When a person defectes from his own organization to another, it is normal for his "new friends" to question his loyalty.
From a human perspective, if you can betray an old customer because of power or interests, then you will definitely betray a new organization in the face of stronger power and interests.
This is an unavoidable paradox, and rebels naturally have to find ways to prove their loyalty to the new organization. This kind of self-proof is often expressed in a very cruel way, such as...actively acting as an executioner.
, helping the new organization to kill old patrons, with hands stained with the blood of "old friends", using this cruel method to show his attitude of "making a clean break" with the past.
This is a very old method, but it is also a very effective one.
Witch Welle is now faced with such a choice. After being sent back to Drustvar as quickly as possible by a ghost ship wrapped in fog, the witch began her own actions.
Simple and direct, without even spending a minute to disguise herself, she walked through the dark dense forest of Drustvar, along the ancient road covered by vegetation, guided by the strange sculptures on both sides that only witches could discover and decipher.
, climbed over the mountains, and arrived at the witch's secret place surrounded by the Drustvar mountains that night.
What's surprising is that the witch's secret place is very close to the manor of the local rulers, the Waycrest family... Looking down from the barren mountain peaks, Drustvar is the most prosperous place.
The shadow of the small town of Klein is looming in the dark night.
Maybe the people in that small town will never know that the evil force that was defeated by their ancestors has been hiding above their heads for thousands of years. Maybe every moonless night,
They would all look at Klein from the top of the mountain with malicious and greedy eyes.
The high mountains of Drustvar are covered with snow that never melts all year round. There are very few trees in this barren mountain land. However, with the help of the cover and camouflage of the vast snow, it is difficult to wrap up the
The witch Welle in dirty robes stood at the entrance of the secret meeting. She looked around like a vigilant witch, stretched out her hands covered with sores and wrinkles, and injected dark magic into the stones in front of her.
It is a magic lock shining with 16 strange spells. The powerful magic used by the ancient Drust to keep secrets. These 16 runes must be lit in a specific order. As long as you click on the wrong one, or the
If it is not finished within a short period of time, the magic power of the dark spikes arranged around the magic lock will explode, warning the members of the secret meeting and completely tearing the soul of the intruder into pieces.
This is also the most powerful protective rune inherited by the Poison Heart Witches, but ironically, this is not their power. They only took possession of this secret after the death of Drust.
Therefore, the original origin of witches was also the servant soldiers recruited locally during the war between Drust and the ancestors of Kul Tiras. The dark magic they used also came from those Germans who had gone astray.
The Ruids focus on souls and magic constructs. To be honest, the most powerful power of the Drusts, the power of dark transformation, is something they have always coveted but have never been able to obtain.
The Poisonous Heart Witches may sound powerful and evil, but compared with the overwhelming darkness, they are just little shrimps hiding in remote mountainous areas trying to dominate.
They could have been hiding in the ravine happily planning their own shameful conspiracy, but unfortunately, they have a secret in their hands that should not belong to them, and now, a big shot wants to get it... In Terry
The moment Ang turned his attention to Kul Tiras, the destruction of the coven had become a foregone conclusion, which I have to say was a real pity.
"Click"
The tightly closed stone door in front of her suddenly opened after the 16-fold incantation was lit. The witch Wei Lai looked at the dark stone cave in front of her. She took a deep breath and recalled that she had studied here and was treated by those vicious people here.
The unpleasant past of being bullied by women, scolded, hostile, and even treated as the lowest slave by them.
Her fingers shook, and an inconspicuous, rice-like crystal fragment fell on the snow behind her. The witch took a step forward, and the stone door behind her suddenly closed. She trudged forward in the darkness. This weak little
The witch hummed a ditty from the tavern in Arrowdale Town. She looked at the strange items that exuded dark magic around her, and a fire ignited in her heart.
As someone who has personally experienced the dark inside story of the witch coven, and as one of them, she is now extremely eager, eager to hope that all the dirt in front of her will be burned cleanly in the flames of destruction brought by her own hands.
She urgently hopes that organizations like the Witches' Association will die here forever, and that the evil legend of witches will end here.
You see, the people who hate darkness the most are often the ones who understand darkness best.
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"The magic here is so quiet that it's not normal."
The Harvest Wizard Alter Stantin, the Patriarch of the Blighter Druid, rode on the back of a tame mountain wolf. He wore a simple wooden armor and galloped quickly through the mountains of Drustvar.
Behind him were several Wither Druids who were also wearing wooden armor, as well as some tall forest elf elders who were walking vigorously. These forest elves were all Druids who had understood the Wither teachings.
As a peculiar plant life, the Druid spells released with the help of natural magic are simply tailor-made for forest elves. The most talented ones among them can easily overcome the difficult knowledge for flesh and blood life.
Natural dilemma, and truly step into the palace of druid magic.
But today, these forest elves and withered ones came across the sea, not just to enjoy the strange mountainous scenery of Drustvar, they came here for other reasons.
“Quala Gulagula”
A forest elf who was running quickly stopped suddenly, called to the others a few times, then squatted down and stroked a plant on the roadside. He felt something and rushed into the dense forest. After a while,
The forest elf walked out holding a plant "beast" that was struggling in his hands.
This weird thing is like a hound made of vines and dead bones. There are some weird magic patterns carved on its body. Its body contains the power of darkness. It is this dark power that drives it like a living creature.
It behaves like an animal and is extremely aggressive.
"Bala bala bala"
The forest elf elder was very excited. He spoke to the Wither Patriarch in the forest elf language. He danced and looked very angry. Finally, he smashed the plant beast in his hand on the ground, and then used his own
The strong wooden spear behind it completely pierced it and destroyed it.
"Valls said that someone deliberately used dark magic to distort these very talented plants. This kind of structure driven by magic cannot be made from ordinary wood. Its raw materials come from plants that can resonate with magic.
, those are some trees that may give birth to wisdom and self-awareness. There is no doubt that this kind of cruel strangulation behavior is intolerable to the forest spirits."
The Harvest Wizard picked up the remains of the structure destroyed by the forest elf from the ground. He explained the anger of the forest elf elder to the silent death knights who followed him. The leader of the death knights, Knight Jor-El, clicked
Nodding, he said to Alter:
"Very good, you can tell this angry forest elf friend that these are the tricks of the witches, which are the evil forces we want to destroy. Since he has anger, let him keep it, and then pour out his anger on those
On the witch's head."
Knight Al raised his head and looked, and moved his fingers:
"We are very close...Don't waste time, everyone, let's move forward."
Alter relayed Al's words to the forest elves. The tall forest elves, whose whole bodies were made of tough plants and covered with linen robes, roared angrily. They clenched their weapons, and the plants
The light of hatred burst out from his eyes.
The simpler the mind of a creature, the greater the destructive power it causes in anger. Al looked at the momentum of their common hatred with satisfaction. He pulled up the reins of the horse, and the skeleton war horse raised its front hooves and rushed towards Drustvar.
The highest point of the dense forest.
Ten minutes later, they arrived in front of the secret place of the witch coven. Knight Al dismounted and rummaged in the snow in front of him. Soon, the crystal fragment the size of a grain of rice, emitting dark red light, fell.
After entering his hand, the Death Knight stretched out his hand. With the injection of death energy, the complicated 16-fold incantation appeared again. He activated the crystal and quickly applied the incantation according to the way Wei Lai opened the door recorded in the short-lived image.
The text lights up.
"Click"
The boulder in front of him split apart. Looking at the dark and deep passage, the El Knight drew out the heavy sword from behind with his backhand. Behind him, the high-level death knights were ready for a surprise attack, and the Wither Druids,
Then it quietly changed its form and entered into hiding.
"Your Majesty's will will be realized..."
A glimmer of light flashed in Al's eyes, and he waved his fingers forward, and the death knights rushed into the secret passage without hesitation. Just a moment later, sharp screams rang out from the bodies in front of them.
The killing has begun.
While the chaos was gradually spreading, in the dark library of the witch coven's secret place, the witch Willie was nervously rummaging through the ancient books. She promised Tyrion that the instructions for entering the Blighted Realm were stored here.
Method, if there is no... it would be an unimaginable disaster.
"Weilai, you lowly little bitch!"
A sharp scolding sound sounded behind Weilai. The witch turned around suddenly and saw the witch matron Maradi rushing into the library with a panicked look. Compared with Weilai's ugly face, this witch matron looked very different.
It's a completely different posture. She seems to have lost her mortal body and only exists in the form of a ghost, like a banshee decorated with strange ornaments. She still maintains her beauty in life, but her illusory eyes
It's full of malice.
"The enemy rushed in, those dead people, hell, where did they come from!"
The witch mistress screamed, and she waved her hand, and a dark force hit the body of the witch Welle like a long whip, and she scolded:
"Dirty bastard, come here quickly and help me open the secret passage..."
The witch climbed up from the ground with difficulty and touched the blood marks on her face. She lowered her head and responded, just like her cowardly posture when she was repeatedly bullied. She staggered towards the mistress Maradi, in front of her.
, is a sealed exit that leads directly to Arom's Platform, another town in the Drustvar region.
Where the irritable and frightened matron Maradi did not see, the witch Welle's eyes full of hatred were staring at her. Her left hand stretched out under the dirty robe, revealing a shining knife.
Twisted dagger of necromantic rune light.
"puff"
As Maradi screamed, the twisted dagger penetrated her ghostly body from behind. The defensive magic arranged on the body, and the "Lich Killing" rune array engraved on the dagger
Under the influence of it, it was like a layer of white paper, being easily pierced.
The witch mistress screamed and wanted to escape, but Welay arbitrarily trapped her with both arms. The purest soul stone shined in Welay's other hand. This was the reason before leaving.
The death knight gave her the weapon for self-protection, but now it is being used by the witch to vent her craziest hatred.
"puff"
The ghost body does not bleed, but as the dagger pierced again and again, the ghost body of the Witch Mistress became weaker and weaker. Under the pull of the soul stone, she could not even resist.
"I still remember how you seduced me... Maradi, when the news of my father's death on the battlefield came back, when I was the most helpless and painful, it was you! You seduced me, you offered me
I promised I would meet my parents...but you lied to me!"
The witch's hoarse voice sounded in the mistress's increasingly weak senses:
"I'm just your plaything when you're bored! Disgusting guy, you've ruined everything for me, you've ruined my life! You're truly evil... But I'm back!"
The shadow of Willey waving the dagger wildly appeared more and more distorted in the drifting candlelight, while her hoarse voice full of joy echoed in the dark library:
"They were brought by me. The moment His Majesty's will comes, you real rats will usher in your own doomsday...the doomsday brought by my own hands...I'm back! The one you destroyed
The girl who lost her life is back!"
"Tell me, arrogant mistress, is the destruction I brought back delicious?"
