Anna nodded, stretching the black fire into a silk thread, gently on the crystal column.

The witches held their breath involuntarily, and saw the green smoke rising from the parts of the contact between the two—not the color of the smoke itself, but the light and dark color under the reflection of the green fire.

The black fire is embedded in the crystal.

“How is it?”Tiley asked.

“It’s a little laborious, but it can cut it open,” Anna said.

Suddenly, the "ice coffin" changed, and with a crisp click, several cracks spread from the position embedded in the black fire, like a spider's web in the blink of an eye, covered the entire column.Almost at the same time, Savi propped up the barrier and wrapped the witches in.

But the imagined explosion did not happen, and the broken crystals collapsed like a landslide, revealing a cold core - this transparent column actually consists of two layers of structure, the inside is a real ice crystal.In an instant, everyone felt the chill, and the temperature around them dropped sharply.

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

Under the baking of the black fire, the ice crystals melt faster, the transparency is also sharply reduced, and the shape is no longer angular, like ordinary ice.However, Tilly noticed that there was no large beach water on the ground, and the melted part was all scattered in smoke, as if the "ice coffin" had never existed.

When all the ice crystals melted, the woman who was sealed in it showed her true body.

She seemed to be asleep, with no trace of soaking in her long hair and her robes, and nothing more like when she was frozen.Losing the support of the pillar, her body fell back feebly and was then held in her arms by ashes.

“Still still alive?”

“It’s very weak, but the heartbeat doesn’t stop,” Ash said, pressing his hand on each other’s chest.

Incredibly, Tiley found that less than a week since she had arrived in the town of Border, she had seen more inconceivable things than ever before.But she was also slightly relieved, and was able to survive the extremely low temperature ice crystals, and her identity was nine-hundred-nine-tenth of the time—the other was a witch.

This adventure is not something that has happened.

As for her name, her origin, and why she is trapped in the ruins, these doubts can wait until they return to slowly ask.

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Andrea was bored by the hole, looking at the bottom of the hole from time to time, hoping to see Tilly return for the first time.

There was no trace of the devil around the ruins, and even the evil beasts were rarely seen, and only the common wolf or wild boar appeared from the woods, and even before the bow could be opened, the nightingale had already nailed the dagger to their heads.

The passage of time seems to be getting slow, and all that is left by the hole is to help the witch, even if you want to find someone to talk to pass the time.Although the woman named Wendy looked very kind, Andrea was always determined to take the initiative.

As a morning nobleman, elegance and reserve are essential qualities for unmarried women.

Come on, let's talk to the nightinge, and I heard that she had fought the ashes, and played it up and down.Since it is to inquire about the information of the old opponent, it is not an active talk.

Well, this is just a necessary job.

She reached out and patted the snow above her head, raised her head, but jumped in her heart - the nightingale was gone.

The woman, who had a golden curly hair and looked just as noble as grace, had been leaning against the hanging basket, but now she had lost her sight.Yes, her ability seemed to be hiding her body.

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

Then she heard the footsteps of the squirrel.

The Nighting?

No, Andrea felt cold and upright, and these footsteps were obviously not a person to send out - there was a group of people who were approaching this side, in the jungle ahead, a hundred steps away from themselves!But when she looked around, the sight was still a calm place, and even a shadow could not see.

The footsteps are fast approaching, hell, the enemy is transparent!

She had just wanted to sound the alarm, and a roar suddenly burst into her ears.

The fire appeared in mid-air, and then the air shook, and a strange monster emerged - it had a narrow head and sharp double sickle, which looked like a mutated mantel, but what was different from any insect was that it was walking upright.

The arrows fired by the musket shattered its side face, and black blood spewing out of the casing of the brain almost splashed on Andrea.

The monster fell to the ground, and then she saw the nightingale's flying white mantle and hood.

Then the second shot!

Damn, I care about myself!Andrea gritted her lips, and she noticed all this earlier than herself.

She summons a magic longbow, but does not know where to shoot, so she slowly retreats to the edge of the hanging basket and stands with the other witches.

Four shots were fired, the four-headed monster fell, all of them killed.

When the Nightingale reappears next to a monster, Andrea takes up her weapon and steps away.

“What is this?”

"It's not the devil, it's the devil," she squatted down and licked the enemy's claws and sickle, "but from the color of the blood, it's more like an evil beast."

“When did you find them?”

"From the time they appear," laughed the Nightinge, "in the mist, the magic brilliance of their bodies is as conspicuous as the stars in the night sky."

“Can an animal have that ability?”Andrea frowned.

The other person smiled, "Oh, maybe the mixture is more special."

At this time, the witch who went to the depths of the cave also happened to return to the ground, and in addition to the original seven people, there was a blue-haired woman on the shoulder of the ashes.

“Is she a rescuer in the vestiges?”Andrea stepped forward.

"Yes," nodded Tilly, "to put it into detail on the far-seeing number, the longer I stay in this forest, the more uneasily I feel."There’s no danger in it, right?”

"There are a few strange mixed beasts, but they are all dead," shrugged the Nightingale.

The hot air balloon quickly inflated, and the hanging basket crossed the top of the treetop and began to move in the direction of the town.Just then, Hilvy exclaimed, “Oh my God, what’s that underneath?”“The beast?”

“The beast?”Andrea looked in the footsteps of the ruins, but saw nothing.

No, there is indeed something moving on the ground, the original body of the monster that fell to the ground is suddenly half-scarce, and the black blood is scattered; some soil and snow can see strange twists, just like watching things through a glass; if you do not look closely, it is difficult to notice these changes.

"It's that strange mixture again," said the Nightingale carelessly, "there are probably a hundred or so, all scrambling to run into the cavern... are they attracted by the big worm and want a full meal?"She yawned, "But it has nothing to do with us."

(Unfinished.)