Witch Forest Friends Club

Knight Earnshaw rolled to a horse carcass, lifted the heavy wildebeest high, and threw it towards the old wolf.

In the red rain that gushed blood like a spring, the horse corpse was split in two.

The old wolf bowed his body and bent his legs, stomped on the ground with his energy, leaped more than ten steps in the burst of mud, and swung his straight sword in the air like a hungry wolf. The sword collided with Gambino, who jumped down from the wolf again!

On Earnshaw's blade, dripping blood mixed with water, inspired by the ferocious dark red grudge, turned into densely flickering crossbow arrows, and shot at Gambino in the air—the pitch-black cloak was pierced in an instant. riddled with holes.

But when the water arrow landed on the old wolf's face, it was like touching impenetrable steel, turning into a fragile spray again.

"Hemolytic battle qi." After the old wolf somersaulted in mid-air and landed smoothly, he raised his hand to wipe away the blood stains on his cheeks, "That's right, but your teacher didn't teach you?"

An ominous premonition welled up in Earnshaw's chest.

It was as if before him was an oven filled with lava from the core of the earth that was about to explode.

"Ordinary grudges are useless to warriors with the 'Armor of the Wild Hunt'."

A layer of transparent airflow that is as thin as white paper connects and surrounds the old wolf - he does not need armor, this layer of vindictiveness is the strongest armor, it is the mysterious connection between the physical body and the source, and it gallops wantonly in the gap between the netherworld and reality , turning into a storm-like wild hunt.

Whenever such a warrior appears on the battlefield, he is the embodiment of disaster.

After an emergency retreat, Earnshaw took a lunge and stood firm, holding the big sword obliquely in front of him, and readjusting his fighting posture to a posture of trying to stabilize the defense. He breathed calmly, "Why? You are so strong, you will be willing to become the witch's dog .”

"Skullcutter, how many people's heads have you cut off?" The old wolf didn't pursue immediately, but said coldly, "Two hundred, five hundred?"

He stepped forward, bent his right hand holding the sword like a bow, held the sword flat, and pointed the tip of the sword at Earnshaw—the whole person seemed to be a taut crossbow.

"And under my sword, I don't know how many dead souls have already been buried."

He just stood there with his sword in his hand, like a wall of storm—and that wall was forged by endless killing intent and resentful souls.

"In order to wait until today, I concealed my name and served the academy for 30 years. How can you understand my goal?"

The age difference between the two men confronting each other was twice that of age, but so far, in terms of skill, momentum and strength, Earnshaw, who was in his prime, was completely suppressed by the aging Gambino.

The fangs and flesh of this wolf have not been damaged by the passage of time. It came through the dust and fog, and it is still the king of the wilderness.

"Listen, the big pig has broken into the enemy's position." Behind the old wolf, there was a thunderous roar that shook the world from the other side of the Feilengcui River.

"Jackal, the Cold Lake Territory cannot be burned to ashes by your ambition." Earnshaw didn't look at the movement on the other side of the river, but concentrated his attention on the central axis connecting his sword edge and the old wolf's body.

"Your count, no, it should be your father." The old wolf laughed bitterly again, "His stupidity will also only lead to the destruction of the Lenghu Territory."

The slander against the lord did not make Knight Earnshaw angry, but his disgust towards that person resurfaced again, but he immediately overcame this wavering and focused his energy on the enemy in front of him.

The will to die who was tired of everything, but under the extreme pressure brought by the powerful enemy in front of him, instead stimulated the fighting spirit to fight to the death.

It was like a rough and powerful animal claw pinching on the heart, making his soul beat along with it.

Knight Earnshaw took a deep breath, and his stance changed from defense to offense in an instant - the consciousness sank into the depths of his heart, feeling the resonance of the great source, the magnificent power injected into the sword, and the fighting spirit mixed with blood and water in an instant The light cannon shot straight at Gambino.

The ground was covered with waves of blood roaring like a water monster, tearing open a huge gap. In the heavy rain, it seemed that there was a catfish shaking the ground, stirring up muddy water from the sky, rolling over the ground, and rushing towards its prey.

The deep blue light of the starstone flame spread silently on the old wolf's sword.

The old wolf took the initiative to take a step towards the light cannon, and slashed down with the straight sword in his hand.

The blood wave was lightly separated by this sword, and the lake monster stranded on land would only be torn to pieces by the beasts roaring in the wilderness.

Although the old wolf's sword was broken, it was not a famous sword after all. After blocking Earnshaw's full-strength fighting qi cannon, it was broken bit by bit.

But Earnshaw didn't pursue. After not hurting the old wolf, he was sure that he had no chance of winning anyway.

He unleashed this round of grudge cannon with all his strength, just to force back the enemy as powerful as a nightmare.

The knight turned around and ran crazily towards the way he had come. The icy, bone-chilling gust of wind penetrated through the gap in his helmet, mixing with his fiery breath.

While galloping out of the encirclement of the wolf guards, his vision passed through the vast rain, and he stared at the cliff in the distance that was shining with purple brilliance and thick black fog.

We must go back to Fan Na - at least let her be careful of the conspiracy of the school.

Nothing good has happened to the Marshall family since they got involved with witches.

Now the shadow of destruction is about to cover his beautiful and rich hometown again - he can't help but think of the war that dyed the cold lake red 12 years ago.

When he was a blood-soaked teenager, he could only hold a sword in his hand and stand in front of her who was weak and helpless.

At least let that child no longer cry heart-piercingly and lose everything—even after the dream she pursued is punctured by this cruel prank of fate, there is still a home that can shelter from wind and rain, and can go back.

However, his enemy did not let go of this small wish that burst out just before death.

In the howl of wolves that soared into the sky with the fire of the star stone, the storm far surpassing the power of the torrential rain gathered in the big crater blasted behind the man.

The pressure of the sword, which made the surrounding rainstorm unable to fall for a while, condensed into an invisible edge, which matched the iron sword body - even if the sword that the old wolf picked up from the corpse was just an ordinary straight sword, it could fall In his hands, it is an invincible storm.

The chill of death that erupted on his back made Earnshaw realize that he could not escape. He resolutely turned his head, gritted his teeth and held up the great sword. Use the big sword in your hand to catch the blow of the storm!

But the sword cannot cut the storm, but the storm can break the sword.

The figure of the old wolf disappeared, and a huge blue windchaser wolf passed by in the storm, like an ancient totem running on the field, the wind blade that constituted the wolf soul turned into thousands of fangs, piercing Earnshaw's armor.

Even the knight who escaped hundreds of steps in the blink of an eye could not escape the bite of the storm.

The frog helmet on the knight's face broke in the middle and fell off in two halves, falling into the blood-stained muddy water beneath him.

The sword that tore the sky cut the knight's body into pieces.

At the last moment of his life, Earnshaw struggled to turn his head back and turned towards Fanna's direction, but he could only kneel down powerlessly, blood all over his body flowed through the cracks in the broken armor, and overflowed into a bright red pool of blood in the mud pit.

The old wolf took a steady step, walked to his side and rear, raised the blade with both hands.

"Sorry, young man."

Facing the hill that could no longer be reached in the mist, the man stretched out his hand that could never reach the figure in his life.

The torrent formed by the magic essence flew majesticly from the distant cliff, crossed the sky above the defeated knight, and fell on the bridge behind him, falling under the pressure of the devastating purple witchcraft light—the bridge collapsed , set off monstrous waves.

In front of the man's field of vision mixed with mist, scenes of fragments flashed rapidly as the breath of life passed.

It was the mother who died of despair on the hospital bed, it was the shadow of that man that enveloped his life, it was himself who practiced swordsmanship day and night but was helpless, and the last image that flashed was the blond girl holding a staff in front of the grave—the girl who had been growing up since childhood. , grow into a woman in prime of life, but stubborn and unchanged figure.

I'm sorry, Vanna.

In a fading white light, Earnshaw recalled the only joy of childhood.

Then he fell into darkness, drowned in the deep lake bottom of his hometown, and lost his breath.

The sword light flashed in the dark storm, ruining another prey of the wolf.

The head rolled into the bloody mud, and the knight's rock-like body finally fell down, unable to return to the person he longed to protect until death.

"Unfortunately—" Lao Lang withdrew his straight sword regretfully, "Your stubbornness is in the wrong place."

He turned his head to look at the magnificent collapse of the bridge.

"Collect the knight's body and bring it back to Miss Marshall."

In front of the old wolf was a fort that had been razed to the ground.

The wreckage of the bridge that sank to the bottom of the river and was washed away, and the other side of the river where blood flames gradually burned.

And the corpses of the Cold Lake Army and Lion Soldiers scattered around.

Under the silent witness of the mountains, all traces of this insignificant murder will eventually be washed away by the torrential rain.

Only the dying soul is left, thrown into the roaring embrace of the mother river, yearning for the light that can never come beyond the mist.

PS: Thank you, Yun Jianyue, for recommending this book. The "I Became a Witch in London" by the boss is very good. The name of the great astrologer Ke Ke, you should not recommend it to me.

Chapter 64 The Pilgrim's War Sorcery, the Eagle of the Gort and the Crocodile of the Black Marsh

The great source is there, it is an indescribable painting, from which we can appreciate the myriad phenomena.

The magic element is there, it is plasticine that can take whatever you want, and can be kneaded into various shapes according to the state of all living beings.

And the mushroom is there, it is an ever-changing natural spirit, and it always surprises me when I want to use plasticine to squeeze out the aesthetic inspiration in the painting. ——"Anjaye's Chat Notes: Fungus Story"

Fan Na still remembers the first time she listened to the witchcraft theory class given by the exclusive instructor of the Spell Department "Spellweaver of a Thousand Rods" Fu Lilian in the large public classroom on the first floor of the academy——"Foundation Stone Hall".

Although Teacher Fulilian, who is covered in black professor uniform, is so petite that she has to step on a chair to give lectures to show her majesty even at the height of the big podium—but the logical system in her brain has been rigorously demonstrated. It is so huge that the insignificant apprentices stand aloft.

Even at the level of a novice, it took Fanna countless days and nights to study hard.

When she can finally understand how to build a self-contained bridge of witchcraft between herself, reality and the underworld, and corroborate the various wild ideas recorded in the notes left by her stepmother.

The door leading to the way of magic skills also slowly opened for the girl.

And behind that door—that's everything she puts all her passion and life into, loves so much.

After she had a preliminary understanding of witchcraft theory, she agreed more with her stepmother's ideas.

The so-called witchcraft is a miracle of human wisdom created to call out all phenomena of nature and resonate with self-realization.

No matter how strange its external appearance is when it is rooted in the soil of reality—it is to communicate with the sea of ​​the great source to exert the mighty power of stealing stars and changing the moon, or to absorb the vortex of a small source to simulate the changes of scales submerging feathers and flying feathers—all It is a real flower that blooms in the hotbed of power created by the caster based on individual cognition.

Extraordinary people who pursue the power of origin mix and extend their own spirit, ideas and soul into long fishing lines and throw them into the sea of ​​the nether world. They themselves are like bait floating under the dark water surface, attracting them to wander in the great source. The resonance of the many "aggregates of the unconscious" - like diving into a ghost ship to find treasure.

And the real individual body, as the anchor point of the fixed fishing line, hooks the treasure caught from the great source, through the narrow sea surface connected with the anchor point by the fishing line, back to the outside world. Manifestations of Reality - a unique collection for the caster.

Fish, birds, trees, wind, fire, water, and soil can be found in the treasures-the ability of everything to exist in the world and show value.

When a spellcaster masters these abilities proficiently, he will be able to control his own direction in the midst of all kinds of disturbances that come from all directions in the world—this is the true spellcaster qualification required to be certified on the "Road of Pilgrimage".

As a supernatural organization of spellcasters on the Mirage Peninsula—the Stella School, which constitutes the main body of the Palace of Stargazing, follows the traditional inheritance thought of the Witch Society since the Mist Age.

Holding the book in the left hand and the staff in the right hand, with the power of destruction and creation, it defends the freedom of women to pursue the truth.

Fan Na, like the apprentices of all generations, began to receive spell combat courses when she was promoted to a second-tier student.

Among them, in order to cultivate practical witches who can go to the battlefield, the tactical practical courses and the use of large-scale war spells are naturally the most important.

At this moment, on the battlefield of Rexxar Mountains sniping the enemies of the school, this batch of pilgrims will be put into actual combat for the first time.

Under the protection of the water curtain enchantment on the top of the cliff, the pilgrims team commanded by Fan Na is methodically launching the secret rune warfare circle of the school.

After Fan Na and two members of the Rune Department determined the basic spell base layout after careful calculation and adjustment of the leylines.

In the first step, the three little witches from the Magic Department formed an equilateral triangular rune formation to form a solid core caster.

And Fan Na, who has the best casting accuracy, is located in the center of the triangle, and is responsible for adjusting and locking the target of the spell.

In the second step, members of the Star Stone Division, Demon Division, and Rune Division, headed by Luke and Canbera, formed two outer ring rune arrays to serve as amplifiers for spell effects and drainers of magic essence.

In the third step, although Elsa, the elite of the astronomy department, was absent, there were still two members of the astronomy department in the team, who were responsible for introducing the corresponding astrology ceremony for the triple-structured magic circle.

They are respectively located on the left and right sides of the magic circle, forming a central axis with Fanna, guiding the power of astrology through observation, and strengthening the connection of the triple rune magic circle into a unified whole.

In less than one Vinland hour, this is already the most sophisticated and powerful spell-casting ceremony that Fan Na can build.

A transparent water swan flew out of the flying bird staff that Fan Na waved towards the river, passed through the vast rain, stared at the wooden bridge on the distant river and fluttered away.

After the water swan accurately flew over the bridge and circled several times, the girl confirmed the accuracy of the range and landing point of the spell.

After all the pilgrims have completed the division of labor—the Grand Wizard Yunying standing on the edge of the cliff overlooking the Emerald River, after sensing the wild boar god crossing the bridge, he turned his head to face the rune circle laid down by the little witches, and raised his beast Bone Witch Staff.

"let's start."

The blond girl who received the order took the lead in waving the staff of the flying bird, as if directing an orchestra to perform a magnificent performance.

The witches standing in a row in the triple formation structure raised their staffs one after another, and neatly outlined the corresponding combination of runes.

At the same time, accompanied by the singing like an ancient ballad—the gorgeous and exquisite white luminous rune magic circle appeared on the ground under the feet of the little witches, resonating with the void above, and then the virtual image of the magic circle gradually rose, and finally intertwined and overlapped into a circle in the high sky ring, changing into a mysterious deep purple like the night sky.

Precise runes and incantations, the power of the huge magic essence drawn from the leylines and the secluded world, is injected into the center of the triangular runes held by the members of the magic department, and after they are in harmony with a certain cognition - gradually materialized Show what the spell should reveal.

"The huge bull who pioneered the Styx, please lower your invisible sanctions, trample and break the distorted land that violates justice, and make the unforgivable sinful souls fall into the abyss."

A large-scale compound war witchcraft that combines astrological rituals and gravity witchcraft——

"Sky Trampling Star Bull!"

The closed-loop small source system that connects 25 pilgrims with the earth veins, the torrent of magic essence that resonates with the netherworld, is guided by Fanna, who is at the core of the magic circle, to Fei, who is 6 "Topson" casting moments away. Lengcui River wooden bridge.

As a result, the huge rune magic circle floating in the sky above the girls erected in the tilt and flip of the invisible mighty force, and finally projected a gorgeous and magnificent purple magic element laser towards the river.

The flow of light waved a circle of the same color in the sky above the bridge, and sixteen large light spots emerged in the deep starry night in the circle, connecting them into an astrological symbol shaped like a bull with giant horns—it is the zodiac. Palace of "Pluto".

Under the guidance of the astrological symbols, the huge aggregate of magic energy manifested as a cow's foot carrying a sky full of stars, slowly pressing down from the starry sky in the ring, covering the entire bridge.

As a result, within the scope of the magic circle whose diameter completely covered the width of the river, the gravity environment where the bridge was located changed instantly, like a huge bull strolling leisurely in the Milky Way, suddenly trampling down the giant feet that shook the mortal world.

As a result, where the bull's hooves stepped, all the matter fell violently into the abyss under the unbearable gravity.

The bridge body built with an unknown amount of man-made and material resources collapsed and shattered section by section, and even the water body of the river below sank with the collapse of the bridge body—while the edge of the cow's hoof covering was instantly emptied by huge waves, With the bridge sinking into the river, it is connected into a wave wall that cuts across the river!

"Disconnect the spellcasting link."