Witch Forest Friends Club

The black-haired girl sighed with some palpitations: "The history of magic addiction is very long. Not only humans, but even indigenous gods and ancient dragons may form magic addiction."

The girl glanced at Gloria's wise appearance as she gnawed at the meat, and wanted to explain in words that even a barbarian could understand.

"The pathological mechanism of magic addiction is very complicated, and there are many reasons for its formation, but the common situation is to use tricks to overuse spells that exceed the upper limit of one's ability, or to survive for a long time in an environment of ultra-high concentration of magic essence—— As a result, the amount of magic essence contained in the body will expand extremely in a short period of time, becoming as saturated as a sponge absorbing water—this state cannot last forever, but it may form a permanent strong dependence on magic essence.”

"It's a sense of sublimation that is extremely satisfying for the soul and flesh, which can make the caster feel omnipotent. But once you leave the environment where the body can be filled with excess magic essence, the spellcaster who is used to 'sublimation' will feel that the soul and flesh are omnipotent all the time. Not longing for a large amount of high-purity magic essence, but the magic essence organs in the body will be overdrawn due to the long-term load of magic essence beyond capacity, and after cutting off the large amount of magic essence supply, the exhaustion will be accelerated, and the magic essence will be absorbed and mobilized by itself. The efficiency of the element is greatly reduced, and eventually the connection with Youjie will wither and break, and it will be completely abandoned by Dayuan."

"Although I don't quite understand." Gloria thought seriously, "But for example, if the power of dragon blood and dragon thunder is deprived from my body, will I also develop a magic addiction?"

"It's not impossible." An Jiaye stared at Goliath's looming dragon pupils, "So don't rely too much on the power of the dragon descendant, after all, it is recorded in the book "The End of the Dragon Feast" in the academy that many powerful dragon descendants in history The end is not very good, if Gao Te's king is reduced to this point, it will be too sad."

"I will remember." Gloria only showed such a pure and bright smile to her best friend, "As my eyes, I believe Xiao An, you will also help me lead the way. If one day I am about to get lost on the road of chasing power , you can help me correct it."

Elsa, who was burying her head in the donuts, suddenly meowed in dissatisfaction: "Xiao An, don't worry about her, the instinct of the dragonborn is greedy for money, lustful and bloodthirsty. If the barbarian becomes a dragon and degenerates, I will help you solve it." .”

"Then I really appreciate your kindness." Gloria pointed at the kitten with a fork in contempt, "Just be careful, don't be swallowed by me in one gulp."

"I'm thinking, that man named Kenny, has he really been Porfirio's battle mage?" Anjaye changed the subject in time to avoid the occurrence of two humanoid monsters in a crowded tavern. conflict.

Gloria looked at the back of the homeless man who was drinking at the bar, frowning as she recalled.

"Grandpa Gru killed Oga's Northern Archmage, and almost wiped out his mage group, but maybe one or two slipped through the net."

"If you suffer from a magic addiction and don't have special drugs to resist the torture, you may go crazy soon, but this kind of drugs are generally prohibited drugs, and he is still alive, even for so many years-the things that maintain his life are very It may circulate underground in Shuangcheng Port."

Anjaye made a precise judgment, "Perhaps this is also a clue."

"My few silver coins are not so easy to get." Gloria grabbed the bone-in lamb chops, and her teeth tore off a large piece of meat. Her eyes instantly revealed her fierce predator nature, "If you are targeted by me, don't even try to escape." gone."

"Goria, are you and Lao Lang serious about dealing with Wang Yanshi this time?" The girl felt that the opportunity was rare, so she chatted with Goliath about another important matter.

"Of course I'm serious." Goliath swallowed the meat in her mouth and stared at her solemnly, "King of Gott, never afraid to challenge the strong."

"But you also saw the sword light that dispelled the thunderclouds on the Feilengcui River." An Jiaye calmly stated a cruel fact, "That is not an opponent we can defeat."

"I have signed an alliance with you, and I will not watch you die in vain. Now that I have arrived at Lenghu, even if I convince myself, the academy will not fail to arrange backup, but I can't see anyone who can win against Wang Yanshishi now. Hope. So you're really going to swing the ax recklessly at Porfirio, as Gambino intended?"

"We have heard enough rumors about Wang Yan's lion." The female soldier stopped eating, "I am invulnerable to swords and guns, invulnerable to all poisons, and there is also the 'Holy Flame for Protecting the Nation' that inspires the will and strengthens soldiers. My one that can flatten mountains Dad, they were all killed by him, after 12 years, he will only become stronger, maybe one day he will be able to break through the gate of the 'Eternal Prison', and it is not surprising to become the third legend in the peninsula."

As if the phantom of the monster that is difficult to defeat at this stage is entrenched in front of her eyes, the momentum of Goliath's rising violently is like a young dragon that has inspired the will to fight.

"But the so-called 'Holy Flame of Protecting the Nation' is not invulnerable. Didn't Ricardo, the founding king of Oga, Ricardo who was known as the 'Mad King' disappear in the end? Porfirio is not afraid of pain and injury, but he must have a fatal weakness, we must at least find out, otherwise Grandpa Gru will die in vain."

An Jiaye clasped his fingers and fell into deep thought: "The lion Wang Yan is the pillar of Oga's protection. If you destroy him, are you really trying to overthrow Oga's rule?"

"I don't know what Gambino wants to do, but the 'Cold Lake Territory' has been infiltrated into a sieve by demon scum, and the capital as the source will only be worse." Gloria waved her hands indifferently, "I will think about you later What happened to my niece."

"She does have the aptitude to become a 'seed', but the academy is currently not recruiting servants, so it could only be impersonated by other forces." Anjaye's eyes fell on the little Krapusi who was warmly entertaining guests, "I That cousin, it seems that these years have not been in vain, and he knows the danger."

While the girls were communicating in secret, the homeless man lying on the bar, who was about to die of drunkenness, finally drank the last drop of wine, overturned the empty wine bottle boringly, and was about to get up wobbly.

"Hey Kenny, let's go outside and talk."

In front of the drunk tramp, surrounded by a group of vicious big men who had just finished their meal, they were the mercenaries who had just quarreled and scolded him.

They hooked up with the homeless man with ill intentions. Seeing that Kenny was about to be forcibly taken out of the bar, the proprietress just grabbed the worried little Crapsey and shook her head at the little girl.

The men squeezed out the back door with ease, and it didn't take long for the sound of punching, kicking and insulting to be heard, but it was just an inconspicuous wave in the noisy tavern.

"Didn't you scold me just now! Try scolding again!"

"An old gangster, bragging all day long, with such a desolate appearance, who would believe that you were once Wang Yanshi's mage!"

"Everyone knows that you are a charlatan, doing dirty things every day."

"You guys, you dare to hit me - I'm under the cover of the 'gang'!"

"Haha, who doesn't know that you owe them a huge debt."

"Trash, I thought I was the master spellcaster."

"Don't beat me to death." Only Gloria spoke indifferently towards the back door, but what she shouted casually echoed clearly in the boiling tavern, piercing through the thick door wall, "He's still taking my money and doing nothing Woolen cloth."

The sound of beating and wailing at the back door disappeared soon after.

"Someone protects you, thank you for your shit luck."

The mercenaries walked away cursing.

The dirty, dank alley outside the tavern was like one of the city's countless sewers where cockroaches and rats crawled.

Old Kenny, who had been beaten black and blue, was lying down in the gutter of his life, spitting out a bloody broken tooth.

His old bowler hat, which was the last thing he wanted to save his face, fell to the ground, trampled hard by a few big feet and covered with dirty water. The homeless man struggled to lean against the wall, his rickety and emaciated body stuck stiffly in a garbage bag , It's almost as quiet as dying.

Compared with the pain of war and addiction, it's not worth mentioning.

The man looked up in silence at the narrow sky above the dark alley—the mist of the past spread like smoke.

Until the back door of the tavern opened, a slender figure in a blue linen skirt came to him.

"Mr. Kenny, you're injured again." The girl dumped the garbage near the sewer, and several wandering stray dogs and wild cats gathered immediately, fighting to share the leftovers.

Little Crapsey lifted her skirt and squatted down, picked up the bowler hat on the ground, tidied it as much as possible, put it in the homeless man's arms, and carefully wiped off the dirty blood on the man's face with a towel soaked in hot water .

"It's okay." The drunk man hid his injured face in embarrassment, but he still couldn't stop the girl from taking care of him.

"Crapsey-"

In the dark alley, the girl's face was shining with a pure light, the man stared at her with dim eyes, and suddenly gasped in pain and asked, "Is the lucky stone I gave you last time still there?"

"Of course! I carry it with me."

Little Crapsey took out a stone statue from the pocket of her underwear, and happily held it on her chest for the man to see.

It was a statue of a girl with rough wings.

On the rough surface of the stone statue, there is a layer of weird and inconspicuous light mist—it's hard to describe, it seems to be the light blooming from the black itself.

"Mr. Kenny, you said that when there is a wish to be fulfilled, this stone carving can summon a powerful goblin."

"But even if I didn't summon the goblin, I became lucky." Krapussy hugged the statuette tightly to her chest, showing a happy smile, "Because I met a real witch, she is just like you, Mr. Kenny. I can see the vegetable elves!"

"And, I have a hunch that more good things will happen between me and her!"

"Well, this is the statue of Tristy the Black Swan, and something good will happen." Kenny reached for the hat and covered his face, unable to bear to look at the girl's bright smile, "Keep carrying it with you, don't let it If it loses its light, it will be an ordinary stone."

"Mr. Kenny, this is the rest of the working meal in the tavern. I can't finish it. You can take it back. You can't fill your stomach with just drinking."

"It's okay. You don't have to worry about me, go back and get busy." The man waved his hands pretending to be free and easy.

The girl still gently put the two small pieces of bread wrapped in rags into the man's arms.

When the back door of the tavern closed again.

Kenny looked over to the dingoes that had started to gather around him.

Then he suddenly raised his head and growled a few times, trying to scare away the restless animal smelling the bread.

The man struggled to stand up against the wall, but he still couldn't hold back and fell. When he went to pick up the bread that fell on the ground, a golden badge with a dull color rolled down to the gutter in the dark alley.

It was a medal engraved with a golden winged lion.

The medal immediately attracted the cloudy eyes of the drunk, so that the wild dogs did not care about the bread.

He struggled to climb up and snatched back the medal that almost fell into the sewer.

"Wang Yan Lion." He stared at the sword-winged lion on the surface of the medal, and squeezed his withered palm like a bird's claw so hard that the edge of the medal even pierced the skin.

The nightmare suppressed by alcohol once again turned into the shadow of hell on earth boiling before his eyes.

In the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, I was the only one who crawled out, wandering around in the cold eyes of others, reduced to a useless person who could only play tricks, and then ended up doing the shameless deeds of the past to hurt innocent people.

"I'm really fallen."

The man looked at the closed door of the tavern for a long time, as if he wanted to feel the precious and unattainable warmth again, then staggered, walked past the mice crawling out of the gutter, and walked towards the exit of the dark alley.

He tried his best to hold down his chest, which was gradually becoming difficult to breathe, and his head, which was about to be torn apart.

The addiction strikes.

He had to go back quickly and let the "voice in the dream" calm his pain.

Only this thought turned into tentacles rooted in the darkness, occupying the man's soul in the dark quagmire.

Chapter 81 The Girl Who Aspires to Be a Witch, and the Apprentice Hero He Meets by Occasion

It is the duty of the brave to eradicate evil, and it is the privilege of the brave to be admired by the world.Even if I can't be a hero as a witch, maybe I can train the mushroom people under me to be brave. ——"Ankaye's Chat Notes"

"Miss An, this way!"

The girl is holding a stretched linen skirt, like a blue-gray butterfly, spreading its wings and dancing on the forest path swaying with wild flowers.

She turned her head from time to time, waving at the witch dressed as an adventurer walking behind her.The supple twin ponytails also sway lively with the girl's jumping movements, making the vegetable elves hidden in the hair happy to play like swinging and acrobatics.

The girl is carrying an exquisite rattan basket covered by a dining cloth, which contains the dinner to be taken home.

Compared with Krapussy, who walked briskly, Anjaye strolled leisurely with a mushroom staff - the girl still kept the low ponytail that Krapussy made for her.

Taking off the dusty hood, behind An Jiaye's slender, white and clean neck, there was a gorgeous braid of thick ink splashed in a beautiful arc that fluttered endlessly in the breeze.

Mowrsa, who has been hanging on her shoulders all day, seems to have become more energetic after eating enough donuts.Standing tall at Anjaye's feet, she strode gracefully on catwalks, chasing butterflies and grasshoppers into the dense foxtail grass beside the road from time to time, but no matter how lively she was, her snow-white fur was still spotless.

Goliath stood behind Anjaye as usual.The female barbarian stepped on her feet casually, and picked the wild apples hanging from the branches on the side of the road. After trying it and feeling good, she also distributed it to An Jiaye.

The sweet and sour syrup overflows from the crisp flesh that is bitten, and flows coolly along the lips and teeth, with a fragrant and natural flavor that soaks into the heart and spleen—plus the pleasing field scenery along the way, Anjaye can't help but feel emotional Relax and hum "Sbroka Bazaar".

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After having lunch at the "Flame Beauty" tavern, Anjaye proposed to go to Krapussy's father and ask about the mysterious gang that wanted to forcibly buy the "seed". agreed.

When the girls set off from the old city, the proprietress Sia specially arranged for the carriage that the tavern was responsible for purchasing to pick them up along the way.

Sitting in the slowly moving carriage, they went all the way from the crowded fireworks market to the wide road connecting the outside of the city.

Then there is the narrow country road, and the docile nanny leads them on the slightly bumpy path. From time to time, there are stone tablets blurred by wind and rain beside the road. A product used to worship elves.

After bidding farewell to the kind groom who was going to purchase materials elsewhere, Anjaye began to follow Krapusi on foot, heading towards the windmill country house she had overlooked from a high place in the old city.

Krapussy led them into a lush and beautiful forest.

Surrounded by the diffuse light of the starstone crystal clumps, the misty forest has a charming and dreamlike atmosphere. The main tree species in the forest is a kind of green arbor whose branches and leaves resemble the wings of birds.

Along the shores of Cold Lake, this kind of tall and tall trees are very common—they are called Dawn Trees, and they are one of the tree species best associated with Starstone in the Mist Age.

Among the dense branches and leaves that spread out like feathers, the brilliance of star stones blooming is shimmering and reflected. The leaves clusters are like flocks of birds that want to clear away the fog and spread their wings towards the sun. white spherical nuts.

Anjaya would be interested in this kind of tree species. In addition to the "meaning of existence" of the dawn tree in the age of mist, the caster endowed it with a strong mystical connotation, and because they themselves can create a rich and colorful ecology—whether it is Its own branches, leaves, roots, flowers and fruits, and even the nutrients it provides can make the mushrooms parasitic on the trees have high-quality magic adaptability, which is very suitable for refining witchcraft related to astronomy and astroliths Potion.

According to Elsa, outside the Tower of the Sun, where the headquarters of the Northern Witch Society is located, there are more mutant dawn trees planted all over the mountains.

Anjaye looked up and looked around, and found a group of energetic squirrels leaping in the woods. Their hair was shiny and clean, like well-dressed aboriginal nobles, and their movements were as vigorous as bunches of bright sunshine, flying over the trees. Among the shadows and branches, the seeds of the dawn tree are collected to prepare for the coming "Cold Mist Moon" after the "Harvest Moon".

It's a pity that I met Miao Ersha, a naughty and fun cat. The team of squirrels who had been traveling safely were chased by the big white cat climbing up the tree.

After passing through the dawn forest, the girls can see the horizon where the windmills stand from a distance across the rolling grass hills. It blows close to Anjaye and the others, mixing with Krapusi's crisp and lovely laughter like wind chimes.

After experiencing the bloody experience in the arena, this short trip was undoubtedly a refreshing experience for Anjaye.

Just like the shadows and turbid stains remaining on the canvas of the soul, they are blown away by the fresh colors brought by the wind. If she is not in a hurry to get down to business, she would want to stop and record the good mood at this time with a brush.

The little girl seemed a little tired, she slowed down and returned to Anjaye, walking side by side with her.His gaze also became shy and restrained, and he secretly glanced at the calm witch from time to time.

"Crapsy, why do you want to be a witch?" Anjaye suddenly turned his head and asked.

"This is my secret." The little girl's eyes were shining like stars, "But since Miss An asked the question, of course Krapussy is willing to share it."

The vegetable elf also proudly stood on the master's shoulder with her hips akimbo and nodded in agreement.

"Because witches are very powerful. According to legend, they can call wind and rain, drive away wild animals, make food harvest abundant, and diseases go away. If I become a witch, everyone in the village can live a happy life!"

"It's not as simple as you think." An Jiaye stared carefully at the scene full of longing in the girl's clear blue eyes.

Seeing Krapusey getting nervous, she asked indifferently.

"Are you literate? Peninsular, Fana?"

"Aunt Shia taught me a little bit, but she is from Saad, and she only learned a little peninsula in the northern city-state, and I don't know how to read." Krapussy poked her finger shyly.

"If I say that a witch needs to be literate first, learn a lot of boring and profound knowledge, take a lot of troublesome courses to train herself, and strive to gain the approval of Dayuan." An Jiaye said in a low tone, "and will encounter many dangers harmful to life , do you still want to be a witch?"

"I will work hard to learn." Krapussy took a deep breath, clenching her small fists and working hard, "No matter how dangerous it is, Krapussy will protect herself!"

Anjaye withdrew his eyes from examining the girl's heart, sighed, and touched Krapusi's warm little head.

When she approached the gate of Galantia back then, why didn't she not have a longing for mastering witchcraft.