Anna nodded, stretching the black fire into a silk thread and gently resting it against the hedron pillar. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The witches involuntarily held their breath, only to see bursts of green smoke rise from the area where they touched—not the color of the smoke itself, but a different shade of light and shade in the light of the green fire.

Black fire is embedded in the hedrons.

"How's that?" Tilly asked.

"It's a bit of a slicing effort, but it cuts," Anna replied.

Suddenly, the "ice coffin" changed, and with a crisp click, several cracks spread out from the place where the black fire was embedded, and in the blink of an eye, it was like a spider's web. Almost at the same time, Yarn held up the barrier, enveloping the witches.

But the expected explosion did not happen, and the shattered hedron collapsed like earth, revealing a cold-smelling core—a transparent pillar of two layers with a real ice crystal inside. In an instant, everyone felt the chill on their faces, and the temperature around them dropped sharply.

Fortunately, Anna quickly maintained the temperature of the drop and brought it back to normal.

Under the roasting of the black fire, the ice crystals melted faster, and the transparency also decreased sharply, and the shape was no longer angular, and it contracted and melted like ordinary ice cubes. However, Tilly notices that there is no large pool of water on the ground, and the melted parts all turn into smoke and disperse, as if the "ice coffin" never existed.

When all the ice crystals melted away, the woman who was sealed in it revealed her true form.

She still seemed to be asleep, her long hair and robe showing no signs of soaking, just as she had been frozen in. Losing the support of the pillar, her body fell backwards limply, and then she was held in her arms by the ashes.

"Are you still alive?"

"It's faint, but the heartbeat doesn't stop," Ash pressed his hand to the other's chest, "this ...... It's unbelievable. ”

Unbelievable, Tilly found that in less than a week since she arrived in Borderland, she had seen more incredible things than she had in a year. However, she was also slightly relieved that she could survive the extremely low temperature of the ice crystals, and her identity had been determined nine times out of ten - the other party was a witch.

This adventure was not for nothing.

As for her name, her origins, and why she was trapped in the ruins, these doubts can be asked slowly when you get back.

Andrea stayed by the hollow a little bored, glancing at the bottom of the cave from time to time, hoping to see Tiri return as soon as possible.

There were no signs of demons around the ruins, even evil beasts were rarely seen, and the occasional sprout from the woods was only the usual species of wolves or wild boars, and the nightingale had already nailed a dagger to their heads before they even had time to open their bows.

Time seemed to slow down, and all the people left around the cave were Mutual Aid witches except for her, and they couldn't even find someone to talk to. Although the woman named Wendy seemed very kind, Andrea was still undetermined to take the initiative to talk.

As an upper-class nobleman of Dawn, elegance and reserve are essential qualities for an unmarried lady.

Anyway, let's talk to Nightingale, I've heard that she fought with Ashes, and she fought evenly with each other. Since it is to inquire about the information of the old opponent, it is not considered to take the initiative to talk.

Well, it's just a necessary job.

She reached out to pat the snow off her head, and when she looked up, her heart jumped - the nightingale was gone.

The woman with curly blond hair and the same aristocratic elegance had been leaning against the hanging basket, but now she was nowhere to be seen. By the way, her ability seems to be to hide her form.

Thinking of this, Andrea calmed down to feel the sounds around her, and when vision didn't come in handy, her ears and nose were good helpers to catch her opponent's whereabouts.

Then she heard the sound of footsteps.

Is it a nightingale?

No, Andrea's hair stood on end, and the sound of these footsteps was clearly not something that could be made by one person—a group of people were approaching this way, in the jungle ahead, only a hundred steps away from her!

Footsteps are soon close at hand, hell, the enemy is transparent!

She was about to sound the alarm when a roar suddenly burst into her ears.

The flash of fire flashed in midair, and then the air shook, and a strangely shaped monster emerged - it had a narrow head and sharp scythes, and it looked like a mutated praying mantis, but unlike any other insect, it walked upright.

The musket's arrows shattered the side of its face, and black blood spurted out of its skull, nearly splashing onto Andrea.

The monster crashed to the ground, and then she saw the nightingale's fluttering white cloak and hood.

Then came the second gunshot!

Damn, I was careless!andrea bit her lip, she noticed it all before she did.

She summoned the magic longbow, but she didn't know where to shoot, so she slowly retreated to the basket and stood with the other witches.

Four gunshots rang out, and the four monsters fell, all killed with one hit.

When Nightingale reappeared next to the monster, Andrea gathered her weapon and walked briskly.

"What is this?"

"It's either an evil beast or a devil," she crouched down and fiddled with her enemy's minions and scythes, "but judging by the color of the blood, it looks more like an evil beast." ”

"When did you find them?"

"From the moment they appeared," the nightingale smiled, "in the mist, their magical brilliance was as conspicuous as the stars in the night sky. ”

"Can an evil beast have this ability too?" Andrea frowned.

The other party smiled and choked, "Uh...... Probably the hybrid species is more special. ”

At this time, the witch who had gone to the depths of the cave also happened to return to the surface, and in addition to the original seven, there was also a blue-haired woman on Ash's shoulder.

"She's the one in the ruins?" said Andrea.

"That's right," Tilly nodded, "and the more I'm in this forest, the more uneasy I feel." By the way, there are no dangers up there, right?"

"There are a few strange hybrid beasts, but they're all dead," Nightingale shrugged.

The balloon was quickly inflated into the air, and the gondola went over the top of the treetops and began to move towards the town. Just then, Sylvie let out an exclamation, "Oh my God, what's down there?

"Beast?" Andrea looked in the direction of the ruins, but saw nothing.

No, something was moving on the ground, the corpse of the monster that had fallen on the ground was suddenly half missing, the black blood was scattered, and some of the dirt and snow could be seen writhing strangely, as if looking through a glass, and it was hard to notice the changes without looking closely.

"Another strange hybrid," said Nightingale nonchalantly, "there are probably a hundred or so of them, all scrambling to make their way to the burrow...... Is it because you're attracted to the big bug and want to have a full meal?" she yawned, "but none of that has anything to do with us. ”

. (To be continued.) )