Witch Forest Friends Club

And this desire has taken root in her heart for 12 years, and it has actually turned into her own belief.

"But one thing is true, the witch's spells are indeed very powerful."

Crapsey nodded with a bright smile.

"Well! Thank you, Miss An, I will not give up becoming a witch!"

On the dense green grass carpet they walked, there were dots of pure white blocks, which looked like a group of undulating sheep's backs from a distance, but looked like raised white stones up close.

Little Crapsey jumped onto the rocks—an excited little rabbit who seemed to imagine himself jumping over the backs of sheep and jumping back and forth on the white stones.

And when they passed the hills covered with sheep's backs and stones, a large flock of sheep came in front of them. Driven by the shepherd and their own greedy appetite, they sometimes scattered and sometimes gathered, like a large cloud that changed, "baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa "Across the green earth.

The shepherd with a wooden cane also greeted Krapussy with a smile.

In this peaceful pastoral scenery, Goliath, who was originally a little lazy and looking around, suddenly raised her head alertly and looked towards the end of the road. The gravel on the ground shook, breaking the leisurely time of pastoral singing.

A galloping horse suddenly appeared on the road, rolling up light dust, and the rider on the horse shouted immediately when he saw people walking in front of him.

"Help! Bandits, bandits are attacking the village!"

When he saw women and children among the people coming, he screamed even more in panic.

"Ladies, run away! There are many robbers chasing me!"

"Are there any robbers?" Little Krapussy shivered in fright beside Anjaye.

"Amor, our windmill village, is the poorest village near Shuangcheng Harbor!" The little girl held the basket stiffly, raised her head and said to An Jiaye, "How could there be bandits attacking such a place without oil and water!"

"Maybe they value other precious things." An Jiaye stretched out his arms to embrace the bewildered little girl.

The little vegetable elf also puffed up her chest, standing on the girl's shoulders to cheer up, as if to appease the little master not to panic.

Seeing the smoke and dust rising in front of them, there was an even louder and fiercer shouting faintly.

"It's okay, little girl, leave it to us to deal with it." Goliath's mountain-like back blocked the middle of the road, and Anjaye's staff also began to grow dense clusters of mushrooms, which were originally jumping around on the sheep's back. Meowrsa also quickly climbed back onto her shoulders, and raised her shadowy cat tail upside down.

"Don't worry, little Krapussy, don't forget that I am a witch." Anjaye smiled calmly, with her black pearl-colored eyes curved like crescent moons, and the mystery blooming from that charming mole Charm—it made little Crappiesy's shuddering shoulders relax all of a sudden.

The trace of the so-called robber finally appeared.

More than a dozen heavily armed human thugs, as well as sub-human races such as goblins and leprechauns, rushed forward with arrogance on their huge mounts.

What fell into the irises of Gloria's vertical pupils was a four-legged creature similar in size to a horse, but with thick and powerful ape-like forearms and tough and huge claws. There are also ferocious interlaced fangs and molars.

In addition to the cavalry riding this kind of beast, there were even violent gnolls running wildly on all fours with a scimitar in their mouths.

The villagers who fled in embarrassment on horseback were about to be overtaken by the speeding robbers.

"Are you still taming the Direclaw? It doesn't look like an ordinary bandit." Goliath raised her hand and took off the "Thunder Bite", and surrounded the fiery fighting spirit that swept up under her feet, blowing the female barbarian's hair and hood, twisting The mist and the air around her.

Gloria held a huge ax in her hand, and instantly leaped dozens of steps like lightning, passing by the fleeing knight, and then smashed the ground with one foot, and jumped high with both hands holding the axe.

The big ax slashed down by the thunder unstoppably smashed the head of a war beast, and then smashed to the ground with a roar. The sand and stone splash and thunder caused by the explosion of fighting spirit drowned the rain of flesh and blood from the burst skull of the war beast— —Also instantly alarmed the mounts of the bandit group behind, forcing them to stop and charge urgently.

Facing the female warrior who dared to fight on foot, the robbers who were frightened and angry immediately surrounded them.

"Don't look."

Anjaye tenderly covered little Krapusi's eyes with one hand, raised the staff with the other hand, and drew a combination of flashing runes in the void.

Thick vines covered with thorns and thorns were entwined on the muddy ground where the robbers were, and the people and their mounts were tightly bound, so that they could not wield their weapons to resist, and pierced under the flesh, quickly absorbing the energy and blood of living creatures .

The thugs who thought they would have some fun meeting a few beautiful women, never expected to encounter such a hard stubble, it was like an egg hitting a steel plate and bleeding.

The killing hurricane caused by Goliath's frenzy frightened the vegetable elf "Little Rapunzel", and the leaf skirt covering her body trembled piece by piece.

"Miss An, I'm fine." The blindfolded little Krapussy, stimulated by the screams coming into her ears, clenched her fists and reluctantly said, "Let me see."

However, after Anjaye let go of his hand, there was a bloody wind blowing all over the sky, as well as the corpses of people and war beasts who were entangled by twisting poisonous thorn vines and were gradually drying up and turning black—let the little rabbit Krapusy, who was also weak, trembled as if she was frozen, but she still resisted the urge to vomit and stared at the tragic slaughter scene, insisting on witnessing how the witch fought.

The robbers saw that the situation was not right, and after their comrades in front were killed like chopping melons and vegetables, the murderous desire and malice that were urgently needed to vent had turned into panic fuel, driving the war beasts to turn around and run in the same direction as they wanted to come back.

In the end, she was stopped by the Goddess Killer, who moved so fast that she could set off a storm and rush to the rear in the blink of an eye.

In the front, there was a wicked dragon baring its teeth and claws to threaten and grin, and in the back, there was a vine dance party of a witch who could eat people strangely. They had no choice but to flee towards the gap in the hill beside the road.

The flock of sheep on the grassy hill, which had been frightened by the battle, scattered in chaos, and even rolled into big fluffy balls on the ground, screaming "baaaaa" and fleeing.

The tomahawk spun out of Goliath's hand, carrying red lightning, tore through the air and strong grass, and directly cut off the heads and necks of the two fleeing Dinoclaw beasts, and the riders were also broken into pieces, and then fell into the mountain. Qiu suddenly split a deep crack under heavy pressure.

There was only one fish that slipped through the net, and Gloria was about to stride to catch up.

After the flock of sheep dispersed on the mountain, a thin figure was lying leisurely among the scattered star rocks exposed.

He looked up at the sky, as if staring at the mist—the sun was like an illusory silhouette, his arms stretched out with half-rolled sleeves, and his fingers spread out to try to catch the meager light of the sky—seemingly oblivious to the killing happening below the mountain.

He turned over powerlessly, and turned his head to look at the Dreadclaw, which was running straight this way, and was about to be trampled under its claws.

Then he stretched out his hand and grabbed the accompanying sword that was pressed in the grass beside him, and turned into an afterimage and dodged sideways.

The sword was out of its sheath, but instantly with the majestic force of the axe blade, it struck the Dreadclaw's chest, neck and head. Three heavy blows were almost in no particular order, and the rough-skinned and thick-skinned The war beast was stunned alive, and the direclaw wobbled for a few steps with inertia, then fell sideways, crushing the rider under him.

The robber wailed and tried to break free and crawl out, but was drawn to his face by a scabbard again. The iron pig mask on his head was dented and cracked, and he was dead in sight.

The one who shot was a strange boy with pale skin.

It doesn't look much older than Anjaye.

Compared with his delicate and pale face, his figure is well-proportioned and strong. He is wearing a brown semi-new waistcoat, a wool shawl cloak and tight breeches that are common among adventurers.

Goliath came to the grassy mound covered in flesh and blood, and pulled out the ax that was deeply buried in the ground, and said with interest.

"This young man has good skills."

She turned her head and commented to An Jiaye who came limping: "I didn't use my fighting spirit, and I easily dealt with the opponent only by my physical fitness and reaction. I'm not a rookie."

An Jiaye was also secretly observing the mysterious swordsman who suddenly appeared - what made her vigilant was that she hadn't noticed the aura of this man hidden in the nearby sheep before.

The young man was wearing a pair of exquisitely crafted small round glasses, the lenses covered his pale golden pupils, and he had white fluffy curly hair combed into a neat tube shape at the temples, just like Anjayapa's cognition The aristocratic wig exudes a taste of pretentious elegance.

He searched the dying bandit for a while, but he seemed to find nothing, so he stroked his stomach and sighed sadly, then turned his head and waved to Goliath and Anjaye who were down the mountain.

"Look here! Look here!"

"Good lady."

The young swordsman stepped on the small iris wooden shield left by the robber and slid down the grassy slope.

"My name is Ryan, a brave man in training."

In Anjaye's eyes, the young man with suspected albinism has an approachable appearance and a casual but decisive elegance. He looks like a young master from an aristocratic family, but he is not the kind of man who walks in the garden , The flamboyant male peacock with a superficial appearance-he has a calm and confident posture, his eyes reveal a maturity beyond his age, he has good skills, and his moves are fierce.It's just that this kind of person, how could he collapse on the side of the road hungry?

"I just came from another place and wanted to participate in the border martial arts tournament."

He habitually touched the back of his head, sighing for his bad luck.

"It's a pity that I encountered a monster on the lake. The boat capsized, and I lost my rations and luggage. I was too hungry to walk. Could you give me some food?"

"Rowling alone in the cold lake?" Gloria sneered, stroking the inconspicuous sword at his waist, "Boy, I have to say that you are very brave."

"That's it, Miss Witch." The young swordsman also focused his attention on the dinner basket in Little Krapussy's hand, and emphasized again, "Can you give me some food? My lovely lady, I'm starving to death."

The kind-hearted Krapussy quickly turned over the tablecloth on the basket, grabbed a piece of dried fruit bread and handed it over carefully.

"Thank you." The boy bent down and took the food from the little rabbit with a smile.

Anjaye's hand holding the staff was a little nervous, and together with Elsa, they stared at the innocent boy.

"Sorry, we don't have time to talk to you, the village was attacked by bandits."

"Wait—" the young man gobbled up the bread, licking his fingers a few times, then quickly ran to the puddle near the grassy hill, lay down on the bank, bowed his head to drink water, and took a few swigs After that, he raised his head and wiped his mouth.

"If you are in trouble, there is no repayment for a meal, so let this sword help you."

Anjaye looked seriously at the accompanying sword raised by the young man. The scabbard was made of an unknown piece of brown leather, so tough that there was not much wear and tear, and the shiny cross-shaped sword grid and handle without any detailed features, But it reveals the ancient aura hidden in the sheath.

"Follow me." The black-haired girl turned around with a cane, and the mushroom appendages stretched from the ground one by one, tightly wrapped around her limbs and back, as if the thick arms and legs of an octopus lifted the girl to the ground. In the air, Elsa was also fixed by the way.

"Gloria, Krapussy left it to you."

Before the little girl could react, she was hugged by the female warrior with both hands raised at the waist, like a little rabbit falling into the arms of an evil dragon, and was held firmly on the shoulders of the giantess, so she had to instinctively hug the neck in front of her eyes so as not to fall .

"Hold tight, little girl."

Gloria picked up "Thunder's Bite" with the other hand, held down Krapussy with the other hand, raised her legs like a cheetah running in a straight line and ran wildly, whipping up the whistling wind in an instant, and leaping towards the ground with the help of the elasticity of its appendages. Anjaye, who was moving, chased after him.

"You ladies who are so vigorous and resolute." The white-haired young swordsman also leaped briskly into the middle of the path, looking at the backs of the girls who were blinking away, their originally calm and lazy eyes flashed an indifferent and sharp light in an instant.

In the distance, because of the tragic disputes in the world, the restless wind of blood and fire blew his pure and pale curly hair, and for a moment, it was like a lion's mane fluttering behind him.

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(This chapter releases part of the story of debt repayment)

Extra Story - A Sweet Cat Dream That Lets Spores Bloom

Anjaye reluctantly opened the door, and tiptoed back to the two-person dormitory in the "Rose Palace".

The magic fire was burning calmly and steadily in the fireplace, driving away the cold air that was sticking to her body in early spring like a necrosis.

The decoration style is elegant and restrained, and there is no shortage of girly sweetness in the room, with two beds.

One is a small wooden bed covered with plain plaid sheets, the other is separated by a screen painted with gorgeous astronomical constellations, surrounded by star-studded gauze tents, a gorgeous big bed like a princess' bed—— It's a pity that the bed occupied a lot of her activity space in this house, and many materials and books originally stored had to be moved.

After bidding farewell to Avril's stupid mermaid who made troubles from time to time, and living in An'an for half a year, her leisurely life of living alone ended because of a new roommate.

And after getting along with this newly assigned roommate for two years, she got used to being around, and occasionally there would be a pair of magical eyes that were not touched by mundane fireworks, with a strange sight of unknown meaning, watching her secretly.

What does he look like in those strange eyes with incredible abstract beauty?

Anjaye would occasionally think of this question.

But teenagers would care too much about the annoyance of other people's evaluation, and her rebirth has weakened a lot.

Even though she once again entered the beautiful stamen-like development era, she grew up to the age of 14 when menarche came.

Elsa, who just broke into her life, is indeed a strange girl.

The beautiful girl who came all the way from the snowy country in the north is shrouded in many mysteries, no matter her life experience or her personal heart. Many apprentices are no less curious about her than they are about what the teachers of various subjects look like, but But no one can get close to this white rose covered with thorns.

It is rumored that this 14-year-old little witch, who is the same age as herself, is also a genius who has made a name for herself in the Northern Witch Society.

But when she came to the Southern Stargazing Academy's site, no matter whether she was acclimatized or not, as long as she entered school, she had to wear the first bud badge with only one leaf, starting from the first-order student.

Although I don't know Elsa's true strength as a witch, she is definitely not to be messed with. Otherwise, the third-tier students who have always strictly managed the younger generation will not let her be an outsider, and openly do casual activities in the school. Failure to fulfill the obligations of other astronomy apprentices.

For An Jiaye, who has always been a loner, the two life trajectories in the academy are parallel lines that do not intersect.

Elsa is the bright star connecting the universe on the observatory, and she is just a lame groundhog in the mushroom hole with the mushrooms.

Because of the unique class system, as well as the strict requirements on the environment and time limit for casting spells—the work and rest time of the astronomy department has created many night owls, and Elsa is one of them. For Kassapa, it is really not suitable for someone to live in the same dormitory.

God knows how the transfer students from the astronomy department were assigned to her special dormitory for "problem children".

So Anjaye would rather live in the research room over the mushroom cave most of the time, and only came back to sleep occasionally today.After all, I have to get up early tomorrow to prepare for the long-lost alchemy open class of Instructor Ludir.

"Student Elsa?"

An Jiaye suddenly noticed something was wrong hidden in the quiet atmosphere in the dormitory. Elsa should still be in the astronomy classroom at this point in class, but there was a pair of gorgeous little leather boots decorated with white rose beads in front of the bed.

She tentatively called her roommate's big bed, but there was only a faint and slight groaning sound from behind the gauze curtain, soft and soft, like a cat's soft cry scratching her heart.

Um?This guy seems to be stuck in bed, isn't he going to the astronomy class tonight?

"Elsa, are you feeling well?"

"I...I'm sick." Elsa's vague and ethereal voice echoed her.

Do powerful witches get sick too?

After An Jiaye himself was reincarnated in Wenlan, except for the disability that came with him, he was lucky not to die of illness. After entering the school, in addition to the adaptation period of initial meditation and magic element resonance, he needed a specific course of potion to heal him. I have never had any headaches and brain fever.

"Anjaye, I'm a little hungry, can you please give me something to eat?"

Anjaye politely approached his roommate's bedside, and politely expressed concern: "What do you want to eat? Can I have some mushroom soup?"

She walked into the big bed covered in starry night tulle, wanting to find out the specific symptoms of her roommate, but when she lifted the bed curtain, a vaguely faint fragrance penetrated into her nose and mouth and became strong and attractive.

She just poked her head into the gauze tent, but she didn't see the figure who was supposed to be lying on the bed, but when she turned her head, she suddenly met a pair of gem-like cat eyes—especially the strangely rotating black and white Rubik's cube in the right pupil, which was happening Disassembled at high speed, revealing a swirling black hole as deep as a kaleidoscope of light and shadow, which sucked Anjaye's drifting consciousness into the illusion.

The girl suddenly fell down on the velvet quilt in a dazed state. Before she passed out, she only remembered that she was buried in a warm embrace exuding the pure fragrance of a rose. Her long snow-white and fragrant hair was like a spider's sticky insect web. stuck to her cheek.

"Where is this?" The girl stared blankly at the mist rising around her, like a sea of ​​foam that was shining and falling into the abyss, not realizing that she was already floating naked like she was born .

A pair of slender white arms that were also smooth and impeccable gently embraced her from the back, and the smooth and soft touch from the shoulder blades to the back of the waist was like pressing the hot and powerful heart of some powerful creature to her slender body. His skin throbbed strongly, transmitting the violent instinctive tremor to his already heated spine and limb nerves.

"This is the world of dreams, the place where light and shadow meet, and it is also my secret garden."