Witch Forest Friends Club

The old man seemed to be haunted by countless vengeful spirits, and he unconsciously forced Fanna back——Anjaye couldn't help but think of the warriors who drank the wolf's blood that night. Emerging from the memory, he showed his silent ridicule to the little witches to his heart's content.

"Don't you have any empathy?" Fan Na's angry face showed grief like a bird breaking its wings.

"Miss, I will not ease the difficulty of the tour just because you are women or treat you as children. It was you who agreed to participate in the battle, and it was you who underestimated the danger of the battlefield."

"People have to be responsible for their own decisions, and those who are incompetent will die." Gambino's eyes are like swords, aggressive, as if he is the one standing arrogantly on the bench to question the crime, "This is the normal appearance of the world, Earl Marshall Didn't I teach you?"

An Jiaye held the staff of Heart Bud tightly.

No matter how despicable Old Wolf's behavior was, he was right.

The appearance of the mist in everyone's eyes is different, but it is equally cruel and ruthless.

When falling into the Shekou, facing Kardashian's vibration from the soul - the violent heartbeat that stripped away the fear and lived to death still echoed in the chest.

Maybe I can survive tenaciously in the age of fog, but will I become as stubborn as Gambino?

PS: It will be available tomorrow.The author Jun is quite emotional, and the rewards and testimonials will be released later.Thank you for your support all the way.

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It was the first time in my life to write a book and put it on the shelves. I was a little excited.

Let me introduce myself first.I am an old Two-dimensional born in the 90s. Although he is not modern, he is not out of place in society. He is an unremarkable guy on the street.Good health, high moral bottom line, no bad habits, and good personal social credit are probably the few commendable points.

He likes to dance and write, and is arty. He has written a few crooked poems and filled in many minor tunes.It looks like Yangchun Baixue, but it is actually Xialiba people.

I like fantasy stories with a strong sense of substitution the most. There is no limit to the subject matter. I have read all kinds of comics and movies from everyone in elementary school. I don’t have a 20-year-old house to try to figure it out, and I can’t write a super stitching monster like "Witch Mori Friends Club". Not a bad story.

There are many comics that I personally like, and now I am especially obsessed with my crazy "Fujimoto Tree"-not that he surpassed many comic masters in the past, but that in this era, he shows and captures our inner loneliness.

The more I grow up, the more I am eager to seek emotional resonance and recognition of value, but it is hard to find a confidant.The golden age of seeking creative and romantic souls is gone, leaving only atomized us walking alone in the vast sea of ​​people.

Is life bent for five buckets of rice?

Unfortunately, I gave in.

But I still occasionally have a rebellious mentality and want to resist.

Since there is no one around who can talk freely about astronomy and geography, no one in the past and future will be able to express their hearts and make jokes on some interesting topics.Then go online to find it.

Socializing in reality and seeking intimacy can easily lead to annoyance and injury. Seeking like-minded people in the online community is probably the most cost-effective means for people with social annoyance like me.

In the past, I hoped to become famous and wrote some stories, some of which were completed in one go, and some of them were written intermittently, but none of them helped to rewrite my inner dilemma of longing for more self-identity.

This time I learned from the pain, thinking that I can’t be like some admired creators, gain recognition through works, realize personal value, and earn money by standing with readers with mutual respect?

This wish is indeed difficult to achieve.Fortunately, I have a little whimsy, and I am proficient in writing, so I still want to try hard, what if it succeeds?

I respect everyone, so I will do my best to write and finish my story, and write it into a wonderful story that strives to open up my destiny.

And everyone's love and support for the story is also a recognition and respect for my soul.

In the past, as a fruiting body of human beings, I have gone through many detours, failed many close people, reflected on it, and felt helpless. I found that I still want to follow my own path in the end, and I need to persist in this path. and opportunity.

Now that the opportunity has come, I will stick to it.

In short, it is the first time in my life to write a book and put it on the shelves. It all depends on everyone's support. Don't forget the well digger when drinking water. Everyone is the witness and creator of the story of "Witch Forest Friends".The author makes the story from a personal fantasy to a world that people can recognize and read, which is inseparable from the companionship, recognition and support of the readers along the way.

At present, there are more than 9300 collections, and I hope everyone will support them by ordering the first one.

Because it needs to be put on the shelves manually, the update time has to be postponed. The subscription chapter will be released on time at 1000 o'clock tomorrow. The reward is only a simple request. The first order exceeds 1000, and I will add more. After that, every time 100 is broken, continue to add a chapter .I will polish each chapter carefully and carefully, without reducing the quality of the story, and never disappoint everyone's love for the story until the end of the story.If the number of follow-up readers is low and the first order goal cannot be reached, then I will switch to the monthly ticket plus update on my own. I will receive 200 monthly tickets plus the first update on the day it is put on the shelf, and then every [-] monthly tickets will be added. One update, but I think everyone has it There shouldn’t be much in stock ⊙ω⊙, if the monthly pass is not enough, I will add more as appropriate based on rewards or other circumstances.

The overall flow and ending of the story are thought out when writing, and the world view and story framework are strictly constructed, so I can grasp the development of the plot without collapse.The amount of energy, inspiration and love invested in the middle determines the fineness and excitement of the story——

Pretending to be perfunctory to everyone's words, curse my body full of mushrooms.

The tour of the Mirage Peninsula is only the beginning of Anjaye's life adventure. The story behind is more grand and magnificent. You will meet all kinds of people and things, and it will become an epic that shines in the sky. Let us follow Dr. An's story together. Squad, go free Vinland from the mist.

In the next few years, I hope everyone will get along well with Xiaoan.Accompany this beautiful girl in my ideal to pick the laurel crown among the stars, realize the dream that cannot be realized in reality, wake up all souls from the nightmare of historical cycle, and let all life march towards the glorious road beyond self.

As for the merits and demerits of destruction and creation, I leave it to everyone to comment.

The way of heaven is to make up for what is lacking. —— "Tao Te Ching"

Eternal woman, lead us to sublimate - "Faust".

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Nov. 2022, 7

Chapter 35 The Way of the Witch as the Sword of Destiny

I understand, I understand your mood.You will grow tenaciously anywhere, and your destiny is the destiny of all living beings. ——"Ankaye's Chat Notes"

There are no funerals for people who die on Nightmare Night.

The living did not have the time and energy to collect the corpses, and the town of Duer had to free up most of its manpower to harvest the wheat in the field.

So that day, the sky above the town was once again shrouded in thick smoke and flames from the witchcraft fire.

Freed from the siege of the long fog disaster, the townspeople did not care about mourning for their homes, relatives and friends who suffered from the disaster. Under the driving and arrangement of the town chief, they rushed to harvest the wheat grains that were about to rot in the fields.

If this batch of precious food cannot be kept, the Nanfeng Field will be starved to death under the captivity of fog and severe winter.

When everyone was busy tidying up the mess, and they were devastated or numb physically and mentally, as the heroes who saved the town from the evil claws, the five little witches became the most leisurely people.

Under the inner wall of the town, a lush orchard was built around a few clusters of starstones.Bounty, who was bored and bored, climbed to pick an extraordinarily tall orange tree that was spawned by the star stone, and threw oranges at Adele who opened her cloth pocket under the tree. Wandering around, he was accidentally hit by an orange, and covered his head in pain with a look of grievance.

"Su Lisi, be good, you must pay attention to safety on the road."

Jana released the owl that had just rested after feeding into the sky, and watched the back of the raptor flying away over the city wall until it disappeared into the misty clouds in the sky.

"What did you let the familiar do?" Bounty poked his head out from between the branches of the tree and threw a big orange at Jana, asking curiously.

Jana raised her hand to catch the orange firmly and said.

"I asked Su Lisi to report to the Witch Station in Twilight City. The 'Piper Sisters' will send people to deal with the aftermath of the fog disaster caused by the devil."

Su Lisi is the name she gave to the newly recruited familiar owl.

"Su Lisi is very lucky to have survived Xiaoan's plan." Elsa, who was resting by the hedge in the orchard, covered her mouth and snickered.

Anjaye, who was also sitting by the fence, glared at her.

"Is the Piper Sisterhood?" The black-haired girl then confirmed to Jana, "I heard that they are the disciples of the 'Sleeping Witch', and established a mutual aid association for wandering witches."

"Yes." Jana interlocked her fingers, her face looking hopeful, "My grandmother is a member of the sorority. I also hope to get the Medal of Loud and Bright Piper in the future."

After picking the oranges, the girls continued to walk out of the city. People who saw them along the way bowed their heads in respect.

"Haha, do you think we will become the heroes sung in the poems for future generations?" Bounty sniffed proudly.

"Is it like in the knight novels?" Adele asked expectantly, blushing slightly with her chest in her mouth.

"At least when submitting the pilgrimage report, the results will be very good." An Jiaye said a pragmatic line with an unwavering face.

"Sure enough, following Senior Sister An is the right choice." Jiana also hugged the bagpipe, holding her head high.

An Jiaye looked around and saw that the little friends were very happy, and couldn't help but smile slightly.But found that Elsa was the only one who raised her small mouth and looked dissatisfied.

"Xiao An, don't be so crazy next time." Seeing her puzzled glance over, Elsa hurriedly threw out a lecture tone, "I said I would protect you. If you have an accident during the tour, this lady will be very serious." Disgraced."

"Understood." Anjaye shook her head, remembering Elsa's display of supernatural power last night, and her pessimistic expectations for the future of the tour also slightly boosted her confidence.

Working together to overcome the first difficulty of the Bone Witch, they have the confidence to face severe challenges.

The little witches came to the city wall overlooking Tirion Hill, and sat side by side on the low wall.

The mist that had previously covered the hills of the horizon had calmed down, and the south wind returned to this ancient and desolate land.

The endless wheat fields and ratroot fruit fields outside the moats below the city are dotted with bright clusters of star rock clusters, just like golden tapestry inlaid with sapphires, and the figures of farmers are like tiny ants squirming between the lines of the tapestry.

Driven by the vigorous rush of the river, the waterwheels connected to the mills and dyeing and weaving workshops along the coast emit a symphonic rhythm that runs beautifully.

In the cold and melodious river wind blowing again, the girls brushed their hair or shook their feet, making the trembling hearts between life and death return to the peace and tranquility like an idyll.

"Is that Ronan from the 'Tide' group?" An Jiaye supported the glasses frame, and accidentally found a handsome blond head of the group, leading his gang of rough men, helping the residents harvest wheat.His contracted Flowing Water Spirit floats around in the swaying wheat waves by the river, quite enjoying the carefree amusement.

"Head Ronan is very nice." Jiana held her chin and licked her lips happily, as if longing for some sweet taste, "He was even willing to sell me a cow as part of my heroic rescue of Du This is a commendation from the town of Seoul, so that we will have milk to drink on the way."

"He's not a king, so what right does he have to reward you?" Bounty picked out a green orange on purpose, broke it open and gave it to Adelia, and laughed when she saw her wrinkled into a prunes face due to sourness.

However, Anjaye became more interested in Ronan.A group of thick and thick men used sickles, shovels, and pitchforks without hesitation at all. Even the flails used to kill enemies on the Z battlefield can be used to shed wheat grains.

This seemingly upright man is too out of place compared to other hyenas. Did Gambino take him on purpose just for the protection of "The Wave" on the march?

Based on the girl's understanding of Gambino, the intuition is not that simple.

The harvested crops were moved to the warehouses in the city by carts.The herds that had been wandering around outside the city due to loss of captivity were also constantly searched for and driven back to the pasture by the herdsmen of Lawton.

But what the girls saw in their eyes was supposed to be a scene of celebrating the harvest, but it lost the inspiring atmosphere that the harvest month should have.

"The revival of the town will be very hard." Jiana held the bagpipes in her arms, and witnessed the scene of heavy labor, unconsciously looking melancholy.

"Obviously, homeless witches should use their power to bring kind help to people facing difficulties everywhere. I heard that Kardashian was also an upright and brave witch back then, but after she fell, she caused such a terrible disaster."

"The use of power is in the hands of people." Anjaye said calmly, "I will not use mushrooms to do evil things, that would be too contrary to the common sense of nature."

"Well, I thought so too." Jana smiled with dimples on her face, and the freckles quickly got rid of listlessness, "Lord Rosella chose to form an alliance with Mrs. Stella, and it was indeed right. We Don't be a slave to the devil, but master the devil."

"Look—it's Fanna." Elsa suddenly pointed sharply at the mouth of the waterwheel estuary gushing out of the town.

Miss Marshall was pushing a wooden wheelchair slowly from the embankment to the beach. Lettice with flying red hair was sitting on the wheelchair.

"Fanna may be shaken in her heart, and it will be difficult to face those apprentices who trust her." Elsa swallowed the orange petals thoughtfully, and there were still a lot of big sweet leaves on her lap Citrus - the fragrance of snow roses on a white-haired girl, mixed with the lingering sweetness of citrus.

Anjaye stared at Fanna's lonely back in front of the vast river: "If she is defeated by Gambino's tricks like this, then she is not qualified to be your competitor."

Jiana lowered her head and hesitated for a while, finally gritted her teeth and blurted out.

"Senior An, actually——I have something to do, and I've been hesitating whether to tell you."

"After all, it involves the client's secret, but I think it's better to tell it out."

Seeing that the eyes of her companions were all attracted by her and they became very curious, Jana said worriedly.

"Before the tour, Miss Marshall asked me for fortune-telling, and my crystal ball gave me a big bad omen. After that, Miss Marshall's mood became worse. It seemed that there was a huge cloud in her heart that was about to rainstorm."

Seeing Anjaye holding up the glasses frame and looking slightly suspicious, Jana took off her pointed hat in embarrassment, and took out a crystal ball from her messy hair to prove herself.

"Actually, my divination skills are very good. I was afraid that I would also suffer from Miss Marshall's bad luck, so I deliberately avoided her during the tour."

"Eh? Jana, are you holding the crystal ball on your head all the time? As expected of a circus background, like an egg in a bird's nest." Bounty fussed.

So it turned out that Anjaye figured out something that he had never thought of before.

No wonder Jana, a villain, would rather get close to her and Elsa, who are marginal people in the patrol team, and be rejected by other apprentices than to please Fanna.

It is a matter of course that wandering witches are obsessed with their own divination results. After all, they have been relying on the same line of divination for generations to strive to turn evil into good luck and survive in the foggy age.

Bunty's straightforward nature immediately raised his hand and asked: "Then we have bad luck, will you run away, Jana?"

"Of course not." The bagpipe girl was amused, "I will share the good luck with you."

The little secret that Jana exposed made Anjaye keenly think of Fanna showing a series of abnormal signs before and after the tour.

What is the inner pressure of this Lenghu nobleman?

To seek comfort in the divination of wandering witches?

Under the violent waves of the Shuilun River, a group of beautiful water birds fluttered high in front of Fanna's eyes, and the wind sent a few scattered feathers to her and Lettice, just like when they arrived at the bank of the Shuirun River in high spirits. The scene—it’s just the mood of the two girls, submerged in the wide and deep sadness like the river in vain.

An Jiaye took this scene into his eyes, and unconsciously softened his inherent prejudice against Fanna.

……

"Are you the team competing with Fan Na for the chief?" A surprising question suddenly sounded from behind.

An Jiaye and the others looked back to follow the sound, only to find a man reclining in the blind corner of the shadow of the backlight of the tower.

"What are you doing, Your Excellency the Knight?" An Jiaye felt a little vigilant, and touched the staff with his hand.

"Eavesdropping on conversations between ladies is detrimental to a knight's integrity." Elsa also showed a harmless smile.

"Don't be on guard." Knight Earnshaw walked out of the shadows, even with a non-malicious smile, he also revealed a heart-wrenching boredom, "I won't do anything to a little girl."

He was not wearing armor at this time, took off the blood-stained steel armor, and returned to a majestic young man.

He was wearing a brown wool tunic, linen leggings, and high boots with spurs. He was blond, tall and heroic, very much like the humble but extraordinary protagonist in the legend of knights—only this waist The great sword hanging between the heads reminded Anjaye that he was a bloodthirsty butcher in his bones.

The man jumped up and grabbed the wall, climbed lightly to the top of the tower and stood, watching Fan Na's back together with them.

"I hate witches, but you guys are really good."