Witch Forest Friends Club

It was as sudden as when they met by chance, and like a hero who retired from success in an epic story, he left chicly and alone.

She probably won't hear the name Ryan again.

The next time we meet, it will be "Wang Yan Lion" Porfirio.

In just two days, this warrior of the Megatron Peninsula has indeed shown Anjaye that he is truly powerful.

It is slightly different from the rumored heroism.

The girl couldn't tell whether he was a king with lofty ideals, or a warrior who galloped the world for his personal ambitions.

The human nature that can forge a certain belief is extremely complicated-and the hero who bears the weight of the Oga Kingdom is undoubtedly supported by a more complex and multi-angle standpoint, forming the symbol of "Wang Yan Lion".

The only thing that is certain is his will to swing his sword at any enemy.

This pale sun, which treats all beings equally, will eventually block the path of the pilgrimage, and use that dazzling and fierce brilliance, turning it into a sword, to shine on the little witches who are as fragile as snowmen—if they make a slight mistake in coping, they will melt and burn. It's all over.

"Does the king carry out his own will as he pleases, or is he bound to his throne by the will of others?" Anjaye remembered the shadow of the devil and bewitched her words when she became king-if she had enough to support her ambition, Will the power to change the world also eagerly embark on that road full of thorns?

"Pierce through the Lionheart Sword." Goliath was carrying the Dragon Hunting Axe, holding the handle of the ax tightly with her veins exposed in both hands, her thunderous gaze biting the back that was gradually shrinking down the mountain, "This is the sword that killed me. father, brother, and Grandpa Gru."

Dragonborn swear like gold and stone.

"My thunder teeth will bite it off."

Anjaye could feel the rage in Goliath's heart like a torrent, and she tried to warn her friend as gently as possible.

"Goria, what you have to do is to find a way to defeat him, not to die recklessly."

"Don't worry, Xiao An, I will endure. Before the beast grows strong enough, it will continue to endure. I am the future king of Gott, and one day I will take back the lost glory of the tribe with my own hands."

Anjaye sighed sadly.

The seeds of hatred and fear forged by violence and killing must be returned by violence and killing.

The tragedy of Kenny and Gloria is undoubtedly the epitome of the normality of this era.

Once the success is complete, even the two legendary witches who forged the ten covenants at the beginning, how many dead souls have they buried under their hands?

Perhaps in Wang Yanshi's view, the status quo he wants to challenge and eradicate is also necessary justice.

As for Gloria, facing the "Wang Yan Lion" who has the hatred of blood relatives and genocide, no one can stop her desire to seek revenge in person.

Anjaye knew it after reuniting with Goliath.

Her rebellious friend has grown into a cannibal monster in the mist.

The belief in defeating tribal enemies and avenging her hatred has become her source of strength—even if she loses her human body and sacrifices her life, she must prove this strength with the blade in her hand—proving that she has fought as a "warrior" so far meaning.

But since he promised the alliance of the ax and the stick, he would never let Goliath become the same kind as the old wolf.

Challenge fate and find a better way.

At least her demons were right about that.

It is necessary to maintain a perspective overlooking the overall situation in order to become a solid bridge rooted in Vinland.

Anjaye's inner determination was equally unshakable.

Even if you can't bear the ambition to save the world.

At least he had to save his partner from the tide of fate.

"How does he plan to leave the island?" Elsa's Rubik's Cube eyes locked on Ryan's figure looking around at the lake, and suddenly smiled maliciously.

"After all, he is a strong man crossing the cold lake alone. There must be a way." Anjaye was also a little curious about Porfirio's next move. She thought that the prince was handsome when he left, but he didn't He will be too handsome, and he will fall into embarrassment instead.

The girl cast an eagle eye spell, and immediately saw how the prince responded.

He found a good ship plank among the wreckage of the ship stranded on the lakeshore, and chopped it off with his sword—then lying on the ship plank without losing his grace, he actually put the national treasure sword of Oga into the water—the sword was full of fighting spirit Surrounded by the turbulence, it pushed the board in the opposite direction, like a jet boat equipped with a turbine engine, speeding towards the distant shore of the lake.

"Well, it really is a unique way of rowing."

An Jiaye's face suddenly had the urge to cramp, feeling that the halo surrounding the prince's body had suddenly faded a bit.

Losing the light of Wang Yan's light tide, the coast of the Black Swan Island was engulfed and covered by thin fog again.

The long night dawned, and the dim light of dawn pierced through the shadows of the clouds. Although the source of the light was blocked by the mist, it still declared that the sun was high above the sky and had not abandoned Vinland.

The star rocks scattered all over the shore of the lake in the distance also responded to the brilliance of dawn, and sent the outline of Shuangcheng Port awakened from the chaotic night to the girl's eyes.

On the island where the sea of ​​fog dissipated, there was only a dense forest at the foot of the mountain covered with frost and cold air. The frost condensed all the humanity of a bereaved man before his death, and it would not know when it would completely melt in the wind of the lake.

Perhaps this process will take a long time.

Anjaye lowered his head and stretched out his staff towards Kenny's shadow of ashes that had been burned by Wang Yan. As the vines surged and grew, the cracked soil layer was lifted up and buried the figure, forming a simple tomb surrounded by vines. On the tomb, colorful mushroom bushes are blooming on the grave, as a tombstone to comfort the dead soul.

"It's a pity that the memory shell is not there." Elsa formed a rectangle with her hands and fingers in front of her eyes, as if a picture frame surrounded the scenery in front of her. "The rare beauty is obviously the best trophy."

"We will keep it in our hearts." An Jiaye raised her hand and stretched her waist. She has practiced with Ludir for many years, and her body has been nourished by magic essence and essence medicine. Although it is not strong, it is actually The vitality is extremely tenacious and vigorous—but even so, after the high-intensity battle continued day and night, it is like a dried mushroom that has been crushed by a medicine grinder. The bones of the whole body are about to fall apart, and I just want to lie on the soft mushroom bed.

I really miss the caps of Bill and Lance.

"It's about to enter the Cold Mist Moon, it's really not easy." Anjaye sighed looking at the sky, and reminded his companions, "Did you hear what Ouroboros said before he left? The next stop is Cold Lake The capital - Paolisad, is also the battlefield chosen by the old wolf."

"Lian, no—Porfirio has already got the answer he wanted—we are about to face, besides the devil, there is also the Golden Winged Lion Army."

"Xiao An, I believe in you." Elsa stretched out her hand and stroked An Jiaye's face. The palm of her hand was as soft as the powder of the first snow, but it was lingering with warmth like a winter fireplace, which made An Jiaye feel the pressure accumulated in her heart. It melted away like cream licked by a cat's tongue in an instant.

Kitten's smile was even brighter, encouraging his friends, "Everyone believes in you."

"The enemies encountered along the way are all very strong, aren't they? In the end, they all lost to us." The kitten raised the iron staff in the other hand, and said confidently, "We will become stronger and stronger."

"Yes, we will keep going." Anjaye also knew that all he had to do was smile at this time.

"Senior An." Fan Na approached with Knight Earnshaw and asked, "Mr. Bode has gone to the cemetery. Shall we follow?"

Fan Na looked up at the mage tower whose outer wall was frozen and struck by the sword, but was still standing tall, and suggested with a worried face.

"And what should we do next? There must still be many hidden dangers and secrets in the Chaodeng Mage Tower, and we must also be prepared to explore."

"There is a lot of aftermath work to be done." Elsa's staff pointed to the other side, the dying demon who was firmly bound by the shadow servant, "What should I do with the fly demon? Mentor Bode is very interested in him. We Would you like to experience the special interrogation methods of Demon Cote?"

An Jiaye observed the Chaochao Lantern Mage Tower and shook his head.

"Are you hungry? Let's have breakfast first."

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After leaving Gloria to chop wood and make a fire.

Anjaye followed Fanna down the mountain and returned to the devastated cemetery.

Because it is located right behind the protection of Wang Yanzhihuo - this place was lucky not to be harmed by Kenny's large-scale freezing spell power - but the sleep of the sleeping dead was finally broken by the death fight that took place tonight, even those winds Not many tombstones survived the blowing rain.

But for this cemetery, where not many people have set foot in it for decades—the disappearance of these tombstones will be later than the disappearance of mortal thoughts.

"This is the cemetery managed by my family." Fan Na introduced to the senior sister, "Heroes who have sacrificed their lives for Cold Lake in the past 200 years are all buried here."

"But since the family ordered it 30 years ago, the cemetery has stopped accepting new dead. Even my mother, Mrs. Melissa, was buried in the new tomb in the capital. But there is one exception, and that is Mother Elo."

"Fanna, please forgive me for offending me. Assuming what Ouroboros said is true, he deliberately arranged the transaction between the Asuka Witch and the Marshall family. Have you heard anything about it?"

"Senior An." Ever since Fan Na entered the cemetery, she has maintained an indifferent and calm expression, but she still cannot conceal her inner panic. "In the past hundred years, a curse has appeared in the Marshall family. Almost every family leader, They will all die, no one has a good death, my father will marry Elo's mother, I am afraid he also hopes to lift the curse, after all, he is 42 years old this year, the more late the threat of death, the deeper the fear of the future. "

Anjaye instantly realized that this was an important clue.

No wonder Vanna was so resistant to becoming the heir.

In addition to the pursuit of the stepmother's enlightenment path of witchcraft, is there any reason for rejecting curses?

"The source of the curse, do you have any clue?"

Anjaye continued to ask

"Speaking of which, did Knight Earnshaw die because of the curse?" Elsa interrupted suddenly at this time.

Her almost provocative remarks immediately made the Headless Horseman who was guarding Fanna feel unhappy.

"This curse is related to witches." Knight Earnshaw responded indifferently, "The more you are related to witches, the more misfortune you will bring."

"Ernshaw." Fanna frowned slightly, calling out her brother's name in a reproachful tone.

"Well, you are a witch now, I hope the curse can avoid you." The Headless Horseman replied to his sister coldly, and then returned to a taciturn and discouraged state.

"In the past, I only had unknown fears and doubts about this curse." Fan Na smiled wryly and continued to her senior sister, "But now that I think about it, if the source of the curse is related to the soul-sucking banshee transformed by Tristy, I can't escape Open up the conspiracy involving Ouroboros."

"It seems that there are quite complicated inside stories." Anjaye became more and more vigilant about the secrets circulating in the Marshall family.

"Fanna, please forgive me. If you want to solve the crisis that swept across the cold lake and rescue Lord Asuka Witch, I have to warn you that anyone from the Marshall family who is going to Paolisad this time cannot be trusted. , especially your father."

Fan Na nodded with a gloomy expression. "I understand, Senior Sister An."

The blond girl stretched out the flying bird staff to indicate the way forward.

"Mother Elo's grave has arrived."

Anjaye had already seen the graceful silhouette of Teacher Bode, standing by a small lake with jagged stars and rocks, offering a handful of beautiful and elegant colorful flowers to the tombstone of the lake stone shrouded in the light of the pure white enchantment. bouquet.

The flowers are freshly picked.

The profile of Instructor Bode was so quiet and soft that it was intoxicating——Anjaye almost forgot about her demonic flamboyance that drove her magic wings to soar in the air.

A witch who is good at destroying enemies with her claws, is also good at weaving flowers with her hands.

The emerald green grass leaves and pure white and light yellow flowers are born from the mist set off by the waves of the cold lake. They are often accompanied by the tombstones, and the petals condense the sorrow of the world and bloom quietly.

The tomb is simply engraved with the name of the Asuka Witch and her eulogy for her rest here.

"Didn't the Marshall family name be used?"

Anjaye discovered something unusual.

"Father said it was out of respect for Ailuo's mother and Xuegong, and hoped that she could be buried as a witch." Fan Na also showed a sad face, "Now that I think about it, it is really just a perfunctory excuse. He didn't take Ailuo at all. Mother is treated like a wife."

"Let me identify it with my magic eyes." Anjaye bowed deeply to the tombstone.

"My lord Eero Kereno, please forgive me."

Witnessed by Fanna and Ms. Bode, Anjaye and Elsa cast a spell together. After dispelling the barrier protecting the tomb, they used magic eyes to see into the tomb.

"The coffin is empty." Anjaye concluded the appraisal, and concluded to the nervous Fanna, "There is no trace of ashes."

"It seems that there is no need to sweep the grave." Mentor Bode also showed a slight wistful smile.

"This is the stone statue carried by your niece." Instructor Bode casually opened a space anchor point, and took out a stone statue of Tristi from it. "I sensed a familiar aura, so I put it away."

Elsa's shadow servant took over the stone statue of Tristi, and Anjaye and others went over to observe it, and found that the stone statue had lost its witchcraft and returned to an ordinary stone, but still had a strong magic essence aura.

"This kind of alchemy method is something that is tied to the soul." An Jiaye compared the stone statue that was once possessed by the bird witch with the stone flute that he had snatched from his hand. "The two stone statues are made of different materials. Krapussy This mixed porcelain clay that is closer to firing—I am afraid that it is mixed with human ashes, it is very likely—is the remains of the Bird Witch."

"Mr. Bode, Senior Sister An, can I accept this?" Fan Na's throat squirmed, her voice almost choked.

"Of course." Instructor Bode took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to gently comfort Fan Na's head, "My unbelievable sister, the good thing I have done in this life is to cultivate you from a seed to a beautiful flower."

Just when Fan Na hugged the stone statue in her arms, knelt down in front of the tombstone, and fell into silent weeping.

"Look quickly." Elsa took Anjaye to the high cliff in the cemetery, pointing far to the lake in the west of the island.

Anjaye saw the faintly bulging sails in the thin cold fog, breaking through the wind and waves at the intersection of water and sky, all over the lake, interweaving in length and breadth.

Black Marsh's fleet is taking over the port.

Some familiar ships were also separated from the fleet, heading towards Black Swan Island.

Anjaye knew that Arvil had completed her task.

After a while, reinforcements will arrive on the island.

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Chapter 120: The Past of the Tide Lighthouse and the Puzzle Leading to the Dark Truth

Compared with the way humans try to hide secrets, the puzzles that mushrooms reveal in nature are much richer and more wonderful. ——"Ankaye's Chat Notes"

The smiling face of the red mushroom man holding up the victory flag and waving brightly blooms above the Black Swan Island.

This is a signal agreed in advance, marking the completion of the patrol team's mission of suppressing the enemy's lair.

After appreciating the brilliance of the emoji fireworks, they are diluted and dissipated in the high-altitude clouds.An Jiaye held the staff of Heart Bud under his arm, and patted his face that was a little frozen by the lake wind, trying to use the slightly numb tingling sensation to dispel the exhaustion that surged up in body and mind.

The girl looked at the shadow of the sail riding the wind and waves on the other side gradually approaching—turning her head and leaning on her staff, she staggered across the tidal flats full of shipwrecks, broken barrels and floating garbage.

The smell of food and smoke was wafting from above the beach.

They camped on the windward side of the shoal facing the direction of Shuangcheng Harbor. The scattered living corpses wandering around the shore of the lake had already been cleaned up by the flames of Wang Yan that erupted before Ryan left, so they could rest assured to rest.