Witch Forest Friends Club

However, due to the impurity of the combination of runes, when citing the power of "Yujie", it is often limited by the will of "Dayuan", and repeated training is required to improve the efficacy and power of the combination of runes.

Compared with the "Origin Rune", which can only be used by individuals and cannot be reproduced, the advantage of the combination of runes is that spellcasters can imitate and learn from each other.

The "Runes Section" in the Astrology Palace gathers a group of creative enthusiasts who exchange how to exchange and promote "new runes" every day—a kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder called "rune combination collection addiction" is prevalent .

Anjaye directly called an expert about this. Isn't this the natural source of the witchcraft card system?

For this reason, the girl has been thinking about how to turn the rune combination into a card, but she doesn't have the way at the moment.

For a young student like An Jiaye who is not very talented, the powerful origin rune bestowed by the "Great Source" in his cognition can basically only be used once a day, and it will recede from his personal cognition after it is used up , you need to communicate with Dayuan through meditation, and recall it again—that is, the bottom-of-the-box stunt with a long cooling time.

The girl currently only has three origin runes (staying at the standard of a second-level apprentice), only one origin spell slot has been opened up, and the rune combinations that she has personally mastered barely reach 20, but the related spell slots that can be accommodated are in the best mental state There were no more than 5 hours—in the traditional witch's truth-seeking marathon, she was almost thrown away several times by geniuses favored by "Dayuan" such as Elsa and Fanna.

But if the rune card is developed, it can greatly make up for her shortcomings in this area, and it is no longer a problem to cultivate the mushroom people into a card guard and create an epoch-making witchcraft tactic.

But at present, Anjaye's ambition is just an idea, and lacks the conditions for implementation.

The girl could only wait patiently for an opportunity.

Fortunately, she has a lot of research on spells using "Xiaoyuan", and with the help of staff, potions and mushrooms, she is still able to flexibly deal with various problems.

Spell-like spells that can be constructed based on the caster's ideas and spells can only mobilize the power of living things and other things that can be used as "small sources".

Ordinary incantation-like spells can be used with spell-casting materials and enough magic energy. This type of spell occupies a spell slot and has low mental memory. It can be repeated many times in a short period of time without CD. A must-have thoughtful tool.

Among the group of five, Adeli is an excellent disciple of Fulilian, the tutor of the spell division "Thousand-stick Spellweaver", and it is said that her memory is so strong that she can easily write thick magic books with thousands of spell models by heart.

At the beginning, An Jiaye hesitated between joining the Alchemy Department or the Spell Department, but finally gave up this option due to the poor accumulation of magic energy.

The academic books and magic books transcribed and written by the Spell Department every year are the top of the seven classrooms, constantly filling the large library in the academy. Therefore, the Spell Department is also closely related to the large library. Almost every large library The heads are all high-level witches who graduated from the Spell Department.

If Adele is lucky enough to survive this tour, she may also have the opportunity to climb to this position in the future.

An Jiaye is currently satisfied with this temporary team of troublemakers, and the only thing they have in common is that they are all marginal people in the academy, and they have more or less regrettable flaws on their bodies. The accomplishments in the field of magic that each is good at are the real shining points.

The girl has already considered a tailor-made style of play for this team.

As for what kind of tactics Fan Na will draw up, she doesn't care about Miss Genius's movements, and she doesn't intend to play with Fan Na.

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PS: This chapter roughly expounds the spell base system of Vinland spellcasters.Anjaye will develop new gameplay in the future, using various mudslide-like show operations to hang monsters and monsters who have never seen the iron fist of game civilization, and various other local genres and detailed witchcraft will appear one by one.Tomorrow will start the first high-intensity group battle, led by An Jiaye and led by Elsa, everyone will have a brilliant performance.

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Chapter 22 Night Wolf Ride

Be sober, this is not a game.If you lose, there is no chance of resurrection.

So, let's go all out for the debut battle! ——"Ankaye's Chat Notes"

If it weren't for the glasses to block it, An Jiaye would have been blinded by the severe cold wind that cut his face.

Pushing away the chaotic and flying bangs in front of her eyes, she can see the vast night - the starstone crystal clusters scattered along the river bank, shining in the turbulent waves and breaking waves, have become the guideposts in the eyes of the girl.

Anjaye held up the memory shell and recorded the scene of rushing in the dark night.

There is only the sound of horseshoes and wind in the ear, breaking the dead silence accumulated in the night mist, and awakening the unconscious wandering corpses in the misty land from their empty and painful dormancy.

However, what greeted them was the slash of the light cavalry - under the cloak fluttering, the spears and sharp blades were swung wildly, throwing the stumped limbs and arms into the sky like rain.

The cavalrymen covered with black beak masks are like the gods of death harvesting wandering souls in the night. The corpses run over by the cavalry's momentum are scattered, leaving a bloody and muddy road on the river bank where the black mist wriggles. .

Gambino took the lead, slashing and stabbing with an unpretentious straight sword, and the living corpses in front of him, whether they were skeleton soldiers possessed by the dead, strong and deformed ghouls, or ghost armor with only an empty shell , are nothing but dead bones in the grave, and there is no enemy.

The old man was not afraid of the fog, and he didn't even wear a gas mask. In the sturdy cavalry that pierced the night like a sharp blade, he was the sharpest arrow, and he was invincible at the point of the soldiers.

The pilgrim girls were arranged in the middle of the horse team, and they uniformly wore dark dustproof cloaks to resist the bloody wind and rain blowing in the middle of the night.

Anjaye has strengthened his perception to the point where even the flow of magic essence can be seen with the naked eye, captured in the wet, cold and viscous miasma, like countless illusory mayflies trying to penetrate through the armor, injecting evil curses and still retaining clarity within the living being.

The girl feels that the process of passing through the black mist is like falling into the breath of a giant beast that swallows the world. A stench that is different from the usual mist breath comes from the depths of the corrupted soul of some evil force-it is a kind that makes people tend to get lost in the air. In the miasma in front of his eyes, he lost the vicious magic power of madness.

Neither she nor Elsa, who was close at hand, wore a bird's beak mask—the bright halo of stars turned into blessings attached to the girls' bodies, blocking all evil in the mist that tried to erode this "proof of purity" .

"The star of innocence." This is one of the blessings given to them as the "Bridge Across the Stars and Tides", a coordinating witchcraft system that resonates with the astrology of "Chariot".

Elsa, who has a vision of shadows, is sensing the astrology of the sky above the clouds to prepare for the next use of the power of the star dome.

She knelt on the cap of the mushroom and stood upright, stretching out her graceful hands that were as white as ivory carvings and curved like swan necks, as if she wanted to catch the ever-changing whispers of stars from the sky.

As long as she doesn't speak and reveals her "happy person" essence, she can be regarded as an elegant beauty. (But this beauty doesn't have time, but she still doesn't forget to ask Anjaye to help with the memory shell)

Anjaye's heart was pounding, and he turned the memory shell, specially showing Elsa the beautiful silhouette outside the hood, and took a side close-up.

Before going out with the army, An Jiaye specially injected the potion "Rampant Takin's Tendon" into the heels of the two big mushrooms.

After absorbing the highly effective fertilizer, the two big mushrooms were full of energy at this time, and their uncontrollable rage rushed from their heels to the canopy. (╬￣dish￣)

On the legs as thick as tree stumps, with tough muscles harder than iron blocks, large chunks were swollen with blood and blood, running out afterimages that were difficult to recognize with the naked eye-so that the fat man whose weight is calculated in tons, unexpectedly performed no less than The speed of the galloping horse.

Anjaye performed the vine growth technique for this, and the tough branches emerged from the mushroom cover, wrapped around the slender waist and legs of the two girls, forming a simple saddle, which fixed the body so that they would not be thrown down.

The magic archer duo rode together on the same horse, and followed closely behind the galloping mushroom spirit. For Bunty, who was skilled in equestrianism since childhood, it was a long-lost pleasure to follow the cavalry to attack.

Jana's caravan is not suitable for marching and fighting, so the girl hugged the bagpipes and sat on the head of "Red Mushroom" Lance, and even the nest of mice she summoned stretched out their small claws and tied their tails to die. Cling to the vines.

The gloomy crystal ball on Jana's lap switches to another familiar's perspective, a lone owl hovering above her head, her sharp eagle eyes detecting possible enemies lurking in the mist, and driving the entire cavalry vistas, marked on the bird's-eye view of the crystal ball.

To Anjaye's surprise, the young lady Fanna followed the cavalry.

Fan Na leaned over to cling to the back of the steel horse spell that imprisoned the soul of the horse, a pair of flying winged riding boots stepped on the steel stirrups tightly, and the pitch-black cloak that the girl wore fluttered in the strong wind, covering her waist that was tightened by the vest. Proud curves.

The faint blue will-o'-the-wisp that fluttered from the eye sockets of the magic tool and the horse's hooves reflected on the girl's figure, adding a dark and sassy charm to Fanna's previous quiet and elegant temperament.

This cavalry team of about [-] people merged into the night and rushed out of the town of Duer, marching all the way to launch a fierce attack on the mountain "Tirion Hill" entrenched in fog.

Each of them is a warrior who has been tempered and tempered. Under the leadership of the mighty alpha wolf, they set off a wind of destruction in the wilderness with their fangs and claws.

And among the wolves that are as fast as the wind, there are also a few heretics mixed in - except for Fanna and her two followers, the Knights of the Cold Lake led by Earnshaw, and the group of five people who make trouble, it is destined that this is not an ordinary battle. the battle of—

"coming!"

Among the large clusters of astral rocks at the foot of the mountain, a large number of living corpses eaten by the black mist were gathered like an ant colony—they included ragged townspeople, bandits who instinctively grasped crude weapons, and demihumans with ferocious faces Swarms, giant monsters as big as hippopotamuses... a thick black mist, like a parasite, spilled from the hollows of their facial features and coiled around their shriveled and faded corpses.

A disease is prevalent in the age of fog, and it is the source of the disaster that the "fog tide" has turned the faces of all living beings in Wenland.

The disease is called "Fog Throat". Most of the time, the harmless mist will turn into a cursed mist when the "fog tide" strikes.

Those who inhale the mist are haunted by curses. If they do not get rid of the influence of the "fog tide" in time, the vitality in their bodies will eventually be lost and dried up, and they will become living corpses deprived of their sanity by evil spirits. Their throats can no longer express all beautiful words, but spit out The miasma became part of the mist, lingering in the dark depths forever, until the flesh and blood withered.

The so-called "fog disaster" refers to the extraordinary life suffering from "fog throat disease", which is deeply cursed and transformed into a beast of disaster karma.

Because of their strong vitality and obsession, they may not necessarily die. Instead, they may inhale too much evil mist to be strengthened, and the flesh and witchcraft will have the infection effect of mist corrosion.

The "fog disaster" will often continue to engulf other living corpses and grow stronger, forming a small moving fog tide.

The time limit of their activities is not necessarily limited to the prevalent period of the "fog tide", and they can even temporarily dissociate from the "fog tide", penetrate into the sphere of influence of various countries, set off waves of large-scale pollution that does not grow, and make their own scale grow like a snowball.

Often the appearance of "fog disaster" is a sign that a violent fog tide is about to erupt.

The dense fog covering the entire short mountain is the "fog plague" formed by the accumulation of these monsters that fell into the fog.

The demon lurking in the depths of the dwarf mountain has overwhelmed many nearby creatures.

Even though their original signs of life were imperfect and lacking in spirituality in the eyes of Anjaye, they were normal life forms after all, continuing the genetic information that has coexisted with the planet throughout the ages—but they were once dragged into the clutches of dirty selfish desires , twisted into a deformed puppet, it is really an atrocity that Anjaye, who regards the "beauty of nature" as a noble value, deeply hates it.

And now this miasma is trying to stop the little witches from making their rounds.

"It's really ugly. The existence that lacks beauty should be wiped out." Elsa covered her cherry mouth and made a proud three-part smile, "Xiao An, you think so too."

In the crowd of crawling corpses, a thick wall of white bones with venomous thorns suddenly rose up, blocking the path of the cavalry's sharp blade. Apparently, a black wizard hidden in the crowd of corpses cast a spell.

"Don't stay!" Gambino's long sword slammed into the air, and the thunderous sword wind rushed straight to the bone barrier rising from the ground, "Come on!"

Under the deep trust in the leader, the black cavalry did not stop, smashing all the corpses blocking the road to pieces.

The old man stepped on the star rock, and rode his horse and leaped along the sharp rock plate that pierced into the sky. Suddenly, he was suspended in the sky like a horse in the sky. The aura transmits the terrifying spiritual pressure to the long sword, and a thin tornado of smoke rises around the blade.

Suddenly, like lightning bursting from the center of the storm, the flash of sword light shattered the night with a bang.

The wall of cursed bones collapsed in the blink of an eye under the pressure of the old man's waterfall-like sword, and the aftermath of the sword's light did not stop, splitting a rift straight in the middle of the vast crowd of corpses.

The choking smoke, thicker than the black mist, rushed to the surroundings with the pressure of the sword - the shock wave spread violently, and even the cloaks and hoods of the girls watching the battle behind were lifted for a moment!

"As expected of His Excellency Gambino." Ronan of the "Tide Regiment", who also participated in the battle, also danced with a flowing sword on his horse, and chopped down a group of living wolf man corpses rushing from all sides, laughing loudly. "Who will force him to swing his sword seriously!"

It was also the first time for Anjaye to see Gambino make a move on the battlefield—even though he had a good judgment on the strength of the old wolf in his heart, this was just an "ordinary sword" leveling A special effect, which was almost as good as her poor little apprentice , the power that can only be released by exhausting all the magic essence.

This old and immortal "mortal" doesn't know how many hands he has hidden.

But the girl's mentality is calm, and her positioning for the team is not to attack difficulties head-on.Let Gambino, the sharp knife of the Emerald Tree Court, first test the depth of the enemy of the tour.

PS: Let the macho sell it first, and the noble Faye will have a good show later.

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Chapter 23 What is it like to hit a [-]-jin mushroom

Truth is within range of the spell.I hope my truth will one day reach the light of the stars. ——"Ankaye's Chat Notes"

The old wolf's shocking slash announced the beginning of the massacre.

Surrounded by the black mist, the fearless crowd of living corpses had already filled the gaps that had been flattened by swords like a flood, and collided head-on with the cavalry who had broken into the bone wall.

A two-headed ogre took the lead and rushed to the fracture, holding a sharpened thick log, trying to sweep the cavalry, but the cavalry with excellent riding skills split in front of it in an instant, and threw spears and flame bombs at the same time. The badly injured ogre immediately dropped the stick, covered his face and bent over, howling.

Seemingly unwilling to be upstaged by Gambino alone, Knight Earnshaw swooped down from the white steed, which was also in battle armor, and jumped onto the neck of the two-headed ogre.

His sharp fingernails tore the flesh of the ogre's back neck, grabbed the exposed thick spine, and chopped off the head that was reciting the witchcraft with a sword.

A spring of blood spewed out from the section, but it was aroused by the knight's fierce vindictiveness into rain of blood.

The head of the ogre, who still hadn't read half a spell, swallowed his last breath, rolled his eyes and became a trophy to prove the knight's bravery.

Earnshaw seized the other remaining head, and plunged the sword diagonally down into the large, bloodshot eye.

As a result, his head was directly blown into pieces by the imploding fighting spirit—hands and feet struggled and convulsed in vain, and the headless ogre fell like a landslide, crushing a large piece of living corpse behind him.

Knight Earnshaw blew a sharp whistle, and his beloved horse swerved and slammed the enemy in the way, and caught his master who jumped up from the ogre's corpse.

Knight Earnshaw continued to swing his great sword unstoppably, chopping off the shriveled heads one by one. Compared with the usually depressed silent knight, he with his armor like a bloody rain was the madman who showed his true nature.

"As expected of Machius the Severe Severe." Ronan sneered.

"Do you know him?" An Jiaye also asked from a distance.

"Of course, the butcher who once bloodied the cold lake." Ronan resumed his calm expression, "The atrocities of Earl Marshall's leading mad dog—'Skullcutter' can stop a child from crying at night."

"Do the nobles in the Lenghu Territory have a special preference for human heads?" An Jiaye thought of the spy who was headshot by Fanna's "splitting technique".

As a guest general, the bard was staying with the spellcasters at this time. Instead of going to the front line to kill, he picked up the elegant lute and played the exciting ancient battlefield melody "Orlando Friendship".

"Haha, you played well." Bunty raised the longbow above his head, "Long live Orlando!"

Anjaye also knew this pathetic and passionate song—a hymn sung in memory of Orlando, the famous general of the Ancient Fana Empire, "The Unyielding".

After the era of the Great Crash, the great empire that intimidated all the barbarians in Wenlan was torn apart as the capital was destroyed by the meteor.General Orlando started from a humble age, and in order to repay the kindness of his knowledge, he assisted the "Last Emperor" in his expeditions to the north and south.

But no matter how loyal and unparalleled a hero is, he can't defy the huge waves of the times after all. In the end, he was deeply isolated and helpless, and he was defeated and died. The watch of the warriors of all ages.

The small flowing water spirit is entangled on the body of the piano, and the vast mantra like the waves of the water wheel fluctuates with the piano sound praising the legend of heroes, submerging the battlefield of gold and iron horses, and attaching a layer of azure blue to the cavalry who are bravely charging around. The magic element purifies the aura to resist the gradually increasing evil fog.

As a result, this iron cavalry that tore through the night also turned into a torrent of blue light, smashing through the obstacles of the black mist and bone wall, and rushing wantonly in the gloomy tide of corpses.

"So this is the origin of 'Waves'?" An Jiaye finally understood the gold content of Ronan's name.

"Is it time for us to go into battle?" Bounty seemed to be inspired by the atmosphere of the fierce battle, and inspired the blood of the knight's inheritance, regardless of the fact that Adele, who was tied behind her with a thick rope, was about to be bumped and vomited.

"Hold it and don't make a move. It's not good to alert the enemy." At the same time, An Jiaye reached out and stopped Elsa who was eager to try with an iron bar.

The trump card should be reserved for critical moments, and the spellcaster, as the strongest force of the team, must know how to endure. I didn't see that Fanna was just buffing her own knights with spells.

"Before that, let Bill and Lance play with them."

The group of living corpses rushing towards the girls was right in front of them. Facing all kinds of hideous and deformed ugly monsters, lying on the ground like toads catching insects, An Jiaye only felt a slight physical disgust, but he lost his previous life. The fear of horror movies.

I don't know if it's the residual effect of the potion, or I was annoyed by the sting of the skin of the feet by a group of monsters with crude weapons - the two big mushrooms that were usually simple and straightforward became angry, and the bulging facial expressions suddenly protruded an angry expression. Full.

Bill swung his three-hundred-pound wooden mallet like a chicken leg with both hands, while Lance, in addition to the mallet with one hand, also held the shaman staff passed down from generation to generation by the Mushroom tribe in the other hand—it was also a huge beige The color of the mushroom stick is also covered with ferocious natural spikes on the head of the fungus.

This mushroom stick once lived in symbiosis with the root system of Ludir's tutor body, and was nourished by the deep magic field of the oak tree witch to grow mighty and strong. Langka Corynebacterium", which means "Hercules' stick". (The Corynebacterium has a prototype, which is really like a "chicken leg stick")

This mushroom mallet with the "hardening technique" fixed was swung by Lance, who possessed great power, and he bowed left and right, which was even better than its brother Bill in terms of damage.