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After nearly half a month of sailing, the sailboat finally sailed into the western border. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After crossing the town of Liuye, the north wind blowing across the river suddenly became much stronger, and even lying in the cabin, you could hear the sound of hunting with the sails being pulled.

"It's snowing outside!"

Amy happily ran into the cabin with a tuft of snowflakes in her hand and handed it to Seventy-Six. But before it could be shown, the snowflakes had melted into a ball of crystal water, "There was a white expanse everywhere, and it was the first time I had seen such a big snow." ”

Seventy-six struggled to sit up from the collapse, "Really? Glowlight City in Dawn rarely snows. ”

But there is never a shortage of snow in Tachira...... She thought that the Demon Moon always came as scheduled, and clearing the snow for months in a row was a troublesome task. Fortunately, during this period, the devil will also pause the pace of attack, making the white world a little more cute.

"I know, Glowlight City is like spring all year round," Amy's eyes curved into a crescent moon, "Do you want to go to the deck and have a look? I can carry you." ”

"Don't make a fuss," stopped Broken Sword, who was boiling herbs on the side, "her injuries are not healed yet, and she can't blow the cold wind." ”

"Ah...... I'm sorry. ”

"It's all right," Seventy-Six shook his head, "and when I'm healed, I'll enjoy the snow with you, okay?" His Majesty's city is closer to the west than here, and there will definitely be a lot of beautiful snow. ”

As soon as these words came out, the two people on the side of the bed showed sad looks, but Amy quickly recovered, and she nodded heavily, "Well, that's it!"

Seventy-six knows what they're upset about...... The Divine Punishment Army has a strong recovery ability, and skin injuries that do not hurt internal organs can heal after only three or four days of rest, and in order to prevent the bottom from being exposed, she personally crushed her thigh bones and elbow joints into powder. In this way, even a body as strong as this one will not be able to completely recover its original state. However, in the eyes of outsiders, it is a blessing to survive such an injury, if there is no witch in the West with the ability to heal, she will be incapacitated forever, and the lower half of her body will be spent in remnants and pain.

For Seventy-Six, this body is nothing more than a tool to complete the task, and she can get a new one at any time as long as she can return to the underground labyrinth. As it turned out, the story she had made up worked perfectly, and Anne felt guilty about her injuries, as could be seen in the look and actions of the other party. The other witches are full of trust and gratitude, especially Amy, who is also a "black money" escapee, and she is almost glued to her. Even when she went to bed at night, Amy would stay by her side and whisper folk stories to lull her to sleep.

Although it is always this lively little girl who is the first to fall asleep.

Gaining the trust of the witches is exactly what Seventy-Six wants, so that she can deal with more witches and find out what Pasha calls the Chosen One.

"It's time to change the dressing," Broken Sword walked to the head of the bed with the crockpot, "It may be a little painful, it's better to close your eyes and not look at it." ”

"I can bear it, you can change it," Seventy-Six gritted her teeth, pretending to be strong - in fact, if she didn't star, she wouldn't know if the broken sword had started to change the dressing, so how would she match the other party's movements?

After boiling, the herbs were like a lump of slimy soft mud, and judging from the looks of Amy and Broken Sword, the smell of this soft mud must not be very good.

It was really embarrassing for them to insist on smearing her wounds with this thing in the small, airtight cabin.

After some tossing, Seventy-Six let out a long breath and lay back on the pillow in sweat.

By raising her heartbeat, she raises the temperature of her body and accelerates blood flow while secreting sweat. Coupled with the slightly trembling limbs and the coordination of her expression, no one could tell that she was cheating.

As for whether the mortal formula was effective or not, it was not within her consideration at all.

"Thank you. It was a long time before Seventy-Six spoke softly.

"No, that's what we're supposed to do," Amy picked up a towel and wiped the sweat from her forehead, "and we should thank you." ”

"Amy is right," Broken Sword comforted, "rest well, and everything will be all right when you get to Neverwinter." ”

After the two left, Seventy-Six pressed the colorful magic stone ring hidden on his chest and sighed imperceptibly.

Only by finding the Chosen One can everything really be fine.

If you can't resist the devil's words, everyone will have to die—and no one will be able to escape this fateful battle of divine will.

However, the existence of the Chosen One is always unknown.

According to the remnants of the labyrinth's ruins, magic is a gift from the gods to the extraordinary, and every creature that can use magic must have a key that can unlock the source of magic. This explains why magic is everywhere, but only a few people can use it.

But everyone's keys are different.

Some witches can stir up storms and bring life back to life, while others can only cook a bowl or two of wheat porridge or mend tattered clothes.

Obviously they are all awakened, why is the gap between them like a world apart?

The problem plagued the Federation for hundreds of years, and it was only after further study of the records in the ruins that the surviving witches came up with a vague explanation.

It's the keys themselves that make all of this happen.

It has nothing to do with the amount of mana, but the nature of mana - every time a witch casts her power, she transforms part of her mana into reality, a process that is too complex for witches to bear, so the gods take on the corresponding transformation steps.

Not every witch is equally loved by the gods, so some transformations are simple, while others are extremely complex. In other words, the complexity of the key determines the upper limit of the witch's abilities.

At first, Seventy-Six had a hard time understanding this statement, until Pasha explained it with a simple example - it was the magic stone. Even if her own magic cyclone remains the same, the witch can still cast a variety of effects through the magic stone, which shows that there is no difference in the magic itself, whether it is a transcendent or a high-ranking witch, they all use the same power.

In that case, if there is a universal magic stone that can grant any wish, can it easily reverse the witch's disadvantage to the devil?

The Mana Core is one such mechanism - it tries to simulate a mana cyclone, directly asking for power from the gods, and in a sense can be regarded as the ultimate man-made magic stone, with only the size of the magic sigil in front of it like a crude toy. However, experiments have shown that the gods do not bestow keys on inanimate dead objects, and that in order to activate them, they must have a witch with the matching key.

That is, the Chosen One.