Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

At the end of December, the annual Winter Festival Party begins.

The festival inherited from the ancient Third Age has now penetrated into people's lives. In the past, this was a time of year when you could stop and rest. Families would gather together, sit under the windows hung with frozen green branches and leaves, and eat barbecue. Hot food and memories sum up the changes of this year.

Similar to ordinary people, almost all schools will also hold competitions on the eve of winter to test the results of the year and as a time to relax before the holidays for students to participate together.

Orange flames fell from the sky, spraying the ground, burning the weeds and dead branches, and then turning them into charred soil.

Continuous rain and dew fell from the sky, moistening the scorched black soil, and then seeds sprinkled down and fell into the moist and black soil.

Soon buds sprouted one after another, and the light green and white branches twitched and grew rapidly.

Trees covered with bright yellow leaves spread all over the venue, and the ground was covered with a sea of ​​green grass. The ripples spread in the breeze through the forest, and tiny waves meandered far into the distance.

This is the site of the Winter Festival Competition, which occupies an extremely large area. Its appearance looks like a magnified arena, and it is bustling with people inside. Tourists and spectators from all over the world gather, cheering excitedly, and looking at the beautiful and flowery landscape in the venue. A sea of ​​flowers and forests.

The theme of the Winter Festival Competition venue changes every year. Three years ago, it was a hill covered with purple grass. The students were fighting and killing in a deep sea of ​​purple grass half as tall as a man. The flying sword blades and fluttering purple catkins , freeze into beautiful pictures.

Two years ago, there was a pond full of falling flame flowers. Falling flame flowers are an extraordinary species branch of water lily. Its leaves on the surface of the water are extremely strong and can be stepped on by people weighing hundreds of pounds without collapsing. The flowers are as orange as fire, emitting heat, and are particularly beautiful when spread on the water.

This year is a forest full of fan ginkgo. The light yellow and bright yellow ginkgo fan leaves are all over the branches, and they are connected under the sunlight. The fan ginkgo is an improved and extraordinary species. Its branches and leaves exude a light fragrance, and the leaves will be burned after they are burned. A tiny whirlwind is generated, which causes the fallen leaves to rise spontaneously, and then the fiery red burning leaves fill the sky.

"It's about to begin."

Looking at the opened passage ahead, the light gradually illuminated the indoor hall, Hesia Tilan stood on the high platform and whispered softly.

Then she turned around and looked down at the Edes students in black uniforms in front of her. They stood upright, in neat formation, with fiery eyes and full of fighting spirit, like soldiers about to go into battle.

Tilan's outfit today is quite bold, which can be said to be very different from her previous style.

The body is a witch dress with a black base and purple accents. There is a white bustle under the skirt. The wavy pleated skirt of light gauze also plays the role of safety pants in a sense. The fluffy skirt fills the bottom, making outsiders Her eyes cannot see the depths of her thighs. She wears antique-style boots with patterns of stars and moons on them. Her legs are wrapped in plaid lace stockings. The middle part of the plaid is slightly transparent, forming a different light and shade with the overall stockings. The changes are slightly tempting.

Her snow-white shoulders were exposed from the dress that wrapped her chest, in stark contrast to the black pleated lace fabric on her chest.

Finally, there is the extremely wide witch hat on her head. Its sharp corners are bent and hung with ornaments of stars and moons. The ornaments are dotted with blue and purple gems in the middle, and the edges are made of smooth metal, which sparkles and reflects in the light.

Such clothes are more for role-playing than fighting, but tonight is the opening ceremony, and there is no need for her to play in the only warm-up match.

As for the Edes students in front of her, they were all wearing long black robes and jackets. They were quite mysterious, like an ancient sect that worshiped witches.

Unlike St. Ingo, which advocates glamor, nobility, and splendor, the style of Edes Academy has always been darker, mysterious, charming, and powerful.

The other academies also have their own characteristics. The Swarm Collar Academy's style is more graceful, gorgeous, and ladylike, while the Crystal Lattice Academy's style is more technological, crystalline, and transparent. Lelisa Academy's style is obviously church-style, with Angels, wings, and holiness are the main themes, while Thunder Edge advocates knights, glory, discipline and other style themes.

Blinking her sapphire-like eyes, the girl glanced at all the students present, and those pairs of expectant eyes came into view. She had said her words of encouragement many times before, and there was no need to emphasize them again now.

She opened her mouth slightly, pressed her fingers lightly on her chest, bent slightly, and then raised her head.

"Tonight's battle shakes the morning star."

In response, everyone present put their hands on their shoulders, bowed and saluted, and responded in unison.

"Tonight's battle will sway the morning star!"

The sound was so neat that it resounded through the hall for a long time.

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Under the glare of countless lights and cameras, groups of students walked out of their respective preparation halls and walked toward the center of the venue under the leadership of the chiefs of each academy.

Under the tall ginkgo tree, these students in their respective school uniforms were confident and quiet. They stepped on the ground covered with ginkgo leaves and calmly faced the light yellow butterflies flying in the forest. These butterflies are bionic self-discipline. Unit lenses, they faithfully record various scenes in the venue from all angles, and then transmit the images to the projection screen above the venue, as well as in front of the TVs in thousands of households in the Four-leaf Crystal Star Territory.

Students from the six university campuses gathered. They were arranged in the shape of six petals of snowflakes, surrounding the high platform in the middle. There was a golden Holy Grail, with roses twining on both sides of the Holy Grail, and filled with clear water.

Six student representatives walked onto the high platform, looked at each other, and then led all participating students to swear an oath according to the stone tablet under the base of the Holy Grail, saying that they would abide by the ancient and fair rules of the competition, do not cheat, do not murder, respect their opponents, do not compete passively, and work hard. Show your respective brilliance and abandon lies and deceit.

After taking the oath, the six people bowed and saluted the Holy Grail in the center, then shook hands with each other and walked off the platform.

After that, the host announced the process of the Winter Festival Competition, the arrangements of each project, and introduced the situation and results of the Winter Festival Competition in previous generations, as well as the expectations and blessings for this Winter Festival Competition.

By the time I finally finished reading these, more than half an hour had passed. Then the students from the six universities dispersed, and the high platform decorated with the Holy Grail fell down and was replaced by a square platform with patterns engraved on it.

The ‘warm-up match’ begins.

The students appearing tonight are limited to grades 2-3, and must be Sequence 4, and cannot be higher than this level. This is a stage specially set aside for the rising stars in each academy.

The winning school will receive 1 victory point, and there will be no penalty for failure. This is to encourage each school to actively arrange for people to appear, but the maximum number will not exceed 36 people.

There is no special order of competition in the warm-up match. In order to maintain the competition system, each person can only go on stage once until he is defeated.

After the start of the game, the six campus formations standing around the open space did not immediately send people to play. In such a game, it is not beneficial to be on stage in the early stage. Besides, there is enough time tonight, so there is no need to be in such a hurry.

"In that case, let's get started."

Wearing a crisp dark blue uniform that resembled a military uniform, Sweetaway stood in front of a group of Thunder Blade students. He raised his right hand, and then a student with sharp eyes walked out of the queue, walked through the falling shadow of the ginkgo tree, and came to the center. Stand still in the open space.

"Thunder Edge, second grade, Xian Zhaonan."

After he stood still, he first announced his name, and then slowly pulled out a long silver knife from his side. The blade was green and black, and the blade was wavy, reflecting bursts of cold light.

"Hmph, that's interesting."

A girl wearing a flowing golden dress and holding a folding fan sat on a gilt porcelain chair. Behind her were students wearing light brown and bright yellow block dresses.

"Then let us, the leaders of the swarm, come together to join in the chorus." She said with her eyes rolled back, and with a wave of the folding fan hanging a pendant in her hand, a girl holding a sword came out in response.

She had a light brown and reddish high ponytail, and her light brown imitation shoes stepped on the fallen leaves and walked into the open space.

Throwing down the scabbard, he pulled out one of the fiery red sword blades, flicked it gently, and then looked at the boy not far away.

"Leader of Swarms·Second Year, Isilia."

Seeing the two of them standing still and ready, the referee's voice came from overhead.

"The competition begins!"

After the words fell, the two of them stepped forward almost at the same time. The swords in their hands collided fiercely, and a few sparks popped out, followed by a harsh friction sound.

After the first fight, both of them quickly and cautiously moved away from each other without getting into a fight. Then they adjusted their positions and status again, keeping a close eye on their opponents.

At the beginning, both sides do not understand each other's situation, and close combat is very dangerous. If the opponent suddenly uses unprepared moves, they may be defeated before they can show their strength.

In this way, the two fought back and forth several times. During this period, both sides also tried long-range attacks, but they were easily dodged by each other and only chopped down a few ginkgo trees in the distance.

Perhaps he felt that he had almost understood it, and procrastinating it would only consume more magic power, which would not be good for fighting for a long time. After Xian Zhaonan crossed again, he did not retreat, but turned back quickly. The blade in his hand was like white lightning, and he pounced straight at the opponent. Get ready, Isilia.

She put her sword on her shoulder with her backhand to block the galloping long knife, but the daylight lightning still made Isilia's body numb. Then the blade was withdrawn, and there were several more chops, and she lost the opportunity. Isilia could only retreat step by step, and then a blade floated past her, leaving a long trail of blood on her shoulder. The flying blade spun again in the air and stabbed straight into her chest.

Whether it was to dodge or block, it was already too late for Isilia at this time, and she also gripped the hilt of the sword, slashed diagonally upwards, and took Xian Zhaonan's right arm straight at the moment the opponent stabbed her.

As a last resort, Xian Zhaonan could only let go, and then Isilia stepped back, pulled out the blade that had penetrated her chest, and threw it to the ground.

Seeing that she still refused to admit defeat, Xian Zhaonan shook his head, but didn't say anything. Instead, he stretched his hand into the air, and then a bolt of lightning struck Isilia's position.

Covering the wound, Isilia stepped forward again, the fiery red sword blade in her hand glowed with flames, and then swarmed toward Xian Zhaonan like a living creature.

There were several more battles, and Xian Zhaonan, who had lost his straight sword, was at a disadvantage in the battle, and finally had to admit defeat and withdraw. At this time, Isilia also fell unconscious due to excessive blood loss.

"In the first game, the leader of the swarm wins!"

Although he won, it was not cost-effective. After just one game, he had to quit.

The students from the Swarm Territory took the injured Isilia off the stage and received treatment, and then the open space became empty again.

"We were fine in the second game."

Ed snapped his finger, and then from the array behind him, a girl wearing glasses walked out. She combed her rather flamboyant dark pink braids and was wearing the uniform of Jingge Academy with white background and blue edges.

Arriving at the clearing, she opened her white coat, revealing the various devices hanging around her waist and back. Some of these metal objects resembled storage boxes, some were like jets, and some seemed to be radar scans. instrument.

Lifting the thick gun in her hand, the girl standing here kissed the silver barrel and spoke.

"Lattice Academy, second grade, Xisha."

After introducing herself, she turned her gaze, looked in the direction of St. Ingo Academy, and shook the barrel of her gun, "I want to challenge the geniuses of St. Ingo, can you help me?"

In this regard, the other students in the academy looked at it, but they had no intention of interrupting her. Anyway, it was aimed at the first-placed Saint Yingo, and the others also wanted to see how Saint Yingo would respond.

Sochins, now the student council president of St. Ingo Academy, is standing in front of the formation with his eyes closed and sword in hand. He is wearing a cape with a white background and gold edges. There are large golden round buttons and strings on the corners, like Lion's mane average.

Hearing such words, the president opened his dark golden eyes and looked directly at the girl in the open space. Then he lightly hit the ground with his sword, and a halo rose under the feet of a girl in white uniform.

"Yes, President." She walked out of the array, her pace became faster and faster, and she drew an emerald-colored metal straight sword.

"St. Ingo Year 2, Julianne."

After the two parties stood still, a voice sounded above their heads, and the competition began.

Turning the trigger under the barrel of the gun with her finger, and then gently holding it in the palm of her hand, after announcing the start, Sisha directly aimed at Julian who was suddenly coming from the opposite side and fired 5 shots in succession. Three of the bullets were blocked by the opponent's sword blade. One missed, and one landed on the opponent's shoulder, causing a blood spot.

At this time, there was still a bullet in Cissa's gun, and Julianne had already made a sudden attack. She moved the box on her waist with her left hand, revealing a small honeycomb-like ball with blue and gray modules distributed on the ball. At this time, Blue A high-frequency light lit up on the color module, and then the spherical shield spread out. When Julianne's emerald straight sword struck the shield, violent debris light spots were drawn.

In response, Julian frowned and sheathed the sword, then changed the attack formula, and a bright red brand pattern coated the sword body, and then swung the sword again, breaking through the defensive shield like cutting through butter.

Although the shield only blocked Julianne for a few seconds, this time was enough for Cisa.

She pointed the gun at Julianne, and then fired the enchanted bullet with a special marking.

Different from the previous five bullets, this bullet came out at an extremely high speed, almost instantly passing through Julianne's defense and entering her body, causing her to groan and take half a step back.

The enchanted bullets shot into the body emitted markings of interference and obstruction, causing Julian's magic power to stagnate. Taking advantage of this gap, Cissa put aside the silver short gun in her hand, pulled out two long-barreled guns from behind again, and fired one after another.

Although Julianne tried her best to dodge and block, her agility and reflexes declined severely due to the impact of the bullet in her body. In the end, due to serious injuries, she could only declare failure.

Blowing the barrel of the gun, Xisha breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes showing a bit of amusement.

It seemed that Saint Ingo was nothing more than that. She stamped her feet, picked up the guns and props thrown on the ground, then reloaded and charged, waiting for the next challenger.

Just when the members of other schools were a little eager to give it a try, a member from St. Ingo jumped in first.

He almost jumped over the leaf-strewn grass, half-knelt down in the open space, and then stood up, revealing his handsome face under the short light blond hair.

"St. Ingo Year 2, Shelley."

"Oh, he looks quite handsome. It seems like he's going to be ruthless today." Xisha rubbed her nose and turned the silver short gun clasped on her fingertips in her hand, holding it from time to time.

"The competition begins!"

After the referee's announcement, Shelley stood up and rushed to one side, which caught Xisha off guard. She originally thought that the opponent would come directly to her, but it seemed not to be the case.

While moving at high speed, it was difficult for Xisha to shoot Shelley, and the certain distance also gave Shelley a certain amount of reaction time, enough to block and dodge the sparse bullets flying towards her.

Faced with this situation, Xisha became a little nervous, and then dropped the shotgun. Just as she reached for the two guns behind her, Shelley suddenly turned around and attacked, and the crimson sword blade in her hand broke open and spread. The protective shield then slashed down sharply, and a long and narrow wound opened. Xisha was also kicked out, flew out, and hit the trunk of a ginkgo tree not far behind her.

"Xisha loses, St. Ingo gets one point!"

After the referee announced the verdict, several medical staff picked up Xisha, put her into the rescue cabin, and lifted her up to leave.

After finishing off his opponent, Shelley shook off the blood on his sword blade and stood in the open, waiting for the challenge from others.

At this time, Tilan turned to look at the members behind her, glanced over, then raised the thin snowy finger in the black sleeve, and clicked on a boy with gray-blue hair.

"You come on this time."

"Yes, President Tilan." After saying that, he took off his black hood, walked out of the crowd, and slowly pulled out the big sword on his back.

Even though he was a student, his appearance gave people a sense of having experienced many vicissitudes of life, and the sword in his hand was like an ancient tombstone, engraved with words corroded by wind and snow.

"Edith Grade 3, Tumu."

The voice was slightly hoarse, like snow slag blowing from the dead of winter.