Witch Forest Friends Club

"So that's how it is." An Jiaye observed the way, and the combination of these two little witches did have a skill.

Although Adeli is called a nerd by everyone, she is proficient in the skills of building spells, and Bounty's accumulation of magic energy is also quite profound - there are many magic essence blocks condensed by her floating around Bounty , and Adeli shaped these rough magic element blocks with different attributes through mimicry spell tuning, and glued them on the arrow cluster as a temporary enchantment, and then fired the freshly baked elemental arrows from the string by Bounty's hands. .

This tricky method of making elemental arrows, compared with the elemental arrow spells purely constructed of magic elements, can not only greatly save magic energy and mental consumption, but also omit the effort of locking spells. Bow aiming.

Compared with the expensive enchanted arrows, because there is no need to take into account the long-term retention of the magic essence, it is only rubbed and used immediately. Adele's enchanting efficiency is also ridiculously high. Almost every time Bunty shoots an arrow, he can get it in time. Replenishment of ammunition—and Bunty had already prepared for it, and there were a few full quiver from the armory box of the convoy at his feet.

The two-in-one magic archer with a clear division of labor is like a repeating crossbow machine with a hundred shots and one hundred hits. The undead who were hit by fire and thunder elemental arrows burst their torsos and their brains disappeared one by one. relieved the burden on the soldiers' defense.

Seeing that the fungal living corpses smoked out by the fire all turned into scorched leeches and couldn't move, and the depths of the mushroom forest were also reduced to a raging sea of ​​flames. Amid the roaring and dull deflagration smoke, only sporadic living corpses roared.

"Didn't the parasitic organism of the toadstool appear?" Anjaye couldn't help but looked towards the farm, "Lance, Bill, don't shrink into the soil, come with me."

But when the girl rushed there in the Mushroom Spirit, she was still a step too late. The mercenaries who were plundering the farm had already disturbed the owner of the fungal forest.

A large barn collapsed suddenly, smoke and sawdust billowed and flew, and even the surrounding dense and strong mushroom bushes were smashed by the huge deformed shadow.

"The big guy is here." An Jiaye frowned and looked at the scene of the incident, "Unfortunately, he was robbed by a monster."

A team of brave mercenaries have circled a hunting field in a tacit understanding, driving and luring the monsters that are difficult to deal with in front of them to the farm complex with complex terrain.

The object of parasitism of the parasitoid is a black bison with pan horns.

Its back, which was originally muscular and strong, was shriveled and shriveled by the over-extraction of nutrients by the fungus bed. Instead, it was covered with corpse toadstools and cysts, making the whole body of the cow almost become a lush gray-white mushroom potted plant, which can be called the best choice for intensive phobia patients. Natural enemies, gray spore fumes spew from the pile of mushrooms from time to time.

The afterglow of the monster's life not being completely taken away by the fungus, the beast consciousness remaining in its brain made its instincts even more ferocious under the torture of the parasitic pain that penetrated into the bone marrow.

Anjaye visually judged that the bison was more than 2 meters high, and its head and tail were connected to nearly six meters. On its head, there were thick and thick horns like battering rams. Every step of the cow's legs, which were as strong as an old tree, seemed to cause a wave of shock when it rose and fell on the ground. Galloping miniature earthquakes.

The giant bison seems to be suffering from pink eye disease, with hot air from its nostrils chasing the little people running around in front of it, it is simply a rampant locomotive that can turn.

A few unlucky mercenaries were sent flying by it, and were crushed by the hooves in an instant, turning them into a mess of meat mixed with rotten mushroom sauce.

Anjaye had no doubt that this mad bull could raze the farm to the ground.

Originally, the vitality is extremely tenacious, and the muddy mushrooms on the body are equivalent to covering the body of the bison with a layer of tough armor, so that ordinary swords and swords can only scratch it with a small toothpick.

However, the mercenary group called by Gambino is also an expert in dealing with such problems.

Led by a young swordsman wearing a lute and dressed as a bard, more than a dozen muscular men, relying on feints and whistles, took turns attracting the bison's attention, and cooperated with their companions to organize a wave Waves attack from afar and harass near and far.

The mercenaries should be extra careful about the threat of being sprayed on the face by the spore mist spread by the dead mushrooms on the bison's back, so they all crawl around on the roof and among the mushroom bushes, mainly relying on throwing damage ——Crossbow arrows, flame pots, throwing nets with blades, and thick-wristed spears poured on the Roshan target one after another, forcibly tossing the mad cow into a dizzy state—only a few brave guys with high skills, relying on Sensitive tumbling shunpo, playing exciting close-range bullfighting performance.

Under the siege of elite mercenaries, the number of large and small wounds on Panjiao bison's body continued to increase. Even if he didn't know what fear and hesitation were, there was still a limit to the burden the bison's body could bear—its speed of sprinting and catching up gradually slowed down.

Until Bundy fired an arrow of thunder element, which pierced the eyes of the bison far away, and burned the brain of the furious cow.The bard took the opportunity to rush to the side of the buffalo, and with the two-handed sword that suddenly burst into blue water, he slashed into the belly of the buffalo from below, and with the help of a violent momentum, he ripped open the buffalo, and his two companions swung it almost simultaneously. The ax slashed hard at the bison's calf.

The muscle groups riddled with holes broke like repeatedly bent wires, and could no longer support this heavy mountain of meat. The Panhorned Bison didn't even make a whine before it crashed down.

The bard flicked his long sword lightly, and the radiance of magic essence flowing on the blade dissipated. He and his companions cheered and turned around, giving a thumbs up to Bunty who had climbed onto the roof of a certain farm.The magic archer girl also put down her longbow, proudly raised her braids, and even Adeli, who was timid beside her, held her companion's hand and puffed up her chest.

Seeing that the dust of this wonderful matador performance had settled, Anjaye just shook his head, and turned to look at the outline of the level covered by the fire and smoke—the throbbing uneasiness in his heart, like the growing mold spots after the rain.

Just because of this stupid cow, will so many people die on the farm?

The terrible culprit that has ripened the fungal forest may still be hiding in the unknown fog ahead, and will it become an obstacle on their way of pilgrimage?

The black eyes covered under the thick lenses tried hard to identify the traces of black witchcraft in the ghostly shadows in the fire mist, and the eyes were slightly heated in the resonance of the filthy magic that oppressed the brain.

For the first time, the girl had an ominous premonition of encountering a regional boss.

PS: Thank you readers for your support. The situation is getting better day by day, and the progress of my story will become more and more exciting. I will not disappoint everyone's wishes.Today's collection finally broke through 500, gratifying to congratulate, let the tickets come more violently.

One more weak point, I really can’t stand chasing seedlings. If you want to read the author’s Lily essay, you can read the previous book "The Original Scenery of the Wasteland Seen by a Girl". full.

Notes on the work——Similar to Final Fantasy and Xenoblade Chronicles, the superpower combat worldview of Japanese RPGs, and the characters are almost dominated by oriental audiences.

Although I was immature when I wrote this book, the scene descriptions, character charms, plot conflicts and fights in the later part of the book can all reflect my profound writing skills. Thoughtful and thoughtful, I can restrain myself, but I don't have the aura of that time.

Although it is a fan, the plot is basically original, and you can read it clearly if you don’t know the East. It’s just that the sugar in this book is super sweet, but it’s also quite cruel to some important supporting characters (not that it will make readers step on thunder. Disgusting people throwing knives is a tragedy of fate. In the end, no main character died), you can watch it if you are not glass-hearted, and now the author has softened his heart, so "Witch Friends" will not be cruel anymore. Basically, there are only macho men Seek benevolence and benevolence.

Chapter No.17 "The Wave" Poet and Flowing Water Spirit

Studying mushrooms is a great career, and no one knows mushrooms better than me. ——"Ankaye's Chat Notes"

After solving the group of living corpses and fungal parasites in the river valley, Gambino ordered the convoy to camp on the spot, waiting for the engineering team to remove all the corpse toadstool roadblocks blocking the way of the tour.

"How long will it take to burn this mushroom forest?" Elsa turned her head and looked at the pillars of smoke rising into the sky. Even the vast white mist covering the river was blackened by the flying embers, and there were bursts of hot and choking smoke. In the wind, there was a burning smell that made her sick, "I never thought we could have such a big bonfire."

"It might take all night." Anjaye said indifferently, "According to Gambino, the town of Duer noticed the movement on the checkpoint side, and sent someone over to get in touch. They will be responsible for setting the fire from the other side."

"Xiao An, look at me for working so hard today, I want to reward you." Elsa clung to her friend's arm coquettishly, "You must treat me to a big meal when you come to town."

"Okay, okay." An Jiaye was perfunctory with the kitten that was too greasy, just in time to see a group of mercenaries tying up the pan-horned bison and dragging them back. They even brought back two cows that were not parasitized by the fungus from the farm. These two lucky guys are being fed with fodder.

Perhaps because he ate too many mushrooms in the past few days, he was well nourished. The little cow was screaming energetically, but Jiana from the psychic department was holding her bagpipe and approached her, comforting the two cows with a look of surprise. He licked his saliva.

"I'm very interested in the parasites they defeated." Anjaye invited, "Would you like to take a look?"

"I won't go." Elsa was uncharacteristically, waving her hands and refusing with a disgusted expression on her face, "I'm afraid those hyenas don't take a bath, they are dirty and smelly, and they are not as clean as Bill and Lance's love, Xiao An, you can sprinkle some spores on them They can grow mushrooms."

Anjaye was able to get rid of the pestering cat. She didn't call Bill and Lance as guards. She leaned on the mushroom staff to support her body, and slowly approached the mercenary camp with her lame feet.

"Regimental Commander." Noticing the arrival of an unexpected visitor, the mercenaries did not act rashly, and directly called the speaker.

"I didn't expect that besides the lady with bagpipes, there would be a lady witch here. I am really honored."

The character who stepped forward to meet Anjaye was the "bard" who shined in the matador performance. This young swordsman with pale blond hair was more important than the crooked and brutish men under his command. His appearance was much more majestic, but the scar that cut the corner of his mouth and ran across his right cheek added a bit of evil spirit to his gentle face.

"You are still a rare oriental person, you look very special."

The young man was wearing a pair of leather armor commonly used by rangers, and a gray-green blood-soaked cloak on his shoulders. His appearance showed that he was busy in the battle. Romance.

Contrary to the cynicism of ordinary bards, there was a sincere appeal on his face, and even with a familiar smile, Anjaye would not feel offended.

"With Mo Suling following you—you are quite special."

Anjaye noticed the little creature floating on the man's right shoulder, it was a cute fairy with eyes shining like sapphires.

A pair of small blue arms with delicate and transparent fins and webs, the lower body is gathered by clear water, and the snake-shaped fluid tail is still wrapped around the man's arms.

The flowing water-like small vortex of magic essence is constantly generated and dissipated around the goblin, which is the proof of having a powerful spiritual pressure field.

An Jiaye secretly estimated the value of this mosuling - no wonder this hunk was able to control the power of water spirit in the battle just now.

"Did you see it?" The mercenary leader stretched out his index finger to tease Mo Suling's round chin, "His name is Amanda, he is a water spirit, and he has saved me many times."

"Excuse me, what's your business, miss?" The mercenary leader then spread his arms, revealing the emblem of a sword unsheathed from the surging waves embroidered on his battle robe on his chest.

"As you can see, my name is Ronan Mandir, a bard and the head of the 'Tide' mercenary group."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Mandir." An Jiaye nodded and saluted, "My name is An Jiaye, and I would like to ask about the pan-horned bison."

Ronan looked back at the body of the bison, which was as strong as a mountain of meat. The mercenaries were collectively overturning the bison, sharpening their knives and preparing to dismember the beef.

"My people also found the bones of a young bison in the farm. It was probably the bison with the horns that brought the dead toadstool all the way, and its cubs also died here. The beast was unwilling to leave, so it took The farm is used as a den."

"A very reasonable guess." An Jiaye said cooperatively.

"Then Miss An, do you want to buy our spoils too?" Ronan gave a thumbs up and pointed behind him——

Jiana was rolling up her sleeves excitedly, squatting under the belly of the little cow brought by the mercenary to milk the cow. The two small wooden buckets beside her were soon filled up. Very satisfied with the quality of the milk.

"Miss Bagpipe spent one silver talent to buy some milk, and gave me a fortune-telling for free. The fortune-telling predicted that my next fate would be pretty good. I am very happy, and she can squeeze as much as she wants, but with her small body, she can drink more The grandma won't grow up either." Roland joked with a bit of embarrassment.

"I have a better way to trade." Anjaye was not moved by his superficial humor, and pointed his staff at the bonfire where the wounded soldiers gathered, "I see that some of your companions are injured, and I can heal them. In exchange, I hope Allows me to obtain some fresh samples of sarcophagus from bison."

At the end of the battle, Anjaye noticed that the "Wave" regiment had lifted a seriously wounded man. He was hit on the butt by a dying bison. Although he survived by virtue of his rough skin and thick flesh, his butt was open flowers.

Ronan did not refuse Anjaye's proposal, and immediately led the little witch to the campfire.

"Batty, your butt is saved, Miss Witch wants to heal your wounds."

The tough guy who was lying on the straw pile and grabbing the straw without saying a word raised his head in astonishment when he heard the words, only to see such a delicate young lady like Anjaye.

Perhaps there was a huge gap between the witch and the imagined witch. This rough-faced young man immediately tore off a rag from the corner of his clothes to cover his crotch, looking a little embarrassed and resistant.

"Boss Mandir, this is difficult. The place where I was injured is not convenient." He declined in a weak voice.

"Haha, Batty, don't be shy." The mercenaries onlookers booed immediately, "Are you afraid that Ms. Witch will put mice and bugs on your buttocks and bite off your lifeblood?"

"Nonsense! I am a descendant of knights." The young wounded retorted loudly in embarrassment, "How can I damage a lady's reputation."

"Don't worry, sir, I'm a witch. In my eyes, human bodies are no different from plants, trees, and stones." Anjaye said in relief.

Stared at by Anjaye Pope's mirror-like gaze, the young wounded man felt shabby instead, feeling like fish on a chopping board. .

"Let this lady witch try it." Ronan took off the lute on his back, sat by the campfire and plucked the strings, "The sound of my lute can only detoxify and clean wounds, and heal flesh and blood. It has no effect, can't heal the injury, so I can only leave you alone in the next town."

"Since you've talked so much, Boss, then I'll take care of Miss Witch."

With a bitter face, the young man shyly let go of his big hand covering his buttocks.

"Your Water Spirit, have you purified all the mushroom spores from their bodies?" Anjaye confirmed to Ronan to ensure that the treatment would not in turn trigger the activity of the corpse mushroom spores.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Anjaye used her mushroom witchcraft again three steps away. Under the dual effects of the fast-growing blood-blood mushroom and energy mushroom, combined with a primary healing spell, the bone-deep ferociousness could be seen originally. Wounds and even broken bones will be gradually repaired under the adhesion of mycelium.

"Look, guys, there are mushrooms growing on Batty's ass! There are a lot of mushrooms!" The mercenaries laughed again, mocking endlessly from their stinky mouths.

But the young man who was the object of ridicule didn't care about maintaining his poor dignity, his face was occupied by a very weird and sour expression, like a monkey with lice on its butt, trying to scratch but holding back forcibly—— Anjaye couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled, she knew that the pain-relieving mucus secreted by the blood-blood mushroom had worked.

In the past, the experiment was only done on rabbits, but now it is indeed effective in curing living people, and the girl can't help being happy.

This kind of live blood mushroom variety improved by crossing with itching mushroom strain is a unique painkiller specially prepared by Anjaye.After all, there is no anesthesia for surgery in Wenland, and many people died of pain due to severe pain and shock.The mucus secreted by live blood mushrooms during the growth process can effectively paralyze the pain signals of the nerves, and replace them with the itching pleasure of ants crawling in the flesh.

Compared with rare magical arts, high-level healing witchcraft, or expensive hanging potions, after the large-scale cultivation and promotion of blood-blood mushrooms, the death rate during the war will be greatly reduced, and the healing methods will be developed in the direction of cheaper civilians ——An Jiaye felt that the day when he would be famous in history was not far away.

If you get the chance, try all kinds of medicinal mushrooms on them.The girl's glasses reflect a gloomy cold light, covering her eyes that yearn for more clinical trials.

In the eyes of the mercenaries watching, although the little witch's healing method was very strange, the effect was visible to the naked eye - they didn't know that in Anjaye's eyes, they were already regarded as guinea pigs who came to their door.

"It's very effective. Boss Ronan, I feel much better." After all, the wounded man was a bold young man, trying to pull out the grayish-green mushrooms protruding from his buttocks, "Wow, it hurts, it hurts and itches."

"When the wound is almost healed, use the fire to dry the mushrooms, and they will fall off easily." An Jiaye instructed casually, "Before that, watch him not touch the mushrooms, and be careful to tear off the skin."

So the two strong men with malicious intentions immediately went to hold down their naked companions upon hearing this.

"Haha, Batty, lie down obediently and don't move."

"Yes, otherwise, pull out the mushrooms later, and be careful to pull out all your original small mushrooms."

After all, Anjaye was in the Gambino team, and she is a little immune to this kind of passionate "caring" between comrades-she continued to focus on other injuries, and did not let those vulgar jokes pollute her ears .

The girl then treated a few slightly injured mercenaries. A group of rough men, like beasts that fell into the hands of a beast trainer, accepted the treatment obediently and thanked An Jiaye.

After confirming that the dead toadstool is not poisonous from the mouth of the expert Anjaye, in order to celebrate the hunting victory, the "Wave" mercenary group ate enough mushroom beef stew that night. Ronan, the head of the group, cooks himself - even though Ronan tried his best to invite An Jiaye to taste his cooking, An Jiaye did not dare to move.

Animals parasitized by the dead mushrooms will instinctively eat meat in order to provide enough nutrients for the growth of the fungus—look at the lush creepers on the bison, who knows how many dirty corpses this mad cow has eaten.

The girl's delicate digestive system is not comparable to the lead belly of the mercenaries who eat raw meat and drink dirty water all the year round.

Anjaye just took a living sample of the fungus from the skin of a bison, and used a tin can to isolate the dangerous corpse agaric. After preparation, please ask Elsa to put it in her shadow for safekeeping.

PS: Try to apply to the editor for the recommended position with high exposure rate. This week will be the feng shui peak of the results. The smooth growth of the author's seedlings depends on Mina-san's support as always!The power of oranges is infinite!

Chapter 18 Unkind Witches Are Not Good Mushrooms

Maybe I have to learn to harvest spiritual nutrition from less advanced tastes, just like mushrooms are used to decomposing dirt that is dirty in the eyes of ordinary people. ——"Ankaye's Chat Notes"

When the mercenaries brought several barrels of barley wine scavenged from the farm, the atmosphere of this field banquet also rose up like shaking champagne.

And Jiana, who was also invited to the banquet, held her bagpipe and held an impromptu ensemble with the group leader Ronan.

The show was very popular. When the chorus was over and the bards left the stage, Jana asked for another song amidst the enthusiastic applause of the mercenaries.

To be honest, Anjaye, who is used to the life of a spellcaster with the strict rules and disciplines in the palace, is not interested in mixing in the banquet of ordinary people.

Even in the long past, she was considered a lonely guy, and it was difficult to find a sense of self-identity in a social carnival full of hypocrisy, comparison and indulgence.

But for some reason, what she is witnessing now is the joy of a group of savages, but it is pure in her eyes.

While the girl was sitting alone in front of a bonfire with soup, tasting the slightly sour bitter ale, Ronan also sat down next to her with a large wine glass overflowing with foam, and said after drinking happily.

"Miss Witch, the hospitality is not good. My subordinates are all big bosses, and they don't know how to treat ladies properly. Please don't take offense."

Anjaye shook his head and said coldly.

"I am no different from you. Before I entered the academy, I also lived a poor life. Walking on the way of witches only made my way of observing and exploring the world more diverse."

"Haha, miss is really interesting." The bard drank another sip of wine, wiped the foam from his mouth, and said, "Are you a forest witch? It's not the mainstream in the stargazing school."

"Do you know anything about witches?" An Jiaye asked tentatively, "Ordinary people can't tell the difference between witches."

"I've been traveling a lot, and I've met some witches occasionally." The bard put down his half-empty wine glass, picked up the lute and plucked the strings a few times, "My daughter is also studying in an academic institution under the tree court. My wife discussed whether she should be sent to a school to be cultivated when she grows up if she has talent."