She Is Not a Witch

"Foam in the swaying water"

"The revolving balance of entrusted thoughts"

In the wilderness, a breeze blows across the sea of ​​white velvet grass, and a witch in white clothes stands in it, singing loudly, and the melodious singing is accompanied by the ripples of the wind, drifting into the distance.

At the end of the song, the witch slowly opened her eyes, and there was a slight applause behind her.

"Sister Yi's singing voice is still so beautiful."

Two priestesses in similar clothes walked slowly through the waist-length sea of ​​grass.

They are the witches of the four seasons from the southern border. Because they follow Lorraine Hill, their clothes are also biased towards the eastern witches. The main body is white, and the collars are embroidered with different prints according to their belongings.

"You guys are here." Yi Huanbi turned his head and looked at the two season witches who were slightly smaller than him.

"Well, I just finished my work and went out for a walk while it was still dark. I didn't expect to meet Elder Sister Yi." One of the witches with fire leaf prints on her cuffs said happily. is lively.

"Actually, I heard the voice and came here because I was a little curious. I don't know if I've disturbed Senior Yi." Another witch with a light blue wind leaf print on her cuffs was much more polite.

"No, actually there is no need to be so restrained." Yi Huanbi showed a shallow smile, only then did he realize that this lord witch is actually a young girl, not as serious as on the battlefield.

"Let's sit down for a while. The sunset here on the hillside is good." Yi Huanbi took the two of them a few steps forward and sat on a west-facing hillside.

There are mostly hills and mountains in the west, and the sunset on the opposite side slowly sinks towards the valleys between the mountains with a soft afterglow.

"Which song is Sister Yi singing just now? I haven't heard it before." The witch of Fengye asked.

"Lord Luolan didn't teach this song, but I learned it from the local people here." Yi Huanbi narrated slowly.

Since the war between the southern border and the western border, many of them, the witches of the four seasons, have also gone with the army, some as support on the battlefield, some in charge of logistics, comforting local residents, and some in charge of healing, dealing with pain and other things.

As a rare Sequence 7 Transcendent in the Southern Territory, Yi Huanbi is not only a powerful force on the battlefield, but also the chief of these witches in the army, like an elder sister.

"It sounds good~" Another lively Fireleaf Witch raised her little hand to express her opinion.

The other two smiled and chatted for a while before talking about the origin of the song.

"It seems to be a local folk song, but after several adaptations, it became what it is now." Yi Huanbi stroking his black hair, slowly speaking.

"It was originally a hymn dedicated to the gods, and later added words to remember and record the past."

"The full version of this song is actually very long. Not much is known about it now. Only the short part of the melody in front is still being hummed, and this part is what I sang."

"Oh, sister Yi knows a lot." The lively witch said enviously.

"I just asked more people. If you want to get along well with the local residents, you must know their past and customs. That's what Lord Lorraine said."

"Phew, Lord Lolan is too far away from me, unlike Elder Sister Yi, who can easily meet me."

"Hehe, come on, as long as you work hard, you will have a chance to meet Lord Luo Lan in the future. In fact, His Highness is quite easy-going. It's hard to imagine her being angry." Yi Huanbi said with a smile covering his mouth.

"Well, don't say it, I'm already very envious, **** it." The petite and lively Fireleaf Witch supported her head with her hands.

The three of them sat on the lawn under the setting sun, watching the sunset glow in the sky, talking slowly, and the topic slowly turned to this war.

"The battlefield is really cruel. Recently, I helped Sister Fulian take care of the patients. The injuries suffered by those soldiers made me feel very painful."

"Yes."

Yi Huanbi also sighed softly. Unlike the two around her, she faced the battlefield directly, and cast a large-scale fire spell, watching the enemy turn to ashes in the flames.

Before setting foot on the battlefield, many witches had never killed anyone, nor had they been exposed to particularly cruel things, but the environment of the battlefield quickly made them mature.

How many people must be turned into ashes in her own flames to end this vast war, she fell into thoughts briefly.

Before setting off, although the instructors had given counseling to these witches to avoid falling into psychological guilt and anxiety, the facts were far more shocking than the narration. Even if they knew what they were doing was correct, they would still Some uneasy.

Therefore, every evening, she would take a walk outside the camp alone to relieve her boredom.

"It hurts, but we still have to move on."

She took off the flute at her waist, held it in front of her lips, and played it slowly.

Although he is in the empire of the Western Continent, Yi Huanbi still remembers the tunes he learned when he was a child. The teacher who taught him to play the flute was a powerful musician and swordsman. I got a lot of things for myself.

It's a pity that she was too young at that time, and she forgot many things, but now she only remembers playing the flute.

If the phoenix and the bird don't sing, where is the shengxiao?

The swordsman teacher is a persistent person, angry with some phenomena in the dynasty, he once said that he would use the sword in his hand to wipe out all injustices in the world, and he has been neglecting such things as playing the flute and the piano for a long time, until he was in Yihuanbi. When the family was recuperating, it was slowly picked up.

Although I don't live in the Eastern Continent now, many principles are common.

The sound of the flute is melodious, and as the night falls, there is also a bit of nostalgia and melancholy, but the player who plays the flute is not immersed in it all the time, and it turns soft towards the end, showing its openness and comfort.

"Let's go, it's time to go back."

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In the third era, in July 1715, the rime-filled Titania finally thawed out, and the millions of residents who were trapped in this huge city gradually woke up, and then a war broke out in the sky.

The world marveled at the towering Titan, the flying tome, the frost-breathing giant dragon, trembling in the great battle that covered the sky and the sun, and feared this almost godlike battle~www.readwn.com~Finally, The blue surrounding wind and water smashed the flames and frost all over the sky, and also cleared the shadows on the sky. Then 24 sages came here, announcing the arrival of the age of mortals.

Neither witches nor sages are allowed to get involved in the empire's internal strife.

Afterwards, under the cover of roaring Dragonwing planes, the army in the southern border broke through barriers and pushed the front line to the hinterland of the western border, where the Salius family was located.

Under the towering Whitestone Castle, the banners of Dryer Wood fluttered in the wind, and the Duke of Griffon, who guarded the isolated city, stood on the wall with a sword. In the sky, the last Griffin Knights hovered with flapping wings, looking at the city below. The army that stepped forward.

The leading knight was still so familiar. Jailan, holding a holy sword, rode an armored horse, and climbed up the familiar stairs step by step, walking towards the tall barrier that he once thought would be the whole of his life.

"Times have changed, my lord."

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