If you were to pull a random pedestrian on this ancient continent and mention a witch, then I can guarantee that the first word that would come to that person's mind would be absolutely strange.

That's right, the only label of the witch race is peculiar.

With a population of nearly 10,000 and the entire race of women, they have not yet disappeared into history, which is enough to explain their peculiarity.

But there's more to witches than that.

First of all, the location of the Darkmoon Witch Castle, where the witches live, is quite peculiar.

It is surrounded by four races in the middle, Artes in the north, the Demon Realm in the south, the Forest of Life in the west, and Angmassi in the east.

Despite its awkward and dangerous location, Darkmoon Witch Castle has its own advantages, which is why witches have survived unharmed.

First of all, it borders four species and can detect the wind and grass at their borders for the first time.

Secondly, the perimeter of Darkmoon Witch Castle is full of mire, forming a natural barrier that can intercept land forces as much as possible.

Of course, this is one of the reasons why witches have to use brooms when they travel.

As for why witches have to use brooms, there are many reasons for this.

The main reason is that brooms have many advantages for witches.

First of all, the cost is low.

And it's highly adaptable to magic.,It's a good carrier.。

Most importantly, it's in keeping with the witch's personality and eerie demeanor.

Of course, that's what they call themselves on.

However, because of their weirdness, they have not had much success diplomatically.

The only thing that can be said is that in recent years, the witch has successfully formed an alliance with the elven kingdom, which has brought great benefits to both parties, which is undoubtedly a perfect deal.

With the two aligned, the witch has a stable and powerful support force.

And the elves, with the help of the witches, are enough to make them not afraid of magic.

Moreover, the magic they use is quite peculiar in its own right.

Magic can change the body, and the most notable feature is that they live much longer than ordinary people, between two hundred and three hundred years.

The same is true for pastors.

Witches are women, needless to say.

But this begs a rather important question.

How to reproduce.

It's quite a headache, but it's also something that needs to be addressed.

After generations of reproduction and evolution, as well as exploration and standardization, their reproduction has finally formed a complete system.

First, use magic to retrieve the eggs of the two people.

One of them is temporarily saved using magic, and of course, its activity must be guaranteed.

Then use magic to modify another egg to give it the properties of sperm.

Then combine the two and cultivate.

After three to four days, it becomes something similar to a fertilized egg, but not exactly the same.

Then use magic to transfer this into one of them, and you're done.

However, sperm modified from an egg does not have the characteristics that normal sperm has that determine the sex of the fetus.

Therefore, all the fetuses that are born in this way are girls.

This may be a defect, or it may be a natural choice.

Either way, though, any species is entitled to the sun's rays.

At this time, Fadra was lying comfortably in a chair and taking a nap, which was the happiest time of her day.

Not only is the day full of affairs, but you also have to watch out for the crazy love of the sisters.

In this regard, she felt helpless.

She was sleeping comfortably when the staff in her hand suddenly moved a little.

Agile, she stood up as soon as possible, and then rushed out directly on a broomstick.

She felt the breath of the dark elves again, this time in the human kingdom.

The dark elves have been very active these days, and I don't know what they are planning.

She needed to figure out what they were trying to do so she could prepare in advance.

Full speed ahead allowed Fadra to quickly reach the borders of the human kingdom.

She could feel her getting closer and closer to the dark elves, and the aura of the dark elves around her was getting stronger.

She kept pushing the magic, and the speed of the broom became faster and faster.

On the other side, Tel Aviv was waving his staff.

The fireballs continued to smash towards the swarm as he moved.

However, this is obviously a drop in the bucket, and it simply cannot cause fatal damage to the swarm.

And the magic barrier above is also more and more crumbling, as if it is about to fall apart in the next moment.

But the damn bugs were still striking at the barrier.

Finally, with the constant efforts of the biter, the priests reached their limit.

With a "click", the shield in the sky exploded instantly.

Without the barrier, the swarm began to bite the priest and the soldier frantically like a wild horse that had been unleashed.

They resisted as best they could, but it wasn't much use, the swarm was too large.

The flesh and blood on their bodies were torn little by little, and the pain in their hearts penetrated through their internal organs.

Screams of despair kept coming from my ears.

However, Tel Aviv was still surprisingly calm, and he tried his best to protect himself.

Although he didn't pay much attention to it, the abnormal behavior of the swarm still caught his attention.

Because those bugs didn't mean to sweep the grain at all.

Could it be that these magically ripened grains don't taste like them?

But this speculation is not valid, and if they are not interested, why would they be attracted to them.

Beside him were the constant onslaught of insects, and in his ears were a series of screams.

In this case, it is difficult for Tel Aviv to think normally.

Although he was not flustered, it didn't change the fact that he was about to be bitten to death by this group of damn bugs.

If he hadn't been injecting magic around him and maintaining the wall of fire, he would have left this world howling like the priests and soldiers.

The reason why he is still safe and sound now is because those bugs still have targets, and if everyone else dies, then he will be the next one.

Besides, he wouldn't be able to last long if he released his magic in this form.

What a waste of magic.

Time passed little by little, and the magic that gradually dried up in his body made Tel Aviv decide to give it a go.

Just as he was about to do so, the swarm suddenly became a little chaotic.

Their movements became disorganized in an instant.

Tel Aviv couldn't help but be a little puzzled.

But it was only for a moment.

The next moment, the swarm was back in order, but this time it was no longer them, but the grain beside them.

The situation in front of Tel Aviv made a quick decision.

He walked out quickly, then turned around and fired a fireball at the wheat field.

The raging fire ignited in an instant, and the flames soared into the sky.

But the already frantic swarm was nothing.

The pungent smell of burning burned in the air continued.