Witch Forest Friends Club

"Your armor is good, but now it's mine." Anjaye said without doubt, "Any comments?"

Facing the blackmail in broad daylight and under the watchful eyes of everyone, she thought that Master Andrew, who had at least insisted on a bit of chivalry glory——

"No, no! Please accept it, Miss Witch, as a ransom for my life." "Watermelon Pi" shook his head frantically and screamed, "Please let me down!"

Very good.

An Jiaye nodded with a cold expression, and snapped his fingers.

In that case, thank me for my kindness.

"My God, Miss Poisonous Amanita, she commanded the Mushroom People to take off Knight Andrew's full body equipment!" At this moment, the narrator shouted angrily, which was drowned out by the wild laughter of the audience, "It's amazing! ! In this battle alone, Miss Poisonous Amanita’s booty has been quite rich. The ‘Spell Breaking Shield’ has a new owner!”

The knight lord wearing only pads and underwear, showing a pair of hairy thick thighs - was stuffed with mushroom mouth balls, and suffered the sad treatment of the muscles of the whole body bound by the fungus cords. He could only cry without tears. The audience booed and laughed, as well as the rotten eggs thrown by the audience who lost the bet.

"Even though there are many twists and turns in the middle, but no matter what, Miss Poisonous Capsicum has won!"

"Relying on endless mushroom witch spells, novel and tricky tactics! Captured the first chapter of the sword beautifully!"

"Is she going to set off a new wave of mushrooms in this tournament?"

"Look! Someone in the audience is already into this style."

"At least compared to the rotten eggs flying all over the sky yesterday, there are applause and flowers thrown into the arena!"

"Let's applaud Miss Poisonous Amanita!" The big bald commentator seemed to admire the Mushroom Witch's fighting style very much, bringing the atmosphere of the scene to a higher peak step by step.

Not quite right?

Miss An was also a bit unexpected.

Isn't my despicable way of playing unpopular?Why does the wind review seem to have a tendency to reverse?

"Miss Poisonous Capsicum, I love you!"

"Satisfy me with your big mushroom!"

"Great job! Let's join hands to promote the 'Mushroom' brand chain store, we will definitely make a lot of money!" Well, it seems that the voice of "treasure chest gold odd" has also mixed in.

"The enthusiasm for Miss Witch is overwhelming, and now we're turning our attention back to her."

The narrator said with a look of intoxication and excitement.

"This kind of existence that breeds strength in weakness and blooms beauty in incompleteness is indeed an irresistible temptation for many people?"

"But everyone, don't be fooled by the appearance of poisonous mushrooms, this is a deadly beauty!"

"Miss Poisonous Amanita, congratulations on your victory in the competition, you will be challenged by other warriors in the next round!"

"Before that, let Miss Poisonous Amanita respond to our support!"

"Poisonous capitol! Poisonous capitol!" Almost half of the audience in the arena shouted in unison.

After winning the first battle, the seven Mushroom Shadows wriggled around and posed handsomely like ancient Greek sculptures of JOJO, showing pride in their gestures.

And Anjaye could only helplessly wave to the audience - she didn't cast the magic eye charm on the auditorium either.

How did it become popular?

The lame little witch calmly leaned on her staff, and led the complacent Mushroom Shadow crowd, turned around and left in a row towards the "Ring of Swords".

The walls of blazing flames on both sides are like fireworks celebrating her victory!

"The first match of the day is over! I am the commentator 'Focus on Light' Van Dominique, and I will announce the next battle for everyone!"

An Jiaye was waiting for the mechanism to exit in the "Ring of Swords", and went to the auditorium to observe again - but unexpectedly found a few familiar figures - Fanna, Mayor Fernando Knight, and Black Marsh Border Berka Long Argos, they were in the VIP room with the best view, chatting and laughing with each other—even though they were far away, the combination of "Eagle Eye" runes flashed in the girl's magic eyes, and she could clearly see Fanna's sorrow Puzzled faces.

Remembering that Fan Na mentioned last night that she was about to go to "Black Swan Island" to investigate the situation in the Asuka Witch's cemetery, she should take action next.

Regarding the turbulent situation in Shuangcheng Port—how much does the mayor know about the inside story?

Or—was he also one of the shady participants?

Even though, as the important minister of the Marshall family, he looks upright and majestic, but since Shuangcheng Port is the territory he is in charge of, it is impossible to have nothing to do with those gangs with deep roots under the city-the girl has always been unafraid to use her biggest Maliciously suspect these feudal lords who are good at sucking blood.

If Fan Na can bring good news in this regard, it will be a surprise.

The pillars at the bridge head fell slowly again, and Anjaye floated away from the arena with the high-spirited attitude of a victor under the graceful support of the mushroom appendages.

The Mushrooms carrying various parts of the "Dharma-breaking Shield" also played and followed the contractor into the entrance passage.

At the moment of entering the shadow of the passage - the spoils of war were collected into the shadow space of Melsa.

Anjaye turned around, facing the elves in the secluded world who had won the victory, took out an ampoule bottle that seemed to be flowing with emerald green starlight from his pocket, opened it, and poured two drops of emerald green crystal clear water on each mushroom cap. Manna.

This is the nectar and elixir prepared by Master Ludier's absorption of the energy essence that circulates in the natural world, and the secreted sap. For the elves in the nether world, it is an extremely luxurious delicacy.

Every time she helps the teacher clean the long hair of the vines with lush branches, she can collect a little nectar by the way.

On this pilgrimage, the girl brought almost all kinds of "nectar and elixir" out, because she couldn't get the raw materials to supplement, so she had to use sparingly.

After accepting the tribute, the elves in the Netherworld returned to the Sea of ​​the Netherworld contentedly.

The "Mushroom Shadows" have also turned back to ordinary mushrooms——An Jiaye kept the spiritual mushroom dolls for Mowrsa to keep—although every time she uses "Little Fairy Reincarnation", new ones will grow. Mushroom fruiting bodies——but if the "Mushroom Shadows" has enough spare bodies, they can be transferred to the old body at any time if there is any battle damage, and become the successive natural disaster players under her Anjaye.

After the elves return to the Netherworld Sea, they will tell the rest of their companions about their experiences.

Presumably, the little ghosts who didn't get their turn this time, can't wait to look forward to her next round of "Mushroom Shadows" summoning.

Miss An, big victory!

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Chapter 92 Can the pale flame in the eyes of the brave reflect the fog of the times?

People who are used to the age of mist, people who know nothing about the past sun, will they still yearn for the sun?Will the mushrooms grown under the light of the starstone melt because the sun is too hot? ——"Ankaye's Chat Notes"

When Anjaye returned to the player waiting room assigned to her, she found that Gloria and Ryan were already waiting here.

Two warriors who are on guard against each other without turning their faces against each other, if they are in a difficult situation to communicate, playing with each other's weapons becomes the best choice.

The pressure field of dull confrontation permeated between two monsters with human skins at both ends, frankly proclaiming their strength - completely isolated from the noisy and boiling atmosphere of the stands above.

Compared with the institution where many beasts are imprisoned in the arena.

Anjaye felt that this waiting room was the truly terrifying animal cage.

The strange scene where the trainee brave man who is suspected to be from the Oga noble family and the future king of Gott, the patriarch of the Shanya tribe, concealed their identities from each other and lived in the same room made Anjaye somewhat feel the wonder of fate.

Seeing the figure of her friend returning from victory, Gloria suddenly stood up and leaped in front of An Jiaye.

She raised her big palm, which was long enough to hold a giant axe, with slender fingers, and Anjaye's slender hands, which were only suitable for picking mushrooms and holding books, patted together lightly, conveying a tacit understanding between them.

Under the respectful guidance of the servants in the arena, Gloria's awe-inspiring and tall back disappeared at the exit of the passage with the gate wide open, and she appeared on the stage to meet her own battle.

"Your challenge is very interesting." Ryan, who had lost his rival, also recovered a somewhat lazy posture, and looked at the little witch with his sword in both hands. "I have never seen a spellcaster fight like this."

"Then what is the image of a spellcaster in your eyes, Mr. Ryan?" Anjaye took off his hood, hugged Maomao from his shoulders, and sat against the same wall, separated by a bench from Ryan.

"I often deal with warriors. They usually only use the sword in their hands to speak. When the sword wind meets, each other's fighting spirit will tell the will of the heart." The white-haired boy raised the sword in the sheath with one hand, "and the caster will only Standing far away, calculating how to win the icy victory."

"Mr. Ryan, are you saying that spellcasters lack a straightforward sense of honor?" Anjaye concluded his remarks.

Seeing that the white-haired boy did not deny it, An Jiaye responded indifferently.

"Our power is used to pursue dialogue with the Great Source. Compared with seeking glory and survival on the battlefield, fighting is usually just a means for the caster to defend his own will." The girl kneaded the mushroom on the staff, "So don't blame The caster is not straightforward, rather than respecting the opponent's will, we are more inclined to break through the opponent's defense in the confrontation of wisdom and cognition."

"Dayuan? What an illusory vocabulary." Ryan raised his head and stroked the pale and glowing curly hair beside his ears, "but I can't feel the vastness and depth of Dayuan. In my mind, the world is a burning mass flame."

He seemed to care about what he felt.

"A fire that is bright but has no warmth."

"The so-called brave, do you want to become the sun?" An Jiaye turned his head and stared at Ryan seriously.

"Is the sun in the age of fog? For me, it's harder to imagine than Dayuan." Ryan just smiled slightly to Anjaye's weird question.

But in his pale golden clear eyes, there is no emotion, no shadow, just calm and burning light, what his eyes seem to be looking at is not the ceiling of the narrow dark room, but a higher, vaster and farther place.

Like a pale fireball burning above the mist-untouchable sky.

Anjaye knew that this was an extremely dangerous man.

Compared with the appearance like an empty shell, indescribable vicissitudes are mixed in his soul.

"Miss Poisonous Capsicum, where are you from?" Ryan lowered his head and asked coldly, "It's very difficult for an ordinary witch to wander in the age of mist at this age."

"I am practicing in an unknown oak forest, and my teacher is the best forest witch in the world." An Jiaye replied half-truth, and quickly threw the question back to the trainee brave man, "Mr. Ryan, you Woolen cloth?"

"I was born in an unknown tower." Ryan still couldn't see any emotional fluctuations in his eyes, "I have been training hard, and I didn't see the outside world until I was ten years old."

He hesitated for a while and then said.

"If we talk about hometown in the true sense, it must be Twilight City."

"But you came from the direction across the cold lake." An Jiaye said deliberately.

"I went to the northern border before, don't brave people have to travel around?" The white-haired boy also shrugged and said indifferently.

"Miss Poisonous Capitol, you said that spellcasters don't seek glory on the battlefield, so why would they participate in the Border Tournament? Money? Fame?"

"The martial arts competition is here, isn't it normal to want to participate?" An Jiaye said calmly, "There is no rule, the caster can't prove his own strength."

"It's just a little strange—that Miss Minglei has the blood of a fighting warrior flowing from her body, I can smell it, but a witch like you really doesn't seem like she would put herself in danger and act bravely just for the sake of worldly desires." Ruthless people."

Anjaye hugged the impatient Mulsa tightly in his arms, and stroked her restless tail.

"Mr. Ryan is really an invisible person. He obviously looks about the same age as me. At your age, he is very capable. It is the time when he is impulsive in martial arts, but he feels like a person who has been practicing hard in the temple for a lifetime." Old man, you don’t seem like someone who cares about worldly desires, isn’t participating in a martial arts tournament the experience of a brave man?”

"My participation in the martial arts tournament is just an agreement with others." Ryan recalled coldly, "In fact, I don't even know whether he is still alive in this world."

"Mr. Ryan, do you have the will to win?" Only the kitten in Anjaye's arms could feel it, and she was a little nervous now.

"With a sword in hand, a warrior will never give up." The white-haired boy replied without hesitation.

"Even if the battle is meaningless?" Anjaye continued to question.

"The meaning of battle is determined by who you swing your sword at." Ryan also satisfied the little witch's temptation, "I will find a suitable enemy."

"I hope we will be good teammates before the Cold Lake final." Anjaye withdrew his squinting gaze.

"I also want to see more fighting methods that broaden people's horizons. In the age of fog, fighting is for survival. Maybe your way of survival will inspire me."

The golden eyes of the white-haired boy, filled with pale fire, swept past Anjaye and Meowrsa with deep meaning.

Anjaye slightly nodded at Ryan, leaned on his staff and stood up quietly.

"I'm going to the stage to watch the 'Ming Lei' match."

"See you later, and please witness my victory." He seemed to have taken the victory into his pocket, and waved goodbye to the girl calmly and confidently.

"I'll be rooting for you, Mr. Lane."

After Anjaye said the polite words, he staggered out of the waiting room with the cat in his arms, held on to the dark and narrow staircase, and climbed up to the grandstand where the manic sound waves rushed towards him.

"Xiao An, it's too dangerous meow." The little cat struggled to break free from her embrace, and whispered into the witch's ear, "It's too dangerous to approach this person."

Anjaye quietly relaxed his sweaty hands while holding the mushroom staff, and even some mushrooms were wet with sweat.

"Do you think so too?"

"It is indeed as the orangutan girl said, it is very wrong meow." Meowersa's tone of suspicion, she did not have the leeway to have fun normally, "The closer the contact, the stronger the feeling. I hid my shadow, just because I was afraid This guy finds out — I think he's even better than a fully demonized Kardashian."

"What does this mean? He is not what we see!"

"I'm opposed to having him as a teammate." The little cat grabbed An Jiaye's head, as if to vent his inner anxiety, and crazily used the cat fist.

"Don't mess it up, it's not that I want to find him as a teammate—I think we've been entangled by him instead." Anjaye shook the mad Mielsa from her head vigorously, "Before challenging the wall today, he is likely to It was found on purpose."

"In this case, releasing goodwill and not being enemies of each other will benefit our next mission."

The girl dragged her limp through the crowded crowd, facing many fanatical spectators who recognized her along the way, so she had to secretly use her magic eyes to confuse the crowd and avoid accidents.

She returned to the center of the stand without any risk - the office of the Shining Trend Chamber of Commerce, and asked a servant of the arena, and learned that "Treasure Chest Jin Qi" seemed to have gone to the VIP seat, and was asked by the mayor to discuss the affairs of the tournament Yes, and on the "Wall of Challengers", under her portrait in the personal pictorial, a sword seal representing the victory has been pressed. The bright red seal should represent the blood shed by another person.

But as kind as she is, she allows her opponent to use that expensive armor in exchange for her life.

As her stepping stone, although the pictorial of the bull rider lost the qualification to be posted on the wall again, at least she survived, at most it will be a "knight's shame" in the future, and it will leave a name in the sailing arena.

When the girl walked slowly around the wall, looking at the few remaining pictorials on the wall, and judging who her next opponent might be, suddenly a strong arm pressed against the challenge wall and tore off her pictorial.

"Miss, I'm going to challenge you."

A deep voice that sounds familiar.

Anjaye turned his head in a steady posture, but found a mouse mask man who had never seen before standing three steps away beside him, wrapped in a dark gray cloak.