Journey to the witch world

"It seems that we are going to die here this time!" Looking behind, Bourne muttered to himself.

The apprentice team led by the mechanical fanatic only has twenty people, but almost every one of them is an elite among the third-level apprentices, forming a very powerful force.

In the battle just now, although the two of them escaped, they were marked by the mechanical maniac and could not escape his pursuit!

"Ahem!" Jorah spat out blood, with an extremely painful look on his face.

On his right hand, the blood-colored blade shone with a strange light, and the strange energy began to distort, causing Jorah's arm to turn an abnormal red color, as if it was cursed.

"Ah!!" He gritted his teeth, but still screamed in pain.

Although Jorah gained powerful power by merging broken high-level demonized items with his own flesh and blood, this energy also tortured him all the time.

Normally, Jorah is in normal condition and can rely on willpower to suppress the bloody blade.

But at this time, in the state of serious injury, the energy of the demonized item explodes, just like a bomb, which may explode at any time.

"I'm sorry, I caused you trouble." Jorah leaned on the tree trunk, his face as pale as paper.

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, I was saved by you so many times on the battlefield." Bourne shook his head and said calmly, "Even if I die now, it's not a big deal."

"It's just that during this time, I have been thinking about whether it was the right choice to take the ghost ship and come to the wizarding world?"

Jorah's face turned gloomy and he lowered his head.

"If you think about it carefully, our group of companions should be almost dead by now, but not even one of them has become a real wizard."

Bourne sighed and murmured, "Perhaps, only Myrcella has a glimmer of hope!"

The sadness is spreading, and the strength of the mechanical fanatics has plunged both of them into despair. Even Jorah, who has the name of "Bloody Hand", cannot last a round against his opponent.

At this moment, a blood shadow suddenly passed across the sky.

Jorah and Bourne both looked up and saw a blood-red bat flying over the sky, followed immediately by a figure covered in fire, like the blazing sun, chasing after them.

"That's Myrcella!!" Jorah opened his eyes wide.

"Yes, it's her!" A hint of joy appeared on Bourne's face, as if he saw hope. He quickly raised his mechanical arm and shot a signal bomb into the sky.

Snapped!

The flare shot into the sky, exploding and forming a crow in the smoke.

"Huh?" Myrcella frowned slightly, spread her fiery red wings, and stopped in mid-air. She turned her head and saw the crow signal not far behind.

"Princess Myrcella, here!!" Bourne shouted loudly.

The appearance of the Flame Queen seems to be the only chance for the two of them. Faced with the pursuit of one quasi-witch, only another quasi-witch can resist.

Relying on the friendship on the former ghost ship, the other party may be able to help.

When Myrcella saw the two people on the ground, she hesitated for a moment and decided to give up the pursuit of the vampire banshee. She fluttered her fiery red wings and landed below.

"Why are you here?" Myrcella walked slowly, her fiery red wings turning into flowing fire and disappearing.

"We are being chased by the quasi-witch of [Skull Castle], the mechanical fanatic Grabo." Bourne took a deep breath and asked, "I hope Princess Myrcella will help us because of our past friendship."

"Mechanical fanatic?"

Myrcella frowned slightly, then nodded, and said solemnly, "Don't worry, I have never forgotten the life-saving grace I received from you and Enzo!"

"You just follow me until the coordinate battle is over."

"If the mechanical maniac dares to chase him, I will kill him. I just want to see the strength of the first quasi-witch in Skeleton Castle!"

After saying that, Myrcella took out a white crystal, whispered a spell and crushed it.

Pure white light plunged into Jorah's body like a thread. A trace of ruddy color returned to his originally pale face, and the pain in his right arm gradually disappeared.

"One-time healing crystal?" Jorah's heart moved, and a look of gratitude appeared on his face.

"Thank you so much, Princess Myrcella!" Bourne looked solemn, caressing his chest and saluting, very grateful for Myrcella's help.

Blood-red bats flew across the sky, looking back from time to time.

Seeing that Myrcella could no longer be seen behind her, the vampire banshee breathed a sigh of relief, then transformed into a girl in red and landed on the ground.

"Myrcella, you bitch!"

With lingering fear in her heart, Mary looked back and said bitterly: "Don't let me catch the opportunity, otherwise I will torture you to a point where your life is worse than death!"

"Haha, vampire succubus, Mary!" At this moment, a voice came.

Mary's expression suddenly changed, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. She quickly turned her head and looked around. She immediately saw a person whose whole body had been mechanically transformed. A black gear was rotating on his chest, dragging a two-meter-long metal tail with a total of seven sections. The man came out.

Behind him, there were more than twenty subordinates, all third-level apprentices.

"Mechanical fanatic, Grabo!" Mary's face was gloomy, and her eyes were full of fear.

"Originally I just planned to chase two small mice, but I didn't expect to encounter a big fish!" Grabo's voice was weird, a bit like metal friction, which was very uncomfortable to hear.

A group of third-level apprentices behind him quickly surrounded him.

Mary's expression became even more ugly. She looked around at a group of apprentices from [Skull Castle] and gritted her teeth and said, "It's a pity that all the vampires under my command were killed by that bitch."

"Otherwise, I won't let you trashes show their embarrassment in front of you!"

"What you say now has no meaning." Grabo shook his head slightly, with a stiff smile on his face, and said excitedly, "Being able to kill a would-be witch makes me happier than a hundred ordinary apprentices! "

Mary's face was as gloomy as water, and she looked around with her peripheral vision.

She had just experienced Myrcella's pursuit, and her magic power was almost exhausted at this time. In this state, she was no match for the mechanical fanatics, not to mention that the opponent also had a group of third-level apprentice elites.

"Who wants to hurt dear Miss Mary?"

At this moment, a sudden sound suddenly sounded, and a group of blood bats flew over in the mid-air not far away. After landing on the ground, they all turned into human shapes.

"Brother Possain!" Mary's eyes lit up and she shouted quickly.

There were about fifty vampires in the group. The leader was a handsome red-haired young man. With an elegant smile on his face, he walked forward unhurriedly and walked through the crowd to get to Mary.

Blood snake, Posayin!

Another quasi-witch-level strongman of [Fang Blood Shadow], and has a close relationship with the vampire succubus Mary, somewhere between a good friend and a lover.