"The first point, get it."
Andrea stroked her long hair gracefully, shook off the snow on her head, and said to Ashes, "The rest of the handling will be left to you."
"Wait... why me?" The latter widened his eyes.
"You are very strong," she said, spreading her hands, "this is a team competition, so naturally we have to work together to complete it. Listen, we represent the face of Sleeping Island, if you lose the game because your handling speed is too slow, I will 15 Ten told Her Highness Tilly."
An overwhelming victory! Nightingale, have you seen it? Andrea looked proudly at the ashes who could only bend over to fight the unconscious evil beast even though she was dissatisfied, and felt extremely comfortable in her heart.
After all, she couldn't handle these dead things.
"Stay here and don't move, I'll be back soon," the extraordinary man put the sturdy wild boar seed on his shoulders and turned around and warned.
"I know, let's go."
When Ashes left, Andrea raised her head and asked the forest, "Leaf, please tell me where the next evil beast is."
"On your right, four hundred and fifty meters away, the snow wolf species." The branches swayed, "But aren't you waiting for her?"
"Of course not, that would be too slow." Andre pondered for a while, "Well... it's almost nine hundred paces away, I'm off, and then please tell her my new location."
Ye Ye was silent for a moment, "I understand."
"Don't worry, it's just a stupid wolf. If you remind me, it can't touch me."
Even for the giant hybrid I met last time, there is only one dead end in front of her new ability. The original magic arrow is powerful, but its range is only ten steps. Now as long as the magic is abundant, she is enough to shoot a projectile of the same power. Projected to a distance of 100 meters, combined with the branching ability of accurate hits, even if the evil beast has two pairs of wings, it will not be able to escape her blow.
This time, she won.
"Sorry, I didn't expect him to involve you in such trivial matters," Phyllis looked at Agatha who was walking in front, "I just responded casually."
When she first heard this proposal, she didn't think too much about it, because she lost her sense of taste, and the Chaos drink was not attractive no matter how delicious it was. What made her agree was just pure curiosity. Observe the fighting ability of the Witch League. Unexpectedly, this hunt was actually a group competition, and her teammate was Agatha, the youngest high-level witch ever.
"It doesn't matter, compared to staying in the lab all day studying magic stones, it's better to come out occasionally," Agatha shrugged. "If I didn't want to waste time, I wouldn't agree to your majesty in the first place."
"Is that so? Then... Let's just grab a few evil beasts and bring them back to make up the count?"
"How about that, it's a game."
"But didn't the king of mortals say that friendship is first and competition second? Everyone else should do the same."
"They don't really think so in their hearts. You can tell by looking at their expressions, what those guys are fighting for. Even if there is no Chaos Drink as a prize, Lightning and Andrea are not willing to lose to anyone." Agatha After a pause, "It's fine if it's just an ordinary game, but we are the Taquila team now, right?"
"Yes..." For some reason, Phyllis felt that the other party was full of fighting spirit.
"In this case, the game is to win," Agatha stopped, and a little ice crystals condensed in her hand.
Ye Zi's voice sounded almost at the same time, "Behind you, two hundred meters away, the wolf-eagle hybrid is rapidly approaching!"
Phyllis took two steps back and looked at the white snow forest behind her. With a long howl, a slender white-haired monster appeared in the snow. When its wings are spread, it seems to be sliding on the ground, and the running movement is reduced to a minimum. It is no wonder that she did not notice the enemy approaching behind.
The temperature around Agatha plummeted, and the snow suddenly formed a hard ice surface. Just as the enemy was approaching, she threw the sharp ice crystals in her hand, forcing the hybrid to dodge and dodge, and then lost on the smooth ice layer. balance.
However, the high-level witch slid lightly to the side of the monster, pressing her hands on its fur, instantly turning it into a half ice sculpture.
The smooth fighting style is indeed Taquila's genius, Phyllis thought with admiration. Although Agatha, as a member of the Quest Club, has not experienced a real battlefield, it can still be seen that she has put in a lot of hard work in combat training. In particular, the combination of pace and ability has formed an advantageous field that can occupy a great initiative. If you fight against her on ice crystals, you will inevitably be subject to her everywhere.
"How did you find it?" Phyllis asked curiously.
"I've summoned a thin piece of ice under my feet, and I can detect anything nearby stepping into the snow."
"I see..." She looked at the hybrid with only its head exposed and its body covered in ice crystals, "I'm dragging it to the city wall now?"
"Let's just leave it here, it won't freeze to death for a while, and we'll catch a few more and bring them along," Agatha waved, "We have to find the next evil beast as soon as possible."
She was serious, Phyllis realized, that the young High Witch really wanted to win.
Is it because she represents Taquila's relationship? So in future negotiations, will she lean towards Neverwinter or the Taquila survivors
This question made Phyllis feel uneasy.
Before she took a few steps, she couldn't help but said, "Lord Agatha..."
"You don't need to call me that, just call me by my name," Agatha turned her head back, "You said earlier that Taquila witches no longer divide their status based on their abilities, but that everyone gets along equally?"
"Yes... Since Lord Eleanor sacrificed himself, there have been fewer and fewer surviving companions, and everyone has gradually formed a consensus... Whether it is a high-level promotion of the Federation, or the most ordinary primordial witch, there should be no more The gap in identity. Every witch is equally important is exactly what Pasha proposed."
"There is no exception for me," she nodded. "Seeing that the people of the Witch Union are called sisters, sometimes I feel that they are the heirs of the new era."
"I see," Phyllis hesitated. "Can I ask you a question... What do you think about Taquila and Neverwinter?"
"What you want to ask is, which side am I loyal to?" Agatha stopped.
Phyllis didn't avoid her eyes, which was very important to them.
"I'm loyal to my beliefs," she replied.
"Believe... read?"
"That's right, so I hope you can move to the west of Greycastle, and under the leadership of Roland Wimbledon, join hands with Neverwinter to fight against the devil."