Witch Forest Friends Club

"Miss Marshall, out of respect for the Earl of Cold Lake, you can let them in, but except for the area we arranged, the rest of the site is prohibited from moving."

Fanna nodded and warned the restless knight on the horse: "Knight Earnshaw, I hope you can restrain your subordinates."

A conflict is temporarily resolved in a haunting atmosphere.

The apprentices enjoyed a bonfire party, camped in the rest area specially designated for them, and lit piles of small red stars to deal with the chill that struck in the late autumn night.

Jana from the psychic department and a few other friends used psychic spells to summon the natural spirit puppets that were given the shape of clay, and cooperated with other stone spirit servants under the apprenticeship contract to help everyone set up camp for the night.

Anjaye also directed Lance and Bill to set up a mushroom-shaped round tent on the edge of the camp with the help of Elsa's shadow.

After finishing her busy work, she looked towards the big bonfire in the highlands, and saw Gambino's silhouette illuminated by the fire at a glance.

Anjaye told Elsa that she wanted to talk to Gambino, commonly known as pier worship.

When Anjaye was released by the guards and arrived in front of the big bonfire, Gambino was sitting on a rock, carving a wooden figure with a knife.

Still the same as when I bought her 12 years ago, under the cloak is a fighter who will not give in to the years.

The half of his face not covered by the black iron mask was even more decayed, and the fine blue stone crystals eroded his body to pieces, but it was hard to hide his rock-like spirit.

The raging fire shines on the body as tough as an iron helmet. Compared with the outline of the old man, his shadow shows the loneliness of this soul.

Even though he had dealt with Gambino several times in the academy, Anjaye was still not used to facing Gambino.

It’s not that he’s afraid of his appearance corroded by star stones wearing half of an iron mask—this creepy old man is a complex product of Wenlan’s thick history, a type of person she still has difficulty dealing with after growing up for more than ten years .

"Good evening, Gambino." Anjaye limped and sat on the fallen firewood on the other side of the campfire.

"Good evening, girl." Gambino responded coldly, "I hope you can get used to my place."

"Is Gloria not here?" An Jiaye took the initiative to stir up the topic.

"Go and help me set up an outpost." Gambino kept dropping sawdust in his hands, and he forced out a smile sharper than a knife, "I just guarded a group of girls camping, and I don't need that crazy boy."

The worries that weighed on Anjaye's heart were put on hold—the number one thug under Lao Lang's men didn't come, at least for now, he didn't have to worry about being involved in any big trouble.

"But you have a big battle this time." The girl was still uneasy, "It's just the patrol guards, and the gang of hungry scavengers outside gathered because of the smell of blood?"

Gambino squeezed out his signature gloomy smile: "Little Mushroom, are you scared?"

An Jiaye didn't answer directly, but said thoughtfully: "Twelve years ago, you brought me to the academy. Twelve years later, I still followed you to the trial of seeking the way of witches."

"Every encounter in the mist has a deep meaning of fate." Gambino picked up a branch and fiddled with the bonfire, the fire reflected the same decayed and mottled crystal clusters on his face, "You are still young, maybe someday you can Witness my ending, look at the friendship between us, if you write a book in the future, remember to add a sum to me."

"I don't think anyone in the mist can kill you." An Jiaye said coldly, "There is an old saying in the East that disasters will last for thousands of years. That is to say, the guy who is so bad that he will use any means will always have the last laugh."

"There are a lot of people who can kill me." Gambino's narrowed wolf eyes flickered, "I'm just a mercenary leader. I've been killing and rolling in the mud all my life. I can't escape the curse of the fog."

He squeezed the puppet tightly in his hand.

"I have served the Academy for 60 years. I have seen many irresistible fates, and I also know that there are monsters in this world who can crush me to death with a single finger."

"The struggle of mortals is boring, because there is a will - no matter how many ants gather together, they cannot understand and control the existence."

"Are you a mortal?" Anjaye looked at the mask and the speckled starstone on Gambino's face, "The real mortal is my kind, and your heart is so empty that no mortal can see through it."

"Of course, my heart has never changed, and I still look like a human being." Gambino affirmed, "But you, the girl who dared not look me in the eye, what has become now?"

Before Anjaye could reply, he sneered again.

"Finding you and Gloria is one of the proudest things I have ever done. Is it really promising? Just watch this tour."

"I'm going to trouble you to take care of my next three-month trip." Anjaye nodded in greeting.

"To each other." Gambino played with the puppet in his hand that was so rough that he couldn't see its face clearly.

Anjaye supported his staff vigorously and got up, moved down the high ground and returned to his tent.

"What did you talk about?" Elsa sat waiting for her by the fire.

"It's just a polite exchange between old acquaintances." An Jiaye took out his notebook and began to record today's itinerary.

Just as they were bored with the bonfire to keep warm, there was a burst of cheers from the barracks.

Anjaye looked up and saw the source of morale boost.

It was a giant gray wolf with a length of more than three meters including head, tail, and foot. It was loaded heavily on a cart and was dragged by a group of soldiers from outside the camp gate.

Arrow feathers and brutal traces of a frontal fight remained on the corpse of the wolf. A broken spear was inserted into the ferocious wolf's mouth. Many soldiers were wrapped in blood-stained bandages. Just by looking at it, you can imagine the siege How dangerous is the scene of this gray wolf.

Among the warriors who slaughtered the giant wolf were lizardmen and humans, and they were covered in blood, accepting the enthusiastic worship surrounded by their comrades.

The giant wolf was transported to the high ground, and the slave soldiers brought a large vat and pressed the heavy wolf head against the side of the vat.

Gambino came to the wolf corpse, drew his sword and cut off the wolf's head, and let the wolf's blood flow into the vat, soaking the wolf head that fell to the bottom of the vat.

Led by Gambino, there were prominent characters in the camp, and they formed a circle with the wolf hunting warriors and silently watched the tank drain enough blood.

"What are they doing?" Elsa asked with great interest, and Shadow silently handed the memory shell to her hand.

"Drinking the wolf's blood, the ritual of asking for the glory of the ancestors."

"I thought that only the barbarians would like these performances." Elsa was puzzled.

At this time, the blood of the wolf had been drained, and the headless wolf carcass was discarded on the ground.The warriors held crude wooden cups and filled them with steaming scarlet blood from vats.

Gambino watched the group of old brothers who had followed him across countless battlefields one by one, raised his glass first, and drank the blood in the glass.

Anjaye sighed: "A long time ago, there was a founder of a country. His father was a god wolf wandering in the wilderness. When the wolf grew up, he built an eternal city of glory in the wilderness, and the wolf gods flowed from generation to generation. The descendants of the bloodline will eventually expand the territory and create a great empire that has never been seen in ancient times."

"The Imperial Legion must drink the blood of wolves before going out to battle, and share their courage and glory with their ancestors. With one heart, they are invincible."

An Jiaye's thoughts seemed to drift back to the era when myths walked the earth, and he was fascinated leisurely.

"Even if the empire collapses and the subjects are dispersed, this custom will still be passed down to future generations."

"Are you saying that they are honoring the ancient military salute?" Elsa couldn't help sneering, "A group of mercenaries, imitating real soldiers?"

"I care more about what they are going to do." An Jiaye said with deep eyes.

On the notebook opened by the girl, a sketch of tonight's scene has been drawn. Where are the soldiers who put their lives and deaths on the line to share the wolf's blood?

Compared with the hot-blooded main camp, the camp of the pilgrims fell into an uneasy silence during the first night they left the shelter.

As the night was getting darker, when An Jiaye was about to take off his clothes and go to sleep, the two big mushroom spirits guarding outside the round tent suddenly let out a strange cry of "Wow", announcing An Jiaye that a guest was coming.

"Who is looking for me?" An Jiaye vigilantly grabbed the magic staff beside the pillow.

"It's me." Gambino's hoarse voice came from outside.

Anjaye opened the tent door and found the old wolf standing in front of him against the firelight, his burly body casting a deep shadow and looking down at her.

He didn't come alone, he also brought a group of men.

Apart from the indifferent slave soldiers, there were also two lizard warriors wearing leather armor and sticking out their tongues, supporting a man who didn't know what to do.

"What's your business?" An Jiaye's eyes fell on the unlucky ghost.

Gambino gave a thumbs up to the unlucky ghost behind him.

"The lizard's scouts, in cooperation with my men, blocked a group of spies in the town. Two of them died, and the other was captured alive after being poisoned by the lizard."

Gambino always looked cruel when he laughed.

"I need your help to detoxify the poison. There is no way to interrogate the corpse."

Anjaye took over this temporary job.

The captives were placed flat in front of the bonfire, and Anjaye drew the rune runes with his spiritual thoughts, and the flow of magic essence was called out from the veins of the earth, surging around the girl, and finally gathered on her mushroom staff. A gray-white mushroom umbrella grows visible to the naked eye among the other small mushrooms on the head of the stick.Anjaye took off the umbrella mushroom and stuffed it into the man's bloody mouth, then shook out a bottle of reddish-brown spore powder and sprinkled it on his bloody wound.

This is the girl's exclusive secret recipe. One is blood-activating mushrooms, which are used to stimulate physical vitality, and the other is detoxification bacteria, which are used to absorb toxins deep into the blood vessels in conjunction with the detoxification spell.

Detoxification is an essential skill for forest witches. After all, they have dealt with various herbs, insects, and heavy metal ores all year round. Even Anjaye himself has developed a certain tolerance to poison.

The wound on the man's body oozing with pus and blood, soon dense clusters of small dark red mushrooms grew. These fungi, which were catalyzed by the magic element, absorbed the flesh and blood in the man's body as nutrition, and even pulled out the toxin——The man's The symptoms of poisoning gradually subsided.

Anjaye took out a small knife from the tool bag, cut off the fungus growing from the spy's wound, and collected it in an empty cloth bag.

"The toxin is almost eliminated. Give him more water and he will regain consciousness soon."

The soldiers immediately carried the spy away, and Anjaye didn't want to know what happened to him afterwards.

"This is your reward." Before leaving, the old wolf handed the girl a simple dagger with a sheath. "During the journey, there will be problems that cannot be solved by the staff, so it will be useful at that time."

Holding the sword hilt in her hand, the girl watched Gambino disappear into the night mist filled with flames, took off the sheath and touched the cold metal edge.She stood silently for a while and turned her head to go back to the tent, only to find that Elsa was hiding at the entrance of the tent and peeking through a corner of the curtain.

When she got into the tent, Elsa retracted into the woolen blanket again, and asked a little concerned: "How is that guy's stone rot?"

"It should go deep into the internal organs." An Jiaye knew that Gambino's condition had aroused her curiosity. "Now he is afraid that he can kill the earth dragon with a single blow with all his strength, and he still says he is a mortal."

"What's the difference between kneeling down to the 'Star God' and selling her soul to the devil?" Elsa sneered.

"I can't see that he believes in God." Anjaye asked back, "I heard that there are many stone rot patients in the north?"

"In the land covered by the branches and leaves of the big star-falling tree, the degree of abuse of the power of the Star Cult is shocking, but most people are still vying for the glory of being able to share the Holy Communion."

"In my hometown, this kind of behavior is called drinking poison to quench thirst." Anjaye thinks that people like Gambino are everywhere, and feels a little cold.

"What do you mean?" Elsa's bewitching square pupils dilated faintly.

"It means that people who are extremely thirsty, even if they know it is the venom of a poisonous bird, will drink it to relieve their thirst."

"But isn't that how human beings live?" Elsa spread her hands in no surprise, "The fog has changed our lives for hundreds of years."

"Stone rot, foggy throat, magic addiction, all kinds of curses of superhumans..." Anjaye took off his glasses and carefully wiped the dust from the day's journey on the lenses, "I hope we don't go on this road one day road."

The white-haired girl pulled the wool blanket tightly to cover the lower half of her face, only revealing her shining eyes.

"Don't you have the omnipotent mushroom?

An Jiaye also hid the dagger under the pillow, ignored his friend's jokes, and said nothing all night.

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Chapter 13 Killer, righteous?

People will still die after being rescued. After getting used to it, this kind of depression will not be deeper than the withered cactus I raised when I was a child. ——"Anjaye's Chat Notes"

The sad and low sound of the trumpet tore apart the deep dreams, awakening the consciousness of the little witches who had fallen into the mist, and woke them up one after another from a sleepy night.

They opened the tent, and in their sleepy eyes, they saw the scene shrouded in the mist of reality—the torch camp, the sky was still dark, and the military camp was boiling like a cauldron mixed with too many alchemy raw materials.

The rude and majestic yo ho sounds came from all around, and being among the brave and patient pack of wolves, the girls were more and more set off as a group of weak sheep.

Only then did the pilgrims realize that the stable and simple life in the academy had left them.

Anjaye got up a little angry, and pushed away Elsa's smooth and slender arms that were pressing on her chest. No wonder she always felt stuffy in her dreams—especially when she felt Elsa's tender, tender arms against her chest. The Peach Queen has an even more irritating sense of crisis.

Damn it, this sneaky cat has grown again.

Feeling the growing gap between them in embarrassment, the girl finally decided to make Elsa starve today.

Wet fog permeated the tent all night. Even though Anjaye had oiled and waterproofed the tent in advance, the tent was still soaked in thick moisture.Bill and Lance were still sleeping soundly in the dirt pit dug outside the tent. It was not until Anjaye knocked them awake with his staff that they wriggled their huge bodies and ate feed with the animals in the stable.

Anjaye came to the side of the wooden basin specially prepared after the tent. The dew condensed on the edge of the wooden basin all night, and it happened to be half full of water. The girl dipped her face into the basin and let the biting cold water wash away the confusion in her mind. .Putting on the glasses, the outline of everything in the field of vision regained clarity, and the mind afflicted by hypotension gradually became clear and unobstructed.

At this time, Elsa also got up under the service of shadow servants. After she finished washing, the first thing she did was to dehumidify the luxurious pillows and woolen blankets.This squeamish cat loves the bed very much, and it is even more difficult to sleep without her fixed velvet pillow with hypnotism, so she specially brought out the whole set of beds in the bedroom.

She grabbed the iron rod-shaped staff, leaned on the grass hard, and a small and exquisite rune light array spread out along the ground in an instant. The fluffy and soft bed floated and turned over the array, and soon emitted steaming heat.

Anjaye shook his head greatly when he saw this—a tasteless warming spell was stuffed into the precious rune spell slot of the spellcaster. How precious is the quality of sleep in this guy's eyes.

......

After the witches procrastinatedly gathered in the empty grassland in front of the camp, the Iron Acorn Chamber of Commerce specially arranged for a cook to prepare breakfast for this group of delicate pilgrims.

Naturally, don't expect any rich dishes during your military career-the pilgrims and the wolf cubs under Gambino eat the same rough big pot meal.

Several aunts who are strong enough to carry logs on their shoulders mixed tubers such as ratroot, red-nosed radish, and spicy bulbs, mixed with a lot of wild vegetables, chopped them, and poured their brains into a large pot. Chowder.

Anjaye lined up with a staff, received a bowl of thick soup and half a loaf of black bread, and sat with Elsa by the dying bonfire to eat.

More than ten years have passed, and the smell of black bread brought back the girl's long-lost memories—hard and chewy bread pieces that wear down the lips and teeth, even if they are stained with soup, they are unpalatable—but at that time, she She ate very greedily, at least Gambino didn't mix too much sawdust into the bread, which brought a full sense of satiety to her shriveled and thin stomach that was indigested by the salted fish.

"Excuse me, what kind of meat is this?" Elsa picked up a piece of boiled weird red meat in a bowl, and asked the passing cook.

The cook's face was full of meat and forced out a flattering smile: "Lady, it's wolf meat, with local fresh vegetables, delicious and warm. It's not easy to eat when you're on the road."

The little cat suddenly remembered the ritual of drinking wolf blood yesterday, the salty meat was stuck in its throat, and it felt like it couldn't be swallowed.

Seeing Elsa holding the bowl with a frowning face, unable to take a mouthful, and looking at herself eagerly, Anjaye sipped the soup in the bowl, ignoring the cat's pleading eyes.

In the entire parade team, only Fanna's team had a luxurious breakfast, and her guards all ate their own food. Naturally, the Earl of Cold Lake would not wrong his precious daughter, and a member of Fanna's team was helping his teammates They fry delicious smoked sausages, bacon slices and omelets.

"No wonder Fanna wants to bring Luke into the team—I heard that her family has served as Oga's royal chef for generations. Luke was able to enter the Star Stone Department because she has been serving the gluttonous Andre with her cooking skills. Sub-instructor."