Witch Forest Friends Club

The girl still held her breath, immersed her mind in the peaceful atmosphere brought by the curling incense, and waited for the great wizard's next words.

"The Flashya tribe was one of the cornerstones of King Gondor's rule in the past. Gloria's mother was the daughter of the previous chief, but their entire tribe was destroyed in the Battle of the Black Marsh Territory."

The great wizard Yunying sighed, "There is no way out for the Gaote people to linger in the mountains."

"Goria, she has the consciousness to recognize a thief as her father, and she also has the courage to overcome obstacles."

"The career of becoming a mercenary has allowed her to see the changing and decadent appearance of this world."

"Her enemies and opponents have taught her how to use a sword, but she still needs a pair of eyes that can help her discern the way forward."

The great wizard said cautiously: "It's like the relationship between me and the king of Gondor."

"I'm just an apprentice witch, what qualifications do I have to be the king's partner?"

The girl felt a mountain of pressure filling her chest.

Because there was a ready-made fur ball in her bosom, she didn't pinch the mushroom on the staff, but tightly grasped the soft and warm ball with both hands, so that Melsa made a weird cry.

"Except for me, there is no decent spellcaster in the tribe anymore." The great wizard said frankly after being silent for a while.

"I killed Oga's Northern Archmage back then, but I also suffered heavy injuries. Gaut's wizards were all exhausted in that battle. Even my most outstanding disciple died in Bofeili in order to protect the king. under O's sword."

Hearing the regret in the soul in front of him, An Jiaye couldn't help feeling sorry for it.

The severance of inheritance is such a sad thing for spellcasters who are willing to use firewood to continue the ancient wisdom.

"Little girl, let me tell you a story."

The fire of soul in the eyes of great wizard Yunying suddenly turned into thunder that split the dark clouds.

"This is a secret passed down from one line to another among the great wizards of Gott."

Anjaye's heart was pounding, which was the witch's instinctive reaction to being attracted by the mystery—even though she knew that she might not be able to turn back after hearing this story.

"Caesar, the ancient dragon and thunderbolt, is not dead."

"Everyone thought it was killed by Mrs. Stella, but how could the body of a demigod dissipate in this world so easily?"

"Ms. Stella made a curse oath with it, asking it to serve the sentence for the sins of the past, and this grievance will not be resolved until the seal is broken one day. So Caesar's dragon soul, under the suppression of the broken star dragon gun, It has been sleeping on the top of the gods for a long time, and blocked the way to the peak for mortals with the prison of dragon thunder. Before it was sealed, it swore that if a warrior could break through the dragon thunder and wake it up from its deep sleep, it would give that person unimaginable strength."

The great wizard patted the thick bear skin under his body, and the huge bear head, which was used as a stepping stone under his feet, still vividly displayed the ferocity before birth.

"Three years ago, Gloria returned from the mist and brought back the bear fur that was doing evil in the mountains. She defeated [-] warriors of the tribe in a row with crushing power, which proved her bravery. This growth is worthy of being called the Thunder Holder blood, so I told her the secret."

"The Gotts need a new king."

"And she is willing to gamble with her life."

"In this way, the young Gloria, our proud flower of Shining Teeth, climbed to the top of the god with bare hands, and became the second person to bathe in the blood of the dragon and quench the fire from the sky thunder after the first king of 'Grassing Thunder'. Warrior, also pulled out the legendary battle ax 'Doganlei' embedded in the dragon's skull!"

"In ancient times, she would have been the natural choice of the God of Hunting, but our connection with the gods has been broken for countless centuries.

"Since the new king has been born, why should I cherish this old life."

The great wizard raised his skinny middle index finger and pointed at his dark eye sockets.

"For this reason, I went deep into the storm in the Netherworld, looking for an opportunity for the Gotts to move forward in the mist. Although I lost these eyes, I also saw the revelation."

The thunder in the great wizard's eye sockets gradually disappeared, and returned to two sparks again.

"Is it a sacrifice from Dayuan?" An Jiaye knew that it was not simply blindness. "From the concept of existence, let the eyes become a sacrifice in exchange for power."

"That's right." The great wizard laughed hoarsely, "The Academy must have recorded this kind of sacrifice."

"Since Caesar the Thunderer gave Gloria the dragon's blood baptism, why does it still stay on the top of the god when it wakes up?" An Jiaye finally couldn't help wondering, she thought of the magnificent dragon carcass that she watched from afar yesterday.

"Caesar itself rejected the resuscitation, but it didn't break its promise and let Gloria come back with strength."

The great wizard bowed his head and considered.

"According to the enlightenment I got, Vinland will soon be caught in an unprecedented storm. I'm afraid that ancient dragon has also foreseen it, thinking that the time to pull out the dragon spear has not yet come."

"But Gloria and we can't wait any longer!"

The great wizard shook the bone wind chime on the wizard staff.

"Got's king's heart must be practiced. Since Goliath has passed the test of being a king, she is qualified to decide the path she wants to take."

"After discussing with her, I decided that she would go find the 'King's Eyes'—if you become a real witch, she will bring you back."

When the great wizard said this, he seemed to want to ease the pressure on the girl, and threw out his conditions.

"Madame Stella left the origin power of the sealed ancient dragon on the top of the god. If you want to explore the secret of the strongest witch in the world, the only person who is qualified to take you there is Gloria."

"This temptation is really irresistible." An Jiaye couldn't help showing a wry smile of powerlessness.

"Think carefully, girl." The gloomy expression of the great wizard returned to a mountain-like calm.

He suddenly raised his index finger and pointed at the girl: "Your soul is a little weak, which caused the magic element to become disordered."

Anjaye suddenly felt vigilant, she could only think that it was because of the fetal movement of the devil's egg.

"Don't worry, it won't have much impact. After smelling my incense, you'll be fine after a night of rest. Those who explore the great source will always encounter such small problems."

The great wizard then poked out his shriveled nose covered with age spots and sniffed lightly: "It's just the smell of your soul, which is also very strange."

An Jiaye's heartstrings twitched uncontrollably, but fortunately the great wizard did not get entangled in issues related to her biggest secret.

"Next, I will meet with two guests. You can listen in the back room."

Anjaye nodded with respect: "Thank you."

The girl stood up slowly holding the staff tightly. It seemed that the great wizard wanted her to get in touch with the secrets of this tour.

A colorless and odorless mist suddenly spewed out from the old man's slightly opened dry mouth, covering the figures of An Jiaye and Goliath, forming a fog-colored cloak that cut off the detection of thoughts.

After the girls went around to the back of the main seat and sat down in the small secret room separated by animal skins, the great wizard rang the bell to call the warriors outside the camp, and after a few orders, there was a sound of calm and powerful footsteps inside the tent Hey, a new guest has arrived.

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Sitting cross-legged on the low table next to Anjaye in the secret room, a strange mist suddenly gushed out of a human skull flickering with ghostly lights, and then a full-dimensional tent was reflected in the swirling thick mist. inner scene.

"This is the vision of the great wizard's soul." An Jiaye immediately realized.

Including the figure of the great wizard himself, the vision of the soul is aggregated into a dark picture with dense and solid magic particles.

Directly opposite the great wizard, where Anjaye had been seated before, was the figure of the old wolf sitting upright.

Although An Jiaye had already guessed that it would be him, he was also looking forward to what kind of communication would happen between the two monster-like old men.

"Master Yunying, we have arrived as scheduled." Gambino's usual cunning and fierce look disappeared, and he replaced it with a solemn and alert expression, "Have you found the whereabouts of the distinguished guest from the north? "

"Hehe, Anthony's wolf son. Although I have no eyes, my Stormhawk is soaring above the mountains, and no one can escape the sight above the clouds and mist." The great wizard coughed gloomily and said, "Tomorrow they will will arrive at the scheduled location."

"Very well, according to the agreement, I have also prepared sacrifices." Gambino nodded to the great wizard, "Just today, let the ancient covenant continue again."

"I want a promise." The great wizard suddenly twisted the witch's staff with both hands, and the pale bone wind chime hanging from the staff's head made a strange and rapid shaking sound.

"Having the promise of the academy is not enough?" Gambino responded indifferently.

"It's not just a school—" the great wizard shook his head cautiously, "This is also a deal between me and you. My chips are so precious, and you have to exchange them for something equivalent."

"Knowing that the great wizard values ​​personal vows, I have already prepared."

The old wolf raised his hands and clapped them hard.

Then a man covered in a thick cloak crept in from outside the tent. He reached out and lifted off the dusty hood. Seeing the calm and scarred face, Anjaye couldn't help but feel his heart throbbing.

It's Ronan!

"Is that your promise?"

The invisible and extremely oppressive soul vision of the great wizard focused on the bard.

"It's no wonder that the Black Marsh Society is willing to cooperate with our group of enemies." Not long after, the great wizard seemed to suddenly realize, and then a sinister and terrifying smile appeared on the face of the shriveled skeleton.

That smile was full of anger and low at first, and soon rolled vigorously like thunder in the big tent—it is really hard to imagine that a dying person can make such a shocking long smile.

"Everyone thought you were dead."

It took a long time for the great wizard to stop his creepy laugh: "Mixed-blood lion cub that fell into the mud, aren't you afraid that the grievances of the entire Gott family will be vented on you?"

The vision in the mist that Anjaye saw was firmly locked on Ronan's tough face, and it magnified in sharp fluctuations.

"I came here to eliminate hatred. Compared with the great cause of the survival of the peninsula, why should I be afraid of personal life and death." The demeanor condensed on Ronan's body at this moment resisted the coercion of the great wizard with awe-inspiring righteousness - the ferocious line on the young man's face The scar of the knife is extremely eye-catching with the opening and closing of the lips.

The man suddenly tore open the clothes on his chest, exposing his heart which was also covered with scars.

"I heard that the Gott tribe has a witch curse to swear blood as an alliance. I would like to make an oath with the blood curse in exchange for the friendship of your ministry. I will never abandon it forever."

"How?" Gambino said, "With the protection of the Academy and his oath, the Gotts will be able to return to their homeland one day—and everything we do is for the safety of the peninsula."

"Only the king can make a decision in Gott. If you can survive until that day, make a covenant with the king we have chosen."

The great wizard turned his attention back to the old wolf again.

"Since you have prepared this card, I agree now. See you tomorrow in the Blood Feast Arena."

The old wolf suddenly slapped his thigh and stood up.

"Farewell, Great Wizard Yunying."

"Farewell, Anthony's son."

With the departure of the two guests, the image presented by the fog dissipated immediately.

The two and one cat who witnessed the whole negotiation fell into a storm of turbulent contemplation.

"You have all heard it." The great wizard broke the silence and said, "You can go, little girl, and take that skull with you. This is the only gift I can give you."

Anjaye pondered for two breaths, and then reached out to touch and grab the skeleton without delay. The girl knew that it was a horcrux that sealed the witchcraft of the Shinya tribe.

She stared at the eye sockets of the skeleton frozen in death, imagining what kind of eyes there had been there before she was alive. The girl put the skull into her sleeves, and bowed her head to the chief seat who was separated by a curtain.

"Thank you, Gott's Eagle."

"Gloria, help me witness to the end." After a faint cough, the great wizard seemed to fall into a deep sleep and remained silent.

"Grandpa Gru, thank you for your guidance." Goliath got up and pulled Anjaye up, and lifted the animal skin tapestry behind the tent.

Meowersa jumped from Anjaye's arms and ran out of the big tent first, and the girl also left through the hidden entrance behind the tent.

Behind the great wizard's tent, facing the burial ground of the warriors of Gott.

At this time, the moon is gradually rising, and the evening primroses all over the mountains and the mist that settles along the hills, under the brilliance of the silvery moon, sway a vast and mysterious beauty.

Even in the cemetery where countless dead people rest forever, there is a huge sense of sacredness condensed by longing.

Gloria took the lead and walked towards the tomb in silence. She suddenly put her hands on the back of her head and turned her head to look at Anjaye.

"The great wizard is powerful. If he was not injured, he would never be inferior to the eclipse witch in your tree court."

"What are you and Gambino going to do?" Anjaye stopped and asked indifferently.

The secret talk she came across today was such a heavy and terrifying topic—the most mysterious people in the team who were linked together by the patrol were all involved in a misty conspiracy.

The girl's gaze unconsciously fell on the big white cat at her feet.

Antony's wolf son, Ronan of the half-blood lion—

And Elsa, what mystery is she hiding in the mist?

"We haven't seen each other for six years, Xiao An." Gloria's nostalgic sigh awakened the girl from her delusions.

This exclamation made the girl suddenly realize that apart from the long journey to the academy, she and Gloria were old friends who rarely get together.

After she was eligible to reach an exchange agreement with the old wolf, Gloria would occasionally accompany the old wolf to the temporary market held for apprentices under the outer wall of Galantia every once in a while.

Every time he saw Goliath, Anjaye would notice a new transformation in her—from a young warrior to a tall and heroic heroine.

Until the last time we met, there was a gap of six years. If the old wolf did not occasionally bring her news and gifts, the girl might think that Gloria had already died in the mist.

The female barbarian is as perfect as the silhouette of the sculpture of a god, isolated among the tombstones, not knowing whether she is remembering the lost compatriots or her own past.

Her silver-gray short hair, like the moonlight swaying in the scent of flowers and blood, touched a part of the soft sensibility in the girl's heart.

"I promise you."

Anjaye raised his hand seriously, holding his staff steady towards Goliath.

Seeing this, Mielsa jumped up in a hurry and scratched her trouser legs.

The female warrior suddenly turned her head in the mist of moonlight, her flickering smile was so beautiful.

"Let's see tomorrow's battle—" The dragon hunting ax that Goliath raised far away, and the girl's slender and delicate staff of heart buds were connected to form crossing tracks in the moonlight.

The evening primroses all over the mountains and plains are whispering, and the spirits of the ancestors wake up from the beds buried in the earth.