Witch Forest Friends Club

"Cunning little guys." The old knight snorted coldly, looking around at the Dandelion squad surrounded, "Are you really witches?"

"Uncle, you are not wronged. Surrendering will not hurt your honor because you are outnumbered." Bounty continued to express his affection.

"Okay." The old knight threw down his shield and raised his hands to cover his head, "I surrender."

Then he was bound by Adele's magic rope, tied tightly from hand to foot, and was dragged out of the carriage by Bunty.

"Little girl, take it easy, I'm an old bone." The old knight gnawed on the mud, and even his well-trimmed mustache was stained with muddy water, very annoyed.

"That's not how you cut someone with a sword just now." Bounty looked contemptuous.

On the other side, Elsa used the hand of the mage and opened the door of the carriage.

Anjaye stepped forward and cast an antidote spell on the unconscious girl in the carriage.

The red-haired beauty and the female officer wearing a nun's turban woke up slowly, looking at the little witches surrounding them in a daze.

Seeing that the female officer was about to touch the meteor hammer, Anjaye waved his magic staff again, and the white mushrooms quickly clustered from the walls of the carriage, like soft and inflated airbags, filled the carriage in the blink of an eye, squeezing the girl They couldn't move.

Just after waking up from a coma, Her Highness the Princess, who was firmly held down by the mushroom, couldn't help but let out a dull exclamation, but couldn't break free, and could only squeeze her head out of the gap between the mushrooms.

"Protest!" The old knight said angrily at this moment, "Nobles should be treated with courtesy, and we are willing to pay the ransom!"

However, none of the little witches paid any attention to him.

An Jiaye took out the scroll from his arms and unfolded it, looking up and down at the face that was deeply amazed by her critical aesthetic.

Elsa also came over to make a comment: "Although she has grown up a lot, she still has the same temperament."

"We surrender." The poor princess, who fell into the hands of the witch, took a few deep breaths, with a calm expression of resignation.

"Can you speak Farana?" The kitten stretched out his hand curiously, stroking the princess's red hair, which was as fragrant and smooth as the waves of roses.

"Indecent and shameless witch." The female officer also cursed in stiff Faradays, "Don't touch Her Royal Highness! You should be tied to a cross and wait for the merciful trial of the church."

An Jiaye stretched out his staff again, and instantly a tough mushroom ball blocked that chattering little mouth.

"Keep quiet, miss, if you don't want mushrooms growing in your throat."

"Please don't hurt her." Princess Tini said nervously, "Lilian is a loyal and upright person, and she is my personal lady."

Even though she was immobilized by the mushroom airbag, the girl tried her best to maintain a dignified demeanor.

"Ms. Witches——I am the Elector of the Southern Territory of Sad, the eldest daughter of Grand Duke Antonio, Tini Rachel Antonio."

"I hope to be treated with kindness."

Even if she wanted to pick a thorn in Princess Tini out of a woman's instinctive jealousy, Anjaye had to admit that the first impression of this Highness was excellent.

She nodded indifferently, and swung her staff to release the restraint of the fungal air sac.

The lady officer who was stuffed with mushroom mouth balls because of her bad words was tied up all over by the "magic rope" and went with the old knight. Only the princess is better, at least her feet are free and comfortable dignity.

"Adeli, set off the fireworks." Anjaye confirmed that the task was completed.

The quill staff draws a firework-like rune in the void, and it rises like a flare to the sky. Then, a striking magic firework explodes in the rainstorm, and expands into a red mushroom with cute emoticons in the blink of an eye. people smiley.

Under the brilliance of the gorgeous magic essence, An Jiaye lifted his hood, leaned on his right hand with his stick, and left his left hand across his chest, paying basic respect to the noble girl who had become a captive.

"Your Highness, I have offended you. Please allow us to take over from the Oga people who do not know how to behave, and accompany you on your next trip to the peninsula."

PS: Start with Her Royal Highness, get high-level talents!

Chapter 63 The dark soul buried by the storm can only hear the dirge of the wolf

Wolves bury countless dead souls, who will bury wolves? ——"Ankaye's Chat Notes"

Surrounded by muddy, leaf-rotting forests, Knight Earnshaw recalled bad times when he fought in the Black Moor.

And in the distant past, he and the Gorts were sworn enemies, but now he was hiding among this group of stinking savages, enduring the disgusting glances they occasionally passed over him.

Horseshoes and animal paws stepping over tree roots and overgrown bushes, carrying riders lurking in the forest secretly - the heavy rain passes through the gaps between broad leaves and branches, converging into a dense rain curtain and dripping down, a noisy omen of all dangers approaching , engulfed in its vast and icy embrace.

Earnshaw leaned close to the horse's neck to soothe the restless wildebeest, which was dripping with rain.

Compared with the barbarians around him who seem to be one with the wild beasts, he really doesn't get along well with this horse.

The gray wolf guards and the Gorte beast riders were scattered in rows and hidden in the dense forest, while the Earnshaw team in the cold lake fishtail shirt was like a stranded water monster trapped in the siege of scavengers.

Why did you choose to be with the wolves?

Obviously this is reckless and unwise behavior.

All he had to do was pretend to be ignorant—whether it was returning to Cold Lake, or guarding Fan Na and not giving an inch.

Cavaliers can't tolerate the character of sand?mission?Still obsessed...

He didn't care about these things for a long time, maybe he just wanted to see what the old man in front of him could do.

Yes, I have blood on my hands just like him.

His soul was swallowed up by the impure swamp of sin, and he could only live as the black hand of the nobles for the rest of his life.

Earnshaw thought of the joke of the little witches revealing his scars.

The mixed noble blood on his body did not make him feel any glory, on the contrary, it was the source of half his life's shame.

He hated everything called aristocracy.

In the vast Cold Lake Territory, under the rule of the Marshall family, there is only one with a pure soul.

But even she, sooner or later, would be dragged by dirty black hands, drown in the swamp that killed that purity, and become a victim of the ruler he despised.

Maybe I have long been disgusted, tired of guilt and mission, that's why I sank in mud and blood, longing for death in exchange for death, to escape from this world—to escape from the mists of the world that allow original sin to flourish.

Compared to the wolf in front of him, he is a coward who can't see the reality clearly.

Come on, Gambino, let me see the difference between the game and the hunter.

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Through the gaps at the edge of the tree shadows, the buildings entrenched outside the dense forest can already be seen - the blurred shadows in the precarious wind and rain.

"Crossing this river, you will be close to Zhengbei Castle." Knight Earnshaw reined in his horse and questioned the old wolf, "You haven't answered me yet, what are you doing in Wang Yanshi's territory?"

"Take off this knight armor and do things with me." The old wolf glanced at him coldly, "I can help you become Uncle Leng."

"I won't work with jackals." Knight Earnshaw sneered inwardly, and on the surface he dismissed the offer, "And, do you think I care about that position?"

"That's a pity." The old wolf withdrew his gaze and waved his hand at the subordinates who gathered behind him.

Less than [-] steps away from the dense forest is the intersection of the open river bank bridge, and at the head of the wooden bridge, a small wooden and stone fortress is built on the river bank.

Outside the wooden wall of the fortress, a cavalry squad wearing half-body armor has just arrived through the bridge and is communicating with the garrison chief through the partition wall. Outside their fine armor, the battle robes they wear are decorated with a winged male with a black border and golden mane. The lion, the lion's claws hold high the flaming sword, showing the majesty of the king.

Taking advantage of the cover of the storm, the gray wolf guards and the Gotts groped through the dense forest near the open area and surrounded the fortress.

When the horn sounded like thunder, the arrows rained across the sky, and were thrown from the edge of the dense forest outside the fortress, shooting several cavalrymen into hedgehogs. .

The cavalry settled down on their mounts in a hurry and rushed to meet the enemy. The soldiers stationed in the fortress also reacted from the commotion and rushed to various defensive positions to launch a counterattack.

However, under the precise rain of arrows and spears from the Gotts, the soldiers outside the wooden wall and stone fort fell down one after another. The shooting holes on the stone fort were also quickly approached by the wolf guards under the fort wall. The terrible flame bombs and poisonous fog bottles were sealed one by one.

The cavalry squad, which lost most of its combat effectiveness under the sneak attack, was quickly massacred and wiped out by several times the troops. The soldiers guarding the fortress were still fighting hard, but the monster that destroyed their cowardice appeared like a nightmare more terrifying than a storm.

Accompanied by the thunderous earthquake, which spread across the open land on the river bank, the Gotts and Wolf Guards gave way to the frontal road leading to the stone fort.

The huge shadow of smashing tree trunks and flying mountain rocks abruptly arched a burning and broken track, passing through rolling foothills and dense forests.

Amidst the bloody flames and thick smoke, Ozma, the apex of the indigenous gods of the Rexxar Mountains, charged towards the enemy's fortress.

Its pace continued to accelerate until it was so fast that it turned into a bloody storm, rushing forward without fear of all arrows and shelling.

Every time it stepped on, it seemed to cause the earth to tear.

As a result, the solid wooden walls shattered with the miserable howls of the soldiers, and the towering stone fortress was also destroyed by the earthquake, collapsing like a toy made of sand.

Even the soldiers who jumped off the stone wall to escape were immediately buried by the shattered bricks and stones, or simply became meat paste at the feet of the wanton war pigs.

When Ozma reappeared from the smoky ruins, a bunch of grisly corpses pierced through the majestic and arched fangs, hanging its spoils like a demonstration.

It was just the destruction of a stone castle, which couldn't wash away the hatred of the Wild Boar God. It shook its majestic nose, and under the guidance of the sound of the storm, it stepped onto the bridge across the river, and the wooden bridge was also supported by a solid structure. Bearing the crushing of the most powerful beasts in the mountains.

The old wolf galloped to the river, and only when he got close to the Feilengcui River did he realize how magnificent the wooden bridge was.

The Knight of Cold Lake who was following him rode his horse silently around the devastated corpses and ruins on the ground, then looked at the other side of the river connected by the bridge, and then he rushed back to the old wolf, saying nothing. Face to face.

"When Wang Yanzi built this bridge, he heard that [-] craftsmen and [-] peasants were requisitioned. With the help of court mages, it took two months to build it, aiming to create the first passage to conquer the north in the future."

Gambino's tone covered under the wolf helmet, could not hear any emotion: "And now, the living totem of the Gotts wants to cross this bridge to seek revenge on him, how ironic."

"You killed Porfirio's knight." Earnshaw just stated a terrible fact indifferently.

"Just to give him a little surprise first." The old wolf looked over the shoulder of the cold lake knight and looked at the other end of the bridge. The big pig had already reached the other side. "I will also stop his whole army on the banks of the Emerald River."

Earnshaw pulled the horse rope, passed the old wolf slowly, and was about to turn back to the original road.

The old wolf pulled out his straight sword slowly and powerfully, turned around and pointed at the Knight of Cold Lake diagonally.

"Hey, Your Excellency Machius, what are you doing?"

"Miss Marshall can't stay with you any longer." Earnshaw ran to his men without looking back. "I'm going to pick her up. The Cold Lake leader can't be involved in the war."

"It's up to you." When the old wolf shouted to him, the Gauts and gray wolf guards gathered around had already surrounded the Lenghu Army in the dense forest of guns and swords.

"You don't understand the horror of Porfirio at all." Earnshaw reined in his mount in front of the gun forest, and turned his horse back, "I participated in that war 12 years ago, and saw with my own eyes that everything he passed was ashes. "

"I know."

The old wolf came slowly on his horse, followed the horse's hooves through the mud pit and approached the Lenghu army, and the gray wolf guards who followed him picked up the crossbow.

"Troublesome." Knight Earnshaw held the gauntlet of the fishtail sword tightly with his gauntlets, "Your plot will intensify the conflict between the witch and the kingdom, and make countless people who are caught in the cracks die without a chance to die." land."

"Oga's roots have been rotten, and the flames of man-made disasters have ignited in the most glorious hall of the kingdom. I just have the consciousness to throw myself into this fire."

The old wolf raised his straight sword high.

"Be the stepping stone of a new era."

"rush out!"

Earnshaw drew his sword violently, rode his horse over the wolf guards blocking the way, and smashed the rain curtain with the big sword in his hand.

The dark red sword pressure that spewed out from the big sword swept away a piece of broken and scattered weapons and stumps, and the riders of the Lenghu Army also launched an attack in the direction of his assault under the leader's order.

At the same time, Gambino raised his arms and swung his sword—the sophisticated mechanism of the enchanted crossbow machine pushed sharp and screaming crossbow arrows one after another, piercing through the flesh and blood of the wildebeest, and the mount of the Cold Lake army wailed and fell to death in the mud instantly.

The Lenghu army and the wolf guards fought into a melee in a blink of an eye. However, they were at an absolute disadvantage in numbers, and they were quickly destroyed in the tragic close combat.

Earnshaw, who fell from his horse and fell into a desperate situation, calmed down instead. Under the impact of the heavy rain and heavy surroundings, his sword-holding posture was as steady and calm as a smoky lake.

And the bloody water spreading on the muddy ground is the turbulent undercurrent under the lake.

The route to the big river was blocked by the Gotts and the wolves, and there was an iron wall in front of Gambino - he couldn't jump into the water to escape.

He had to rush back to Fan Na by the same route.

Earnshaw, who had made up his mind, looked around vigilantly with a big sword in his hand.

The four gray wolf guards and the barbarians raised their guns and raised their swords to outflank the only surviving knight after they repaired the fallen Lenghu army.

A storm of sword energy intertwined with more than a dozen arcs flew towards the barbarian who was closest to him—Knight Earnshaw took the initiative to launch a rush attack.

The barbarian dodged to avoid the fierce sword pressure, but Earnshaw, who was rushing forward with the sword light, had already charged past him. The tip of the sword shot out blood holes like sieves from the whole body of this Goth barbarian in leather armor.

A wolf guard riding on a wildebeest was about to poke a spear at the knight's chest, but he dodged sideways. The point of the spear passed through the armor, leaving a shallow crack.Before the wolf guard turned his arms to sweep across with his spear, the knight of Earnshaw swung his sword and slashed obliquely from below. Taking advantage of the momentum of horsepower to charge forward, he chopped off the head of the wildebeest with one sword. The wolf guards on board were also cut in half.

Gambino got off his horse and walked slowly towards the fighting field with his sword in hand.

After beheading the wolf guards and their horses, Earnshaw yelled and jumped head-on at the old wolf.

The corner of the mouth hidden under the wolf's face burst into a sneer. Gambino just swung the sword with one hand, and then held his two hands that were chopping rocks, and then pressed the other hand on the blade to start wrestling.

The raging grudge exploded on the two fighters, so the muddy water under their feet and the raindrops on their bodies evaporated into smoke under the impact of the sharp and hot gaseous flames.

"Are you going to take our corpses and blame it on the leader of Lenghu?" Earnshaw tried his best to press down on the blade, trying to bend the old wolf's straight waist.

"Porfirio won't fall for such a superficial scheme." Even in the midst of fierce wrestling, the old wolf still spoke with ease, "I'm just giving him an invitation to fight."

As soon as the words fell, the old wolf immediately raised his feet, stretched his waist and abdomen, and stepped forward with muddy and water-splattered footprints, pushing away Earnshaw's downward posture.

In the sparks of continuous collisions of sword lights, Earnshaw, who had struggled just to resist the old wolf's counterattack, finally showed his flaws, and was kicked on the breastplate roughly by Gambino, and flew far away.

The old man stretched his arms and swung the straight sword. The sword wind was inspired by the blade, as if gathering the storms that shook the sky into a bunch--the murderous words came from under the wolf-faced helmet.

"I think he'll gladly accept it."