The Wizarding Age

Camp Sinsaro.

The bright and huge moon disk is already high in the sky, and the magical forest looks so quiet and profound in the beautiful pale silver moonlight.

The wizards stationed on the periphery have returned one after another, and the cleanup of the Sinsaro camp is about to be completed. All the captured forest elves were put on the giant floating ship, and there were only more than thirty construction robots left on the entire mountain, working tirelessly to carry a large amount of materials in the camp warehouse.

Four hours have passed since the battle began. Even if the surrounding elven villages got the news and came to support, they were just some stragglers and could not compete with this group of powerful witches.

To put it bluntly, Zinsaro is already the largest elf training camp within a thousand miles. Now that even it has been wiped out, the only way to deal with this group of witches is to run to the city of Astrana, 1,200 miles away, for help.

And with such a long distance, even if the Sinsaro camp sent out a message for help at the first moment of the attack, it would take at least 14 hours for the elves in Astrana City to get here. This refers to the speed that the elven reinforcements can only achieve if they are all flying troops.

If it were replaced by ground troops, it would be difficult to reach Sinsaro without two days and three nights!

It is precisely because of this ultimate grasp of information that the witches were able to collect resources around Sinsaro so easily and comfortably after their victory. When the elven reinforcements arrived here exhausted, all they could see was an empty battlefield ruins.

At that time, the witches no longer knew where to go to celebrate their victory.

This battle in Sinsaro was fought with great momentum and hearty content.

Except that the Crimson Family lost some metal puppets and the dragon warrior under their command was also seriously injured, the losses of the witches were almost negligible. This is simply a brilliant victory that exceeded everyone's expectations!

If this batch of elf slaves and a large amount of elf supplies are successfully transported back to the Echo Islands, the witches can already imagine the wonderful expressions on the faces of those pale witches.

Perhaps it was because he had taken a big share without much loss, or perhaps because he wanted to ease the relationship with Grim and others, Ussa, the leader of the dark witch, actually took the initiative to find Alice and wanted to give up some of it. Elf slaves were given to the other side to compensate for the Crimson family's losses in this battle.

The Witch of Usa has only one request, and that is that when the fighter plane appears, the Witch of Destiny can help the Dark Witch to raid the Pegasus Magic Spring in the central mountain range of Jialan Continent.

Of course, this action is a private mission of the Dark Witch family. Therefore, as long as the Witch of Destiny and the floating giant ship can participate, Usa is willing to cooperate deeply with each other in the next six months and form an unbreakable combat ally.

Of course, the credibility of Uzzah’s words needs more time and more cooperation to verify. However, being able to have a level 3 witch deign to say these words is enough to prove that Alice and Grim have won enough voice for themselves through the powerful power they showed through this battle.

Just as Alice and Witch Usa were sitting in the floating giant ship having a secret conversation, there was something vaguely abnormal about the full moon above Sinsaro.

A dark witch was riding a flying broom through the sky. She accidentally looked up and stopped flying in surprise.

The cold and beautiful watery moonlight casts down from the huge moon disk, giving the forest where the war has just died out a silvery coat. The mountains, the ancient trees, the streams, the vegetation... everything within the field of vision was wrapped in an illusive and hazy starlight.

The dark witch lowered her head and found to her horror that her body was unknowingly stained with a lot of strange starlight. And this kind of starlight is also shining silently, breathing, as if it has life itself.

The dark witch is not an ignorant mortal who will be confused by such a beautiful and illusory scene.

In her powerful and keen perception, what slowly flows in this breathing starlight is a strange energy that is completely unfamiliar to her. And the longer she bathed in the moonlight, the energy aura in the starlight became richer and stronger.

Damn, no...this is not the power of a wizard...

The first-level dark witch suddenly understood and immediately turned around and flew towards the floating giant ship. While flying at high speed, she used the 'Thunder Sound Technique' to let out a deafening scream.

"Be careful, enemy attack..."

Unfortunately, this small witchcraft she casually cast was like a flame suddenly thrown into a sealed oil drum, instantly triggering the backlash of the moonlight and stars.

Stab...

There was a strange explosion, and the originally quiet and peaceful stars, filled with a quiet and mysterious atmosphere, suddenly transformed into terrifying sparks, completely igniting her from top to bottom, from the inside out.

In the next second, the entire forest, the entire world, and all non-natural life and materials burned violently under the moonlight. This monstrous spark seemed to have a strange life. It clearly overturned the entire world, but it had no impact on the mountains, forests, ancient trees, vegetation, flowers, and streams. It only destroyed witches, floating giant ships, and combat magic weapons. The rolls were wrapped inside and burned fiercely.

When Ursa and Alice rushed out of the floating giant ship in horror, what they saw was a sea of ​​silver sparks!

If you put aside your own identity and sit quietly to appreciate this beautiful sea of ​​sparks, the scene in front of you is undoubtedly a rare and magnificent beauty that is rarely seen in a century. But once you find that your witch is trapped in the sea of ​​sparks and screams in pain, then Usa's mood will naturally be different.

"There is a problem with the moonlight... Everyone, take precautions..." Alice is undoubtedly the most alert and the first to discover the source of the problem.

In her loud shouting, the witches who rushed out of the floating giant ship one after another all knew the opportunity to support defensive witchcraft and elemental protection.

The witches stood on the deck of the floating giant ship, looking around, and could not see any enemies at all, only the burning silver sparks in the sky, and the companion struggling miserably in the sparks.

In the Xinsaro camp below the floating giant ship, more than 20 engineering robots that were busy carrying supplies began to burn violently, and soon burned them into pieces of broken copper and iron with black smoke.

Wusa took a step forward angrily, and his right hand, as skinny as an eagle's claw, grabbed the witch who was struggling in pain 200 meters away.

There was a hissing sound in the empty air, and a huge black ghost hand emerged and grabbed the dark witch.

Unfortunately, before the dark giant hand could protect the dark witch, she could no longer endure the burning of the sparks, raised her head and screamed, turning into ashes all over the sky.

In the whistling wind, the dark giant hand grabbed it and only caught a little flying black ash.

Wusa raised his eyebrows, turned back and stared at the second-level dark witch following behind him.

"How is it? Has Ganna's soul returned?"

The second-level dark witch took out a strange black compass from her arms, took a look, and nodded happily.

"Returned...Returned...Ganna's soul has returned to the psychic pool. Her soul was severely damaged, and it will take about 2 months to revive again..."

Hearing this, all the dark witches present looked relieved.

The psychic pool is also a unique and strange building of the dark witch clan.

Every time they arrive at a plane, the first thing the dark witches need to do is to choose a safe place to build a special psychic pool, and then leave the soul imprints of all the dark witches there.

In this way, once they die in battle, as long as the opponent has no means to destroy or restrain the soul, the soul of the dead witch will automatically return to the psychic pool and use the energy there to revive again.

And this time, during the first 7 days of the trip to the Farn plane, the dark witches have left the psychic pool in the safest Shadow Island. In this way, they will no longer worry about dying easily on the battlefield.

If the fate witch dies accidentally, she will really die. But they can have multiple lives.

This is also a major reason why all dark witches are so tough and powerful!

The witches stood on the bow, and in just a moment, sporadic sparks began to appear on the defensive magic outside their bodies, burning the elemental shields one by one.

Among the witches present, Uza was the most powerful, so everyone turned their eyes to her.

"This is not a spell... it's a divine spell... damn, how did we provoke the divine spellcaster from the elves... Go quickly, don't think about the resources below, go immediately, otherwise when the divine spellcaster really comes, we will..."

However, before Uza's order was executed, the bright and sacred full moon in the sky suddenly shot out a dazzling silver light, and a huge portal was opened above Xinsaro.

Immediately, hundreds of strange figures of different heights, weights and sizes emerged from the portal and appeared in front of the witches.

The portal disappeared...

The moonlight faded...

The scene returned to the real scene again.

However, this time, more than a hundred powerful elves suddenly appeared in the sky above Xinsaro.

The leader was a beautiful female elf wearing exquisite elven armor, with a curved sword on her waist and a longbow on her back. Her eyebrows were delicate and picturesque, her long ears were cute, but there was a clear round moon mark on her forehead.

She stood in the void, and the pouring moonlight condensed into a mysterious cloak behind her that continued to spread beautiful starlight.

She opened her beautiful starry eyes and glanced at the devastated Xinsaro, then looked at the dense witches on the floating giant ship, and said angrily: "Blasters, today, this is your burial place!"

"I will punish you on behalf of the moon!"

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