a cactus (meaning to be covered in thorns), and can even perform the special skill of spurting blood from their entire body.

"Young people these days have no perseverance to do bad things." Black Horse muttered as he pulled the carriage forward. As they got closer to the front-line camp, the number of these bandits became fewer and fewer. The conscripted laborers cleared charred wood and collapsed house ruins in the streets and threw the corpses onto carts.

Church priests carry incense burners in one hand and wield short staffs in the other to perform the soul-sending ritual. This ritual can accelerate the dissipation of the soul. Without the presence of the soul's power, these corpses are less likely to rise from the dead and become new undead.

What these priests didn't know was that all the soul fragments on the battlefield had gathered in the little witch's bottle, turning into "refined white amber," with silvery-white, semi-illusory, semi-solid amber beads filling almost half the bottle.

In this world without reincarnation, rebirth, or the underworld, the soul's destiny is either dissipation or being bound by something like a soul-binding crystal. Although the priests of the church claim that devout believers have the opportunity to see the gates of heaven open after death and ascend to eternal paradise, no one knows if it's true. In any case, the little witch has never seen any priests have any gates of heaven open after death—perhaps because they are not devout.

The gate leading to the Black Abyss Cemetery needs to be repaired. This gate consists of three layers: the outermost layer is a drawbridge made of steel, the second layer is a city gate made of anti-magic metal and wood from the Giant Tree, and the innermost layer is a fence gate made of silver alloy.

Adventurers need a pass to pass through the gate and enter a doorway at least 20 meters long. Inside the doorway are stairs leading to the guardhouse and a temporary supply point. Adventurers can do simple resupply and registration procedures here before the guard opens the gate.

Once everyone has left, the city gates will be closed, and the defensive arcane devices on the walls will be activated. At this point, adventurers will need to prepare for battle. When the drawbridge is lowered, the scattered undead lurking outside the deep moat will swarm in.

A large number of stonemasons and carpenters were summoned to the vicinity of the castle gate to begin repairing the innermost fence. Since the drawbridge had been raised, most of the undead could only stop on one side of the deep ditch, except for a few skeletal bats and other bats that rushed in.

Deathwhisper Fortress, despite being a fortified city, is not actually very large. The entire city has only two main roads. One runs east to west, and you enter through the low "Angel Gate" on the west side, which is carved with a large number of angels and water droplets. You pass through the Triumph Square in front of the inner city castle, and then pass through the East District, which consists of military camps, various war workshops, logistics facilities, and command posts, before arriving at the "Homecoming Gate".

One route leads down the steps of Triumph Square, through the "Faith Avenue," a residential, market, and church area located on the lower part of the hills, about 5 to 6 meters lower than the main urban area. It leads all the way to the "White Water Gate" and the dock on the south side. After passing through the White Water Gate, you can go upstream along the tributary of the Yangmao River to reach the Yangmao River, and then directly to Shiqiao Town or Hewan Town.

As a fortress, its residential area is very small. Most of the city consists of inns, taverns, brothels, shops, and workshops. Originally, a large number of mercenaries and adventurers gathered here, and there were also quite a few alchemists and clergy. Therefore, there are more alchemy shops and churches in the city than in Hearthglen, and each of the three districts has a sizable church.

Furthermore, within the castle and the city, there is a mystical tower at approximately every certain distance. These mystical towers form nodes of a protective barrier larger than that of Hearthglen. The mystics repair damaged mystical crystals and devices while cleaning up the corpses and remains of the Soulbinders.

These soul-binding mages were also spellcasters. Ordinary soldiers didn't dare to touch their belongings, so they had to let professional mages take inventory of them, and the mages were quite happy to do so.

Those spellbooks, notebooks, scrolls, and arcane tools, materials, and experimental records are all valuable commodities to them. For some arcane mages, this cleaning work is no different from picking up money.

As spellcasters, Roach and Livia were also assigned to a mystical tower located in the West District, which is the area of ​​the church district.

Compared to the Arcane Tower in Hearthstone, the Arcane Tower here is more geared towards war applications. It appears to be a huge rectangular guard tower structure on the outside, but the interior space is actually very small.

There are only three floors in total. On the rooftop open-air platform, there is a huge and broken crystal, which is the destroyed Soul-Binding Crystal.

The first floor was the living room, the second floor was the bedroom, and the third floor was the laboratory, which seemed a bit crowded for Roach and his group.

The low wall surrounding the tower had collapsed, and the servants' quarters were charred black by the flames. The witch didn't seem very satisfied with this temporary shelter. The blonde girl stood in the open space in front of the tower, gently closing her eyes and raising her hands to her sides. In her world, the subtle whispers suddenly became clear, and everything seemed to be chattering away. "Silence!" the witch commanded in an incomprehensible language, and instantly, all was silent.

It took her a lot of effort to "persuade" these unfamiliar things. After a while, the stones slowly began to move, the charred charcoal jumped out of the ruins, and the relatively intact wood and bricks flew back to their original places as if time had reversed.

A large amount of magic was released from the witch's body, serving as the driving force and basis for the movement of these non-supernatural substances. Her magic came from the concept of nothingness and the residual death magic in the surrounding area. After being transformed by the little witch, it became the elemental magic and spiritual magic that drove these substances.

The low wall was repaired first, then the stables. The bloodstains and dust left inside the tower also gathered into a pile and fell into the garbage heap next to the stables. The damaged objects and shelves were automatically restored to their original state. Only the things that were completely burned were cleaned up by the little witch.

After about half an hour of work, the blonde girl opened her eyes and breathed weakly for a while. This job was a huge strain on her frail physique and energy. In a sense, her physical weakness might be a balance to her extraordinary talent, and of course, it was also deeply related to her usual lack of exercise.

"Put the arcane furnace here, and then put a material box here too~" Roach directed several servants sent by Karius to move the "spoils of war" from the carriage into the tower.

Since the little witch was planning to explore the Black Abyss Cemetery to find a way to create the living armor, this tower would become their base for the foreseeable future. Everything from the alchemy wagon was unloaded and loaded into the tower's laboratory.

"How is Miss Livia feeling?" Vivi asked with some concern.

"It's alright, she's just tired." Roach shrugged. He had asked the only fairy in the group who knew healing magic to check on Livia, and the answer was: she was just tired.

"Is Miss Livia's stamina really that bad?" Mystic spells do require a certain amount of stamina and energy, but this consumption is unrelated to the spell itself. It simply requires concentration and the performance of corresponding hand gestures. Therefore, unless it is a long-term induction spell that lasts for several hours, for most mystic mages, the stamina consumption of ordinary mystic spells can be considered negligible.

However, even simple chanting and hand gestures for more than half an hour do consume a lot of physical energy. Just ask any teacher who only needs to use their mouth and occasionally their hands for 40 minutes in a class.

"If you hardly ever walk when you go out, and your daily housework is so easy that you don't even need to chant any spells, you can just clap your hands and get whatever you want... believe me, if you live like this for ten years, your physical fitness won't be much better than hers."

Roach is quite robust, a result of his past work in the field. Back when he was still a student in an ivory tower, his physical strength wasn't much better than Livia's; he was just as fragile.

But once you start working after graduation, after going through all sorts of outdoor activities, ancient tombs, and subway tunnels (don't ask why there are subway tunnels, just think about how the Xi'an subway was built), you'll visibly transform into a muscular man.

With backpacks as heavy as armor, equipment and supports no less than heavy weapons, and mostly dirt roads with little to no paved surfaces, trekking through mountains and rivers, leaping and bounding, after experiencing all of this, even among these exceptionally robust alien humans, Roach's physical condition could not be considered poor.

"Then why don't we let Miss Livia get some exercise?"

“She’s already exercising.” Perhaps it’s because Roach has been reading a lot, or perhaps she discovered that her physical strength was a weakness during the trip, so now Livia jogs two laps every morning, roughly equivalent to walking around the hotel twice. That’s about the level of her physical fitness now.

However, this level of exercise had very little effect, except that it made her sleep more regular and stable every day, without having any other practical benefits.

"Could it be that Miss Livia is a potion master because of her frail constitution, making her sickly since childhood?"

"No," Roach shook his head. All indications suggested that this little girl was probably a mischievous child, "simply because her mentor was also a potions master."

"I see," Vivi understood. With the two of them working together, the laboratory was quickly set up, equipped with a standard alchemy laboratory and a potion laboratory with a secret furnace, which could be used for any kind of experiment.

“Let’s go. There’s probably nothing to eat in the city right now, so we’ll just have to make do with what we have.” In the open space outside the tower, as an experienced traveler, Leslie had already set up a simple outdoor kitchen: a stove made of stones and a counter made of a half-burnt plank and a few wooden poles.

"You idiot, don't stir so hard, you need to apply the force evenly~" The fairy fluttered around the kitchen counter, pointing out to Leslie that she was stirring a stone bowl containing golden egg liquid, which was rotating along a glass rod used to stir the reagent.

“Ah, it…” Vivi initially thought the scene was normal, until she turned her head and saw a black horse sitting on the ground with its rear end on a metal rod, forcefully grinding a lump of dough.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen this before?!" The horse head glanced at her, and Weiwei felt that something was wrong with the scene. Then she saw the fairy fly over and struggle to lift the dough onto the cutting board.

"Baking pies~" Leslie divided the dough, then added fillings made of eggs, minced meat, minced ginger, and other ingredients, and threw them into a metal griddle to press them into palm-sized pies before putting them on the stove to heat.

As for Roach, he occupied another stove, where he was in charge of making soup. In Vilan's eyes, Roach's soup-making was more like a haphazard stew, with vegetable leaves, cured meat, some kind of plant tuber collected from who-knows-where, and pieces of jade-colored unidentified plant. Those were bamboo shoots, or rather, something resembling bamboo shoots that grew from a plant similar to bamboo in this world.

It is a magical potion ingredient. After being stewed, it has a rich, fresh bamboo fragrance. It is usually added to magical potions as an "odor absorber" and is a material for making magical perfumes and alchemical incense.

These alchemists, who served noble ladies and the church, were the "perfumers," a branch of potion makers. They made all kinds of incense, perfumes, and sticks with magical effects. Not only did noble ladies and wealthy merchants need them, but the church was also a major consumer of these incense products.

For example, there is "tranquilizing incense" which has the effect of calming the mind and making believers feel solemn and respectful, and "requiem incense" which contains the breath of life and can suppress the transformation of the dead, and is used in incense burners in church-monopolized cemeteries.

This also includes "Enchanting Fragrance" which arouses desire and "Love Incense" which enhances the charm of men and women and has a hormone-boosting effect. Although they are the least popular among their peers in the potion-making branch and are considered as the favorites and clowns of the nobility, you can't help it that they are the alchemists who make money the fastest.

Even the wealthiest people wouldn't casually chug down two bottles of magic potions, but they might spend hundreds of gold coins to purchase incense for a banquet in order to elevate the event's class and sophistication.

As for how ordinary nobles with an annual income of only a few dozen or a hundred gold coins could come up with such a sum of money, of course they borrowed it. Otherwise, how would the Knights Templar make a living, and why was their homeland confiscated by the King of France? It's not unusual for them to be heavily in debt in order to maintain their dignity.

"Master Roach, are you making some strange potion?" Vivi glanced at Roach's materials. There were normal seasonings, such as ginger, as well as herbs such as angelica and cardamom, and potion ingredients such as "green shoots" (similar to bamboo shoots) and "black cloud fungus," a black, skirt-like material that grows on rotten wood and is used to make antidotes and necromantic potions.

"Just watch," Roach threw a handful of tender yellow flowers into the pot, then covered it with the heavy ceramic lid. The air was filled with the bitter aroma of herbs and a wonderful fragrance. When it was almost done cooking, he skimmed off the foam, removed the bits of food and a few herbs from the surface, washed the prepared cured meat, threw it in, covered the pot again, and continued to simmer.

"I learned this from an old guy." Working in the field for a long time, most of the daily meals consisted of instant noodles and the like. Eating too much of that stuff would make you want to vomit. Fortunately, there was an old guy in the work group who was good at camping in the wild. He taught Roach how to identify edible fungi, wild vegetables and wild spices, as well as this kind of local stew.

The collected mushrooms, wild vegetables, and wild spices, along with cured meat, canned luncheon meat, seasoning packets from instant noodles, and some other miscellaneous ingredients, are simmered together to create a large pot of fragrant meat soup.

Roach hadn't found an opportunity before, after all, the materials from the Little Witch's side were all... He vividly remembered how the first time he ate the fungus sent him to heaven, and now these materials were obtained from the quartermaster and the alchemy shop, and he only threw them down after confirming their effects by referring to the book.

After all, the materials sold in normal stores shouldn't be the high-end stuff that looks so much like the Little Witch's. And a normal alchemist wouldn't encounter Roche's situation, since when your teacher teaches you to identify the characteristics of "hydrogen element" and "hydrogen gas," they wouldn't expect you to end up with "deuterium" and "tritium."

Of course, when a normal person buys "mica sheets" at a pharmacy, they certainly wouldn't buy "uranium mica," which looks exactly the same but glows like a precious medicine at night. Therefore, Roach, who was extremely dissatisfied with having only gained half of his experience points from the "King of Dark Cuisine," decided to clear his name.

Chapter 53 Old Ma's Big Job

Large chunks of cured meat and minced fresh meat floated on the surface of the strange pale yellow liquid, with oddly shaped pieces of plant soaking in it and coated with a layer of bright powder. Roach expressionlessly took out a chili substitute from a small box and sprinkled in powder made from the seeds of a local spicy plant, instantly giving the pot of unknown liquid a strange color.

"Is this really edible?" Titania looked at the soup in front of her and asked the most profound question. It didn't look very appetizing, but that wasn't a problem. The stew sold in the tavern was even uglier and weirder than this, but the adventurers still ate it with relish, and the taste was at most somewhere between bad and mediocre.

However, she saw that Roach had added a lot of random, unclassifiable ingredients to the soup, which made the taste of the soup questionable, and even raised suspicions that its function was not simply to fill one's stomach.

"Let it have a taste first!" Titania decisively placed a bowl in front of the black horse.

Dark Horse: "....?"

"Come on, have a taste." Faced with the little witch's expectant eyes, Black Horse licked the soup, tasted it, and felt it was alright. The hot and spicy flavor had a bit of a hellish taste to it, so he unceremoniously ate the whole bowl of meat soup.

"Then it seems we can eat it." Vivi, who didn't understand the black horse's true nature, was slightly relieved, while Leslie, who understood the black horse's true nature, showed a more worried expression. What a horse can eat, a person might not be able to eat!

While it's generally true that what warhorses can eat, humans can also eat, and warhorses eat better than humans, this is no ordinary horse. This is a horse transformed from a great demon, a horse from hell. Whether humans can eat what it can eat is really questionable.

Leslie and the fairy set their sights on the second test subject. "Come on, Vivi, you should try it too."

The girl with the black braided hair swallowed hard, carefully picked up the bowl, and put a little bit into her mouth. It was a little hot and a little spicy, with a strong spicy and salty flavor that was good for stimulating her appetite. It also had the savory taste of cured meat and the flavor of oil.

Judging solely from the taste, there was no problem, so Weiwei drank the bowl of broth. "It's alright, not bad."

Now everyone felt relieved and divided the contents of the pot among themselves. To be honest, this rich, salty, and spicy broth was indeed a great match for baked pies.

"I never expected Master Roach to have such culinary skills." Although the process was very similar to making a potion, the final product was indeed edible. Just like how the Little Witch's process was very similar to making a potion, but the result was an edible dessert. Well, whether it tastes good or not is another matter.