Witch Forest Friends Club

"Let me tell Miss Witch."

The vicissitudes of life and amiable voice came from outside the door, and the three elders walked into the chapel one after another.

The time for them to make a decision was faster than Anjaye thought.

But the girl was not surprised, she already knew what the result would be - this is the benefit of having a shelter from the school, and the wily elders of the shelter are not stupid people who don't understand their own situation, so they won't bargain with her.

"The Bloodfly Pit is located on the outskirts of the Slippery Worm Point - it was a large sewer pit deliberately collapsed by the ancestors of our race who were seeking independence when resisting the invading nobles, completely burying the army that came to crusade - later' After the rise of Apocalypse, a settlement was built above it, which is now the most prosperous area of ​​'Slippery Corner' and the core site of 'Apocalypse'."

In the sunken eye sockets of the elders of the boat gang, there was a slight sense of disgust and unbearable exhaustion.

"They are cultivating the raw materials for making the 'Apocalypse' potion in the Bloodfly Pit. It is heavily guarded and it is difficult for non-core members to enter. The 'Kenny' you are looking for and the child who was kidnapped also have a high probability of being killed. Take it there."

"Is there anything that needs special attention?" Anjaye asked cautiously.

"Be careful of the underground blood fly nests. They are accompanied by a hallucinogenic fungus, with a strong appetite and infectious diseases. Although they are afraid of fire, they will be very annoying if they are in large numbers."

"Also, don't stray into the depths of the sewer, which is full of poisonous gas and landslides. It is an area where humans cannot move, but it is occupied by some inert but powerful monsters. The garbage produced by the city for centuries, plus the 'Apocalypse 'The bones disposed of by those people, and even the pollutants excreted from making potions, all eventually piled up there, and who knows what horrible monsters were fed."

An Jiaye nodded to show his understanding: "As an outsider, I will not make rash actions, and my companions and I also have enough strength to fight against the enemy."

"Miss Poisonous Capsicum, you have found here, there must be enough helpers." The elder of the boat gang pointed out.

"Then what do the elders mean?" The situation was clear, An Jiaye said bluntly, "Are you willing to join?"

The three elders looked at each other again, their calm and firm demeanor, like three ancient stone statues weathered by the dust of time, finally got rid of the hard dust condensed on their bodies in the face of the continuous fire day and night. shell, and regained the flesh and blood that he had in the past.

"The Messenger of the Wave, I hope that the 'Sanctuary' can abandon the rules of hiding from the world since the age of fog, and participate in a more grand struggle."

The elder fisherman said indifferently with a bit of resignation to his fate.

"But we just convert to the dark 'still water' - in the sewers of the dark city, we can't set off a 'wave', but we have to cooperate with the footsteps of the pilgrims and find out a nest of bad bugs that poison human nature. It is our duty."

"The dark city in Anland has been the last bastion to protect the people of Cold Lake in the mist for thousands of years. Someone must stand up and protect the roots of Andran." The elder of the dock said impassionedly.

Although it was a beautiful scene, the elders undoubtedly unified their opinions.

"Without further delay, let us fulfill our covenant obligations."

Chapter 99 Miss An's Dark City War, Farewell to Fanna's Horror

I never thought that I would start a war like Gambino. I can't say that this war is meaningful. There will be bloodshed and death.All I had was the determination and the strength to win for what I believed in and wanted.Just like mushrooms grow in the world, survival is war, and they don't need to find a reason. ——"Ankaye's Chat Notes"

"Miss An, here is the 'Apocalypse' potion seized from the scumbags, as well as the samples of blood flies and mushrooms you asked for."

"Thank you Elder Downey, you let me know the sincerity of the sanctuary."

An Jiaye took a black cloth bag from the tall old man in civilian clothes in front of him.

The girl let go of her pocket, and with the aid of a nearby torch, glanced roughly, and saw that inside the bag stuffed with cotton rags was a dark blue potion reagent fixed on a delicate wooden card slot, and a transparent glass bottle. , a hairy flying insect crawling on the dark red flower-shaped mushrooms like clotted blood.

Flying insects look like giant red and black flies, but they have disgusting mouthparts sharper than mosquitoes. They pierce into the surface of mushrooms and suck the secreted juice. The bright red compound eyes move quietly and strangely, and the bloated belly Continuously swell and wriggle while sucking.

The girl didn't take it out for a closer look on the spot, but tightened her pockets again, and Mirsa tacitly summoned the shadow servants, who secretly grabbed the black cloth bag and brought it into the shadow space.

According to the negotiation results between An Jiaye and the Huo Huo Elders.

The Sanctuary will directly dispatch troops to cooperate with the pilgrims to suppress the "Blood Fly Pit", and the troops that can be dispatched immediately by the Sanctuary are precisely the serious and mighty, bearded but still young wharf gang elder in front of the girl. lead the team.

An Jiaye was standing on the pier of the sanctuary at the moment, witnessing the ringing of the big bell of the "Fire Protection Ceremony Hall", and the warrior men who were sheltered by the sanctuary immediately gathered from all directions.

According to Firethorne—the root of the shelter, it has been connected to various industries of An Rand since ancient times. No matter they are born in a bright or dark corner of the city, as long as they receive an order to protect their homeland, they will abide by the traditions passed down from their ancestors. Commitment, gathered in the light of the "root fire", fighting for the sanctuary.

"What do you think of this team?"

When Ketailuo came to Anjaye, the man seemed to have shaken off the blow of his daughter's disappearance, and filled his heart with resentment and pain into burning fighting spirit—he will follow the "Fire Bramble" to participate in the sanctuary's development. In attack.

"The morale is very strong." An Jiaye responded coldly to his cousin, "Be careful, don't get Krapussy back, and make her lose her father instead."

"Thank you." Koteiro responded to the girl's awkward concern with a straight face.

"Although from the perspective of the school witches, this is just a gang of mobs entrenched in the ground, pitifully desperate for a little bit of shady territory. But we are just small roles, we have no choice, right?"

"I don't think so." An Jiaye turned his head and denied.

"Ann, I won't lose my family anymore." The man stared at her side face with flickering eyes, and suddenly showed a relieved smile. He raised his pitchfork, let out a resolute cry, and strode towards the dense team below, as if Declaring that even if he only has one hand left, he still has the fangs to protect the nest.

"Yes, no." An Jiaye also encouraged his cousin as he merged into the crowd.

The girl silently swears in her heart.

Crapsey, she must be rescued.

"Children! The Fernando family has betrayed their covenant with Sanctuary for many years, and now, our 'honest and generous' mayor is colluding with those dirty bugs in an attempt to take the entire city for himself."

Elder Downey was standing on a high platform made of cargo boxes, delivering a mobilization speech to the soldiers surrounding him.

"Just like defeating countless tyrants and careerists in the past, the children of Lenghu will not let people take away their homes! We have been living here since the age of mist, and we will continue to live here!"

"Yes!" The soldiers roared sharply.

"Look at you—hey, Johnny, the shoemaker's business has been tough lately, and the price of leather has gone up again."

The elder named several fighters who were particularly angry.

"Andre, the price of livestock is too cheap to sell. The profiteers who support the 'Apocalypse' want to rob your cattle and sheep!"

"Look at everyone - Leng Hubo's fleet has also blocked the route to 'Paolisad', and the goods cannot be shipped there. Many people are on the verge of bankruptcy. The salary at the dock has dropped again, The grain road leading to Twilight City was sold by the nobles to the Shiwan leader, and our flour also lost money!"

"The world is difficult. Not only do we have to work hard for our daily survival, but we also have to be robbed of our final refuge by those parasites. Can we agree!"

"cannot!"

"Of course not! As long as the shelter is there! They will still be afraid of us, knowing that the roots coiled underground, clinging to a ball of flames, may rush out of the ground at any time and burn their butts!"

In the roar of laughter from the boys.

The old man raised a big mallet high and called out to the loyal fighters in the shelter.

"This is a battle of revenge! Don't swallow your anger!"

An Jiaye stood behind the old man leaning on his stick, watching the angry shouting crowd on the pier, and turned his head to rush towards the assembled underground fleet.

Koteiro is right.

The excited faces in front of me may come from a certain shipyard, a certain pier, a certain fishing boat, or a certain store-in the world of supernatural beings, they are just members of the general public, but they are letting go of the things they depend on to make a living. After picking up tools and weapons, without exception, they are all fighters who do not hesitate to fight for their homeland.

The courage to swing the sword to the strong, the waves that have dyed the cold lake red for hundreds of years have not stopped, and are still passed on through the roots underground.

Fight or die.

Anjaye looked down at the slightly trembling mushroom bushes that sensed her heart on the stick of heart bud—what can I do for them?

"Okay, everyone is a reputable man, find your respective community team, and board the ship steadily!" Boss Downey maintained the order of the troops, "Dark Harbor Ranger and Fire Guard follow me."

"Miss An, I hope you will let the enemy die happily." The old man turned his head and gave the girl a heroic laugh, then ran up neatly and jumped onto a large boat studded with iron thorns like a hedgehog, "Let's go!"

On the boat, he took off the commoner cloak that represented the identity of the "Dockside Firekeeper", and put on a pair of old but strong half-length armor. He blended in with the good guys around him, and he was a warrior who showed his majestic appearance.

"Don't mind, Boss Downey is short-tempered. After holding it in for so many years, he is finally able to vent his anger." Firethorne came to the girl and said.

"It can be seen that he is the main combat faction."

Anjaye nodded and watched the ships, the hidden waves on the stagnant and calm dark river, also began to hold up his staff, greeted his companions, followed the fire thorns, and left towards the trestle where the bustling pier market was located go.

"After all, the predecessor of 'Apocalypse' was the radicals who split from the Wharf Gang, but in the end they degenerated into the nobility's henchmen, lying on the city to suck blood, greedy and cruel, and knowing what to do—if these traitors can't be dealt with, Boss Downey I will take this regret to the grave, and I will not sleep well."

Firebriar's disgust was mixed with regret: "That Mountbatten was originally a highly respected foreman of the Dock Gang. He was upright and powerful, and he was loved by the workers. But ten years ago, his wife and children were involved in a gang struggle. In the movie, he was tortured and killed by gangsters. In order to get revenge, he went to the lair of the gangsters, but he only killed the gangster who killed his wife and children. He was arrested by the magistrate without even touching the gangster. Locked in death row. But one day he suddenly escaped from prison, and then mixed with the gangs that were hostile to the enemy, and killed all the enemies, including the sheriff who was in collusion with the gang.

"No one knows how he possessed such terrifying power. Until the supporters of that gang fell in the political struggle, Mountbatten was pardoned and transformed into a champion of the arena, with the power to run rampant in Shuangcheng Harbor Undefeated."

"Give it to me, Mountbatten." Gloria pressed her fists heavily, squinted at Ryan, who was shorter than her, and interrupted with a bright grin, "Don't rob me of anyone."

"And coincidentally, the sheriff who was exterminated and the evidence of collusion with gangsters were exposed, and the former port officer who was dismissed and convicted were all political enemies of Mayor Fernando, and it was Bo'an who came in to check and balance him at the border of Cold Lake. .”

Firethorn turned her head charmingly, showing a "you know" smile to An Jiaye.

"After a series of bloody turmoil, the gangsters seized by Mountbatten integrated into the rise of 'Apocalypse', and the mayor also had obedient thugs in the dark city."

Anjaye listened indifferently to the causes and consequences of the rise of "Apocalypse".

Knowing that he had to find Fan Na, he had a good discussion on how to deal with Fernando.

But the most important task at present is to eradicate the nest of "Apocalypse", the source of pests, and cut off an arm of the man behind the scenes.

"Who else is the leader of the Apocalypse besides Mountbatten?" Anjaye continued to ask.

"There are three bosses on the stage of 'Apocalypse', and the other two are 'Sandcat Eater' Bruceka, a former water bandit leader and smuggler, and a military adviser nicknamed 'Black Fox'."

"Among them, Bruceka, the boss of the 'Apocalypse' base camp, the 'Fly's Nest', is just a puppet supported by Mountbatten, responsible for maintaining the gang's daily business operations. As a think tank, 'Black Fox' always wears a fox mask, hiding Conspiracies and tricks are planned in the shadows, in charge of assassination forces such as "Scavenger", carry out the work of eliminating dissidents and negotiations, and the most important production and sales network of "Apocalypse" potions, and the right-hand man of the leader of "Apocalypse" with Mountbatten .”

"As for the real behind-the-scenes leader, it is rumored to be called 'Ouroboros', but no one has ever seen his true face." Firethorne said in a fearful tone, "From the circulation of the 'Apocalypse' potion to the black witchcraft festival According to the collection of artifacts and all kinds of clues, it should be the demon believer you mentioned."

"Be careful, no matter what the truth is, there must be extremely dangerous dark wizards in the 'Apocalypse'." Anjaye emphasized emphatically.

After all, even the "Bone-eating Witch" Kardashian, the veteran "Full Moon" witch who is only one step away from the "Eclipse" powerhouse, surrendered to the power of the nameless demon.

It will involve the evil monster such as the "soul-sucking banshee"-the mysterious "Uroboros", whose danger must be regarded as beyond the level of Kardashian.

But An Jiaye didn't feel scared, she was no longer what she used to be, and all the teammates around her were unfathomable monsters, not to mention that she could take advantage of the general trend of the academy.

For the sake of Crapsey, she must do her best to exterminate these pests.

Count them all as fertilizer for mushrooms!

"Mr. Ryan." Anjaye turned to greet the trainee brave man—this white-haired boy picked up by the side of the road was simply a gold medalist sent to his door, and her luck was really good.

"Do you think our current battle has value?"

"I don't know, let's talk about it after calling. To be honest, I am very envious of these people in the shelter—" Ryan observed the people in the "shelter" who were in a state of preparation all the way, as if, as he said, he was witnessing another unusual way of survival , "Because they have such a hateful enemy in front of them, waiting to be destroyed."

"Miss Poisonous Capsicum, your enemy will surely not let you down."

At this point, Anjaye knew her identity, and it was no secret to Ryan. She just pretended to be confused and didn't reveal the veil.

Ryan Osborn, a warrior in the name of a brave man, is undoubtedly aloof. No matter what his purpose is, he must follow and participate in this battle.

When An Jiaye felt the pure light and heat like the pale sun in the sailing arena, and when he was promoted on the road of Dayuan stimulated by the "contamination" - he knew that he would only be a hero who challenged everything upright, absolutely It is no doubt reassuring to be in a warship with such a man who disdains meanness.

Now Elder Downey led the elite fighters to the outskirts of "Bloodfly Pit" to join Ronan.

The fishing and hunting elders also contacted the various branches of the "Sanctuary" and were responsible for the deterrent cleaning of the outer strongholds of "Apocalypse".

The elder of the ship gang who was sitting in the "Fire Guarding Ceremony Hall" rang the ancient bronze bell on the monastery to see off the soldiers who looked down on death. Resounding in Shuangcheng Port, it is like the struggle to defend their way of life time and time again in history.

"Friends, come aboard with me."

Guided by the fire thorns, Anjaye and her pest control team passed through the pier market and were invited to board a small wooden boat with a square boat building.

"Are we going to take this boat?" Gloria sniffled and looked towards the ship building. "I smell incense and leather."

"It seems that a sewing shop is built on the boat." An Jiaye looked at the signs of scissors and needlework hanging on the boat tower. She observed many shops operating on the boat along the way. This boat is probably the same. The guise of a sewing shop that actually serves a shelter.

Ryan held his head and said indifferently: "I think it's pretty good, and it's not easy to be suspected."

"According to the battle plan, if you want to sneak into the lair of 'Apocalypse', you need to 'disguise'."

Firethorn uncovered the curtain hanging at the entrance of the ship building, led An Jiaye and his party in, and introduced them to the captain's way.

"This is Mr. 'Flying Shrimp', a tailor who has served the Shelter for more than 40 years."

It was an elderly tailor wearing a sewing bib and goggles secured by belts. He took off the old-fashioned peaked cap on his head, folded his hands and bowed to everyone, and the tool bag at his waist also bent over And there was a clanging sound, and the tool bag was filled with scissors, leather knives, measuring tapes, compasses and other tools.

"Okay, friends, please stand in a row. Let Mr. 'Flying Shrimp' help you measure the 'size'."

While Anjaye and the others remained still on the slightly swaying boat, the tailor measured their sizes in the air, and briefly walked around a few people, and then stepped into the room separated by the curtain—then there was a burst of rummaging and the sound of debris.

While waiting, "Firethorn" hummed a light tune, and his right boot followed the rhythm of the ship's shaking, and kept stepping on the deck to beat the time.

"Guests, please come in." After the "Flying Shrimp" finished his work, the proprietress pulled back the curtain - and revealed it in front of An Jiaye and others - four sets of costumes with different styles, together with matching masks , hanging on an elegant wooden hanger.

"This is for you, go and take part in a mask party." The proprietress raised her hands excitedly.

"Oh, Avril likes this outfit!" Miss Mermaid rushed up to pick up a murloc mask and party dress.

"Well, it suits you very well." An Jiaye saw the blue ugly and cute murloc headgear, and commented forcefully.

"Sorry, lady, I don't have your size, so I can only wrong you to wear men's clothing."

"Oh, I'm a warrior." Gloria carelessly passed the tailor and grabbed her new clothes, "I'm not used to wearing skirts."

Anjaye also staggered forward, and took down a shiny and shiny butterfly mask from the hanger.

"I don't need clothes, this mask is enough."

"It's a pity, meow." Meowersa leaned close to her face, and licked the girl's shiny earlobe, "I still want to see Xiao An's glamorous dress."