Witch Forest Friends Club

When Fanna was about to return to the stand where the pilgrims were, she saw Anjaye waiting for her on the passage.

Anjaye sat on the empty stone steps with Elsa, gazing at the misty sky quietly, holding the staff of Heart Bud.

"Fanna, if you are stained with Fernando's blood, we are accomplices."

Anjaye stared at the young girl bewitched by her seriously.

"As you wish, Senior Sister An, we will create the confluence of the City of Light and the City of Darkness." Fan Na said calmly and sincerely, "This is just the beginning."

"Fan Na, as an extraordinary person blessed by the Great Source, I often think about what to do with the power in my hand."

"When I swore to be Stella's witch in the name of the ten covenants, I thought about it—if the truth is to be practiced on earth as it is in heaven, how should we, who are shallow and ignorant, struggle in the torrent of history? open the way."

"The mist has confused this world for too long, and the pain of every fallen person is hard to unravel—maybe I just want to see the flame rekindle in the ashes, and the lava erupt in depression, illuminating this gloomy world."

"Fanna, understand what you are doing, and become stronger. There are limits to what we can change, at least don't suppress it too much—" Anjaye's voice faded, "At least don't let your own strength deprive most people of theirs. hope."

"Senior An." Fan Na looked at the girl's holy and fragile face, and couldn't help but burst into tears, "I will."

An Jiaye nodded slightly, and the girl suddenly lowered her head wearily and closed her eyes.

"Sister?" Fan Na slowed down her voice and stepped forward quietly.

"She's just tired, let her rest for a while." Elsa gently pressed her friend's head to her shoulder.

Since promoting the reconstruction project of Shuangcheng Port, Anjaye hasn't closed his eyes for three days.

In the drowsy sleep, the girl once again heard the demon rooted in her heart, and made a satisfied declaration.

"Contractor, the tribute this time is also delicious."

That little girl's immature but arrogant voice said with a bit of appreciation.

"Now we are completely prisoners on the same boat. Depriving the brand of the demon king of hell will also make it target you. If we don't become stronger, we won't even have a chance to go to hell in the future."

"I'm waiting." An Jiaye calmly responded to the shadow of the devil in his heart, "It's not that the demon kings who sent minions to invade Vinland in the past have not been repulsed before."

"I watched your performance." The demon seemed to be examining her with great interest, "This kind of performance of manipulating people's hearts, do you enjoy the feeling of being in power?"

Anjaye shook his head: "I will be vigilant against myself."

"Based on the centripetal force of my allies, I have the discretionary power of the tour - if even this power will enslave me in turn, then how can I make a deal with you?"

"I walk on the road of pilgrimage, not only for myself, but also for everyone who believes in me."

In the boundless sky and clouds in the girl's heart.

Occupying the throne of the high tower, like a dark golden nebula, the mysteriously rotating magic egg quietly cracked a crack.

Anjayeah, I'm afraid you haven't realized it yet.

This landscape is based on the soil of your soul.

"Contractor, this is exactly the qualification to be a king."

(The first part of Lenghu is completely over. It is not easy to usher in the unblocking of comments. Ms. An will meet you soon)

Chapter 130: Arrive at the City of White Sails, the White Pearl of Lenghu!

I don't need to create a spectacle. Mushrooms are nature's most magnificent and mysterious spectacle of life. ——"Ankaye's Chat Notes"

The dark room kept shaking, as if in a closed and cold cradle, and the person shaking the cradle was not in a good mood.

An Jiaye shook his head and put down his notes. Even though the rune force field representing "stability" was applied to the table, the heavy books piled up in front of him were still a little crooked.

The wind and waves seem to be a little bit stronger today.

The narrow room where the girl lives, with two double-layer wooden beds and a small desk, is the pilgrim guest room of the "Grey Shrike".

The Mosu lamp fixed on the wall casts soft orange-yellow light, which not only illuminates the mottled and ancient text on the book, but also sticks to the outline of Anjayye intertwined with light and shadow, outlining the deep charm that makes people hold their breath.

From time to time, the silhouette of the candle elf appeared in the flames of the lamp, as if secretly peeping at the beautiful face of the girl.

They are one of the ship spirits sheltering the "Grey Shrike". At first, they were brought aboard by the halfling wizard Mr. Polly. After getting acquainted with the little witches, the shy ship spirits also often come to the pilgrims. Play around the room.

During the journey, the girl was taking the time to study the "Apocalyptic Potion" research notes collected in the secret study of the "Fly's Nest".

In order to improve efficiency and reduce fallacies—Adeli, who is good at interpreting ancient characters and folklore, was also pulled by Anjaye to help. At the moment, she is sitting on the lower bed near Anjaye, burying her head in her hands and reading with great interest.

The copy of the notes left by Uroboros not only explained in detail the production ideas and development steps of the apocalyptic potion, but also recorded every experimental process in detail.

Judging from the current part of derivation and verification, An Jiaye has a general understanding of the effects of various potion ingredients and triggers, but the source and principle of the core "apocalyptic power" is not detailed, and the notes are only recorded in detail The staged impact of "Apocalypse" on various experimental subjects.

Just judging from the alchemy experience and cognitive logic contained in this notebook - we can see the rigorous thinking and profound research skills of "Ouroboros".

This big devil even had a leisurely heart, and wrote some of his life experience and insights in the book, just like the early natural philosophers, revealing a solemn and compassionate meditation on human beings.

If this black wizard of the "Spiritual Seeing Society" hadn't degenerated into a demon, An Jiaye really felt that he could be called a wise man with a firm will and good at introspection.

It's a pity that the lines of cold and rigorous fonts are all formed by the blood and tears of those experimental subjects, recording their cruel and ruthless nature.

"According to the clues left by the 'Lamp Holder', the source of the power of apocalypse may be related to the 'Heir of the Sea' at the earliest, but what is the 'Heir of the Sea' he mentioned?"

She and Adeli searched for a lot of information, but found nothing.

Even if An Jiaye asked Aweier about this, this psychic witch from the sea clan said that she had no clue.

"Senior An, these days, I have studied the battle history of the legion you gave me. As the founder of the ancient Antony Dynasty, the Canglang Legion is also the last pure Fana legion. Compared with the peninsula people recruited later The army, from tradition to organization, all members still maintain a loyal belief in wolf blood, so they will die in the war of destroying the country."

Adeli seemed immersed in that magnificent era, sighed deeply, carefully closed the ancient animal skin book, and stroked the vicissitudes of the mottled cover.

"What interests me is the identity of Lucius, the last general who commanded the legion."

Just when An Jiaye wanted to communicate about the "Legion Battle History", there was a slight knock on the door, and Jana pushed the door open and said, "Senior An, we are about to arrive in Hong Kong."

"Wait a minute, I'll be on deck."

Anjaye got up while supporting the desk, and tapped the bunk on the bunk bed with his staff, "Elsa, get up."

"Meow~ I slept soundly."

Mowrsa, who was lying on the upper floor covering her head and sleeping late, was awakened from a sweet dreamland.In the velvet quilt she was covering with, a cluster of wriggling and arching strange things suddenly protruded, and then flattened down again.

The girl who has transformed from a lazy cat back into a human form popped her head out of the velvet quilt, stretched her naked arms, revealing her enchanting snow-white chest and shoulders, and acted like a baby to her friend who woke her up: "Xiao An, hug me. "

"Put on your clothes quickly, we are going to dock."

Anjaye ignored the kitten's hidden and seductive smile.Knowing that Elsa would have to dawdle for a while, she turned her head and left her friend alone, put on a witch hat and went out, and boarded the top deck in a wobble.

After a day and night of sailing, the pilgrims' team arrived at the next destination marked on the peninsula map.

After attaching the joint letter from Anjaye and Fanna—the Lenghu fleet dispatched an envoy to return to "Paolisad" with a "carefully" drafted report by Bran's acting mayor.

After waiting for more than two days, a slow-moving warship arrived late with the reply from the border uncle of Lenghu.

On behalf of the Marshall family and the nobles of Cold Lake, he "sincerely invited" the distinguished pilgrims to visit the City of White Sails, but the only ones who were allowed to pass through the fleet blockade were the Black Marsh frontier and the "pilgrims" team, reminding Together with the entourage, the total number shall not exceed 200.

Received the "invitation letter", the border uncle of the Black Marsh just smiled and tore the letter into shreds, then boarded his flagship "Obsidian Crocodile" and took the pilgrim's special car "Grey Shrike" with him. Escorted by the Marshall Inner Fleet of the "Bloody White Swan", they sailed eastward.

There were more than 200 crew members on the "Obsidian Crocodile" alone. The commander of the Neihu Fleet just turned a blind eye, and the two sides completed this diplomatic compromise in a delicate mutual disregard for the situation.

Anjaye came to the bow of the boat and found that the rough wind and waves on the lake had gradually calmed down as the boat approached the outline of a huge town standing in the distance along the shore.

The girl raised the staff of the heart bud with the cap stretched to the air, closed her eyes and meditated, and sensed that there was a huge and sacred miraculous power in the gradually thinning fog ahead, isolating the outer lake from the city.

An Jiaye thought for a while, then took out the necklace of memory shells from his chest, opened the shells to input mana power, and a magic element light curtain appeared in front of his eyes.

After a brief rune spell connection, the blurred projection of the human body quickly took shape clearly on the light curtain.

"Your Highness, it's me." An Jiaye resonated with his heart.

"Miss An, shouldn't you call me 'Barbarossa'?" On the screen projected, a red-haired beauty is writing at her desk, with piles of neatly arranged documents in front of her.

"Your Excellency Barbarossa." Anjaye changed his words to meet the princess's small request, "We have arrived at the waters of 'Paolisad'."

"Very well, I wish Ms. An a successful expedition. I will send you the matters to be resolved today, please read them as soon as possible." Compared with the previous depression and disappointment, Her Royal Highness is already in high spirits at this moment.

"Your Excellency Barbarossa, your efficiency is really reassuring." Anjaye couldn't help but feel a headache when he thought of having to work overtime to approve documents again.

After finishing the mind communication, An Jiaye held the exquisite memory shell and played with it repeatedly, and was quite satisfied with the effect of this magic tool after modification: "It seems that this 'miracle' enchantment can't stop long-distance communication. "

Very well, although Miss Mermaid has a cruel personality, at least her project this time was a great success.

When they were still roommates in the academy, Aweier, who was with Anjaye, also practiced alchemy, studied how to make magic tools, combined with the knowledge inheritance of the mermaid clan, and grew up to be a jewelry master in his own right.

According to the requirements and concepts provided by Anjaye, she decomposed the core of the slime lord "rotten water butcher", mixed it with magic pearl powder, star stone crystal powder and other raw materials according to a certain ratio, supplemented by various An exquisite research combination of communication spells, upgraded the rune array "Moonlight Dolphin" as a "signal transmitter".

Aweier engraved the rune array into the basic terminal "Memory Shell", established a signal connection network, and created a mind communication spell that spans space and distance - "Slime Talking Shell".

Nianhuabei has been officially distributed to members of the Dandelion Squad.

Because the number of magic pearls is limited, Avila used her own mermaid tears as a substitute, and the other little witches also got the next level of reading shells. The entire pilgrim team has established a complete information content net.

It is not that there are similar communication spells in the academy, but the reading shell can be called an upgraded luxury version of various communication spells.

Because of relying on the "memory shell" as the terminal, the user can even transfer important information and files to the other party in the form of a memory compressed package—and to open the compressed package, one needs to use the pre-agreed rune as the secret key .

Anjaye has decided to let the foundation hire reliable specialists to contact the Cole tribes around the cold lake and promote a long-term trade relationship centered on the "Magic Pearl".

Now the internal affairs are managed by His Excellency "Barbarossa", together with the army of pilgrims led by the old Jose, continue to garrison Shuangcheng Port, waiting for Gambino's next instructions, and also promote the foundation cause of Shuangcheng Port for Anjaya , providing an adequate deterrent of force.

The girl planned to submit the report to the school, and also asked Bode to transfer it to the "Tourist Academy" under the training room.

Although I haven't received a specific reply from the "Xunlianyuan", but in order to deal with the aftermath of Shuangcheng Port, at least the school witches who are touring around the cold lake, as well as the reliable spellcasters recruited by the Guyou Foundation, will gradually settle in Ah. Weier's witch station provides backing for the foundation managed by Anjaye.

With the extremely convenient communication item "Slime Talking Shell", Anjaye can also remotely command the affairs and operations of Shuangcheng Port when he is out on an expedition.

"Senior An."

While Anjaye was watching the ship break through the fog piled up in front of the barrier, Fanna also came to her side to say hello, and then the two girls looked at the white city that suddenly opened up in front of them - showing a magnificent appearance.

"Finally back—the city of white sails, the shining white pearl, my hometown."

The faint blue and white spiritual light filled the eyes, as if there was a huge dream life in the clouds, and the torrent flowing and circulating in the body turned into a rain curtain covering the entire dome and flew down.

Amidst the wind and the blue light, An Jiaye was also relieved by the magnificent scenery in front of him.

"It's no wonder that Cold Lake is known as one of the richest lands in Oga."

Under the light rain blowing down like a fountain, a large number of beautiful and uniform white buildings form a well-planned city pool, which is located on the long lakeshore headland—as if a big shining fish is about to jump into the water waves, It also looks like a magnificent and white sailboat, which is about to sail into a majestic channel.

And the many white brick towers densely towering over the city are the shining and stretching sails - the source of the reputation of "City of White Sails".

"Wow! Sister An, did you see that scary bridge across the lake?" Jana also rushed to the side of the boat, pointing to the white bridge across the lake in front of the headland, her face full of excitement.

"Fanna, I'm sorry, I want to ask for advice - with the power of Lenghu, the Marshall family's financial situation is not optimistic."

Before conquering this pure white city with elegant and flowing lines like an artistic painting, Anjaye also noticed that there were rust belt-like messy and dilapidated urban areas on the outskirts of the city of white sails—combined with the situation obtained from Shuangcheng Port, the girl pointed out The problems behind the city's glamorous cloak are revealed.

"Senior An, you're right." Fan Na raised her fingertips, twirling her hair uncomfortably, and said with shame.

"My father was not so much a lord as an outstanding architect and painter, he inherited the talent of my late grandmother, Countess Sarah Marshall, and was the most famous artist and engineer in the whole kingdom. He was also ridiculed as a prodigal who doesn't know how to manage the territory because he spends money like running water."

"Since the death of my biological mother, he has been stationed in the water fortress all year round. He has never set foot in the territory other than Paolisad, and he has not even set out for the people once. He has been stigmatized as a 'cave fish'. It's a timid fish that lives in holes from birth."

"It's fine if he just doesn't take on the responsibilities of the lord." Fan Na's tone was gradually filled with anger and dissatisfaction.

"Father is obsessed with designing warships and architectural blueprints. Apart from urging his subordinates to build the cities he cares about, he no longer manages politics, as long as the fleet and bureaucrats under his banner can raise taxes-for this reason, he indulges his subordinates to plunder wealth everywhere. And slaves, as well as the people in the territory, not only have to bear the heavy tax squeeze, but also serve as laborers to build his ideal city."

"I don't know the sufferings of the people, and sink into his own world. The art he pursues has brought beauty to Lenghu, but it has also created disasters for the people."

"I've been struggling with what made him who he is today."

The girl shook her head bitterly.

"Senior An, you already know the curse of my family. This ominous fear has always shrouded the head of the family inheritor. I wonder if my father is eager to pursue staying in the world because of his fear of sudden death. What about the eternal proof?"

After listening to Fan Na's confession, An Jiaye could only lower his head regretfully, patted her thin shoulder, and comforted her in a warm voice.

"Don't worry, including the curse of the Marshall family, we are here to solve this problem."

Anjaye really felt sympathy for Fanna's situation.

With such a lord who is obsessed with creating spectacle, it is no wonder that the territory of Cold Lake is full of crises and complaints.

And for Miss Marshall, who is upright and kind, a model of aristocratic virtue, having such a father is simply a disgrace, no wonder she is not happy to go home.

ps: At the end of the month, the author has the audacity to ask for a monthly pass. (?o?o?) Everyone please support me!

Chapter 140 The Wonders of the Great Temple and the Sightseeing Mobilization of the Pilgrims

For pilgrims who are not familiar with the place where they live, it is also an important task to open the world map first if they want to overcome difficulties smoothly.

When the map is full of mushrooms, the fog of war can no longer bother me. ——"Ankaye's Chat Notes"