Witch, don't be so lazy

And crawling in front of the wizard was a large group of monsters.

The Ghost Sword Python that An Ke had seen before was also among them.

The wizard raised his crow-head staff high and shouted in a hoarse voice.

"The scarlet eye bears witness to sin, the black feather heralds eternal sleep!"

"O great and noble Raven God!"

"You bring misfortune, you spread death."

"We are your most humble servants. We offer our souls and our blood, and pray for your grace to help us defeat the evil enemy..."

The monsters murmured in agreement, then began to hurt themselves and tear their flesh.

No bloodshed.

Because all the blood flew into the air, and along with the magic power, it gathered on the black stone pillar and finally turned into red and black snow.

Fall.

When they touched the monsters, black wings began to grow on their backs.

This is a strange ritual used to create close relatives.

"The Crow God...it really is it."

The lamb couldn't help but speak.

"you know?"

An Ke asked.

"Well, the witch Baba Yaga has three most favored followers—the Death House, which serves as both a means of transportation and a place to live; Antica, her beloved shadow cat; and Muni the raven, who is the witch's messenger of death."

The lamb frowned. "But unlike Antica, the raven Muni died long ago. The people of the Old Empire hunted him down and used him as food to feed Samael, the Sin of Wrath."

"It might be some of His remnants that the dark wizard accidentally found. Then, during the contact, he was contaminated and became His fanatical follower."

"...So terrifying! That dark wizard seems to be at level three, and he seems to be a senior wizard. How could he become his fanatical follower?!"

Anke was a little shocked.

On the one hand, he lamented the horror of the existence of higher beings, and on the other hand, he marveled at the outrageous nature of Malchana's mission.

She only took a quick glance and saw that apart from the third-level wizard, there were seven or eight second-level monsters and dozens of first-level monsters.

Even through this strange ritual, although they became strange and crazy, their magic power and aura were actually increasing.

What a hell.

Can she do this on her own?

Moreover, when An Ke received the task, she was still just an apprentice, and she was given five months to complete all these valuable items...

Uh, I can’t comment on it. Maybe this is just a desperate attempt to find a cure.

However, great Witch of Winter, even though we complain, we will still give you a good review later, because we asked you to call for help.

Anke's eyes moved among the monsters.

This strange spirit is the food of the Devil's Gospel.

Then stared at the stone pillar.

God is pitiful.

Lord Dark Sun finally doesn't have to eat garbage anymore.

But all this happened before...

"Yang Bao, do you think you can fight?

An Ke gently poked the lamb's head and said, "You haven't been at level three for long. If this feels too difficult, then let's not do it."

She was responded with two "humphs".

then.

"Don't be afraid, go ahead!"

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Huddled in a witch's cloak.

Anke looked furtively at the followers of the Crow God in front of him.

"What are you going to do?"

She asked in a low voice, "Just like last time, use that lightning brooch and the witch's hammer to attack them directly?"

Anke still vividly remembered the lamb's performance in the Witch Forest, because that was the first time she had seen such an exaggerated battle scene.

The shining lightning that penetrates the sky and the terrifying hammer that crushes everything.

Especially the latter, if it were to release its full power last time, it would probably be able to raze most of the Falling Snow Valley to the ground.

"Oh, you mean Perron's brooch and the mountain-crushing hammer?"

The lamb tilted his head and said, "At that time, I relied on the power of the treasure projection. If I were to replicate it now, it wouldn't be as powerful."

She looked conflicted. "Well, the brooch probably won't work. The fake I made is only equivalent to a master-level lightning and thunder spell. Although it's a powerful mid-level spell, it probably won't kill the dark wizard... But the hammer can kill them all with one blow, but..."

"Just what?"

An Ke asked.

"But if I hit them with a hammer, they will all turn into dregs. How will you practice then?"

The lamb shook its tail and said, "If I'm not mistaken, Little Fat Pigeon's fairy training requires the remains of those spiritual creatures. If they crush them directly, there will be nothing left."

Anke was stunned at first, then couldn't help but touch the lamb's head with his wings.

"Yangbao! You are so smart and thoughtful!"

The latter hummed twice in triumph.

Although she had noticed the matter before, she was too embarrassed to speak up because she was currently currying favor with someone else, otherwise it would seem that she was too nosy and liked to put pressure on others.

But I never expected that Xiaoyang also realized it and even took the initiative to bring it up. He is simply a great teammate.

Anke just discovered this problem when performing [Devil's Gospel].

Clearly in her perception, the Crowman Guard and Thornes were equally matched, but the white light ball obtained by using her talent to devour the former was far inferior to the latter.

After thinking about it, she felt that it was mainly because she was too harsh.

The Eye of Judgment was more powerful after the promotion. It directly shattered the souls of the Crowman Guards, resulting in less things it could devour.

The same goes for other methods. If you use too much force and beat the opponent into pieces, there will be almost nothing to gain.

After all, the rules of the spiritual world and the physical world are different. The body here is actually a mixture of magic power and part of the soul. Therefore, the attack of the Eye of Judgment on the soul will also be reflected on the body, and those dark golden lines will emerge.

This is true for her, and for the spiritual beings as well.

Mention of spiritual beings.

According to Hans, they are not the characters that travel the world. The travel is full of phantoms of things that have passed away, just distorted bubbles, while the creatures in the spiritual world are real.

In today's mainstream theories in the magical world, there are four main ways for spiritual creatures to be born.

The most common are loss and assimilation.

Being lost refers to the situation where creatures below level 4 in the physical world are walking in the spiritual world. If their physical bodies are completely destroyed, or if they are unable to return for a long time due to special reasons, they will be lost in the spiritual world.

If you are lucky, you can transform into a spiritual creature, but if you are unlucky, you will collapse and die.

This is why low-level spellcasters must make thorough preparations before traveling into the spirit world, find a safe house, and arrange protection and alerts in advance.

Assimilation is similar to being lost, but it mainly refers to the creatures in the demiplane. If the demiplane floats to the surface of the spirit world and is damaged, they will be assimilated.

If successful, you will transform into a spiritual creature; if unsuccessful, you will die.

Then comes creation and gestation.

The former refers to some high-level beings who have the ability to create spiritual creatures; the latter refers to some special places in the spiritual world that can naturally give birth to very unique spiritual creatures, such as fairies.

It's worth noting that most of the time, becoming a spirit creature isn't considered a good thing.

Although there is no need to eat or maintain a physical body, the decay and decline of the soul is ultimately inevitable, and one still has to complete the transformation through promotion and pursue eternity.

However, the problem is that practicing in the spiritual world is far more difficult than in the physical world, especially for former mages.

Putting aside how to steadily obtain magical resources in the vast, desolate, and ever-changing surface of the spirit world, the turbulent magical currents that disrupted their meditation were enough to kill them. Furthermore, they were no longer able to travel the spirit world, so they had to find other ways to advance...

Far away.

Anke's eyes fell on the lamb.

"Then do you have any good ideas?"

"Of course!"

The lamb spoke in a cheerful tone, and she raised her hoof and drew a vague line in the air again.

Streamer weaving.

Finally it becomes a cloudy water bottle.

Anke had also seen this thing. It was a treasure that the lamb stole... uh, picked up in the dead house. But he never knew what it was used for.

"This is Rusaka's vase, which can pour out a huge amount of sea water..."

Just as An Ke was silently labeling this thing as a "low-end Guanyin Jade Purifier/Bottle" in her heart, she heard Xiao Yang's next words.

"...It can also release terrifying cold air, instantly freezing all of the Crow God's followers into ice sculptures. Oh, that dark wizard might not be very effective, but that's okay. I'll lure him away and take care of him. Then you can slowly deal with the other monsters over there..."

An Ke couldn't help but interrupt.

"This treasure should have been taken out of the House of the Dead, right?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

"Oh, nothing much. I just feel like this cold power is more like the Witch of Winter's power than Baba Yaga's."

"Hmm... indeed, but that's understandable. They're sworn enemies, so naturally they'd understand and try to crack each other's abilities. Oh, Rusacha's vase, not this fake one, I mean the real one. Rumor has it that it was the key tool the witches used to create the White Walkers."

The lamb said as he cast a spell,

"I'll put on a witch's cloak and a shield from Veles for you. This way, you'll be completely safe. Even if there's any problem with the Raven Pillar or the dark wizard, you'll be safe until I get here..."

She tied a corner of the black cloth around the snowy owl's neck, just like hanging a bib on a baby, and her advice was as reliable as a mother's.

It almost brought tears to my eyes.

It was also a team-up, but she had never met such good teammates in all the years she had played games in her previous life. She had only seen the legends of adoptive fathers and adoptive mothers on the forum.

Anke flapped his wings twice and felt a little worried.

"What about you? Without these two treasures, what if something happens to you, F Qiling Wu Siliu, or your father?"

"Hehe, little fat pigeon, you underestimate my true transformation! The bad woman didn't hold back when she abused me. She really dared to hit me, hehe, but she still couldn't really hurt me."

The lamb held its head high. "Besides, I have the golden horseshoe. That dark wizard can't hit me. Even if he could, humph, little fat pigeon, you don't think these are all the treasures I can conjure up, do you?"

"If that's the case, then you're underestimating the clever little lamb! I'm only giving you the strongest shield. I can replicate inferior ones. I've eaten more props than you can imagine!"

Even though he was on all fours right now, when he heard the tone, An Ke had an inexplicable feeling that the lamb might stand up at any moment with his hands on his hips, with a look of pride and anticipation for praise on his face.

of course.

In fact, the image of Miss Lorena also appeared in her mind.

Outsiders probably couldn't imagine that the dignified and elegant Lady Barrowmont actually had this side of her.

Although Encore had never imagined it before.

"That's awesome, Sheep Boamon!"

"Hehe... Um, what does a dream mean?"

"A term used in the park to describe powerful characters who have unique solutions to problems. They are usually cute and reliable."

"Oh! Hehe, little fat pigeon is still very perceptive! Ah, it's done, we can get started."

……

Under the huge black stone pillar.