my beauty world

Avalon has been closed for thousands of years and separated from the world. Who knows what else is inside?

According to the last record of the Witch Society, Morgan Lefey and Arthur's illegitimate son, after killing Arthur, escorted Arthur's body with eight other witches, and his soul returned to Avalon.

Since then, Avalon has disappeared from the world.

Hecate thought of what Ronan had said. One of Richard the Lionheart's subordinates once entered Avalon and saw Morgan Lefey. Morgan Lefey might still be alive.

The crow's head staff stopped on the ground, Hecate raised his hand, and the fine gold coffin lid opened, revealing Vivienne's headless corpse.

Ronan took Ilsa's right hand, took a step forward, and stood behind Hecate.

Teleportation can be used at any time.

Hecate uttered a spell in ancient Celtic.

In front of the jagged rocks, the air is like a lake surface blown by the wind, with layers of ripples.

The three people plus a coffin were wrapped by ripples almost at the same time.

The aurora seemed to flash before Ilsa's eyes, but she held Ronan's right hand tightly all the time.

When I saw the scene again, I was already standing on the edge of the swamp.

A white mist filled the swamp, with no end in sight.

On the edge of the water where the foothold is located, there are dilapidated wooden boats parked.

Ronan's eyes were sharp, and through the mist, he saw a large swamp of stagnant water. There were strange trees in the swamp, all withered and decayed, and there was no life.

The sky is full of fog, coupled with the lifelessness, it gives people inexplicable pressure.

Hecate took two steps forward, came to the side of the wooden boat, looked at the swamp, and murmured: "How could the legendary Lake Avalon, which is as beautiful as a fairyland, become like this? The holy place of the Celts, like died."

Ronan said, "We should go."

Hecate stood up and tentatively boarded the wooden boat with the fine gold coffin.

Ronan and Ilsa then boarded the boat.

The hull looks dilapidated, but it is very strong, and it is not a problem to carry them.

Hecate's staff waved back, and the wooden boat rushed into the mist without wind.

In the legendary Fairy Lake, there is only a shallow layer of water left, and many places have already turned black and smelly, and even turned into a swamp, so we can only go around the road, and the smell of decay is everywhere.

Hecate was in a very heavy mood, and he didn't say a word when he got on the wooden boat.

Ronan was fully alert, after all, this is a holy place in Celtic mythology.

The wooden boat passed through the swamp and fog and stopped on a huge island in the middle of the lake.

This island is hundreds of times larger than the reef island where the portal is located. It is full of dead trees. In the middle of the vast dead forest, a small mountain rises from the ground. On the top of the mountain, a huge oak tree pierces into the sky.

But the oak, like all other trees, has withered and decayed.

Around the mountain, there are scattered remains of many buildings, most of which have collapsed.

The three of Ronan walked forward, and there were a lot of bones and weapons scattered in the woods, most of which were decayed by the erosion of time.

Ilsa picked up a sword and looked at it: "The standard weapon of the early Knights of the Round Table."

Hecate said: "According to the Witch Association's records, the Knights of the Round Table led by Arthur and Merlin attacked the Avalon Witch Association here."

She looked at the dead oak tree on the top of the mountain: "Just in front of that tree, they attacked Vivian."

Ilsa stepped on a metal helmet on the ground, and her feet shattered into pieces: "The magic power in this space is extremely thin."

Hecate said: "It may be related to the great war and the dismemberment of Vivian."

Going forward, the bones on the ground are densely piled up together, some are women, some are men, and many of them even do not belong to human beings.

Ronan could make out the bones of bears, leopards, crows, and giant wolves, among other animals.

There are also the bones of countless cyclops and goblins.

From the woods to the foot of the mountain in the distance.

In the extraordinary war that broke out in Avalon that year, it is unknown how many people, animals, and monsters died.

The Avalon Witch Society turned from prosperity to decline, and Arthur also lost the King's Sword, and finally died in the hands of his sister, mistress, and illegitimate son.

Walking through the oak forest and coming to the collapsed dilapidated building, Ronan stopped suddenly: "There is someone."

Hecate immediately protected the fine gold coffin.

Ilsa drew out the long sword behind her, took a step with her long legs, bowed her left leg forward, and erected a dragon scale shield.

Ronan used soul charge and patted Ilsa on the back.

Ilsa's power surges!

A gust of dead air blew past, and dozens of all kinds of dilapidated bones that would break when trampled on the ground suddenly climbed up.

Some are tall and some are low, some are missing arms and legs, some are holding rusty weapons, and some have just grabbed a thigh bone.

Two will-o'-the-wisps ignited in their eye sockets, and as soon as they got up, they rushed towards the three of them.

A golden light flashed on Ilsa's sword, and she slashed across the air, and the sword light shot out, tearing apart most of the skeleton's body.

There was a crackling sound, and more than half of the skeletons were directly shattered into bone scum.

Behind, a female skeleton crawled up, still holding a staff made of oak in her hand, with the head of the staff surrounded by lifeless energy, as if she wanted to cast a spell.

Ronan held the whole body in his hand and struck out from the air. The fist of punishment hit the skull's head, and the bones exploded into bone powder!

"Morgan Lefey!" He continued, "We are not enemies!"

Hecate took two steps forward, the crow's head staff landed on the ground, and he chanted a spell, and suddenly a halo-like crow flew up behind him: "I am Hecate, the 11th leader of the Avalon Witch Council! I have united Many extraordinary partners defeated the knights of the round table and recovered Vivienne's body!"

The skeletons that got up one after another did not attack again, and all stopped.

Halfway up the mountain, a man with a dark wooden stick came out of the relatively complete stone house.

This man looks haggard, his rickety waist is bent by the years, and he can no longer straighten up. On his bald scalp, there are a few wisps of dry grass-like hair blown up, and the two wrinkled chests that hang down to the navel tell his gender. .

Hecate saw the staff and said, "You are the second King of Witches, Morgan Lefey?"

The stooped woman may have not spoken to anyone for too long, and opened her mouth, only to make a weird "ho ho" sound.

But she saw Hecate's crow's head staff, and saw the raven halo behind Hecate.

Ronan roughly guessed that Morgan Lefey did not fall asleep after the magic power dissipated, and the torture of the millennium years made her look like this.

"You...you...the Witch Council?" Finally, Morgan Lefey spoke in ancient Celtic.

The three people here can understand, and Hecate answered: "The Witches of Avalon spent more than 1000 years of time, finally defeated the Knights of the Round Table, beheaded the current King Arthur, and retrieved the body of the King of Witches. Today we come to Avalon Long, just to bring Vivienne back to life."

Leaning on his staff, Morgan Le Fei walked down step by step, at a very slow speed, but wherever his bare feet stepped, black marks would be left.

Surrounded by death!

Hecate whispered, "She switched to necromancy."

Ronan had already turned on his spirit vision, and Morgan Lefey was still alive.

Those skeletons automatically moved out of the way, and Morgan Le Fei gradually approached, his eyes fell on Ronan and Ilsa.

Hecate said: "This is our ally. They helped the Celts eliminate the two major rebellious organizations of the Knights of the Round Table and the Druids."

"Very good." Morgan Lefei answered and asked, "Where's Vivienne?"

Hecate moved the adamantine coffin forward slightly so that the other party could see it clearly.

Morgan Le Fei just took a look and said, "Vivienne, you are finally back!"

The memory that was so far away that it was almost forgotten seemed to come back to my mind.

Just behind this mountain, the Coven of Avalon suffered the most despicable betrayal.

Although she used forbidden love as a bait, and finally killed King Arthur with her illegitimate son to avenge her betrayal, she could not reverse the decline of Avalon and the Witch Council.

Morgan Lefey asked, "Where's the head?"

Ilsa moved the bag behind her: "Here."

After this adjustment, Morgan Lefey spoke much more smoothly, turned around and walked up the mountain: "Come with me."

Hecate was the first to follow.

Ronan and Ilsa exchanged glances and walked up the mountain.

The mountain is not high, and there is a relatively spacious platform on the top of the mountain. In the middle is the huge withered and decayed oak tree.

Ronan has sensed the beacon of the Soul Temple, and he can take the Soul Golden Box at any time.

Hecate put down the fine gold coffin, and Morgan Lefey knelt in front of the coffin with a hoarse voice, "Vivienne, after more than 1000 years, you are finally back!"

She stretched out her hand: "Vivian's head."

Ilsa did not give it immediately, but said: "The head of the Witch King can be given to you, but our cooperation is an equivalent exchange."

Morgan Lefey raised his head suddenly, his cloudy eyes fixed on Ilsa.

Ilsa said without fear, "I want the Holy Grail!"

Hecate didn't speak, because the two sides had discussed it on the way here.

Even if Vivienne is successfully resurrected, she will need to rest for a while, and the Celtics need external help.

In terms of extraordinary power, you can't find a more suitable choice than Ronan and Syndicate.

And the Holy Grail is not a Celtic relic.

Morgan Le Fei just paused for a moment, and replied, "Okay!"

Right now, nothing is more important than resurrecting Vivian.

She stretched out her hand, and suddenly there was a cup in her empty hand, and she threw it directly at Ilsa: "This thing saved my life, Vivienne is back, it's useless!"

Ilsa Next, hand it over to Ronan.

It was an ordinary-looking gold-plated cup. Ronan received it and immediately judged that it was a divine item no less than the blood gem.

It can completely replace the blood gem!

Ronan nodded to Ilsa, and Ilsa took off the bag on her back and handed it over.

Hecate took the bag, opened the box, took out the withered head, and put it on the neck of his body.

Morgan Lefey said hoarsely: "My magic is not strong enough to support the stitches, you finish it!"

This is also a major reason why she readily accepted the deal and handed over the Holy Grail.

Avalon has been trapped and withered for thousands of years, and it is not easy to survive.

Hecate was fully prepared and used his own magic power as a needle and thread to sew Vivienne's severed limbs and head to her body.

It seems that a lot of mana has been consumed, and the stitching is not over yet, and fine beads of sweat are already oozing from Hecate's forehead.

When the stitches were finished, Vivienne's body shook, her legs and feet were twitching.

In Ronan's hand hanging down on the side of his body, there was an extra golden box.

The person in the coffin suddenly sat up!

Then, I opened my eyes!

There was a daze in his eyes, as if he didn't know where he was.

"Merlin! Arthur!" Vivian regained consciousness slightly, and yelled out two names that made her feel heartbroken: "Shameless traitor! I will kill you!"

Morgan Lefey and Hecate knelt on one knee at the same time: "Vivian, the fairy of the lake, the great king of witches!"

Vivienne Nilu, the Witch King of Avalon, stood up staggeringly, and pressed her hand on the oak tree behind her, as if blood was flowing to her from the thick trunk.

Back then, she was dismembered here, and her blood was spilled on the top of Mount Avalon and stored in the holy white oak tree.

The blood belonging to Vivienne flows back into Vivienne's body here.

The body of the Witch King turned from dry to plump layer by layer at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In a blink of an eye, Vivienne's skin and flesh were all dry, and she looked about 30 years old.

It's just that the whole body is pale, and the person looks weak.

After thousands of years of disintegration, even the former Witch King still needs some time to recover.

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