She Is Not a Witch

Amidst the thunder and lightning, the air was torn apart from time to time, and the smell of burnt permeated the atmosphere. In the forest that turned into a fiery sea of ​​flames, a silver figure swam around, avoiding the incandescent lightning from the sky from time to time.

During the high-speed flight, Lorraine Hill swooped down at low altitude, bringing up pieces of sawdust and sparks, shaking and blurring in the high-temperature airflow, making it difficult for the pursuers behind to aim and hit for a while.

The pupils of the eyes in the mask flickered, and countless information slipped through the consciousness like a tide, constantly analyzing. While fighting and dodging, Lorraine Hill has been looking for Ibell's real body.

If these magical beasts are under her command, they must be within her sight range, and forests and mountains will block such observations.

Will it be there.

While thinking about it, several Lightning Thunder Eagles turned into lightning and flew down, hitting the silver figure, bringing up bursts of debris and dust.

No, maybe the other party can observe through the magic beast instead of playing in person.

During the flight, the girl looked at the data displayed on the screen in her field of vision. The activation level of the holy object was still reduced to 31%, and she didn't have much time left.

No, no, the girl quickly muttered in her heart.

Although the order of war has great advantages in dealing with monsters, both offensive and defensive, but it is still too inconvenient for roaming and exploration.

The original silver figure fell suddenly and was submerged in a sea of ​​flames. The lightning in the sky lost its target and began to concentrate on the disappearing area, and then ice sprayed from a distant place to disperse the smoke and sparks.

In the ruins on the ground, a dark golden metal lotus remained motionless, reflecting a little light in the firelight. After a tense minute, many electric falcons and Thunderhawks descended, coiled around the sky, and began to summon electric pillars that wandered one after another. Clean up this land.

Lightning shot through, pieces of wood and sparks flew, and the hiding place in the sea of ​​flames became smaller and smaller.

Finally, when the electric column was about to touch the metal lotus, several blue cracks broke through it. Immediately, a pair of soft wings stretched out from it. The soft and long feathers were like streamers, with a hint of blue in the white.

Then the pair of wings spread quickly and grew up in the wind, fully absorbing the mana and magic power in the air.

Accompanied by the pair of wings is Lorraine Hill with long blue hair. She is covered with a turquoise-like satin dress, and there is a streamer of grass and wood patterns between the wide sleeves, fluttering in the flames and wind.

I feel that the surroundings of my body are much smoother and clearer. Although there is only Natural Sequence 6 at present, it is much more flexible than the previous Sequence 7.

The girl's thoughts danced, thinking that it was because of the fit. I was originally good at wind and change, but I advanced with the sacred objects in the opposite field, which is tantamount to binding my own hands and feet.

This sacred object was a trap from the very beginning, what a fool myself.

Well, although I suffered some losses, but fortunately I also learned a lot of experience, so I won't be so easy to be fooled in the future.

After thinking about all this, Lorraine Hill put away the holy object in his hand, and looked up at the countless lightning lights approaching. She raised her right hand, and many winds began to surround her, as if jumping for joy.

The eyelashes closed gently while trembling, and the emerald green swallowtail gradually formed on the back of the finger, which seemed to be the crystallization of magic power extraction layer by layer, while the surrounding flames and air flow slowly fell into a suppressed stagnation.

The back of her fingers gradually approached, and the girl kissed the green wind butterfly formed on it, and then the butterfly shattered, and countless violent air currents were released suddenly, sweeping up along with the surrounding fallen trees and flames.

The crimson wind and flames flooded the sky above like a stormy sea, and the sky was shaped like daytime, brilliant and bright, allowing creatures dozens of miles around to see it.

Under the blessing of the wind, every spark and particle is fully burned, and violent energy is released from this. The high-energy particles formed by mana and magic circle and wash away, smashing the obstructing molecules one by one, and destroying the electric falcon thunder. The eagle was annihilated and dissipated in the world like dust.

In this burning sea of ​​flames, Lorraine Hill spread out the incomparably wide cyan wings on his back, and slowly rose into the air. The cold night wind began to sweep across the earth, revealing the cold stars in the sky. The original dark cloud of lightning was gradually torn apart, until finally a hidden black spot at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters was revealed.

Sure enough, there it is.

Lorraine Hill realized in his heart, and then aimed at the tiny black spot, he opened his left hand, and a red Moss red seed fell into the palm of his hand, exuding a refreshing vitality.

The emerald green magic power poured from the wrist, and the seed germinated rapidly, blooming like a branch and vine, and then gradually extended upwards and downwards, forming a bow of vine leaves, with some tiny leaves exposed at the corners, blue and red berries .

"The land watered by sweat, the wilderness swept by the wind of fertility, and I am here to show the fruit of the promise."

A purple-red apple slowly emerged in front of the girl, and it just suspended there, showing amazing magic power. The power of abundance strengthened the poison, and the power of candy kept the poison at a minimum. In the most terrifying state, the three different powers are intertwined with each other, but they are perfectly integrated, making people sink and intoxicated.

A drop of bright red juice fell from the apple, touched the tip of the gradually formed arrow, and turned into a dark red thorny thorn. When the girl gradually stretched the bow of vine leaves in her hand, a strong sense of fate began. emerge on it.

It will hit, and it will definitely kill the target, which is the agreement under the intertwined power of the witch.

The reason why Lorraine Hill chose the natural sequence after considering a lot before was because of the power of the Plenty Witch and this golden apple. This is her sure kill method without using the crown and her own power.

"No." Ibel, who was above the sky, looked at the tiny figure in the sea of ​​fire below, and a wordless fear began to cover her heart.

She is a witch, so she can naturally perceive what kind of terrifying thing is carried on the bow of vine leaves below.

That was the witch's lifelong blessing and curse. If she was shot, it meant being entangled and dragged into death and annihilation, unable to escape.

"You can't kill me." A gray owl suddenly flew out from the forest and shouted beside the girl.

Then one after another monsters or animals poured out from the forest, and they rushed towards the green-haired girl in the sea of ​​flames, all kinds of roars and hisses were rapid and frightening.

"You can't kill me!"

"You can't kill me!"

"You can't kill me!"

"You can't kill me!"

The talking monsters in my ears seemed crazy~www.readwn.com~ kept repeating and pouring out the same words, they launched crazy attacks, constantly smashed the surrounding fire and wind, and stepped into the sea of ​​flames that engulfed their bodies. In order to reach the figure in the center that is gradually stretching its bow.

Seeing that the protective airflow gradually weakened, and the flames were extinguished under the corpses that were advancing one after another, Lorraine Hill sighed silently as he looked at the figure that refused to fall from the sky.

"It's really stubborn."

The dark red meteor rises from the ground, slowly rises, crosses a long arc, and penetrates the figure that is constantly flying and avoiding at the end of the shaking field of vision.

Everything suddenly quieted down, as if time had stopped, all the monsters stopped moving and screaming, and the enhanced power on their bodies gradually faded away.

Only the night fire was burning quietly, and the smell of scorched smoke gradually permeated, accompanied by the subtle sound of sparks crackling, illuminating the figure standing in the sea of ​​fire.