"I hate the weather. Lothar sat on the ruins of black stone bricks, frowning and looking up at the gloomy sky. The sea breeze was more violent than usual, but not as cold as it should be before the rain. This kind of weather naturally reminds Lothar of a hopeless howl, as if even the heavens are mourning for the creatures of this land.

In contrast, the Siren's attitude was much more optimistic, with a calm and quiet smile on his face, and although the scales on his skin were still miserable, Fioni no longer felt unusual. He knew why, his title of shapeshifter was not for nothing, and after a month of hellish torture, the body had begun to adapt to the environment on land. Still, the Kraken was looking forward to being embraced by the sea again, and the feeling of being wrapped in the current would make him feel ecstatic from within. "I think it's a nice day, I don't really like the sun. ”

"I know a guy who really doesn't like the sun, and I'll get to know you next time. The Count laughed, and the man he was talking about was Sander, a vampire who lived in the Iron Keep. After Cheese unlocked the spell that sealed the Iron Keep, Lothar interacted with several of the characters in the Iron Keep who had helped the Grey Mage.

"Hopefully the guy you know lives by the sea, and honestly I don't really want to get out of the water right now. Fioni stepped on the ground under his feet, shook his head and whispered.

"It sounds like you've suffered a lot since you escaped? I wonder if this can be called self-inflicted. A caustic voice appeared behind the two, and the slender witch stepped out from behind the rubble in satin-lined leather armor. Behind her, followed by Garren and Peg. When Fioni and Lothar saw the witch, they immediately stood up and made a defensive gesture. The reason is very simple, the lady in front of them is the warden of witches, responsible for the existence of punishment in the witch group.

"We're sorry for leaving without permission. But you're not here to pursue this matter, are you?" Lothar was the first to remove the state of imminent battle, and if the witch was going to capture him and Fioni back, there was no need to let Hela and Peg arrange it so much. In addition, the last time they escaped, they had witnessed the fight between the witch and Galen, and since Galen was here in good condition, the warden's attitude was self-evident.

The witch chuckled, "You're pretty smart. The Kraken over there doesn't count, in fact, you and that, well, woman, as long as you don't leave the Bay of Lost Heart, the witch group won't be too difficult for you. Anyway, it won't be us who will carry out the oath when the time comes. And as long as you're here, you can't escape..."

"Let's get down to business, the Great Witch is waiting for us to report back. Karen interrupted the warden, she didn't want the elder to divulge more about the webworm. The interrupted warden didn't care, she was always quite tolerant of Kalen, at least in what she didn't think was important.

"Whatever you want, I'm just here to see if anything goes wrong with you two little ones. This time, the Great Witch said, it's up to you to command. The witch shrugged her shoulders and snapped her fingers over to a stone of the right height, and a whirlwind immediately removed all the dust from the stone. She sat casually on the stone, holding her cheek with one hand, and waited with great interest for Jialun's next move.

Jia Lun sighed and waved his hand, "Mountain monster, go and open the entrance." At this time, the goalkeeper, who can be called the strongest man in the entire Heartless Bay, slowly walked out of the shadows. His tall size and sturdy armor made Lothar and Fioni even more oppressive than witches. It is true that the mountain monster had not shown hostility towards the two of them in their previous encounters, but they both knew exactly who this person was loyal to, and as long as the witch said a word, the gatekeeper's fist would probably smash it without hesitation.

The mountain monster walked through the ruins, stopping at a place where the stones were stacked heavily. Lothar looked at the witches and wanted to go up to help the gatekeeper clear the rubble, but was stopped by Peg, "You don't need to go over, you will cause him trouble by going to help." Peg's words were soon fulfilled, and only a low roar was heard, and a whole man's large gravel was lifted by the gatekeeper with brute force, and tore it down from the rubble. "There are already people around, and no one is going to be attracted to it. Karen said to the stunned Count and the Siren.

"I think with this person here, even if someone is attracted to it, they won't do anything. "This was the first time Lothar had seen the mountain monster in action, and he had only thought of the gatekeeper as a normal man with a strong physique, at best more than the strong man who worked with him. But today, the Count never believed that the power of the mountain monster was exerted through muscles, and he had heard Cheese say that there was no shortage of magic and potions in the world that could strengthen the human body, and I am afraid that the power of the mountain monster had something to do with these things.

"That's one thing, and on the other hand, even if they come, don't you have to ask about the axe in your hand? The warden teased, noticing the strange colors and silhouettes of the battle axe on Lothar's back in her magical vision. She wasn't the one who had handled the Earl's belongings before, so it was the first time she knew that Lothar actually had such a weapon in her hands. However, she was not sure of the weapon's true identity, and if she knew that it was a witch-hunting knife, it would probably not be a problem for Lothar to hold it firmly. A person who holds a witch-hunting knife in a witch's territory can only have one fate.

"I will, dear ma'am. The Count tightened the leather rope of justice that bound the Fool and nodded slightly to the witch.

"You don't have to be a lady to come and a lady to go. Wait a minute, where we're going, no one knows what's going to happen, and there's no time to be polite in a pinch. Fettis, you can call me that. Of course, I'm older than you, but I want you to think of me as a sister. The witch who called herself Fettis said, curling the corners of her mouth. If you only look at her appearance, her appearance is indeed only about twenty-five or sixteen, and there is nothing wrong with Lothar calling her sister. However, it was clear to everyone present that the appearance of the witches and their real age were not comparable.

Fortunately, the small talk did not continue, and under the strange power of the mountain monster, a stone slab that had been hidden was exposed to the humid air of Heartless Bay. The monster's movements stopped with the appearance of the stone slab, and everyone also came to this three-meter-square carving. That's right, the carving, a huge stone slab carved with a large number of primitive patterns and a small amount of text-like symbols mixed in. I think this is what the witches call the entrance to the underground part of the black spire.

However, it is not easy to open this entrance, and the stone slab is perfectly embedded in the rock plate on the ground, and unless it takes a lot of time to destroy the stone slab or rock plate, even if you want to pry the stone slab, you may not be able to start it. "Cliché means, but it is often the most practical. Fettis said as he saw the pattern on the slate, with a hint of disdain in his tone.

"Come on, I still know a little bit about shamanic witchcraft. Karen said to his companions, bending down and placing his palms on the stone slabs. The short-haired witch closed her eyes, but beneath her eyelids, the two eyeballs spun rapidly, as if in some intense dream. At the same time, the others saw that the carved patterns on the stone slab were gradually changing, and the original distorted symbols gradually became familiar, the most obvious of which was a lightning bolt-like pattern in the center of the stone slab.

"Thunder Giant. It was not surprising that Peg recognized the shamanic beliefs represented by this pattern, as the Thunder Giant's emblem was fairly common among spellcasters along the coast. But don't think that knowing that this tablet is related to the Thunder Giant can be easily cracked, on the contrary, shamanic witchcraft has always valued bloodlines the most, and if it is not for people with giant blood flowing in their veins, there is no way to connect with it at all. So, does Garren have the blood of the Thunder Giant? Of course not, even if her mother did marry a descendant of the Thunder Giant when she gave birth to her, the witches' strong bloodline would devour all the information from the paternal line, just as they would do to their "husbands".

However, Karon's hand did not take away from the slate for a long time, on the contrary, as she touched the slate, the witch's hair color began to change from the roots to grayish, and there was a faint electric light between the strands. These should have been the characteristics of the Thunder Giant's bloodline. This is Galen's ability, most spellcasters will be subject to their own genre and cannot accept foreign magic, witches are even more inseparable from other forces in the world because their magic comes from blood, but Galen is different, her ability is transformation, or rather, fraud. This talent is rare among witches, and it is not as powerful as Qili's eyes, and the talent of fraud dooms the witch's understanding of magic and witchcraft to be superficial and superficial, but it also gives her more choices. In the ancient witch tradition, people with this talent were also called, imitators.

"Alright. Peg said, as the slab cracked in Garron's hand, and the lines spread throughout the slab. Then, the intact stone slabs scattered in the wind like a dusty fortress, revealing the deep hole below, which exuded a cold scent.

"You can't start a fire when you go in, you can't walk backwards, and there's no requirement for anything else. When you're ready, you're ready to go. Karen opened his eyes and said.

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