Witch Forest Friends Club

Seeing that the spell worked, after Fan Na gave the order, the pilgrims who had expended too much magic and energy all released the resonance casting state one after another, or knelt down on the ground, or bent down, barely supported their bodies with their staffs, looked at each other, and fell into a state of depression. A state of exhaustion and excitement.

"Success."

The blond girl supported the ground with the flying bird staff, and looked around her companions in relief, relieving the feeling of emptiness that was almost drained by the spell.

"Great Sorcerer Yunying." The girl adjusted her breathing, stood up straight again, and bowed respectfully to the old man Gaut standing on the edge of the cliff. "We're done."

"You go back."

The great wizard faced the big river, and with the vision of the soul flickering in his dark eye sockets, he could see the storm eagles soaring in the sky on the other side of the river, following the trajectory of the wild boar god's charge. Broke wings and fell.

As expected, Porfirio's Golden Winged Lions had already emerged.

The great wizard opened his long, thin and haggard arms, and his robe fluttered amidst the billowing black smoke around him.

Just like an old giant eagle, standing on the nest before dying, towards the majestic mountains and rivers homeland, he spread his dilapidated wings from fighting thunderstorm all his life.

The bone piece wind chime on the witch's staff, accompanied by the mysterious rhythm in his mouth, made a faint and eerie collision sound.

This is the way of witchcraft that Vanna can't understand, just like the bloody ritual that buried hundreds of people, full of barbaric and pure madness.

Yet the mountains of Rexxar responded to the great wizard's madness.

The direction of the wind above the sky gradually changed—the rain curtain that was originally blowing from south to north began to deflect southward.

The endless steaming black smoke from the great wizard's body merged into this strange wind, as if he himself had turned into a dark storm spreading towards the mountains.

The eye of thought lit by the flame of the soul enveloped the space and shape that the great wizard knew well in his mind-so this piece of mountains, rivers and sky fell into the control of his fragile bone claw.

The roaring river was still being ravaged by the remaining power of the "Star Bull". First, the raindrops above stopped falling, and then the violently colliding wave crests slowly decomposed into pieces of broken and floating water bodies. Under the shape, it turned into a series of water curtains that rose in reverse like a waterfall.

Surrounding the entire river bank in the Perak wilderness area, a monsoon of water mist rose above the Feilengcui River. Under the strong wind blown by thick black smoke, it pushed unstoppably towards the north of the river bank—not only blocked the spellcasters on the other side of the river from The spy on the cliff also devoured the huge disaster that was burning with blood flames there, and the army position that was caught in a tragic struggle.

Fan Na and other pilgrims have long been shocked by this earth-shattering power and fell silent.

The resonance between the transcendent and the great source is based on the mechanism of things deduced in personal cognition to determine the degree of interference it has on the world.

Using magic element as a transformation tool, various skillful uses and domestication of natural phenomena after familiarizing with habits are carried out.

The criterion for determining whether a spellcaster is powerful—the essence is to determine the degree of interference he has made to the world.

The strength displayed by the great wizard Gao Te at the moment resonates with Dayuan. In the scenes of high-level spellcasters that Fan Na has witnessed, I am afraid that even her stepmother, who once caused the cold lake to set off a magnificent vortex, cannot match.

And this old man who has reached the pinnacle of magic skills is willing to give up the pursuit of Dayuan, and uses himself as fuel to throw himself into the furnace that set off the flames of war.

What kind of obsession does he have?

But no matter whether the girl agrees with this way of witchcraft or not, she aspires to be an equally powerful spellcaster.

As Stella's disciple, after witnessing the miracle of Tianshending with her own eyes, her will, which was also shaken, became stronger in the yearning to look up at the mountains.

Fanna clenched the flying bird staff close to her chest, lowered her head and prayed—as if the spirit enshrined in the staff, like the warm embrace that hugged her back when she was a child, was with this beating heart.

"My lord, I will go to the end of the tour and become a real witch."

However, the girl at this time does not know that this storm that shakes the mountains will eventually spread to her hometown.

"Come on, Fanna." The kind call echoed in the girl's ears, "Only the waterfowl with the most steadfast wings can fly over the stormy sea."

Just as the storm was raging in the wilderness of Perak, Anjaye was riding on the big mushroom Bill, heading towards the gradually gentle and open river below the big river bend.

The hostages they kidnapped—except for Princess Tine, who obediently stayed in the same mushroom basket as they said—the female officer and the old knight were all tied up on Lance's mushroom head.

An Jiaye suddenly felt something in his heart, and looked back to the upper reaches of the river. Even though they were far away, the sound of the whistling storm still came faintly.

The Sorcerer's Skull in her pocket was also throbbing weakly.

"Xiao An, what's the matter?" Elsa stretched out her hand in front of her eyes with concern.

"A fierce eagle with strong bones is about to break its wings." An Jiaye lifted the hood on his head and looked up to the mountains and forests—in the rainstorm falling from the sea of ​​clouds, it seemed that countless heroic souls were singing and dancing in mourning.

The black and white Rubik's cube in Elsa's right eye flickered for a while, she nodded and said, "Is that so, that barbarian, is he going to see the eagle for the last time?"

"Well, I hope she can catch up."

An Jiaye pinched the mushroom on the staff of Heart Bud, regained his calm state of mind, and continued to move towards the destination.

At this time, the Dandelion Squad and the Wave Group were fully integrated into the Gott Beast Cavalry team. Led by the barbarian warriors, they were leaving the undulating hills beside the river and speeding up to the evacuation location arranged by the old wolf.

"see it?"

Ronan, who was ahead of him, pointed his whip at a natural port under the hill. It was located on a flat valley with a magnificent river course. There were more than a dozen large inland riverboats with dense sails moored. The hull was black cigar-shaped, and the chassis was solid and thick. , The gun positions are arranged in a neat and orderly manner, and soldiers and sailors armed to the teeth are shuttling on the deck, like a dozen huge and sturdy crocodiles, firmly entrenched on the turbulent waves, capable of devouring all intruders.

And a simple temporary camp on the shore was burning in the flames and smoke.

Those who set the fire were also Gaut, most of whom were women and children whom they had never seen before. They packed their bags and said their final farewell to their homeland in the silence that engulfed everything like a river.

"So the old and the weak, women and children are arranged here to wait for the retreat?" An Jiaye finally understood the deal between the old wolf and the great wizard, "The Shanya tribe has migrated, assuming that Gambino gave the resettlement land, no wonder The Grand Wizard is willing to give his life."

The people of the Gaut tribe, under the command of their warriors, were supervised by a group of black-armored soldiers who landed from the boat, squirmed across the pontoon bridge built by logs, and lined up to board the boat.

Although no flag was raised on each ship, the head portrait of a bearded warrior holding a shield hanging on the bow, as well as the terrifying ramming horn like a crocodile head, unreservedly show its origin.

"This is the Black Swamp Lord's fleet!" Bunty exclaimed, "So this is the route Gambino arranged for?"

"It's getting more and more scary." Jana said with cold sweat running down her cheeks, "So the Uncle Black Marsh is also on the side of the academy?"

The girls are all aware that this is a long-planned war, and how many players will be waiting to enter the arena?

Ronan galloped towards the huge fleet below, and greeted loudly while turning his head.

"Come on, ladies, let me introduce you to the guardian of the Black Marsh Territory - the speaker of the Argos family, Caron the Endurer!"

Chapter 65 Wang Yan Lion!

Even if the mushrooms are covered with the remains of heroes that no one collects, that is the proof of their heroes.May the beautiful fungus flowers decorate their dead faces, and return to a long dream of peace in the silent corruption.

——"Ankaye's Chat Notes"

After all, Fan Na failed to witness the will of the great wizard Gao Te burning to the last moment.

When the red mushroom fireworks from Dandelion Squad exploded in the dark clouds behind Thunderbolt Wilds.

The pilgrims who received the signal also crossed the water curtain barrier and evacuated the cliff where they left the evidence of the battle in accordance with the prior agreement.

Before leaving, Fan Na paid respects to Gelu Yunying, who was also a caster, to the back of Gelu Yunying who was shaking the mountains and rivers.

The roaring thunderstorm in the sky did not abate in the slightest. The pilgrims braved the rain to find the Lenghu army guarding in the dense forest, and when they joined the Gaut people who stayed behind to lead the way, they happened to catch up with the old wolf leading the team back.

Gambino rode his horse up to the pilgrims who lined up silently. The tall figure returning from the blood was like a devil hunting in a storm, oppressing the vision of the little witches.

"Miss Marshall, did you see the fireworks from before?" The old wolf stopped in front of the leader, Fan Na, and looked down at her, "Anjaye succeeded."

His knife-sharp eyesight under the wolf helmet swept across 25 pilgrims with different expressions: "The trial entrusted to you by the academy has been completed, and now it's time to move on to the next stage of the journey."

"Where's Marchius?" Fanna lifted her hood, and looked worriedly at the dense queue behind the old wolf, but she didn't find the conspicuous full-body armor, and the girl's expression gradually became uneasy.

Gambino suddenly raised his arms, and the two gray wolf guards in the rear immediately untied a corpse tied to the horse's back.

The headless body with the head in its arms, together with the blood-stained broken armor, was lifted and placed on the muddy meadow between Gambino and Vanna.

The vision projected in the girl's green eyes—— quietly shattered as it reflected the cruel face of the severed head.

As a result, her witch spell used to prevent the rain collapsed in an instant, and the torrential rain hit the girl's delicate body, drenching her trembling soul, and her long golden wave-like hair exuding a warm halo turned into messy, wet hair. Water plants stuck to his pale cheeks.

"How did he die?" Fan Na knelt heavily in front of her brother's blood-soaked corpse, her trembling hands stroked the pair of unclosed eyelids, and the pure white flying bird staff was also stained with blood.

"Knight Machius, after all, is a loyal and patriotic man." Gambino took off the wolf helmet with both hands, and exhaled a hot mist. He looked at the girl indifferently, and there was a deep feeling that could not be disturbed by the storm. dark. "He wanted to prevent me from taking a knife on Oga, and he would not hesitate to raise his sword at each other, so I granted his request and had a one-on-one duel-he died an honorable death."

At the end of the old wolf's half-truths and half-false words, the sobbing girl didn't care what he said, just like her soul dived to the bottom of a cold lake that paralyzes people's consciousness. In it, it's just a trance hallucination.

The soldiers left behind by the Lenghu army were stimulated by the death of the leader, and they burst out with the sound of sharp metal friction of blades, and they were about to surround them.

"Don't move!" Fanna screamed suddenly, reaching out her hand to stop the restlessness of the knights and soldiers.

"Let's go." The old wolf shook his head, never leaving his pitying eyes on the girl, and led the pack of wolves away.

"Fanna." The companion who came behind the blond girl cautiously——Luke from the Star Stone Division, wondered whether she should put her hand on that thin and trembling shoulder.

"I'm fine." When the girl raised her head again, her deep and lifeless pupils were filled with gloom, like the muddy mud at the bottom of a lake, hiding secrets that cannot be pryed into.

The girl grasped the flying bird staff and stood up, then turned her head and gave orders to the grief-stricken Lenghu remnants.

"Take Machius and let's go back to Cold Lake."

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"I—Gelu Yunying, the last great beast wizard of the Gotts, declare war on Porfirio today!"

After the pilgrims left, on the empty cliff, there was only a lonely and dead figure, facing the embrace of the mountains.

The storm of black mist that he set off with his own strength swallowed up the legion on the other side of the Feilengcui River, flying with banners.

Like the black smoke formed by countless ghosts and monsters, it merges into the mist created by the river and the rainstorm, like an invisible monster that is devouring the mountains and forests and the earth—wherever the giant mouth goes, highly corrosive stomach acid flows out, making the land Turned into a quagmire, the soldiers' feet sank, they couldn't see their fingers, and they all inhaled the strange voodoo and their limbs became weak.

Seeing a series of bright and magnificent purification barriers, they began to spread over the legion, connecting and covering them into a brilliant shield, resisting the advance of the black mist.

The great wizard stretched out his withered and terrifying bone claws, tore off the colorful animal tooth necklaces hanging around his neck, and threw them into the sky towards the cliff in front of him.

In each tooth resided the soul of the beasts he had hunted, the most cunning and bloodthirsty beasts suppressed by witchcraft--driven by hunger for the blood of the living, to the far banks of the great river , plunged into the vast black mist, and formed a melee with the Oga soldiers who were trapped in the mist.

In the smoky Netherland, there are even ancient heroic souls of the Gott people, gathering and flying from all sides of the mountains, holding a hammer and axe, roaring and killing the enemies who invaded their homeland.

However, in the scorching confrontation between light and darkness, a gorgeous and dazzling ring of fire gently flooded the earth, just like overturning a blast furnace that melted a golden treasure. and go—

The commander-in-chief of this legion took action.

Soldiers fighting against the black mist storm, as soon as they stepped on the sparks like raging golden water, they were instantly entwined with golden flames and ignited. Thousands of warriors bathed in the golden fire gathered into battle formations, as if they were waving on the ground. Golden Flame Banner.

They were full of fighting spirit, without any fear, the miasma and poison were purified by the golden light, and the swords in their hands were also covered with holy flames, expelling the murderous undead who were swarming and killing in the darkness.

At this moment, in Gru Yunying's mind - Ozma the Pig, is searching for the source of the golden light.

His connection with the pig god is connected through the vision of the soul filled with blood flames.

The pig god's eyes were soaked red by blood and fire, and everything he saw turned into a purgatory full of flesh and blood.

The corrupt body crawling out of the river Styx, flowing with the fuel of hatred and resentment like lava, is added to the bloody flame that entangles the soul, burning out an indomitable fighting spirit.

No matter how dense and strong the shield wall is, it can't stop its pace.

No matter how fierce the rain of guns and arrows, even the pigskin covering the molten iron could not penetrate.

The hard and sharp mane on its body is dripping with the blood of soldiers whose flesh has been scraped off.

The thick and mighty fangs can easily overturn heavy artillery vehicles and horsemen.

Bitten off and swallowed by a pig's mouth, crushed into a pulp by pig's feet, pierced and torn by fangs, smashed into the air by a pig's nose, and burned to pieces in a bloody storm—this one The pig god, who has shown his self-proclaimed hunter's prey countless times what is wild and violent, has returned to the battlefield where he is invincible.

Regardless of those who are discouraged or fearful, or those who forget their lives, as long as they stand in its way of charging, the wild boar god can only bury them without discrimination.

Among the densely packed villains that surrounded it, there were only a few iron cans burning with golden fire, which could do some damage to it.

Just like the long time in the past, the storm named "Ozma" swept across the mountains unstoppably.

The living totem of the Flash Fang tribe rampaging in the Oga army is massacring the tiny plains people.

The pig god has no humanity, nor does it have human pity and fear.

It is a beast, conceived by the Rexxar Mountains—the most pure and noble son of the mountain. If it is said that the emotion burning in its heart at this moment is pure anger born of revenge.

It's a pity that the burning of anger will eventually be exhausted - the blood sacrifices of the Gaut people in the past ten years have only added meager firewood to this decayed body, but today's feast of soul and flesh for hundreds of people has just removed it from Waking up from long sleep.

It will never return to its heyday after all.

But that is enough, if the enemy is forced to stand before him again.

When a high-spirited figure got off his horse and drew his sword to initiate a duel.

The boar god knew it had found a target for vengeance.

That radiant soul——is the purest and most splendid soul Ozma has ever seen in her life.

The animal instinct told it that the calm kid in front of him could cause more fatal harm to it than the tough tin cans before.

The sense of oppression from a powerful enemy even surpassed the memory of the supreme warrior who held the "Axe of the King of War" in his hand.

"Finally came out." Gathering on the distant cliff, the great wizard Yunying has already recognized the sword held by the golden figure, which is the "Piercing Lion Heart Sword" that smashed the "Ax of the King of War" back then.

The aura of a strong man who has been tempered and tempered on the enemy is undoubtedly declaring to the big wild boar that they are all the same.

All tricks and tricks are ineffective against him, only a big collision of strength can overwhelm him.

Must go all out.

The pig god breathed fire wind from his burning throat.