◎The night of the full moon is not only for witches, but also a carnival night for monsters and demons. ◎
The wind elves are the most talkative, especially in the summer season. The overripe pulp has absorbed the sunshine for a whole season, and the juice flowing out is exuding the drunkenness of carnival. The elves are attracted by it, and then they will sing crazily. and have fun, or harass any witch.
Even if Amber sealed herself into the deepest cellar in Miller Valley, she could still hear the playful sound of wind entering the gaps between the stones. The spirit of the wind crossed the mountains and rivers, bringing her fallen leaves, frost and snowflakes, dust of misfortune, maybe a Flower seeds.
What the Great Witch longs for is the light of the full moon, not these useless garbage... Of course, sometimes it may not be completely useless.
Seven tallow candles burned a warm and everlasting light in the cellar. The blonde witch was wearing a robe that blended into the darkness. The candlelight reflected her long hair, like shining gold flowing out of the darkness.
In the endless darkness, she was the only source of light. She was sitting alone in the cellar, with only a small piece of mat made of rushes between her body and the cold ground. Breezes passed through the cracks in the surrounding stones from time to time, and it was the elves who were stealing. Whispering, they were all attracted by the powerful magic of this witch, just like the stars always rise in the dark night, and the bees and butterflies chatter around the flowers.
Amber opened her palms, and the breeze brought a thorn seed. The frost solidified it into a black and shiny crystal. The witch melted the frost and snow with a candle, and she keenly smelled moss, flowers, and a familiar smell of... blood.
The woman raised a light eyebrow and took out a silver needle from her robe. Although the young disciple disliked this robe, the witch's robe was her treasure bag. She let the silver needle burn out a trace of the sun's gold in the candle flame, then pricked her finger without hesitation, and a drop of blood condensed out. She dropped the blood on the seed.
Three candles were extinguished quietly, and there were four more. This made Amber feel a little uneasy. It had been a long time since there had been any omen that could make her nervous.
A green bud soon appeared in the palm of the hand, like a naughty little green snake, and it just climbed and grew along the witch's arm, and then a flower as gorgeous as the blood bloomed in the palm of the hand. It was a rose, in full bloom. It died in an instant, and the dried stems fell to the ground.
The solemn darkness covered half of the witch's face. The rose petals on her hands were like dried blood stains, and each piece was shockingly red. The bright red petals fluttered to the ground.
Rose, her shielding spell has been removed... Damn it!
The witch pulled up her black robe to cover her panic, and her raised skirt instantly extinguished the remaining four candles.
Amber dragged her robe and crawled out of the dark meditation cave. This was the deepest part of the cellar and her own place.
A pair of green eyes were waiting for her in the darkness. Miss Poppy, the big orange cat, lazily jumped into her owner's arms. Amber was grateful for her company, caressing her while sorting out her thoughts. She walked along the long and deep corridor of the cellar, just like a thread walking through a cat's eye. Darkness was never a problem for Amber, but she still walked lightly, possibly not touching anything around her.
"Miss."
The beautiful Mida quietly appeared in front of her with a lantern in her hand. She was wearing a pure white gold-rimmed cloak, and her long silver hair shone like pearls, like a self-pitying fairy.
When she saw Amber, she first breathed a sigh of relief, and then sighed slightly
"It's almost the full moon." Meda whispered to her in a low voice: "They are very uneasy, some people are starting to become restless, and the residents of the forest are coming less and less. Bertha hopes to ask for your advice."
Amber frowned slightly, and she clenched the last petal in her hand. The silky touch was like a dream that would dissipate at any time.
Yes, it's almost the full moon, and she can't be distracted.
She took a deep breath, finally let go of her hand, and let the rose petal slip silently from her palm.
"I know, let's go and have a look."
The two walked together, and the chirping sound in the darkness lasted for a long time, until their eyes lit up slightly, and a long and narrow space suddenly opened up like a cat's pupils, and the sound of the two people's footsteps was quickly annihilated by the rising and falling chatter. Amber hasn't seen the sky yet, but she has already returned from the empty underworld to the crowded world.
A bog elf with green skin and swollen paws passed by them, leaving wet mud on the ground, and then several small people no longer than their knees happily rolled away several oak barrels larger than their bodies. , like an ant carrying sugar cubes, the scene is very interesting.
The witches are not surprised at all by this. This is a small underground city market. The land above is close to the center of the forest. The residents of the forest, underground people, leprechauns, and bog elves, will come here to trade. Most of them Still humans, men, women, old and young.
They hung pitted and sun-dried fruits on the walls, strings of pickled fish and bacon vines were hung with garlic and berries to form curtains, and even carpets were wrapped in spices for sale. Residents of different races were surrounded by the smell of incense and mudworms. Trade knowingly.
Perron was amazed by the ingenuity of the witch's residence on the ground, but he didn't know that this dark cellar was the most luxurious and lively place in the entire Miller Valley. Only the real Moon Witch was allowed to pry into its mysteries.
The walls of the cellar are made of white reef stones from the Ivory Straits, and are painted layer by layer with shell white paint. Silver-plated bronze torches are mounted on various parts of the cellar walls as sacred objects of the goddess of the moon. The cedar wood is covered with whale blubber and burns with an eternal light source, which is a compensation for this place where the sun, moon and stars are not seen.
The residents of the underground city work diligently and work together to create this forest made of spices and cured meats. Occasionally, they also attract sea witches from across the mountains and coasts to come from thousands of miles away and go deep underground. In a sense, it is also A miraculous magic.
The two witches pulled up their cloaks and hoods and walked silently through the crowd, their emerald cat eyes hidden in the shadows, watching the words and deeds of the humans, not letting go of any possible gap.
"Do not touch me!"
A sharp roar fell, and a flying shadow fell heavily to the ground, smashing the oak barrels stacked in the corner. Purple wine exploded like blood on the ground. People in the market looked up and looked at the place where the dispute occurred.
She was a thin woman with sallow skin and sunken cheeks. Her thin clothes seemed to be draped on a bamboo pole, but her blue eyes were extremely energetic, even more fanatical than the torch in the cellar.
The man she threw out just now was taller than her by several heads. He managed to get up from the ground, but he was extremely afraid and hid behind other people.
The woman was surrounded by faces repeating fear. She arched her body nervously, like a nervous animal, her eyes rolled strangely from side to side, and her lips subconsciously split to both sides... One hand supported her shoulders.
"Dear Rena, are you tired?"
Amber patted her shoulder gently. The grinning woman subconsciously squinted her eyes when she saw her, as if she had been hit by the sun. Then she suddenly woke up, her whole person was slumped and depressed.
"Lord Amber!"
"grown ups!"
"It's Lady Amber!"
The faces of the people around were swaying like ripples, and the light and shadow on the wall were like layers of wrinkled waves. They put down what they were holding and knelt on their foreheads and knees devoutly. Mida rarely came here, and this was the first time he saw this. In this battle, he couldn't help but take a few steps back.
She knew that the underground residents were absolutely devoted to witches. In fact, they took care of the daily supplies of the village. But now, it seemed that they were worshiping Amber as a goddess statue. It was no exaggeration at all. Amber's feet were piled with spices, flowers, and bacon. She had to pull up her skirt and squeeze out of the crowd with the thin woman.
"I volunteer to go to the solitary room." The woman trembled, not daring to look at Amber.
"I'll take you there." Amber said softly
They walked into a path, the same rock wall, but without the shell white paint, revealing the most rugged and real appearance underneath. Mida couldn't help but reach out and touch it, her hands were covered with crystals.
The torch made the rock wall sparkle. If you look closely, you will see that it is covered with fine crystals. The reefs growing on the coast are natural barriers. The clean salt walls can prevent any monsters from entering or leaving...
The confinement room was a small oak window. There was not even a window in it. When it opened, there was only darkness that annihilated everything. But Rena was very grateful. She asked Amber for her blessing and went in contentedly.
Only the footsteps of two people were left in the corridor, and Amber said slowly: "Stop her Wu Teng Juice."
Mida was a little embarrassed: "But Wuteng juice can restrain the pain of human-wolf transformation."
"The poison of Wuteng juice has already dyed her nails black. If she continues to drink it, she will die."
The air was silent, and only the footsteps of the two could be heard. They came to a silver door decorated with wisteria flowers and moonstones. When Amber raised her hand, before she even touched the door, the door suddenly opened. The wide stone hall was already filled with people in various robes. Witch.
Among them, Bertha, who was wearing mink fur, couldn't sit still the most. She immediately got up to greet Amber personally.
"I heard that you are deep in thought, and I'm sorry to disturb you, but the full moon is approaching, and the number of human wolves we are sheltering continues to increase..."
Mida couldn't help but get goosebumps on her arms when she thought of the dense crowd in the market just now. God knows what kind of courage she had to continue walking forward, and how confident Amber must be among the crowd. .
There are no doors or windows underground, and not even a trace of moonlight is allowed, because the light of the full moon will turn those devout and hardworking believers into monsters, and the warm and lovely market will turn into a wolf den of flesh and blood overnight.
"It's a tough battle." Amber agreed with Bertha's words and sighed slightly,
Even though there was no moonlight here, she could still clearly feel the fullness of the moon halo. The holes in the mortal body gradually filled up, like the air condensed before the rain. The endless magic power kept her safe and sound even in the Meditation Cave for five whole days without eating. .
The crescent moon is gradually enriching the green outline of the goddess, and the girl god carrying a silver bow is growing into a magical goddess holding a scepter. The full moon is also the most powerful moment for every adult moon witch. They are close to the goddess, or in other words, they are the goddess.
The stone hall gathered all the great witches in Miller Valley who were recognized by the Temple of the Goddess. Each of them wore a mink fur robe, embroidered with silver and gold threads with beautiful and rare patterns. If you look closely, there are puzzling astronomical images on them. , matched with the silver jewelry and gemstones on her body, shining like stars.
But they were not here to celebrate the banquet before the full moon night, but to prepare for the battle before that.
One of the witches pinned a sapphire blue cloak with an emerald bird. She reported with a serious face: "Seven hundred and thirty-two people, one hundred and twenty of whom are children, can be controlled with simple anesthetics, and the remaining six hundred Twelve people."
Amber nodded and gave the order: "Male and female are separated. Male wolves are vulnerable to being summoned by werewolves when they transform. If the devil chatters in their ears, it will make them as crazy as a bull who has taken aphrodisiac."
Bertha was eager to give it a try: "If the situation is controlled properly, we can also track the werewolves in reverse. They are as quiet as dead, but they don't eat cleanly, giving us a bunch of werewolves."
The blue-robed witch just now looked at her disapprovingly, but didn't say anything. Bertha wanted to kill everything related to werewolves. When dealing with those werewolf victims, she always insisted that death was their only escape.
There were many witches supporting Bertha, and one of them, a witch with fiery red hair, said unabashedly and harshly: "We are also grateful that werewolves will not have cubs with humans, otherwise we don't know what kind of monsters we can create."
"enough."
As soon as Amber made a sound, the stone hall immediately became as quiet as a tomb.
Amber seemed to ask casually: "What's going on over there at Oya?"
"I used all the curses I could." Bertha spread her hands: "She still insists that Dill used her to escape."
"She still believes that werewolves are extinct," the blonde witch said in an unusually gentle tone, with a smile as gentle as the morning sun: "On a full moon night soon, we will ask her to stay underground as a guest."
Bertha couldn't help but smile, her eyes full of fun. She had never been convinced by Amber, but now she was convinced by her ruthlessness.
The two most ferocious and powerful witches in Miller Valley looked at each other and smiled, and everyone present felt goosebumps that were as good as those of a wolf wave.
The blue-robed witch with wise eyes was one of the few people who was not affected. She said businesslikely: "The matter of Dill's disappearance remains to be clarified. When the full moon night is over, please ask the lady to bring her back to confront Oya in person. We have not If we keep Aoya for too long, Ms. Ilenka from the Golden Oak Park is already protesting, and she insists that we release him before the Autumn Harvest Festival at the Junli River."
Amber nodded, seeming to respect her intention, but suddenly remembered something, turned around and looked at everyone: "By the way, do you believe what Oya said?"
The blonde witch smiled gently, and the tabby cat in her arms scanned the crowd with her sharp blue eyes.
Everyone, you look at me and I look at you, who dares to say? You just wanted to throw someone into the wolf's den with that smile on your face. Whoever dares to say one more word may end up being with Oya.
Several big witches looked at Bertha, expecting her to say something to contradict Amber. Bertha didn't even look at them. She rested her chin on her hand and waited for the meeting to end.
The red-haired witch glared at Amber unwillingly. Thinking of her daughter who had been turned into a hen, she hated Dill so much that her teeth itched.
Hum, I hope that little puppy slave has the life to survive the full moon night. The night of the full moon is not only for witches, but also a carnival night for monsters and demons.
Those werewolf victims, the werewolves will follow their master's orders and come out in droves. This is also the biggest test that all little witches will face after leaving Miller Valley─
The wolf tide of the full moon.