Witch Forest Friends Club

"Don't let me go yet." An Jiaye pretended to be calm and calm, and tapped Elsa's head lightly with the "heart bud stick".

The protection of the celestial phenomena dissipated as the dawn approached, turning into little fluorescent debris and scattered around, like stardust falling into the world, blowing on the beautiful faces of the two girls.

"Haven't you been hit by the petrified ray? My lovely and brave lady, please allow me to serve you."

"No, let me down quickly." An Jiaye resisted a trace of embarrassment in his heart, "When Kardashian is dead, petrification will be invalid."

The girl hurriedly broke away from her best friend's embrace, stabilized her still stiff limbs with a mushroom stick, and looked at Elsa silently on the lake.

The white-haired girl suddenly showed a smile that made even the stars look pale.

She casually took up the corners of the cloak that had been cut to pieces by the wind pressure, like lifting a gorgeous long dress that didn't exist, turned towards Anjaye, bowed her knees gracefully and bowed her head, giving a ball ceremony.

Damn it, Anjaye covered her mouth and turned around like a frightened mimosa, almost letting Elsa see the faint blush emerging from under the glasses frame.

Why is this girl so provocative!

The black-haired girl straightened her hair and staggered towards the river bank, but finally stopped, turned sideways, and stretched out her hand silently behind her.

Waiting for Elsa to hold her reserve like a knight.

........

When the little witches on the bridge, having finally dealt with the scourge of this existential crisis, celebrated with hugs or tossed peaked hats.

On the wall on the other side of the town, a battle in the dark had also just ended.

Gambino pulled the straight sword out of the fallen black wizard's mouth, and then swipe the blade towards the corpse a few times. The black wizard burst into pus in the splash of blood. He carried the blood-stained straight sword on the ground. On the shoulder, the expression on the half-faced iron face is as quiet as a rock.

A wailing and deformed wraith suddenly sprang out from the bursting blood, but when it touched the cold starlight overflowing from the old man's body, it turned into green smoke and evaporated and dissipated.

Under the low wall where Gambino stood, there were piles of corpses, all of which were stained with the characteristics of demonized monsters.

A dark blue fluid suddenly flowed out from under the old man's boots, like pulsating and glowing blood vessels, densely spreading on the mountain of corpses.

Gambino swung his sword and lightly slashed across his feet. The fluid and the sword tip rubbed off sparks, igniting a wisp of blue flame—the mountain of corpses quietly turned into a flying star amidst the violent star fire. Ashes become part of the vast morning mist.

Against the morning wind blowing from the southerly field, the old wolf looked at the shadow of the towering mushroom bushes in front of the river bridge, and smelled the calmness in the fog, so he jumped off the city wall.

The black cloak unfolded in mid-air, and Gambino had a sharp smile on his face.

"Good job."

.......

The night of the mighty devil's mischief finally ushered in the dawn.

All that remains is the shriveled skin and bones and the flourishing spectacle of mushrooms to greet the survivors who have awakened from the long night.

The fragmented remains of the giant snake and the huge mushroom bushes blocked the river on the north side of the bridge—broken snake letters were washed up on the shore, Kardashian's old and wrinkled upper body was paralyzed in the pool of blood on the river beach, like a fungal bush The little bug, which had lost its water and dried up, exhausted its last bit of strength to struggle, but it just squirmed with difficulty.

In her eyes that were about to lose their life, what she saw were mushrooms scattered on the beach like shells, and women's pointed bottomless leather boots limping along, covered with sand.

"I think you won't get an answer if I ask you now." An Jiaye came to her and sighed softly.

"Release."

The girl raised the mushroom staff and stabbed it heavily on the face of the man who had been eroded by the corpse toadstool, piercing Kardashian's remaining consciousness.

The demon, who lost all his power and was tortured by the curse, finally took his last breath.

I don't know if her dim eyes will reflect the scenery she saw when she wandered on the Witch's Road many years ago?

(Slaughtered prey)

When the girl was about to turn around and leave, a stream of thin and dark mist gushed out from Kardashian's rapidly melting body.

Only Anjaye could see that the black mist that covered Kardashian's blurred face surged into her body.

"What's going on?" An Jiaye held his chest and said in disbelief, "This is... the soul of the devil?"

As if touching back in time, some long-term memories that did not belong to her naturally came to mind.

In the depths of her soul, there was a clear change in the contents of that long-sealed scroll—the hell contract.

The devil's egg, which had been silent for more than ten years, finally started to move.

After a brief trance, the girl came back to her senses and quickly calmed down her wavering spirit.

Anjaye looked back and looked around. The corpse toadstool forest was constantly disintegrating and falling off the potted snake body, and fell into the water waves with a "crash"—an unnatural growth state that was too large to be stimulated by witchcraft, and it would eventually be difficult Bearing the price of overgrowth, it also withers itself as a part of corruption.

Fungi have been active in the unknown world since the founding era when the lands of Vinland rose from the dark abyss, maintaining the balance of nature. The forest witches in the past looked forward to using mushroom witchcraft to create a world without hunger and pain. The beautiful fairy tale world of struggle.

But its power is too terrifying, and if it falls into the hands of a fallen witch like Kardashian, who has an ominous old age, it will only cause a disaster that backfires.

She must not repeat the same mistakes.

Anjaye turned around and walked towards his companions waiting on the bridge, leaving a series of footprints of different shades on the river beach.

Under the night where fungal flowers wither and wither.

The girl's back is full of determination.

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Chapter 34 Can the soul break its wings?

If there is a way to the abyss under your feet, how can you just get lost?I will bloom mushrooms all the way, so that life can be spread all the way in, and the way back can be found when retreating. ——"Ankaye's Chat Notes"

When Gambino returned to the camp, the evil fog that had enveloped the town of Duer all night had been driven away by the spirit of the wind summoned by the little witches.

The huge and gentle eddy swirls spectacularly over the town, dispelling the dark mist and restoring the original color of the town—but it also makes the traumatized scene under the night fall into the eyes of the survivors. He's choked up for decades, but he couldn't wash away the pain deposited in many tearful eyes.

Under Gambino's behest, Jose Sr. cleared up the discipline of the mercenaries, and with the strict supervision of the wolf cubs, all the scum who wanted to take advantage of the fire and rob them became honest.

His subordinates cooperated with the militiamen in the town of Duer to evacuate the people who woke up from the long night of nightmares, and went around to eliminate monsters that might still be hiding in some corners and thirsty for human flesh.There are also many remains of the townspeople who were dug out from under the devastated ruins, or simply reduced to part of the burned corpses.

Even though it was saved from the near-death situation overnight, the originally prosperous and prosperous town was still facing a crisis that could not survive.

The surviving elders of the town, headed by the mayor of the town, Mr. Rhett, got rid of the fear and held a worried meeting in the government affairs hall.

When Anjaye rushed to the temporary ward opened by the Government Affairs Office, what he saw was Lettice lying unconscious on the hospital bed.

The girl's whole body had already been petrified, but under Fan Na's tireless efforts to break the curse, the glamorous red hair regained its vitality.

Fan Na was holding the flying bird staff tightly, and stood by Lettice's bed. The minor injuries she suffered from fighting the basilisk didn't seem to affect her too much.Behind her were a few apprentices from the Star Stone Department and the Rune Department, discussing various rescue measures-after the petrification was lifted, Lettice was still unconscious.

The ward also housed other wounded little witches. Among the 34 pilgrims, excluding the eight who followed Gambino to attack Tiriocho, three of them died and five were injured in the town overnight.

The most seriously injured was undoubtedly Lettice.

"Vanna."

Lu Ke also knelt down at the foot of the bed. The girl's well-groomed blue hair was messier than Jana's nest head, and her round and clean face was also haggard overnight.

"Letice, she escaped with us, and was turned into stone by that monster in order to cover everyone into the government affairs hall."

"After opening the star stone enchantment, we only dared to hide inside, and didn't dare to fight against monsters at all."

The girl grabbed the bed and lowered her head, tears streaming down her face.

"I'm pretty useless, but Lettice is really brave. I'm sorry... Huh, save her."

The wings of Vanna's flying bird staff were still emitting dense white light in vain, trying to neutralize the residue of the demon's curse with blessing witchcraft, but the pale face of the red-haired girl seemed to fall into a nightmare that would never wake up.

"It's just useless to undo the petrification." An Jiaye watched for a while, shaking his head, the power of the curse had eroded for too long, and had already penetrated into Lettice's brain and nerves.

Fan Na got up suddenly, came to An Jiaye, bowed her head and begged, "Senior An, I know you have a solution, can Lettice still be saved?"

"I need some time and space to prepare the potion." Anjaye turned his head and shuffled towards an empty table, "I also need the assistance of someone who can cast the soul-returning spell."

"I'll do it." Fan Na insisted.

Anjaye brought the equipment for preparing the potion with him, and with the help of other witches, he prepared auxiliary medicinal materials—and the core of the potion material was the "elf saddle" that the girl picked up by the river.

As the "sacrifice" of casting spells, after being transformed into "magic bacteria" by Anjaye's "Curse of Truth", it can be strengthened on the basis of the original characteristics.

For example, the "elf saddle" was originally inedible, but it absorbed a huge amount of chaotic energy from the devil, and transformed it into a "magic-eating fungus" with strong vitality. Functional function——Treat it carefully as a potion material, and it can play a very good role.

Anjaye has always liked the value of making the best use of everything.

So she didn't waste the mushrooms that Kardashian bought with her life, whether it was corpse toadstools or "elf saddle" - she took Elsa to collect a lot by the river bank for emergencies.

After Anjaye used the silver funnel to feed the well-prepared "brain-rejuvenating potion", Lettice's symptoms gradually stabilized, while Fan Na concentrated on performing the soul-resurrection technique, and the white light of the staff gently shone on Lettice's cheeks, transforming Be the ever-burning light that guards her from waking up from her nightmare.

"Her brain activity is recovering, and the remnants of the curse have also been eliminated." Anjaye packed up the tools regretfully, "It's just that some muscles in the limbs are necrotic and need time to recuperate. She—"

When the girl said this, she lowered her head and showed a look of unbearable expression: "I can't go on the parade anymore."

Counting the three companions who died, the patrol team was reduced by one-tenth.

Lu Ke held Lettice's hand tightly, as if holding a withered red rosebud: "How is it possible? Lettice...she has been looking forward to going to the capital."

Faced with the desire to overthrow the facts in the unbelievable eyes of Fan Na and Lu Ke, An Jiaye shook his head seriously and rejected the plea.

Luke covered her face, trembling all over.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault... If my defensive witchcraft is stronger, maybe Lettice will be fine..."

Just when Luke was almost sobbing on the ground, the red-haired girl's eyelashes twitched slightly, she finally opened her eyes from a long night's sleep, and said angrily, "Fanna, Luke...is that you?"

She reluctantly turned her face away as she spoke, and was in a daze for a while before she recognized the face waiting beside her.

"Sorry, I didn't protect everyone well."

The girl asked earnestly and anxiously.

"Is the town okay? Fanna, you saved us from that demon."

Sadness overflowed in Fanna's rippling blue eyes, and the blond girl resisted the tears welling up in her eyes, don't overdo it to hide her guilt.

Lettice also seemed to have noticed something, and after a short period of dullness, she turned to comfort her friend.

"It doesn't matter, as long as the demon is defeated, everyone will rebuild the town soon, Fanna, why are you crying?"

At this moment, Anjaye silently left the ward.

She held her staff in both hands, and her steps were heavier and stiffer than usual—the girl found Mayor Rhett waiting at the door. This tall and burly man, after struggling through the troubled and helpless government affairs meeting, seemed to be finally captured by reality. The crushed pillars trembled.

"Miss An, is my daughter really hopeless? Has she really become a cripple and unable to complete the tour?"

Facing Anjaye's indifferent expression, Mayor Reid subconsciously glanced at her leg again, consciously slipping his tongue.

"I'm sorry, I know you've tried your best. It's just that Lettice has been...Obviously as long as the tour is completed, the town of Dull can have its own guardian witch."

Facing the remorse on the mayor's face, An Jiaye just walked around the sad man calmly and left a word.

"She sacrificed her dream to protect you. As a father, you should be proud of her."

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Anjaye was about to leave the government affairs hall to meet Elsa and the others who were waiting in the square, but at the entrance of the gate, they encountered an old wolf with a pungent smell of blood.

Even though there were traces of the bloodshed in the night all over his body, Gambino still raised his hand to greet her as if nothing had happened.Crossing the battlefield where death is rampant is a daily routine for him.

"It seems that you are luckier than the devil, Xiao An. How was the experience of killing a strong enemy for the first time in your life?" Gambino strode forward with thick-soled combat boots, crunching the carefully polished wooden floor of the government affairs hall recklessly. Noisy, leaving blood-stained footprints. "It would be even better if I could use the gift I gave you."

"I don't know how to use a sword." An Jiaye held up the mushroom staff, his face was so cold that he didn't want to waste any expression on this villain, "I have this is enough."

"Believe my vision, I have long thought that you are as suitable for holding a sword as Gloria."

"I won't believe the words of the person who hides behind the little girl and shows off his prestige." Anjaye still hated Gambino for pushing them into the dangerous battlefield last night, but he himself took advantage of the despicable business.

Gambino shook his thick neck, and a series of crackling sounds burst out from the neck bones, mocking the girl's stubborn words.

"What are you doing here again?" An Jiaye continued to ask mercilessly, "Are you going to blackmail those cowardly masters again?"

Before the old wolf could respond, their conversation was interrupted by an intruder.

"Gambino." The deliberately suppressed anger suddenly came from behind Anjaye.

The girl and the old wolf turned their heads, and both saw Fanna's angry figure.

"Is this what you want?"

At this time, the blond girl had lost her usual composure, and questioned in a sharp voice.

"I think it's ironic." The old wolf shrugged, lowered half of his stone-scaled face, and approached Fanna with a sneer, as if threatening. "They didn't choose to go to the battlefield, but they ended up miserable instead."

Fan Na was so irritated by his bad performance that he fueled the flames, she tore off her face in the end.

"If my plan is followed, the three companions will not die, and Lettice will not be forced to leave the team!"

"So come to me now to ask questions?" Gambino said unmoved, "Tourism is not a house-playing game that can be completed by hiding behind other people's backs."

"Those who dare not face life and death are not qualified to survive in the age of mist. For generations, we have come here by stepping on the river of blood of the same kind."