The witch's legs gave way, and she sat down on the ground full of dead branches and leaves. Her pupils were dilated, her body was so stiff that she could not move a single finger, trembling and sweating.
And the crazy woman was still moaning and struggling behind her, as if she had no influence at all, just doing her own thing.
Ordinary people can't feel it? Those black, ominous mist that filled the air.
The mist spreading from the terrifying man in front of him.
The witch was surrounded and squeezed by the black mist, as if something weighing thousands of catties weighed on her body, making her breathless, her heart beating loudly, and auditory hallucinations gradually appeared.
"Please, please get around me... I don't know where I am, I offended you...."
Those seemingly non-existent whispers lingered in her ears, drilled into her brain bit by bit, and roiled endlessly in the witch's mind, destroying her sanity and driving her almost crazy.
The witch covered her head, her five fingers entangled in the messy hair, her intermittent words gradually turned into painful groans, and she began to ruthlessly tear at the roots of her hair.
She was about to lose her mind.
At this moment, the crazy woman finally broke free from the bondage with one hand. She waved it on the ground a few times, grabbed the witch's ankle, and let out a few vague sobs: "Help me...it hurts. .it hurts... "
The witch looked down at her, her hateful but clear brown eyes flickered for a moment, as if struggling, and then returned to darkness.
She grabbed that hand expressionlessly, and dragged the crazy woman over. Her skinny hands tightly wrapped around the woman's neck, her veins bulged, and she pressed her whole body weight onto it.
"Slightly..." The crazy woman rolled her eyes and scratched the witch's hand feebly.
The two rolled over in the pile of dead leaves, and a few insects crawled out in a panic, bypassing the man under the tree trunk that made them fear, and left here in a panic.
The witch's expression was distorted, sometimes she fell into madness, and sometimes she faintly showed a trace of clarity, and she pinched the crazy woman's hand sometimes lightly and sometimes hard.
She gritted her teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "Run....Run!"
At the moment when the mad woman was about to suffocate to death, the witch suddenly withdrew her hand, bared her teeth, salivated, and rushed out of the forest like crazy.
The footsteps of thump, thud, became farther and farther away.
Only the crazy woman coughing and clutching her neck remained on the grass.
At this moment, Alfonso finally took his eyes away from the blade, and glanced at her with cool eyes, as if looking at an insignificant bug: "Throw it out, throw it away."
The tentacle tied the crazy woman and threw it out, rolled up a clean leaf halfway, and flattered it to the owner.
'Wipe your hands, wipe your hands'
Alfonso pushed it away impatiently without taking the leaf. The red liquid exuding a familiar smell flowed from his fingertips like a living thing, drilled into his body along the texture, and quickly disappeared completely.
Unable to flatter, the tentacles let go of the leaves, and went back disappointed and aggrieved.
There was silence again in the shade.
The sun shines on the ground through the leaves, and a few rays of light are refracted by the blade, reflecting the handsome and sharp face of the elf.
Alfonso showed an irritable look, and snapped his finger on the blade, breaking the blade with a little blood on it, and cursed: "Trash, you're lying in the nest."
Amelia delayed for some time, and when she arrived, the witch had already fought with the Cavaliers.
Different from the weird and powerful appearance before, the witch at this time has disheveled hair and a ferocious expression, attacking people like crazy, with messy and unstructured moves.
"No one was injured, right?" Amelia found Debra standing behind the knight, panting slightly.
"No." Debra shook her head, her eyes fixed on the battle situation.
A dozen or so knights formed a circle and blocked the witch's movement with spears from a distance. There was a row of archers behind them, holding up their bows and arrows, and shooting an arrow at every opportunity.
Originally, the witch was not afraid of the arrows of these ordinary people, but she was unconscious at this time, only knowing about attacking but not defending, and wounds were quickly added to her body one after another.
"ah!"
She let out a scream, ignoring the attack in front of her eyes, her arms shook, and the overwhelming flames ignited from under her robe, and rushed towards the knight in front with the gust of wind.
Amelia swiftly swung a wall of light to block the knight's attack.
The flame hit the light wall, making a deafening collision sound, and choking smoke surged up, covering the entire area.
Everyone coughed and did not maintain their formation for a while.
Several knights with rich combat experience thumped in their hearts, and shouted: "Quick back! Back up!" while running back.
Sure enough, the next moment, a fiercer and more violent flame ignited, rushing forward with a bang.
Several young knights couldn't dodge in time, surrounded by flames, screaming pitifully.
The armor became hotter and hotter under the scorching of the flames, almost scorching off a layer of skin from the knights, pressing heavily on them, making it impossible for them to stand up and run away, let alone avoid the witch who attacked again in front of them.
The young knight fell into despair, his eyes wide open in terror, waiting for his imminent death.
The sky lit up for a moment.
The gloomy clouds seem to be brushed away by soft white hands, revealing the gentle sunshine.
And when the sun shone on the knight, it looked like continuous spring rain, soothing the burning scars on his body, the high temperature left him, and the world returned to light.
He stared blankly at the front, the holy lady who was so beautiful that he would blush at the first glance, holding a magic wand at this time, her beautiful brows were cold and sharp, she leaped high and descended from mid-air.
The golden hair was gently blown away by the wind, and the sun was behind her, making her look more majestic and holy, unapproachable.
Is this the chief saintess
The young knight who was out of danger was helped up by his companions, and he raised his head with difficulty, his eyes were attracted by the slender figure, and he couldn't look away for a long time.
For some reason, the young knight actually had a bold and terrifying idea at this moment.
Holy Maiden, it really looks alike, God.
When everyone retreated, Amelia extinguished the flames and landed in front of the witch, "Where is the person you took away? Where did you take her?"
The witch did not speak, the murderous aura lingering around her body exploded after she arrived, her eyeballs protruded, dense rockets fell from the sky, and landed in front of her.
Amelia dodged the attack nimbly, with some doubts in her heart.
This witch didn't look like a person who couldn't talk before, she spoke clearly and thought clearly, but now she seemed to be crazy, she didn't even care about herself, and rammed straight into the weapon, she was looking for her own death.
What happened to her
Who made her so crazy
Amelia didn't have time to think about this question, and the attacks came down one after another.
She rubbed her body, and said a spell silently in her mouth quickly, and a soft light appeared from the wand.
When the light reached an extreme, countless bright silk threads stretched out like vines, spreading and elongating at an extremely fast speed, gathering the witch in the middle, and bound them into a cocoon.
With a bang, the silk cocoon rolled to the ground, Gululu spun around a few times, and then became quiet.
The battle seemed to be over.
Amelia waited for a moment, put down her wand, turned her head to the people behind and said, "Is no one hurt?"
Rita squeezed out from the crowd. She was about to say something with a look of admiration, but suddenly changed into a look of horror, and shouted: "... Back! Back!"
The cold wind hit from behind her head, and Amelia jumped a few steps forward reflexively, dodging the attack.
At the same time, the output of magic power was increased in the hand, and more flexible white silk came out, densely covered with silkworm cocoons, and wrapped the hand that had struggled out and swung the wind blade to attack again.
"Are you okay?" Rita asked Amelia anxiously, taking Amelia's hand and dragging her back.
Amelia looked down at her silver wand, hesitated for a moment, shook her head amidst Rita's more urgent inquiries, and said hesitantly, "It's all right."
what happened
Why did she feel that her magic power suddenly weakened at that moment
The cocoons were tightly bound, and several knights tried a few times before carrying the cocoons away to clean up the mess.
"Your magical talent is indeed high, no wonder even His Holiness the Pope would personally praise you." Debra said lightly while directing the knights to transport the cocoon that trapped the witch to the torture chamber.
Although she tried her best to act like she didn't care, anyone could hear the sourness in her words.
"Yes." Rita was proud, and smiled proudly: "It's not like some people, no matter how hard they learn, they can only hide behind the knights and watch the battle, their legs are shaking in fright."
Debra was so angry that her face turned blue. She took a deep breath, ignored Rita, and said to Amelia: "Your magic talent is indeed very good, but in terms of overall strength, you are not as good as me. I will not give up As for the chief position, as long as there is a chance, I will use all means to pull you down, and I will make an agreement with you in advance, so don't blame me."
Amelia grabbed Rita, who was still about to speak, and smiled at her: "Okay, I'll wait for you."
Please pull me down, right now, right now! Amelia prayed devoutly in her heart.
But for some reason, Debra's face became even uglier when she saw her smile, her face was ashen, she even forgot the soft smile that always hung on her face, and she walked away with her sleeves.
Amelia: … .
Rita on the side laughed and laughed: "I figured it out, only you can cure Debra, it's so cool hahahahaha."
Rita laughed so hard herself that she almost winced.
The bewildered Amelia waited for Rita to laugh enough, and the two walked into the dungeon under the mixed gazes of awe and reverence. The witch had already been dragged out of the cocoon and hung on the torture apparatus.
She still looked crazy, even though her hands and feet were handcuffed with sharp nails inside, she was dishonest, struggling to get down, and made an attacking gesture.
The gurgling blood trickled down the bony wrist.
Amelia took one look and couldn't bear to look any further, and was about to look away, but suddenly found a familiar silver hair in the corner of the witch's robe.
She was silent for a moment, and while no one was paying attention, she bent down and twisted the strand of hair.
Silvery white, tough, exuding a faint moonlight in the dark.
What a familiar hair, I saw it a few days ago.
Amelia's expression gradually turned grim.