Witch Forest Friends Club

"Are you - Elsa?" An Jiaye just wanted to find out who came from the aura that made her so intoxicated before her consciousness completely fell.

"I am the hidden shadow of your mind, the fragments of those buried selves."

"Anjiaye, your mushroom soup may be delicious, but in fact, what makes me hungry is another kind of nutrition."

His fingertips, as numb as electric shocks, gently brushed over every section of her spine.

"Originally, I wanted to make it through tonight."

"It's a pity you're back."

Anjaye felt the warm breath getting closer and closer to her, moistening her itchy earlobe, and the delicate and flexible tip of her tongue touched the pinna and slipped deep into it, "I have no reason to let go of enjoying the fresh Chance for the soul, let me see what kind of delicious dessert your desire fragments buried in your dreams are."

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((≧ω≦) Author Jun I like reader Jun, so come and play with me, go to the mysterious Antarctic penguin, and experience the unknown past of the Mushroom Witch together)

PS: It's very sweet, don't miss it.

In addition, the author is asking for votes and nutrition. I don’t think I can get any useful recommendations in the past two weeks. I can only rely on everyone’s enthusiastic support for this book. Let me get more exposure.As for joining the group, it is safe to post it in the group, so everyone will be in trouble, there is really no way in this world.I will write more sweet mushroom secrets when I have time later.Definitely will not disappoint.

Chapter 82 Exterminating pests is also something witches are good at

Thugs who take pleasure in killing and looting are really as inexhaustible as vermin.This is not just a problem of human nature, it is a disease of the times - just like harmful fungi that infect other mushrooms and live, there will always be soil that breeds them. ——"Ankaye's Chat Notes"

Scattered arrows shuttled over the two hostile camps occupying the field and the camp - venting the anger of the robbers and the hatred of the villagers, shooting back and forth non-stop.

Most of the arrow shafts quivered and nailed to shields or wooden walls, but occasionally they drew deadly parabolas and straight lines, pierced the gap between shelter and armor, and burrowed into the flesh of some hapless ghost, leaving the barbed The clusters of arrows turned into death nails and cursed, eating away the vitality of the person who was hit by the arrows—in the eyes of the fallen people, did the bird feathers stuck to the tails of the arrows become a symbol of the flying and incomplete soul?

Under the siege of six No. 70 fierce bandits, the small village with several windmills and stone buildings is struggling to resist waves of loose but fierce attacks.

The village walls reinforced with hard wooden piles, boards, and animal skins are often hit by the robbers, the Direclaws, and the villagers use door panels and wooden shields to resist the enemy's spear-throwing and arrow attacks—while using heavy objects Push the cart against the locked gate of the camp.

The longbowmen composed of hunters were standing behind the shooting hole of the high platform built behind the wooden wall, sniping the war beasts approaching by the enemy, and stopped their tactics of using lasso to pull down the wooden posts of the wall.

However, the number of villagers who can fight is too small, almost less than half of the number of bandits. The equipment and equipment used to kill the enemy in the hands of many people are just a pile of old and rusty farm tools.

They could only rely on their bravery to defend their homeland, tenaciously supported under the shelter of the simple fortifications of the village, relying on dung shovels, pitchforks and wooden spears in their hands, and stabbed down the robbers who tried to climb the wooden wall from time to time.

Under the command of a brave one-armed man, the villagers still fought back and forth with the bandits. Several elite bandits in half-length chain mail and kettle helmets braved stones and torches to stop them , After launching a strong attack and overturning the wooden wall, they also fell into an organized siege. Under the hands of farmers with hatchets, logging axes and pot shields, they died of hatred and their equipment was immediately stripped off. Mudleg's spoils, in turn, were used against bandits.

The one-armed man held a blood-dripping logging ax and confronted a muscular jackal alone. He calmly dodged and parried the opponent's scimitar and sharp claws, and then pretended to be physically exhausted. After seducing the enemy's vigorous slash and straightening, he leaned over and quickly approached, cutting off the left leg of the wolf man's lower body, which was not covered by armor.

The felling ax sank into the solid leg bone and broke, while his nearby companions took the opportunity to pin the foe to the ground with pitchforks.The one-armed man stepped on the Gnoll's arm, stuffed the broken handle of the ax into the jaws of the enemy's brutal bite, snatched the scimitar, and wiped off the throat of the dying beast.

"Damn mud legs! Waste, all waste!"

"You guys are working so hard to deal with a few mud legs, and you usually eat for nothing! A poop pulled out by the Dreadclaw is more useful than you!"

The bandit leader commanding on the Direclaw was swearing furiously—a stocky man in a pig-faced helmet and a breastplate with a fur cape.Mohawk-style black feathers were also inserted on the bandit leader's helmet, and sharp steel thorns like wild boar's bristles were cast on the armor on the back-for a bandit, it was quite a majestic and dignified appearance.

"Don't worry, Boss, the village is full of old, weak, sick and disabled, and we can take them down soon!" Next to his mount, a goblin dog leg riding a small direclaw was swinging a mace, Shouting with red eyes.

"And there are still some crops in the field that have been confiscated, why don't we grab a ticket first?"

"Who cares about that little food! Do you know our purpose!"

The pig-faced bandit leader kicked the goblin who had approached him from the saddle.

"This is the territory of old Machius! If he receives the news and comes here, it will be terrible!"

The bandit leader ordered again irritably.

"We're running out of time, let the three little pigs out!"

A cruel sneer came out from under the gap of his pig mask.

"They've been hungry all night, so they must really want to eat human flesh."

"Boss! Last time they took too much medicine, I'm afraid they won't distinguish between the enemy and the enemy now." Goblin, who had a sore buttocks, got up in panic and advised the boss.

However, what it greeted was the boss who spit on his face and roared: "Go!"

After the goblins fled to work, the bandit leader continued to yell at the village.

"Listen! The conditions are still valid now! Hand over ten women and children! There are still half of the property and food, and we will go home!"

"Go away." The one-armed man flatly refused while hiding on the high platform behind the stake, "I'll just feed you the feces from the intestines of dead goblins!"

The bandit leader in the pig-faced helmet was furious.

"You brought it on yourself! Boys, set the fields on fire!"

He heard the sound of the iron door of the carriage opening from behind, and immediately waved the halberd with one hand, laughing and cursing cruelly.

"You are finished! I want to slaughter you all! Chop them up and feed them to pigs!"

The goblin came to the rear of the bandit camp and climbed onto the cart cage dragged by several direclaws and covered with black cloth. He smashed the cage door with a mace, untied the thick iron chains, and After explaining a few words to a jackal spellcaster guarding the cage door, he ran away like hell.

Accompanied by the Gnoll caster, he raised the staff of the human skull, aimed at the cage to lift the sleeping spell, and drove the Dreadclaw beast to drag the cage and run towards the camp.

"Here come the three little pigs!"

The goblin screamed horribly!

The robbers along the way gave way one after another, and before the cage was pulled close to the camp, the solid log cage was suddenly smashed to pieces by the terrifying brute force from inside.

As the carriage tilted and rolled over, the six hooves, which were much harder and thicker than the rotten cage fence, stepped on the ground to create a deep pit.

The big monsters that jumped out of the car cage were three fat and heavy pig-headed beast soldiers. They were wearing simple and thick leather armor, and their standing height was almost twice that of ordinary adults.

The pig-headed soldiers roared loudly with their mouths drooling and their fangs curled up—their fat, muscular hands held heavy weapons such as big maces and hammers, and one of them held a big meat knife and A large, barbed wall-shaped shield that resembles a steel plate.

Under the command of the goblin's sharp whistle from a distance, the pig-headed soldier swung his tough little curved tail, and rushed towards the camp with his thick legs.A Dreadclaw that fell down while pulling a cart was smashed to death by the pig-headed soldiers with a meat cleaver. A thigh was torn off from the belt and bone, and it was stuffed into the hungry bloody mouth to chew.

The bandit leader laughed wildly when he saw this.

On the head of the head of the pig-headed soldier holding a mace, there was also a steel plate helmet with a ram. It stared angrily at the blood-red eyes, and rushed to the gate of the village. The ram was deeply embedded in the door panel. Pushed by the brute force, it suddenly cracked and disintegrated.The two pig-headed beast soldiers who followed after them also swung their weapons violently, and crashed on the gate of the village with a bang.

The hunters' counterattack arrows fell on them, but they couldn't even pierce the thick pigskin. Even shooting rockets only made them more manic and angry.

On the other side, the robbers who rushed to the edge of the wheat field also held torches, released rockets, and started setting fire to the wheat field.

Seeing the raging black smoke rising into the sky, and the gate of the camp being torn apart and collapsed under the impact of the pig-headed beast soldiers, the bandit leader laughed wildly up to the sky, becoming more and more complacent.

"See, this is what happens when you fight against my Lord 'Bristle' Barker!"

However, his arrogant and invincible mentality was quickly broken by outsiders.

Accompanied by the mysterious incantation of "Water Summoning Curse", the surging water waves from the canal and stream beside the wheat field are shaped into big fish swimming flexibly in the wheat field, rolling up huge waves and drowning The fire that is about to spread.

"With spells, it's a witch!"

In the trembling and wide eyeballs of the robbers, a strange figure with an ominous shadow was reflected.

Supported by more than a dozen colorful tentacles wriggling and waving like giant pythons, the black-haired girl floating in the air is holding up the mushroom staff, with an indifferent cold light in her eyes, wanting to impose sanctions on the thugs who have committed all kinds of evils——Arrows He threw a spear and flew towards her, but was intercepted by an invisible shield and fell.

"Don't panic! It's a wandering witch at most!"

The bandit leader's laughter stopped abruptly, he stretched out his hand to hold down his pig-faced helmet, and urgently drove the beast to turn backward.

"Let's charge together!"

Facing a group of jumping Dreadclaw beasts, the black-haired witch dismissed them with disdain.

A figure as vigorous as a gust of wind and thunder leaped ferociously from the water waves in the wheat field in an instant, and he rushed back into the wedge-shaped formation of robbers rushing to kill him alone, like a giant ax struck by a thunderbolt. We know what violence is.

Anjaye was guarding the field at this time, and she was also protecting Krapusi behind her.

Although there are also spellcasters among the robbers, such as the wolf man warlock and the human wandering mage who have awakened the origin curse.

However, they are not the authentic opponents of the school witches.

Even if Bill, Anjaye's subordinate, was here - he would be able to crush these few miscellaneous fish spellcasters in the den of thieves in terms of spell attainment.

Ordinary spells can't break through the force field shield and magic element shield cast by Elsa.

Under the cover of the kitten on his shoulder, Anjaye was able to easily turn his opponent into fertilizer of poison ivy and mushrooms, while observing the battle situation.

Don't worry about Gloria, she also specifically explained to Gott Barbarian that this time the killing should be done cleanly, don't make it look like a slaughterhouse for dismembering corpses, after all, you have to be careful not to scare the villagers and little Krapusey.

As for the young swordsman Ryan who came behind, the girl deliberately didn't give him a strengthening technique, just to see how powerful this temporary teammate who broke out halfway is.

However, for this white-haired young man who claims to be a trainee brave—this group of bandits really doesn't even count as a warm-up, they are just weak chickens that can be knocked down with a scabbard.

He instantly killed through the fleeing robber group, like a white light of a comet skimming the ground, rushed into the village and stopped the three pig-headed soldiers who were about to kill.

Facing the pig-headed beast soldiers equipped with heavy armor shields, he finally pulled out the sword from the scabbard. It was an unpretentious ancient sword with a sharp edge and a shiny blade.

It was similar in style to the dagger that the old wolf handed over to Anjaye.

But in the hands of the young swordsman Ryan, it is comparable to an indestructible enchanted sword.

The pig-headed beast soldier's steel-spike shield, which can pat people into meatloaf, can only be smashed in the face of opponents who are fast enough to separate afterimages.

The agility that surpassed the speed of mortal vision capture, and the deadly force of a single blow, made Ryan the terminator of the three giant monsters.

The boy stepped directly on the steel spiked shield sunk into the ground, and then inserted the sword into the pig's nose aimed at him.

The pig-headed soldier who had been stabbed through the head, and didn't even have time to let out a wail, fell down as the sword was pulled out.Ryan, who fell to the ground, turned around, and the blade of the sword bloomed for a moment with white fighting spirit, swaying the high temperature sword pressure that evaporated the rain of blood, and cut the corpse blocking his sight in half. The mace chops and flies.

Then the boy walked around behind the screaming pig-headed soldier, and stabbed another sword through the gap in the leather armor, cutting off half of the pig's buttocks.

In Anjaye's opinion, even Ronan's swordsmanship is probably inferior to this white-haired boy-compared to the bard who loves to roll and dodge in the mud, the white-haired boy just dodged the attack openly. Slanting attacks, even the hammers thrown down by the pig-headed beast soldiers, can be firmly parried with their swords by virtue of their own strength.

Just another humanoid monster.

The three pig-headed beast soldiers really became the three little pigs placed on the butcher's cutting board. Under the sharp sword light of the white-haired boy, they were reduced to bloody corpses.

After the deadly threat was relieved by the reinforcements, the villagers rushed out of the camp immediately and started chasing and killing the escaped and injured robbers. Even though there were many old and weak among them, they picked up the weapons on the ground without fear and joined the battlefield where the situation was reversed— —The toughness of the local folk customs can be seen.

"A bandit group of this size is still entrenched near the city." Ryan sheathed his sword and kicked the eight-piece corpse of the pig-headed beast soldier next to him. "The law and order in Lenghu needs to be strengthened. However, the villagers were not injured." that is really good."

"It's okay, Krapussy, take me to see your father." Anjaye manipulated the mushroom appendage to take the little Krapussy, climbed over the bloody wooden wall, and entered the camp.

"Our village is the fief of Lord Marchius. He has lived in seclusion for many years and allowed refugees to be accommodated in his territory. Finally, everyone can fill their stomachs here." Little Krapussy looked down at the battlefield full of corpses in mid-air, full of But the queen said in fear, "Why do these bandits come to attack the village? We are so poor!"

"Maybe it's just a hyena raised by someone." Anjaye stroked the girl's hair, trying to calm down the trembling girl.

"Xiao'an, I caught some prisoners." The female barbarian also ended her simple battle of killing chickens, and threw several strong men into the gate of the village like sandbags.

"I surrender!" The bandit leader who was still majestic and wanted to flatten the village before, together with his little goblin brother, had their arms broken by Goliath, and they lay down on the muddy ground begging for mercy without the slightest samurai, "Master Witch, let me go!" ! I'm willing to pay the ransom!"

"Let's leave the battlefield to the villagers." An Jiaye looked at the disgusting bug-like gaze across the trembling bandit leader with his big butt up, and she didn't even bother to make an expression of contempt. "Gorlia, these captives are asking you to pry their mouths open."

The one-armed man who led the villagers to fight against the bandits was walking towards Anjaye at this time, his eyes were indifferent and vigilant, mixed with hesitant memories.

His left arm is covered with half of the shoulder armor full of knife marks, while his right arm is empty from the shoulder down, and even the sleeves and arms are completely mutilated.

The one-armed man picked up the pig-headed beast soldier's meat cleaver, and with blood splashing on the weather-stained face, he chopped off the pig-headed man's head.

The one-armed man carried the fat, bloody heavy pig's head, climbed to the top of the gate of the city again, and inserted the bloody booty on the spikes of the wooden stake.

"Dispose of the robber's head and hang it outside together with the skull of the war beast to let them know that we are not easy to mess with."

The one-armed man stood on the high platform of the village wall and gave instructions to the villagers who gathered to cheer for victory.

"Dad." Krapussy called out worriedly from below.

Anjaye looked at the villagers who were dealing with the heads - no wonder there were beast heads hanging on the wooden pillars in front of every house in the village.Speaking of which, the knight Earnshaw he knew was also nicknamed "The Cutter" during his lifetime. People in Lenghu like to cut their heads so much, which seems to be a tradition to deter the enemy.

"Kotailuo, it's me." Anjaye removed the decaying mushroom appendages, put the little Krapussy on the ground safely, and walked slowly towards the man, "Do you recognize me?"

The one-armed man tilted his head, and two complicated and unspeakable gazes enveloped the lame girl below.

"Anjaye?"

The black-haired girl nodded indifferently: "Come down and talk."

The old man named "Kotero" swallowed nervously: "Is it really you? Are you really a witch?"

An Jiaye stared at the face of the strange man who had been exhausted by the mist, and sighed softly: "Thanks for buying mine, he is a reliable person, and let me go to the Star Observation Palace."

"Sit at my house." The man was silent for a moment, then dropped the meat cleaver that was still bleeding, and jumped off the high platform decorated with corpses.

"Goria, please take care of the aftermath." An Jiaye turned sideways and warned Goliath—of course the female barbarian knew what it meant to ask her to deal with the aftermath.She strode between the bandit leader and the goblin, who were trembling with fear at the horrific scene of the villagers executing their comrades, and grabbed one with each hand like a chicken.

"Come on, I'll accompany you to play."

Ryan, the young swordsman who came on stage like a brave man to turn the tide, is also receiving gratitude from the villagers—the white-haired boy seemed to express that he was not full, so he was surrounded by friendly and enthusiastic aunts and invited him to dinner.

"Crapsy, follow me." Cotero raised his arm and waved to the little girl, "Come and meet your aunt."

The little girl who was standing alone watching her father communicate with the witch, had a look of surprise when she heard the sound. Holding the vegetable elf who was still in shock in her arms, she hurriedly ran across the bloody ground and grabbed Anjaye's robe , like a cute face that depends on some kind of daydream to survive, showing a bright smile from the heart.

"aunt!"