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Chapter 639: The existence that witches cannot spy on

Coven of witches.

They gathered at the gathering's headquarters, a temple-like building located halfway up a hillside in a dense forest.

This is a temple that has been abandoned for many years. It was originally dedicated to the king of gods, Shen, the prophecy god Kargaus, the dragon god Endora and other gods. However, it was abandoned probably more than 2000 years ago. When the witches arrived Here, when this place was used as a new headquarters, the temple was already surrounded by shrubs, as if it was about to be swallowed up, and the road up the mountain was also worn away by time.

They spent a lot of time cleaning the temple, not only removing weeds, sweeping away dirt and dust, but they also took care of the statues. They removed a series of bird's nests on the heads of the statues and dozens of spiders on their legs. The moss on the net was swept away, and even the weeds inside the stone statue were swept away.

The witches did not do this out of faith or awe. If it was because of faith, they should ask these statues away and then erect stone tablets inscribed with sacred scriptures. If it was because of awe, they should renovate and repair the statues, but they all No, the only reason they clean the statue is because it is too dirty.

“The generation before us chose a good place.”

So said a witch.

"Of course, not only is this place quiet and private, the temple is also spacious enough, with dozens of rooms and a forest next to it. You can get whatever monsters and herbs you want."

An older witch said in agreement.

Kill Lozmer, get rid of the devil wizard, and make every one of these witches feel happy.

"It's time to lay flowers on the graves of the murdered sisters. May they rest in peace with the Lord."

Chief Wizard Mona clasped her hands together and said.

The witches all lowered their heads slightly and mourned for the deceased.

Soon after, they broke away from the silence and walked towards the interior of the temple.

The witches who stayed at the headquarters happily welcomed their arrival, and among the witches stood a kind and kind old woman.

Different from other beautiful and attractive witches, this old woman has wrinkled and yellow skin and a long pointed nose. She seems to be a typical old witch in the story, but the kindness on her face is like a compassionate nun. .

Witches often take magic potions to stay young forever, so even when they are in their 90s, witches often look like they are 40 or [-] years old. Witches this old are rarer than gold in the desert.

Mona walked up to the old woman, lifted up her skirt, and gave a small salute.

"President Grandma, Lozmer is dead, you should have seen it in your heart."

The old woman is none other than the president of the witch coven. Although Mona is the chief witch of the coven, only the president has the highest decision-making power in the coven.

In fact, for a long period of time, the two positions of chief wizard and president were held by the same person, with only a few cases being held by two people.

Mona's talent is too amazing, but she lacks the qualifications to lead others. This is one of the few situations in the history of the coven.

"Okay, boys, may his soul be tortured in hell."

The old woman said so.

"Maybe he doesn't believe in the Lord."

"Then let Nakbet, the God of Death, 'treat' him well. We believe in the justice of the Lord of the Underworld."

The old woman replied with a smile.

The witches all laughed for a moment, feeling the joy of having revenge spread.

After laughing, Mona thought of something,
"President Grandma, have you read the devil wizard's notes?"

After killing Lozmer, the witches did not divide the remaining loot on the spot, but sent all these things back to the gathering with their animal friends.

Among these trophies, the one valued most by the witches was Lozmer's notes.

Almost every wizard writes notes, and Lozmer is no exception.

The memory of wizards is limited. Even if they drink memory-enhancing potions, it is impossible to remember the contents of every witchcraft experiment clearly.

Therefore, after a wizard kills another wizard, he often regards the other's notes as a treasure, and each wizard regards his own notes as more important than his lifeblood.

Because of Jean Choi, the witches were very satisfied with Eden's choice because he did not choose to take the notebook away.

And Eden seemed happy with it.

It's a win-win.

However, the reason why the witch coven was satisfied was not because they were interested in the knowledge in Lozmer's notes. They were not interested in it.

Lozmer was a despised devil wizard and blood mage, and the knowledge recorded above must have violated ethics and morals, and was bloody and depraved.

What they are more concerned about is the information in the notes.

"I broke the seal on the note."

The old woman looked around at everyone present, cleared her throat, and spoke with a serious expression.

The witches' breathing stagnated slightly, and they all pricked up their ears and listened carefully.

"Before talking about the contents of the note, I... want to ask you a question first."

The old woman paused and asked slowly:
"Tell me, is the 'Eden' mentioned in the notes the same person as the 'Eden' you met?"

This name is common among true believers.

"what?!"

Before the other witches could speak, Mona spoke in surprise,

"Why...you ask like that?"

The old woman said seriously:

"It's important, I have to confirm."

Mona couldn't help but ask:

"What...did you see in the notes?"

After hearing this, the old woman looked around at everyone. She hesitated, and finally said:

"In the last few pages of the notebook, Lozmer repeatedly mentioned a man named Eden.

The devil wizard mentioned that the followers of the Fahora sect called him... a prophet and a messenger of God, and he was entrusted by the elders of the Fahora sect to test the authenticity.

I stumbled upon these passages, I almost missed them, but I didn't, it seemed like luck. "After the president's words fell, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became a lot colder, especially the faces of the group of witches who cooperated in hunting Lozmer. Their faces turned pale.

"F-Fahora sect? That group of... heretics who associate with drow."

After a while, a witch said in surprise:

"They, their messenger, turned out to be Iden?! Is that really the Iden we met?!"

Another witch regained some composure and asked:
"Besides that Eden, have we met any other Eden recently?"

"Speaking of which, why would the devil wizard focus on him? Is it really because he is the princess's guard?!"

"Lozmer doesn't need to deal with a guard in a big way."

"If he is really the messenger that the Fahora sect says... everything seems to make sense."

…………

The witches, especially the group of witches who were cooperating with Eden, started chattering for an instant.

A feeling of fear spread between them.

After looking around at everyone, the old woman looked at Mona with stern eyes.

Mona suddenly felt a little embarrassed, her long sky-blue pointed ears twitching slightly, she lowered her head and tapped her feet uneasily.

"You should understand what the Fahora party means to us."

The old woman took a deep breath,

"Behind them stands a being we cannot spy on, and it is that being... who created the drow.

For tens of thousands of years, we have tried our best, and generations of witches have made sacrifices and shed blood to protect the legacy of Solamius.

The legacy of Solamius cannot be tainted by evil. "

The president's words were solemn, and the atmosphere in the hall became even heavier. Every witch who joined the gathering, whether a true believer or not, understood how important the legacy of Solamius was to the gathering.

That's not just the spiritual symbol of the coven.

Now, the drow who are trying every possible means to seize the sacred objects, and the Fahora faction who are aligned with them, are posing a huge threat to the witch coven.

The drow king has always coveted the inheritance of Solamius.

And Eden, who cooperates with the witches, seems to be the messenger mentioned by the Fahora sect.

"Keep an eye on that Eden, be sure to keep an eye on that Eden."

The old woman told her seriously:
"If necessary, find an opportunity to get rid of him."

The president's words were very serious.

But the witches felt that she was not wrong.

The coven of witches who have come into contact with the Fahora sect understand what kind of heretical sect it is.

They followed the teachings of Fahora and claimed that a new god would appear and replace the true religion's master, holding the scepter to rule the world.

And the existence of the revelation given to the Fahora sect,
Even more...

A terrifying existence that witches cannot spy on.

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Looking from the hillside not far from the camp, the competition venue is full of flowers and greenery. Various ribbons are tied to the fence of the venue. There is noisy inside and outside the venue, and the simple wooden stands are crowded with people. Thousands of voices shouted among them, and people opened various gambling boards.

The luxurious grandstand with the best view.

"Your Highness, that is the warrior we are proud of."

A Count of Osenko pointed at a knight at the venue and said,
"His bravery seems to have been favored by Hercules."

Althea glanced at the man. The Osenko man was indeed very strong, two and a half meters tall, making him think of the giants who accompanied the dwarves.

"I remember, his name was Buzz, right? He is indeed unusually strong."

Althea said calmly,
"Even in the empire, it is enough to attract attention."

The Count of Osenko was very satisfied with the princess's praise, and he smiled and communicated with other envoys beside him.

Eden, who was beside the princess, saw disdain in Althea's eyes under Althea's praise.

She always looked down upon everything in this kingdom, whether it was the lack of grace of the nobles or the shabby and poor towns compared to the empire.

Condescendingly, the standing Eden looked at the knights on the field. Whether they were Osenko or Deschanel, they were all ready to go and couldn't wait to show their style and win the princess's favor. favor.

The breeze was blowing the weeds on the ground, and the sky was cloudless. Eden looked in the direction of Buzz. The tall and strong knight was staring directly in the direction of the stands. He seemed to be fascinated by the beautiful princess. And glared hard at the guard beside her.

It seemed like a provocation.

Eden was a little helpless.

Doing nothing will cause dissatisfaction from other people. Is this the power of the unlucky coin?

As the horn blew, the competition officially began. For the sake of fairness, ancient words, divine creation paths, witchcraft, and divine grace were not allowed to be used in the competition. Ritual circles that restricted these abilities were everywhere in the venue. The knights in the team wore clothes of different colors and tied with ribbons of different colors.

Boom, in an instant, the knights were fighting together. Warhammers, swords, spears, axes, shields, and various blunted competition weapons were waving in the venue. Iron blocks collided with iron blocks. Everyone was reckless. He worked hard just to win the crown and win the favor of the princess.

The knights from Osenko were even more brave. They mocked the Deschanel knights and called them a group of weak whores, as if they came to the contest not only to win, but also to mock Deschanel. Er people.

Not to be outdone, the Deschanel Knights fought back fiercely with actions and words.

Althea looked nervously at the situation on the fighting field. She had never been very pious, and now she couldn't help but pray in her heart not to let the Osenko people win, because according to the sad barbarian custom, the victorious Osenko people He will definitely take the opportunity to demand an oath of allegiance to himself. God, I don’t want to be the patron of a group of barbarians.

But the situation on the martial arts field was not as she expected.

(End of this chapter)