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When a person defects from one organization to another, it is normal for the "new friends" to question their loyalty.

From a human point of view, if you can betray your old patrons because of power or interests, then you will definitely betray the new organization in the face of greater forces and interests.

It's a paradox that can't be avoided, and the mutineers naturally have to find a way to prove their loyalty to the new organization, and this self-justification is often manifested in a very brutal way, such as... He took the initiative to act as an executioner, helped the new organization to kill the old customers, and his hands were stained with the blood of "old friends", using this cruel way to show his attitude of "cutting in two" with the past.

It's an old way, but it's also a very effective one.

The witch Willis was now faced with such a choice, and after being sent back to Drusva as fast as possible by a ghost ship wrapped in mist, the witch began her own action.

Simple, straightforward, and without even a minute of disgrace, she traversed the dimly lit forests of Drusva, along the ancient road already covered in vegetation, guided by strange sculptures on both sides that only witches could find and decipher, and crossed the mountains to reach the secret place of witches surrounded by the Drusva mountains that night.

And what is surprising is that the place where the witch's secret is located is very close to the estate of the local ruler Vikreth family... Looking down from the barren peaks, the shadow of Klein, the most prosperous town in the Druswa loomed in the night.

Perhaps the people of that town would never know that the evil forces that had been defeated by their ancestors had been hidden above their heads for thousands of years, and perhaps every moonless night, they would look at Klein from the top of the mountain with a vicious and greedy gaze.

In the high mountains of Drusva, covered with snow that does not melt all year round, and between the barren mountains, there are few trees, and with the cover and camouflage of the vast snow, the sorceress Willé, who was wrapped in filthy robes with difficulty, stood at the entrance to the secret meeting, she looked left and right, like a vigilant witch, stretched out her hands full of spores and wrinkles, and poured dark magic into the stones in front of her.

It was a magic lock that shone with 16 strange spells, the powerful magic used by the ancient Druster to keep secrets, and the 16 runes must be lit in a specific order, as long as one is wrong, or if it is not finished in a short time, the magic power of the dark spikes arranged around the magic lock will explode, warning the members of the secret council at the same time, completely tearing apart the soul of the intruder.

It's also the most powerful protection rune that the Poison Heart Witch will ever inherit, but ironically, it's not their power, they just took possession of the secret after Drust's demise.

So the witches, the original origin was also when the ancestors of Droust and Kul Tiras fought, the servants recruited locally, the dark magic they used, also came from those druids who went astray, focusing on soul and magic constructs, to be honest, the most powerful power of the Dreustrians, the power of dark transformation, was what they had been coveting, but they had never been able to get.

The Witches of Poison will sound powerful and evil, but compared to the real darkness that spreads all over the world, they are just small shrimp hiding in the remote mountains trying to dominate.

They could have hid in the ravine and happily planned their own unworthy plots, but alas, they had a secret in their hands that shouldn't belong to them, and now, a big man wants to get it... The moment Tyrion turned his gaze to Kul Tiras, the end of the Witch Guild was a foregone conclusion, and I have to say, it was a pity.

"Click"

The tightly closed stone door in front of her opened with a bang after the 16 spells were lit, and the witch Willis looked at the dark stone cave in front of her, she took a deep breath, and recalled the unpleasant past when she had studied here, been bullied by those vicious women here, and was abused, hostile, and even regarded as the lowest slave here.

Her fingers trembled, and an inconspicuous, rice-grain-like crystal shard fell on the snow behind her, and the witch took a step forward, the stone door behind her suddenly closed, and she struggled forward in the darkness, the weak witch hummed a little song from the Tavern of Arrowdale, and she looked at the weird, dark magical objects around her, and a fire ignited in her heart.

As a person who has personally experienced the dark inside story of the Witch Society, and as a member of it, she is now extremely desperate, desperate to hope that all the dirt in front of her will be burned clean in the flames of destruction brought by her own hands, and she desperately hopes that an organization like the Witch Society will die forever here, so that the evil legend of witches will end.

You see, the people who hate darkness the most are often the ones who know it best.

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"There's something unusual about the magic here."

Oult, the Harvest Wizard. Statin, the Patriarch of the Blightcaster Druid, rode behind a tame alpine wolf, dressed in a quaint wooden armor, galloping through the mountains of the Druswa, and behind him, several Blightcast Druids who were also wearing wooden armor, as well as a number of tall Elder Wood Elves who walked forward, all of whom had comprehended the teachings of the Blightcaller.

As a strange plant life, the druid spells that need to be released with the help of natural magic are simply tailor-made for Lin Jing, and the most talented of them can easily step through the difficult dilemma of understanding nature for flesh and blood life, and truly step into the temple of druid magic.

But today, these forest spirits and withers have come across the sea, not just to enjoy the eerie mountain scenery of Drusva, they have come here for another purpose.

"Qua La Gula Gula"

A forest spirit who was running briskly suddenly stopped, shouted a few times at the others, then crouched down and stroked a plant on the side of the road, he felt something, and rushed quickly into the dense forest, and a moment later, the forest spirit grabbed a plant "beast" that was struggling in his hand and walked out.

This strange thing resembles a bloodhound made of vines and dry bones, and its body is engraved with some strange magic patterns, and its body contains the power of darkness, which is the power of darkness, which drives it to act like a living thing, and is extremely aggressive.

"Balabala"

The forest elf elder was very excited, he said something to the withering patriarch in the forest spirit language, dancing with his hands, looking angry, and finally, he smashed the plant beast in his hand to the ground, and then used the strong wooden spear behind his back to completely pierce and destroy it.

"Valls said that someone deliberately distorted these very gifted plants with dark magic, and that this magically driven construct could not be made from ordinary wood, but from plants that could resonate with magic, trees that had the potential to give birth to wisdom and self-awareness, and there was no doubt that this cruel strangulation was unbearable for the forest spirits."

The Harvest Wizard picks up the remains of the structure destroyed by the Wood Spirits from the ground, and he explains the wrath of the Elder Wood Spirits to the silent Death Knights who follow him. The El Knight nodded, and he said to Olt:

"Very well, you can tell this angry forest spirit friend that these are the tricks of the witches, that is, the evil force that we are going to exterminate, since he has anger, let him keep it, and then pour out his anger on the heads of those witches."

The El Knight looked up, his fingers moving:

"We're close... Don't waste any time, guys, and let's move on. ”

Aort relayed Al's words to the forest elves, the tall, hardy plants, the linen robes of the forest elders, who let out angry roars, and they clenched their weapons, and the eyes of the plants sparked with hatred.

The simpler the creature, the more destructive the wrath of the rage, Al watched with satisfaction the momentum of their common hatred, he pulled up the reins of his horse, and the skeleton horse raised its front hooves and rushed to the top of the Druthwa Forest.

Ten minutes later, they came to the front of the secret place of the witches' society, the El Knight turned over and dismounted, rummaging in the snow in front of him, and soon, the crystal fragment the size of a grain of rice, emitting a dark red light fell into his hand, the death knight stretched out his hand, and in the infusion of death energy, the complicated 16 spells appeared again, he activated the crystal, and quickly lit up the spell according to the way Willi opened the door recorded in the short video.

"Click"

The boulder in front of him split apart, looking at the dark and deep passage, the El Knight drew the heavy sword behind his backhand, and behind him, the high-level death knights were ready to raid, while the withered druids quietly changed their forms and entered hiding.

"Your Majesty's will will be fulfilled..."

A glint flashed in Al's eyes, and with a flick of his finger forward, the Death Knights rushed into the secret passage without hesitation, only to be heard in a moment later, a sharp scream sounded in front of him.

The killing, it began.

And as the chaos spreads, in the dark library of the Witches' Secret Place, the witch Willey is nervously rummaging through the ancient tomes, and she has promised Tyrion that this is the place to enter the Blighted Realm, if there is no one... It was an unimaginable disaster.

"Willie, you scumbag little bitch. Child! ”

A sharp scolding sounded behind Willé, and the witch turned her head sharply, and saw the witch matriarch maradis who rushed into the library in a panic, compared to Willé's ugly face, this witch matriarch was a completely different posture, she seemed to have faded to a mortal body, but only existed as a ghost, like a banshee decorated with strange ornaments, she still maintained the beauty of her life, but those illusory eyes were full of viciousness.

"The enemy is rushing in, those dead people, hell, where did they come from!"

The Witch Mistress screamed, she waved her hand, and a dark force whipped at the witch Willai's body like a long whip, and she scolded:

"Cheap bastard, come here and help me open the secret passage..."

The witch, who had struggled to get up from the ground, touched the blood on her face, bowed her head, and replied, like the cowardly gesture she had used to be repeatedly bullied, and staggered towards the mistress Maradi, and in front of her was a sealed exit, which led directly to the Terrace of Arrom, another town in the Drusva region.

Where the irascible and terrified Mistress Maradi didn't see, the sorceress Willai's hateful eyes stared at her, her left hand reaching out from under her filthy robes, revealing a twisted dagger glowing with necromantic runes.

"Poof"

At the sound of Malady's scream, the twisted dagger pierced through her ghost's body from behind, and the defensive magic placed on her body was easily pierced like a layer of white paper under the effect of the "Lich Slash" rune circle engraved on the dagger.

The Witch Mother screamed and tried to escape, but Bewell was brutally trapped with her arms, and a soul stone of its purest form shone in Willé's other hand, a weapon given to her by the Death Knight to protect herself before leaving, but now, it was used by the witch to vent her wildest hatred.

"Poof"

The ghost body does not bleed, but in the piercing of this dagger again and again, the ghost body of the witch master became weaker and weaker, and under the traction of the soul stone, she could not even resist.

"I remember how you tempted me... Maradi, when the news of my father's death came back, when I was most helpless and painful, it was you! You seduced me, you promised me that I would meet my parents... But you lied to me! ”

The witch's hoarse voice sounded in the increasingly weak senses of the mistress:

"I'm just your plaything when you're bored! Disgusting guy, you ruined everything for me, you ruined my life! You true evil... But I'm back! ”

The shadow of Willé's frantically brandishing dagger became more and more distorted in the flickering candle flames, and her hoarse voice full of pleasure echoed through the dark library:

"They are brought by me, and at the moment when the will of the Great Majesty comes, you true rats will usher in your own end... The end of the world brought by my own hands... I am back! The girl whose life was ruined by you is back! ”

"Tell me, Immortal Mistress, the destruction I brought back, delicious?"

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