“… Let me hear the voices of old,

The bells, the sea, the stars,

Remote, pure, sleek—

Swallowed up from the sky,

interweaving of light and shadow,

Gaze convergence,

Coming from that side

I could see the stars falling, shadows rising,

I gained the power of moonshine! ”

The power of the moonlight - in Charlie's hands at the moment, night as day, she wore shadow armor to resist the erosion of light, looked down on the petrified mad pig and hound, and she obtained the wand of the mooncaller.

Charlie was silent, her wand shining brightly, and she stood there for a long, long time, until the sun was about to rise, and she seemed to make up her mind. A dangerous and ingenious plan will be carried out.

Truth be told, Charlie isn't having a good time these days.

She failed to catch Maxwell, in the rabbit village, there are indeed traces of human life, but this cunning fellow must have spotted the danger, Charlie pounced.

She also tries to challenge the queen bee, smashing the giant hive to reveal the lord's true face, and the queen roars to summon the drones, and together they attack Charlie. After only a few rounds, Charlie understood that her strength had not reached its peak, and even the Shadow Knife could not easily kill the queen bee, so this time she retreated.

Later, she took advantage of the darkness to get close to the survivors' camp, the day before the night of the full moon. Charlie heard laughter in the camp as they toasted loudly and celebrated the killing of the Spring King. It is true that the deer goose does not have great strength, but it is still worrying Charlie to be defeated so easily. On top of that, she also heard Maxwell's voice, and the guy seemed to fit in with those people and was very popular.

"Humph!" If they know who you really are, if you know the truth, if you called them into this world - I will catch you.

Charlie turned her head away, and she had more important things to do before she fully recovered. Next up is the night of the full moon, and you can get the Moon Wand through the platform. If Maxwell had witnessed Charlie on this night, he would have been amazed at the strength she showed:

Countless mad pigs and hounds frantically disrupted the summoning ritual, and Charlie, dressed in Shadow Armor and slicing open the bodies of these fanatical creatures with the Shadow Knife, burned with black flames that were even more powerful than in their heyday. She walked away with her wand.

But only Charlie himself knows what she has done to maintain her form, and now she is even weaker, but if Maxwell does not let himself down, then it is just around the corner to regain her strength.

"Lala," Charlie sang, wiping the dust from the giant deer sculpture with rabbit fur, which was covered with cracks, and the next one, the antlion or the dragon fly.

"Lalala,

In the middle of the desert,

There was a dragon,

One day a group of sword-wielding brave men,

Arrival.

They wielded their swords,

Cut off the head of the evil dragon,

They shouted for joy,

Victory is at hand—"

The song stopped abruptly, Charlie danced, basking in an unknown cheerful mood, all the night lights blazing, and the floor tinkling. Charlie put on a feather hat and sang the last two lines:

"The rose stings delicate fingers,

The witch picks the delicious fruit! ”