The Witch of Comprehensive Network: From Azeroth to the Classic of Mountains and Seas

The big witch stared at the tiny mortal things below.

This descendant of a bard related to time.

At this moment, he calmly drank the witch medicine in the gourd.

It wasn't the hottest spirit, but it had the same experience of "piercing the stomach".

For those souls who have misbehavior or are dominated by darkness, this is a more pure and violent purification than most holy water...

The witch medicine brewed by the great witch himself.

Even the most common formula is enough to produce eye-catching effects.

It was also at that time that this mortal being was regarded as a father in the secular sense, and the reason why he was unwilling to drink the witchcraft gifted by the great witch.

For such an existence that wanders in many time and space, it is naturally not willing to be "confined" to a limited civilization lineage.

And just as what Yi Xia observed at this moment, the other party has indeed fully fulfilled the duties of a "father" here.

It's just that the nature of the other party, which transcends worldly concepts, obviously does not apply to ethical relationships on an ordinary level.

Of course, he was willing to come here, but not because of the father of this mortal named Corrado...

The big witch's eyes were filled with endless fire, staring at the mortal beings who were staggering and throwing down the gourd.

Fierce and scalding power is surging and stirring in his body.

His will is being honed at this moment.

And in areas other than the ordinary material level, the impact of some more idealistic levels comes like a raging wave.

That is the judgment of witch medicine from the conceptual level.

Even if it is placed in the multiverse, after drinking the witch potion safely, all the promised ingredients will be presented in the cloudy liquid one by one...

And the hotness and scorching heat after the violent restlessness are the rewards given by the great witch's will...

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The gray robe of the Northland - Saad Geller, the seven-point law enforcement officer of the plastic peak - is cautiously spying on the scene in the distant area at this moment.

As the main patrol and law enforcement officer of natural weather and monster pollution in this area.

Saad al-Qal began its journey through the snow-capped mountains when the north wind began to howl.

Occasionally, he would join passing caravans.

While chatting for entertainment, he also took a look at whether he was carrying contraband.

And more often, Saad Geller would walk alone in this gray world.

Apart from the green sea in his hometown, the winter storm is something that Saad-Galer is more familiar with.

Only now, at a time when the storm should have been raging and jubilant, everything has come to a standstill.

And the reasons for all the changes do not require Saad Geller to conduct a detailed or difficult investigation.

That is the stalwart figure whose outline can be glimpsed with the naked eye even if it is an ordinary thing:

In the deep valley of the snow-capped mountain called the "Seventh Ice Peak" by passing travelers, a magnificent life beyond Saad Geller's experience and imagination is floating there.

If it weren't for being able to perceive the other party's indescribably terrifying breath of life, Saad Geller would rather classify it as some kind of incomprehensible grand illusion.

But obviously, the real situation is always much worse than people expected.

An alien terror has somehow descended into this world, and he, Saad Ghal, just happens to be patrolling the area...

According to the rules of the Plastic Peak Spire, he should step forward to question him at this time, and even prepare to expel him.

only……

Saad Geller looked at the majestic figure that almost blocked the entire star.

He felt that the rules of the steeple were somewhat inconsiderate...

Such a life, maybe the masters of those legendary towers have the right to have an equal dialogue with them?
Fortunately, the other party did not intend to hide his intentions.

That narration is much more "powerful" than the broadcast in the material world, so that Saad-Galer, who is in a rather remote area based on this, can hear it clearly.

Although the other party did not give more statements.

But for Saad Geller, that's enough.

Contact between mortals and ancient gods?

The taboo inheritance passed down from generation to generation?
The gift and trial of the ancient gods...

Saad Geller shook his head secretly, trying to suppress the many mixed emotions in his consciousness.

The other party may not be aware of their peeping.

Or maybe he noticed it, but didn't pay much attention to it.

But no matter what the situation is, it is always a safer choice to work hard to maintain your emotional calm.

Although in the century that has passed, those fanatical trends about the ancient gods have been gradually falsified and forgotten by time.

But the knowledge derived from it has also been handed down more or less.

Saad-Galah had no contact with the real Old Gods.

But if there are ancient gods with other concepts in this world, Saad Geller feels that they may not be as powerful as the one he is looking at at the moment.

Maintain peace of mind, maintain the rationality of the will...

In the face of such frightening things, an overly restless consciousness is a more dangerous element...

So, Saad Geller turned his attention to the mortal who might not be so strange.

As early as when he was in the capital of thousands of peaks, Saad Geller had heard about the deeds of the other party.

A young bard who is still trying to find a certain ancient god in an era when the ancient god culture has passed away...

Some good people even gave the other party a limited title that was full of mockery.

Like in the age of gunfire, still retrospectively belongs to the mortals of knightly romance.

Those existences that go against the trend of the times will always be given more and more heterogeneous attention.

Saad Geller also once believed that this was just a way for the other party to try to gain fame.

For bards, a group that has never been very peaceful, there is indeed no shortage of such existences.

It's just that now it seems that everything seems to have been foreshadowed at the beginning...

Saad-Galle watched the young bard struggle to get up from the ground.

From Saad Geller's point of view, even though the other party has benefited from the gift of the ancient god, it still looks weak.

But what is certain is that even those ancient existences known to Saad Geller would probably not embarrass the young bard unnecessarily...

In Saad-Ghal's values, that is more important than the direct gift of the ancient gods...

In this way, this contact between man and ancient god came to an end.

Just as abrupt as its arrival, the other party's departure was equally unpredictable.

When the cold breath of winter returned to this area angrily again.

Saad Geller just came to his senses in such a cold air.

Branlavich-Collado...

This name is taboo for this gray-robed mage, and it has a different meaning at this time.

He suddenly thought of a legendary carpenter he knew before, who also had such a name.

But fortunately, he was an old carpenter who had always kept his own place, so he wouldn't have anything to do with these ancient gods...

Saad Geller thought so, he decided to get in touch with this young bard...