To prevent Helena from being pulled down by the buffalo, Dill joined her in pulling up the lasso rope on Aminos.
saw the buffalo loosening from the pit, they tried to take a break, but they lost their grip, and the buffalo fell back into the pit, splashing a large wave of muddy mud. Dill took the brunt of the splash and was covered in stinking mud.
Helena, who was so shocked she was about to cry, went over to Dill and tried to apologize. Dill said it was fine, then backhanded a chunk of mud, and the young girl with the gentle brow froze for a long time until a chunk of stinking mud slid down the right side of her face, realizing what had happened.
The two mud monsters simply gave up on themselves and started a mud war, and the buffalo that was still in the mud pit lazily looked at the young girls who had gone crazy, and the only big white goose had already seen that the situation was not right and was high on the back of the buffalo, showing its pure white and flawless body.
By the time they had managed to drag Aminos back to the camp, their large tent was a crumpled piece of cloth on the ground, with provocative graffiti painted on the delicate elephant-white fabric with fruit paint.
Veranika and the others had forgotten their lesson, and the tent was wide open to talk badly about Dill and the others.
In fact, the little girls used to have little hearts; they were all playmates who had lived hand in hand. Villanica holds herself up as the daughter of a witch, except for some arrogance. Her heart is not bad, but only after Dill came out with that cinnamon thing did everything change.
At that time, it was Veranika who took the lead in taking the credit, catching the little hyena and stuffing it into a bag, intending to throw it into the river and drown it first, so ever since Dill let Cinnamon get away, she has held a grudge until now. Even though Dill had been severely punished by the Grand Sorceress, Veronica led all the girls to isolate Dill, and in the end, only a few Helena's were left who were willing to talk to Dill.
They were talking about how slave-born ones all have the same inferiority, and then when they saw the wretched duo, they laughed even more.
"The mud goblin ran out and pulled! Mud goblin, run out, la!"
Dill secretly catches off a hair from the goose's butt and lightly scratches it a few times into the buffalo's soft belly skin, then shouts at the passersby who are watching the show nearby, "Those who don't want to take a mud bath quickly get out of the way!"
Veronica and the others were still laughing, their mouths open and unable to close, when Aminos suddenly flung up his huge body, and all of a sudden all the muddy water was like a torrential downpour, immediately smashing the small tent to smithereens, not to mention the people inside!
Veranica still maintained the posture of hilarious laughter; the originally beautiful red hair could no longer be seen in its original color; the little fox in her arms slipped fast and was spared; but her other short-legged sisters could no longer be seen in their human form; and shoulder to shoulder, they formed a whole line of mud statues.
"Now we mud goblins can all be in the same boat."
Laughter rang out all around them, which would have dried up even Helena's tears. She hid behind Aminos but still couldn't hide the tiny giggles.
Veranika's face was covered in mud, so it was impossible to see her expression, but the folded fox had already raised its back fur, only waiting to show its teeth and pounce on its master when he moved.
"Dog slaves of the east coast!!!"
Veranika's angry scream had only just come out when it turned to panic. Her red-furred fox had been pouncing on the great white goose, but very soon it was caught in the air by a pair of sharp golden claws.
"Had enough?"
Dark hair tied into a sharp braid, the slender girl wore a leather riding outfit with a heavy green scaled belt around her waist.
She whistled, and the gold-clawed eagle immediately returned to its master with its trophy. When the girl lifted her face, her sharp eyes revealed that she was a good hunter.
Panther Bertha's apprentice, Gnesse, did not disappoint her teacher; her golden-clawed eagle could easily tame any of the young witch's envoys in the room.
It wasn't as if Gnesse had come to the party in her leather-clad power suit, but more like she had come to the forest to hunt.
She touched the dagger at her waist and swept her hawk-like gaze around the crowd, warning in a low voice, "Today is a pre-hunting banquet in praise of the Goddess of the Crescent Moon, and anyone who dares to mouth obscenities again will not need their tongue."
Veranica looked at the little fox that was still struggling in Gnesse's hands and hurriedly nodded her head. Gnesse threw the little fox directly back to her. Veronica did not care about being covered in mud and dirt; she took back the little fox and hid in the tent. Her other sisters also like chickens meeting eagles, all of them dispersed in a flurry.
If Amber was the worst witch to offend, then Grace was the worst peer to mess with.
Dill, who was also in a state of shock, was holding the white goose that almost died in the fox's mouth, and for some reason, she felt that Grace was intentionally or unintentionally glancing towards her.