These palm-sized wooden signs had already been engraved with patterns and were enchanted. Now they quickly formed a brown-yellow barrier in the air. Magic power flowed through it, constantly reinforcing and strengthening it, like a yellow crystal wall.
Unfortunately, these seemingly extremely solid barriers were directly pierced and penetrated by the swimming dark blue light. Loran Hill could even hear the faint sound of breaking.
Some of the dark blue light that penetrated the barrier brushed past Heren, some scratched his skin, leaving long blood streaks and wounds, and some directly penetrated it, leaving several blood holes.
Suddenly, the huge pain overwhelmed Helen's nerve perception, causing her body to lose strength and kneel on the ground. The brass lantern she had been holding in her hand also rolled to the side, making a few metallic vibrations and echoes, and then gradually returned to calm.
"Are you so weak? Seeing you were so stubborn before, I thought you had some hidden tricks." The witch in black and blue robe smiled contemptuously, then walked forward slowly.
"The Oak Witch has been dead for hundreds of years. Not only do you descendants not hide and leave the North, but you even walk around the streets with such openness. Can this be understood as you looking down on us witches who follow Lady Grey Crow?"
Lady Grey Crow and Prophet of the Wise Eyes are both respectful titles for the Witch of the Crow of the Wise Eyes, Gojarad. Witches of their line often use the black feather shawl of a raven as a symbol and have a great say in the North.
Recalling the information she had learned in the past, Loran Hill began to search for information about the Oak Witch again, but there was a blank in her knowledge about this person. She didn't even know that there had been such a witch in the past.
Logically speaking, even if the witches are not harmonious, there shouldn't be such a huge conflict.
Even Tidaisi and Si Ye were able to maintain superficial peace and sit down together to drink tea and chat.
However, if she didn't come out at this time, Miss Heron would probably die here.
The black-feathered witch below waved her wand again, and the blue magic power began to gather on it, gradually condensing into a cold ice crystal sword, and her footsteps were getting closer and closer to Heren who was kneeling on the ground.
"Can you stop for a moment?"
When the ice crystal sword was about to pierce Heren, a long sword as blue as smoke appeared in the void and blocked it. Then a mysterious girl appeared in the darkness.
The black hair swayed in the night wind, and the bright blue in the pupils was clear and pure. As the words fell, the surrounding black fog dissipated, and the cold starlight shone into this hidden alley.
Even though she stopped making any unnecessary movements, the black-feathered witch dared not move, because one after another dark blue butterflies fluttered up from the long sword that was blocked, and surrounded her.
So beautiful, yet so deadly, it sends a chilling pain deep into the soul.
That is a butterfly that is powerful enough to annihilate the soul, the inherited secret skill of the former great witch of the Undead Order, the Butterfly of Time, Trinasa.
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