Witch Forest Friends Club

After An Jiaye sighed softly, he analyzed.

"The sudden change of people must be due to external pressure caused by changes in the situation. Fan Na urgently needs to obtain the qualification of 'chief student' to change her own predicament."

"She invited you to participate in the truth-seeking tour?" Elsa's focus was not on the possibility of murder at all, "Haha, you're even ahead of me, did you agree?"

"I'm still thinking about it." Anjaye felt a little headache.

"There's no need to think about it." Aisha waved her hand domineeringly, "There will be a rare period of good weather, come out of the mushroom hole before the winter fog and tide, and bask in the sun with me. "

The little witch was full of joy: "It just so happens that we can find an opportunity to 'make a good relationship' with Fan Na, so let's follow behind her team. The road of the tour will definitely pass through the 'Earl of Cold Lake', and there will naturally be a chance at that time." Figure out her problem."

"It's really a bad interest." An Jiaye shook his head, "I dare not hold you geniuses back."

"You must graduate this time." Elsa suddenly looked serious, "I'm going back to the north this year. According to our agreement, don't even think about staying in the academy."

She patted her small chest, which was more conspicuous than Anjaye's: "Even if I escape from the protection of the Great Witch, I am confident that I can help you realize your wish."

"Elsa, you are so excited..." With An Jiaye's sensitive mind, she suddenly felt uneasy, and she wondered, "Is there going to be something lively on this tour?"

"If we embark on the road of pilgrimage together, I will reveal the details to you." Elsa squeezed her hand and shook it coquettishly, "Don't worry if I'm here."

Of course Anjaye knew what she said was true. The white-haired girl stretching out an olive branch in front of her eyes had real white and fragrant thighs.

Don't look at her as an apprentice who wears the first bud badge like An Jiaye, but her real strength is at least the fourth-level "oak wood" witch among the seven levels below the legend--not to mention the unreasonable , she is one year younger than Anjaye!

And the background of the forces behind Elsa is even more qualified to have an equal dialogue with the mentors of the seventh level, otherwise, this exchange student from the North Country Witch faction would not be able to enjoy all kinds of privileges in the academy.

"Xiao An, promise quickly."

The voice that Elsa uttered close to her ear was soft and charming like a spell that seized the soul.

"I'm really looking forward to establishing an equal cooperative relationship with you. If you delay any longer, you will lose your qualifications."

Anjaye casually finished his herbal tea.

"I see."

"Okay." Elsa clapped her hands excitedly. "Pack up your things quickly. In three days, the instructors will say goodbye to the apprentices who embarked on the pilgrimage on the Zodiac Square."

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After leaving the mushroom house, Elsa looked back at the figure waiting by the window, and waved her hand to say good night.

When the figure left the window, she lowered her head to look at her own solitary shadow, shrugging her shoulders and walking into the depths of the shadow of the spar bushes, until she couldn't hold back her laughter any longer—the spar branches stretching toward the sky and the large Under the night where the barriers reflect each other, the girl's white hair swaying in the wind also reflects a dreamlike brilliance.

"Hahaha, did you see, Master Lamir, she was afraid that you would blame me for skipping class, and she didn't even know that my freedom in the academy was acquiesced by you."

The black cat resting on her head then looked up with a helpless smile.

"What do you think of her?" Elsa smiled like a child showing off her beloved toy to her elders.

"Even if you look up at the starry sky, you can't ignore the mysteries under the earth." The black cat responded gently, "This child follows Stella's teachings and grows up very well."

"You have paid attention to every corner of the tree court, and you should have noticed it." Elsa's expression was as if she was in a dream, "There is a power in her body that is awakening, if it is not the same kind, I can hardly detect a trace of overflowing soul It smells delicious."

A gust of cold wind blew the corners of the girl's skirt, and Elsa woke up from the intoxication with a clever move: "How does the academy treat her?"

"We like to let nature take its course, just like observing the flow of celestial bodies in all phenomena. Changes in the world have their own causes and effects, and the great witch will never restrict the growth of sprouts." The black cat said calmly, "Didn't you invite her to go on a tour? She They have a very close relationship with Gambino, and they are just suitable for taking care of each other on the road."

"Is the old man Gambino leading the team this time?" Elsa smiled sweetly, as if venom was dripping from a luscious apple, and she squeezed out a trace of sarcasm, "It would be quite appropriate for him to take a group of brats on a picnic."

"Don't underestimate that man Gambino." The black cat tilted its head and said meaningfully, "The Mirage Peninsula and even the entire southern region will soon stir up a big whirlpool, and he will take the opportunity to jump into the whirlpool and drown many people."

"It's exactly what I want, Lord Ramir." Elsa raised her hand and stretched her waist, "Let this lady have a happy vacation."

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Chapter 7 Tree Witch Ludir

(Anjaye's teacher is really a super nice person, even though she turned out to be a tree.)

Anjaye rode steadily on the big blue canopy of the mushroom spirit Bill, trekking in the vast swampy forest with mist.

She held the mushroom staff that glowed white in her hand, and she devoted herself to sensing the flow of the magic element in the earth veins, and helped Bill guide the way forward—a witch spell bell with a crisp sound was hung on the head of the staff, shaking with the movement of the big mushroom. endlessly.

Under the protection of the witch spell of listening to the words of nature, the dense tree walls surrounding Anjaye's field of vision are like welcoming close guests-in their whispers drifting with the wind, the branches that blocked the girl's way moved meekly to the sides open.

Despite his large stature, Bill the Mushroom Spirit, relying on his familiarity with the environment, moved nimbly through the swamp forest, wading through the water that submerged his ankles, avoiding dangerous mud pits that might sink.

And although the movement of its trek along the way was loud, it did not attract any wild beasts to come out to make trouble.

Because this swampy woodland is located on the outskirts of the mountain behind the Academy, with Bill's foot strength, starting from the Mushroom Cave, it only takes two Vinland hours to walk the entire distance. It can be said that it is completely under the control of the witches' casting radius.

In the territory divided by the witches, the overly dangerous species have long been expelled or eliminated, and all that remain are tamed and good babies.Just in case, Anjaye also used the witch spell bell to cast a wide range of animal exorcism to prevent the sawtooth crocodile and curse lizard hiding in the swamp mud from biting Bill's toes.

For the little witch, the only danger that existed in this swamp was the mist and poisonous gas accumulated for a long time after the trees and dead bodies decayed.Inhaling the swamp air directly could lead to strong hallucinogenic effects, which combined with the overgrown, winding terrain made it easy to get lost, so she had to wear a gas mask.

The ferocious beak mask, the thick witch robe covering the whole body, the terrifying bells ringing from time to time, and riding on a bloated and huge mountain of meat——through the shadow formed by the fog, it seems to have synthesized an indescribable horror monster, If an outsider saw it by mistake, there must be another terrible legend circulating in the sea of ​​the sunken tree.

It's a pity that let alone outsiders, even Shuting's apprentices rarely set foot here.The entire sea of ​​sunken trees is a natural barrier to protect the witches' secrets, and it is also one of the sources for them to draw mysterious power.

As the white light of the staff used as a lighting lamp became stronger, the mist around Anjaye gradually thinned, and broken and ruined monuments came into her eyes—the corners of the ruins were gloomy and thorny, as if wandering Forget the ghosts of the past.

The ruins on both sides merged into a secret road. Every time the girl passed near a ruin, she would find a conspicuous brazier. When she counted to the sixth ruin she passed, she tapped Bill's big mushroom head with her stick, signaling it to go to the brazier. Guided to the left bank of the swamp.

"Coming."

The purpose of An Jiaye's trip is to meet a very special existence among the witches in the tree court - this forbidden area that outsiders can't set foot on is her back garden.

As if a curtain of mist had been lifted, the girl and her mushroom mount stepped into an oak forest with lush water and grass in a blink of an eye. The vision that had been obscured by the dark fog for too long was once again illuminated by the lush greenery. Bright.

The girl took off the beak mask and took a breath of the sunny air with satisfaction.

The forest wind circling around Anjiaye and the big mushroom man sent a fresh and overflowing atmosphere of magic essence, and you could even see the bright and clear sky light cast from the gaps between the tall branches of the giant tree, and the fairies were flying in the light. phantom.

The flying squirrels wagged their big tails, bouncing and jumping under the cover of tree branches, and some brave little ones even threw acorns at Anjaye, and soon gathered a group of flying squirrel grenadiers, smashing her witch hat crookedly up.

An Jiaye closed his eyes and endured the harassment of the rat bullies for a while, until he couldn't help but lift up his staff and it was a "static technique".The flying squirrel that took the lead in throwing acorns at her, its big fluffy tail, suddenly stuck into its ass like a straight stick, and electric sparks burst out.

The flying squirrel lost its balance and fell from the tree, regained its balance and glided in the air in a panic, but still crashed into the tree trunk.

The little bullies who besieged Anjaye immediately dispersed.

For some reason, her compatibility with small animals is always poor.

Still mushrooms are obedient and cute.The girl comforted herself as she stroked Bill's beautiful and elastic canopy.

Compared with the world cursed by the deep mist, this is a land blessed by the spirits of wind and wood.

The base of the trunk has been converted into a quaint ranger's tree house under the canopy of one of the most massive oaks covering the shady hills.

A silhouette bathed in milky white light is holding a staff wrapped in green leaves, standing on the grassy slope in front of the tree house and praying.

It was a thin and slender woman with long flaxen hair covered with emerald green vine leaves, like the rapids of a waterfall, swaying in the wind of light.

——It was the beam of light gushing out from her that broke through the fog that enveloped the world, allowing the sun to bless the oak forest for a short time.

"Teacher Ludier!" An Jiaye waved to the praying woman from a distance.

Bill raised his big and generous palm to support the little master who had slipped from its canopy. After carefully placing Anjayeah on the grass, he sat heavily on the ground with his back leaning against a piece of soil that was half buried in the ground. where the rocks rest.A group of birds landed on the big man with chirping chirping, and gave him a free massage with their claws and beaks, so that the facial expressions on Bill's face became peaceful and comfortable.

Anjaye climbed up the grass hill with his staff, sat down on the wooden steps of the tree house, and waited for the teacher to complete the ceremony.

The woman was wearing a plain white witch's robe and a pointed hat woven with feathers, which was hung limply on her back—a tall man who was several heads taller than Anjayeah, and had not faded with the passage of time. It has become rickety, but it is still tall and straight like an oak soaked in wind and frost and growing towards the sun.

Her face bathed in the sun has a kind and peaceful expression—the facial features are like wooden carvings, but they can't conceal the spirituality overflowing in her eyes.

If there is anything special about the aging and dignified witch in front of Ankaye, it is that under her loose skirt, the feet are not very human, but are forked and coiled, covered with moss and wood. Fungi's strong roots.

This is a dryad, known as the "tree shepherd" in Vinland, a tribe that grazes the forest for the spirit of nature.

Her root system has been able to break away from the constraints of the soil and walk freely on the earth.

"Xiao An, you are here."

The witch finished her prayer, and watched with satisfaction the bright golden sunlight falling on her palm—then bent down and gently stroked Anjayeah’s small head hidden under the big hat—the girl saw that the bark between her forehead seemed to be dense The wrinkles on his face relax with a warm smile.

A colorful flying bird similar to a woodpecker on the earth, landed on the shoulder of the old witch, and used its sharp and long beak like a wooden fish, quickly gouging the head of the old tree shepherd - Anjaye felt that Headache, afraid that a hole will be cut in the teacher's head.

"Every time Lily pecks me, her mind becomes clearer, it's very comfortable." Ludir gracefully stretched out her index finger, letting the woodpecker jump on her fingertips, "Would you like to try it?"

Anjaye shook his head like a rattle: "Teacher, there are no worms in my head for it to eat."

"Actually, neither have I." The old witch was amused.

So this bird is an "automatic massager".

Anjaye couldn't help complaining secretly.

This Ludir witch is exactly like her mentor.

As the most famous aborigine in the sunken tree sea—the tree shepherd was born with the blessing of the spirit of nature, he was born intelligent and long-lived, but its rare number is difficult to maintain the prosperity of the ethnic group, and it was almost extinct in the long-term turmoil of the fog age——An Kasyapa's mentor can be said to be the most precious wealth that the alchemy classroom has continued.

Although she is not an official lecturer in the academy, as a witch of the natural department, she is by no means an ordinary person—you must know that after the age of fog, the starstone mines scattered all over the earth have saved many species from the hopeless situation of not seeing the light of day However, it also permanently changed the form and habits of the species. To cultivate the original ecological oak forest in front of you, only a very skilled spellcaster can do it.

By refining the original magic power rising from the earth veins to temporarily dispel the fog and open up this paradise of oak trees, the difficulty is no less than building a magical version of a large-scale natural ecological greenhouse.

"Teacher, I have something to ask you."

An Jiaye didn't stop being polite, and euphemistically expressed his intentions: "The school is going to hold a truth-seeking tour again, and I haven't filled out the registration form yet."

Ludier smiled and looked at the sky for a long time before answering slowly.

"It's a good thing to go on a pilgrimage." She closed her eyes with nostalgia, "I also joined the tutor's command when Mrs. Stella was on a pilgrimage."

Anjaye hesitated slightly.

"Thanks to your care for 12 years, I, a crippled orphan, was able to grow up in the school. In fact, I should have participated in the pilgrimage and embarked on the witch's road, but I was always greedy to continue to use your canopy to shelter from wind and rain. "

"But didn't you have a plan this time?" Ludier stared at her with a smile, as if trying to see through the eyes hidden behind the reflection of the lens.

"But the tour is just the beginning. Elsa invited me to go to the north after graduation. I can't bear you, teacher."

The old witch shook her head.

"Ann, don't underestimate your will as a witch—the so-called pilgrimage is the path of chasing the sun in the mist, and I can see that hope in your eyes. Go and witness the complete appearance of this world, even if the mist engulfs you. The bloody scorched earth, the seeds will still take root in the ashes."

"Just like me, even though there are stars on the earth to guide the way back, I still want to touch the sun."

The old witch said with a trace of disappointment on her face.

"Ann, I haven't told you my own story, have I?"

An Jiaye felt a bit sad in her heart in silence - she was indeed curious about the teacher's past, but how long the tree shepherd has spent, this secret rooted in the dark must be too heavy.

Rudir pointed to the tall oak that contained the treehouse.

"This is the body I used to be." The old man's voice was no longer gentle, but revealed a firmness that could not be shaken by a storm.

"My annual rings have grown four hundred times, which is insignificant in a tree, but the short 100 years I have been a human being are much more important than my life as a tree shepherd. A hundred years ago, about mirage The memory of the peninsula is so clear that the world ignited by the fire of ambition is a purgatory for the weak—if it wasn’t for the help from Stella’s witches, my group would have been reduced to ashes.”

"In order to seek long-term protection from the Great Witch's faction and let my companions enjoy a peaceful resting place, I volunteered to become a servant of one of the witches."

"She is Mrs. Stella's most trusted disciple. She accompanied the great witch all the way to the south. The name of 'Silver Magic Chain' Chelsea resounded throughout the world. Compared with a witch, she is more like a sage. The witch's will wanders among the nations and races. She reproduces the glory of the ancient covenant, gathers the allies of the "Gallantia" who were torn apart in the past, and is the one who lays the foundation stone for the revival of the tree court inheritance."

"However, under her reputation, Chercia is actually a very lonely person. She regards me as a close friend, and in order to satisfy the daydream of a tree, she transformed me into a half-human body regardless of reward."

"I'm very happy to have this body and appearance." Ludir pressed her chest and smiled, "Obviously I am older than Chercia, but meeting her is like having a sister who loves me."

Anjaye could understand the teacher's unforgettable mood - she had also seen the portrait of that lady in the tutor's office that had been dusty for half a century.

"If it's her, even your legs can be transformed into healthy limbs."

"However, she was so outstanding, but 60 years after the establishment of the academy, she parted ways with the great witch."

"She returned to the north and entrusted the alchemy classroom to me."

"After Chercia left, Mrs. Stella didn't recruit another alchemy instructor. The classroom has always maintained its original appearance and is managed by my servant."

"A very beautiful person." An Jiaye tried to comfort her, "Teacher, you must miss her very much."

"Ann, I mentioned her, but I also saw the deep-rooted loneliness in your eyes."

"Why do you think you are so similar to her? What is the difference between what you see in the eyes of a child and the world I see in my eyes?"

Infected by the blurred tears in the eyes of the old witch, An Jiaye's heart suddenly trembled.

"Among the drifters in the long history of "Gallantia", we are just insignificant dust." The old witch reminisced about the memories engraved into her life with the annual rings. For her, all the passing clouds swallowed by the thick fog , have been turned into the nutrient of missing.

"I have nothing left to teach you."

Ludir beckoned Anjaye to come closer, and lovingly stroked her cheek: "The pilgrimage is the beginning of your journey to the true witch."

"Teacher, you have given me enough." An Jiaye also reached out to cover the rough but warm back of the teacher's hand, "The mantra sound bell, the staff of the heart bud, this pair of glasses, and all the knowledge and experience of being a witch —I'll make my pilgrimage with them."

Anjaye made up her mind that she was no longer a lame girl without strength.