The witch thought I am a Demon God-Chapter 40 - Ancient Tree and Sacrifice and

Chapter 40: Chapter 40 Ancient Tree and Sacrifice and Sacrificial offerings_1

Chapter 40 -40 Ancient Tree and Sacrifice and Sacrificial offerings_1

Blanton’s face was ashen, because while Ivita and the others could choose to leave Baron Moro’s territory, he couldn’t.

Panicked, all he could think of was rushing back to inform his father of the situation.

Blanton swallowed. “My lord, if there actually are so many enemies, we should alert my father immediately.”

“He could summon nearby knights and peasant troops in the name of Baron Moro.”

“We need to gather an army quickly.”

Ivita acknowledged Blanton’s suggestion. Currently, within Baron Moro’s domain, there was only one readily available guard unit and low-ranking noble apprentices taking knight training.

Indeed, they should promptly summon the Peasant army and feudal forces from all the manors in Baron Moro’s domain.

Although the fighting ability of the Peasant army and feudal forces was in question, their sheer number was a force to be reckoned with.

Just as Ivita was about to respond.

The Old Witch placed her Mithril sword against Blanton’s neck. Blanton looked at her incredulously, wanting to question why she would do such a thing. But a glimpse of the Old Witch’s terrifying eyes turned his words to ash.

There was genuine killing intent in her eyes. Her eyes were as wide as brass bells she hissed threateningly, “If you dare do this, I’ll kill you on the spot.”

Blanton trembled and fell to the ground in disbelief. “My lord, the witch has revealed her true colors. She’s in league with the Son of Forest.”

“Blanton, hold your tongue.” Ivita was confident that as long as the Hearthstone Grand Witch didn’t discover her true identity, she wouldn’t dare betray her.

The Hearthstone Grand Witch feared the Demon God.

She was frightened of Ivita.

He turned to the Old Witch. “Can you tell me why you’re doing this? Does it have something to do with what’s in the Forbidden Book?”

The Old Witch saw Black Wolf, Ivita, and Rayli staring at her. The Forbidden Book, cradled in her right hand, started turning its pages on its own accord.

“Based on this book’s description of the Son of Forest, I finally figured out why everyone forgot about Sharon.”

“It isn’t amnesia.”

“It’s replacement.”

Ivita looked puzzled. “Replacement?”

Upon hearing news related to his sister, Blanton immediately focused his attention.

The Old Witch explained, “This book describes the characteristics of the Treants. They have a natural ability similar to Druid spells. Born of tree hollows and returned to them upon death, they have a racial talent – Skin Changing.”

“On the day of their coming-of-age ceremony, they would kill a target and wear their skin. Consequently, their muscles and bones would morph to imitate the victim’s physique.”

“They can almost perfectly imitate the original. Only a couple who has lived together for decades could possibly detect the difference.”

“From then on, the Treants would live as the human victim, hence their other name – Skin-Changers.”

For some reason, Ivita was reminded of the Skin-changing aberrations from her previous world.

The Old Witch continued, “According to this book, Baron Moro has long been replaced by a Treant.”

“If we let this boy go and tell the imposter Baron that we’ve discovered the plot of the Son of Forest, who do you think the Baron will mobilize the troops against: the Son of Forest, or us?”

Ivita nodded, “I see.”

Everyone turned to look at Blanton, with a trace of sympathy in their eyes.

The Old Witch’s assertion implied that Blanton’s father, Baron Moro, was long dead, and the current Baron Moro was nothing more than an impostor, a Skin-Changer.

Blanton shook. “No, that’s not right. What you’re saying can’t be true. Then how would you explain that even the villagers have forgotten about my sister?”

“Could it be that every person is a Skin-Changer, a Treant!”

The Old Witch reasoned, “That’s precisely the issue.”

“This book records that during a battle with the Treants over two thousand years ago, our human ancestors discovered a strange trait of the ancient tree the Treants worship.”

“When the Treants sacrificed human children to their ancient tree, a phenomenon known as “Memory Distortion” would occur – those who were distantly related would slowly forget about the captured child.”

“But the child’s immediate relatives and those who frequently interacted with the child would not.”

“The current situation is that almost everyone around your sister has been replaced by a Treant, leaving only you.”

“And the villagers have forgotten about your sister Sharon because of Memory Distortion.”

Stunned, Blanton managed to stand up and back away, avoiding the Mithril sword. “I don’t believe it.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“If that’s true, as you said, the Son of the Forest has long controlled Baron Moro’s territory. Why would they merely leave me alive instead of killing me?”

“I don’t have much fighting power!”

The Old Witch sneered coldly, mockingly, “What are you that they should kill you? You’re just a pig waiting to be slaughtered.”

“You’re only nineteen to twenty years old, right?”

“Just right. In the eyes of the Treants, one is considered an adult at twenty-two”.

“You too are considered a valuable offering to them.”

“The Treants believe that only the blood of the nobility can be sacrificed to the ancient tree.”

“This ritual, however, can only be conducted once every three months. Hence, you have been lucky enough to escape.”

“However, in my view, since your sister disappeared three months ago, your original death date should be the fifteenth of the next month.”

The Old Witch showed no compassion, continuing to add salt to the wound.

She has always believed that the pain of the weak is the source of artistic beauty.

Therefore, many famous artists have the habit of self-harm, which is the Old Witch’s understanding of art.

The Old Witch mockingly said, “The fact that you can walk with us now is your good fortune.”

“I advise you to accept reality.”

“I do not accept this.” Bran Mercer was about to run out of the cave.

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But the Old Witch suddenly threw her Mithril sword in her left hand. The sword barely grazed Bran Mercer’s ear and then embedded itself in the rock wall in front of him.

The Old Witch said, “I won’t allow you to stir up trouble.”

“If you dare to take one more step forward, my next sword will be thrown at your head.”

Bran Mercer was gasping for breath. He didn’t dare to move forward, but he didn’t want to retreat either.

He even gritted his teeth, with tears welling up in his eyes.

“Hearthstone Grand Witch, I order you not to speak with Bran Mercer again.” Ivita warned her with her eyes. “This is my command, and if you dare defy it…”

The Old Witch’s proud face suddenly stiffened.

This was a threat from the Demon God.

Of course, the Old Witch would feel fear. “Your Majesty, in my heart, your command is above the law.”

“I will certainly obey.”

Ivita nodded in satisfaction.

It’s not something else.

Firstly, Bran Mercer is still their employer. Running him off would, in essence, be financial suicide.

Secondly, a teammate who loses control of his emotions is a nightmare.

As someone destined to be king, managing the emotions of his team members is a very important and necessary skill.

Ivita said to Bran Mercer, “If you want to cry, just let it out.”

“But if you run over there recklessly like this, if your father is not a Treant, at most, you will only make your father think you are a coward.”

“But if it is a Treant, you might also lose your life.”

“Bran Mercer, I know that no matter what I say, it will not matter to you now. But I still want to tell you that I will stand by your side no matter what. If you are scared, remember that I am standing with you.”

“Calm down, let’s discuss a plan to deal with the Treant.”

Upon hearing this, Bran Mercer’s body shook again.

He turned around, tears streaming down his face.

In this era, the demand for men is particularly high, especially for men of nobility and knight attendants. They cannot cry, as it would only invite ridicule from others.

But Ivita told him that he could cry here at this moment.

Nobody would ridicule him!

Bran Mercer let out his cries, venting his emotions. “Your Highness….I don’t know what to do.”

“Even if the God of All Things from The Church could solve my situation now?”

“When I was young, I prayed in front of the god statue for a thousand days and nights. But now, why am I faced with such a disaster!”

“Your Highness, I really….don’t know what to do…”

“Your Highness, now I only have you. Please order me, for I do not know what to do.”

Bran Mercer’s personality is undoubtedly on the weaker side.

The Old Witch’s expression shifted subtly. “Your Majesty, the Treants have completely occupied Baron Moro’s territory.”

“They have an unknown number of Treant warriors and priests, and they can mobilize the human army in the territory using Baron Moro’s identity.”

“They even have an ancient tree that has been worshipped for an unknown amount of time.”

“We would simultaneously become enemies with the Treants and humans in the territory, and have to deal with an ancient tree,”

The Old Witch explained, “The Forbidden Book says that after an ancient tree of the Treants receives enough offerings, it turns into a Treant. Our ancestors guessed more than two thousand years ago that these ancient trees are related to the Druids’ Treant experiments at that time, which were closely related to the Sons of Forest.”

“Perhaps the Druids were the masterminds behind the retreat of the Sons of Forest from the evolutionary path of humanity.”

“But in any case, you are strong, but you are trapped in a human body. Look at your right hand.”

Ivita lifted her right hand, finding a faint mark of lightning on the back of her hand.

The Hearthstone Grand Witch said, “You just invented a new Lightning Curse, but the unbalanced energy left a mark on your body.”

“If this continues, your human body will be deformed into a Magical Creature.”

“You can no longer push the limit of your Divine Power.”