Witch Forest Friends Club

The pitch-black flames spread from the fluttering butterfly wings, and quickly ignited a fierce and blazing wall of fire on the city wall, chasing and playing with the scarecrow soldiers, turning them into howling torches——the Fusion Resentment hidden in the scarecrows The souls struggled to rush into the demonic vortex in the sky.

These butterflies blooming with shadows and fireworks in the flight do not gather together by smelling the fragrance of the flowers, but they themselves spread the smell of gunpowder and death, as gorgeous and dangerous as Elsa who summoned them.

"Almost, the master should know how to treat us politely."

Anjaye shot a mushroom firework towards the sky. The red mushroom man waved a flag to express peace, and the fireworks were combined into a line of distinctive Fana language.

"Ceasefire negotiations!"

The onslaught from the city wall gradually stopped.

Under Fan Na's instruction, the Great Demon Crow landed on the city wall with a bang, like a huge incarnation of a storm, slamming into the wall violently, and just waved its wings easily, it swept down the scarecrow soldiers and ballistas around.

Seeing that this section of the city wall had been wiped clean, An Jiaye and others landed one after another from the back of the big demon crow, and Elsa's shadow wall of fire circled a safe open space around them.

"We are not here for war." Fan Na announced up and down the city wall with amplifying skills, "Allies of the Bird Witch, please treat her descendants with courtesy."

However, the response she received was not friendly. The swirling demonic miasma clouds in the sky seemed to overwhelm the sky—they were all densely packed swarms of Hellcrows.

Their vicious and sinister blood-red eyes flickered in the dark miasma, and their piercing sound waves mixed with the roar of the great demon crow, like a large group of wraiths thirsting for flesh and blood and a huge monster confronting each other in a storm.

When the girls are surrounded by a strange and sinister flock of crows.

A specially dressed scarecrow hobbled forward with a dim oil lamp.

From the tattered and moldy pile of straw on its body, a thick and gloomy miasma leaked out, like the foam from a fire extinguisher, blowing out the shadowy wall of fire spreading on the city wall.

It was wearing a housekeeper's uniform covered in blood scabs, with tattered patches sewn on it, and rusty cursed iron nails pierced its joints and face.

Two pale eyeballs glued together by thick nerves hang from the irregular holes in the scarecrow's face.

Anjaye's magic eyes, through the gaps in the blood-soaked face, discovered that there was a gray and energetic brain beating in this straw head that should have been empty.

"I am the steward of Ravenhold, Lyman Rotheart."

This weird straw-hulled creature spoke words of welcome with a blood-red tongue sewn into its mouth like rags, but the words were so hoarse and windy that it made one's scalp numb.

"Master has been waiting for a long time, all guests, please follow me to the Guillotine Tower."