Release that Witch

When McMug took the nightingale into the battle, the situation reversed instantly.

The devil screamed in anger, forced to give up chasing the flexible lightning, and swooped down and rushed straight toward the wheat. The arm, which was still not fully recovered, lifted the spear again and swollen quickly. The skin was cracked and the blood spray spattered.

This time, the shot is still very strong, but the spear thrown is no longer the original power, at least the nightingale can capture the trajectory of the spear.

"Mc!" She patted the behemoth under her body, then unfolded the fog and took a step forward.

“Hey!” The shape of the wheat scorpion was sharply reduced at the same time, turning into a pigeon again.

The huge goal suddenly disappeared, and the spear flew between the two with a whistling sound, and fell to the sea.

At the next moment, the nightingale that emerged from the fog returned to the back of the sinister wheat stalk, and the entire dodge process flowed.

The devil sent a painful mourning, only to see its arm began to shrink inward, and finally collapsed like a strip of water. But its left hand is still holding the reins, maneuvering the mount and slamming into the two, watching the posture seems to want to die.

McMug is obviously not as it is, and when she is about to collide, she suddenly sinks and passes the enemy. When the balance is restored, the nightingale on the back has disappeared.

The latter appeared as a ghost behind the devil.

The enemy is trying to untie the ropes that fix the body, and the nightingale will naturally not give this opportunity to the other party.

She vented the trigger with anger and the gunshot sounded continuously.

This round of shooting not only penetrated the carapace behind the devil, but also penetrated its chest. The enemy made a series of hoarse voices, and soon fell into the blood.

Finally, the evil beast that lost the owner was also killed by the lightning bolt that came, fell into the sea, and soon disappeared.

The distant look slowly landed on the coast.

"What should I do next?" The nightingale looked anxiously at Anna. At this time, I am afraid that she can only keep calm.

"It’s been a long delay, even if it’s a night flight, the hot air balloon needs to arrive at the town at midnight,” Anna said in a word. “Royal Roland must be carried by lightning and wheat, and set off first.”

"No problem!" The huge head of the beast opened its mouth in the blood.

"I...no problem, let us know." The little girl's look looks a bit low, probably because she feels that she is an explorer, but she is afraid to fight the enemy, which leads to everyone getting into trouble.

The nightingale touched her head. "No one is good at it when he is born. It is not your fault."

The witches tied the unconscious Prince to the back of the wheat stubble, and the broken hand was carried by lightning. The two quickly vacated and flew along the Chishui River to the town.

"What about us?" Wendy asked. "My magic is not much left."

"Continue to fly, how far you can fly. The enemy may send a second team to search. It is too close to the snow-capped mountains. We have to leave as soon as possible." Anna said, "After waiting in the safe zone, we will find another covert." The place is camped."

Her decision was unanimously endorsed by the remaining witches.

The lookout rose again, and there were only five people left in the basket.

“How did the devil find us?” Soloya said. “The hot air balloons and baskets are painted with sky camouflage. It is difficult to distinguish them at the height of more than 2,000 meters.”

"A huge devil," Hillvi frowned. "It squatted at the top of a black spire, with a huge head larger than the body, covered with countless eyes. I just looked at it... it The eyes were all looking at me. Then there were hundreds of devils coming out of the ground, and the whole area seemed to be boiling."

"Is there such a monster?" Soloya took a sigh of relief.

"More than that, the two flying mounts are also very strange," Anna said. "The blood that flows out of the guns is not black as ink, but the dark blue, which is not mixed with the evil spirits encountered in the demon month." same."

"It's similar to the devil," Soloya added. "I saw the first devil in the nightingale shooting is blue blood."

"Don't they be evil beasts?" Hillvi asked.

"I don't know... but it's great that McMug can become their appearance," Wendy exclaimed. "If it weren't for her rescue of the nightingale, we would all be in danger."

"She has evolved," the nightmare, who had been silent, suddenly said, "I saw that the magic in her body is no longer a rotating cyclone, but a fixed pattern of a pair of unfolding whites. wing."

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The lightning hugs the arm of His Royal Highness, and his heart is full of anger.

The devil is just like a cockroach. It is not strong enough to cope with it in the air. If she can leave the basket at the beginning and stop the enemy, the temple will not be seriously injured.

It is an unshirkable duty of an explorer to come forward to protect his companions. When exploring the fjord waters, any danger is the Thunder’s first step, taking everyone through one difficulty after another, whether it is against the pirates or against the deep sea behemoths, he Did not retreat a step.

For the first time, Lightning realized that it was still far away from the great explorers.

But my father also mentioned that fear can be dispelled by cognition and familiarity, and skills can be mastered through repeated training.

She made up her mind that when she was wounded, she begged him to send himself a special pistol, and asked her sister-in-law to teach her shooting and fighting skills.

"How is Your Highness?" Mai groaned, compared to the sound of the pigeons, her voice was hoarse and muddy, like the wind blowing in the stone cave. "I feel his body is getting cold."

The little girl tightened her fist and turned and flew to the back of the wheat.

I saw Roland's eyes closed, his lips pale, and the messy gray long hair, even more lifeless. The blood on the clothes has solidified, and the blackened wounds look terrible. She gently put her hand on the other's neck, and the weak beat proved that the prince was still alive, but the touch of the fingertips was cold and scary.

"How much is your magic?" Lightning estimated the distance. "We have to move at full speed."

"Okay!"

When the two arrived in Bianbu Town, the little girl felt dizzy, and the excessive speed would not only quickly deplete the magic, but also a great burden on the body. She clenched her teeth and used her last strength to fall directly into the vestibule of the castle. She shouted at the guard who heard the movement and came over with the gun. "Call Miss Nanava, the prince is wounded!" To be continued. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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