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Dark creatures are loathed by all races, among which the witch clan rejects them more than other races. After the gods left the Startu continent, all races except the blood clan fell into a crisis of genocide, and the witch clan was no exception.

At that time, the head of the Morgan family, who had already practiced divination at a high level, did it at the cost of consuming vitality in order to see whether the witch clan had a future. Only halfway through, he regretted passing away because his vitality was exhausted, but he left behind a family rule before he passed away.

The family rules stipulate that no matter what happens to the witch family, they are forbidden to touch the power of darkness. Whether it is Morgan, Garcia, or Anderson, they must strictly abide by it.

Violators are directly expelled from the witch family.

During the hundreds of years of fleeing under the hands of the blood clan, the witches of the three major families have always abided by this family rule, and no one dared to violate it.

Camille's behavior of raising monsters is already on the verge of being banned.

Chelsea stood up from the stone and walked towards Camille and Eunice with a serious face.

Seeing that their small group of witches was going to have a "meeting" again, Cynthia shook her head slightly, and looked away disinterestedly. Sarah yawned next to her ears. Cynthia saw that her eyes were full of exhaustion, so she took it from the space gem. He brought out a heavy cloak for her, and said softly, "You sleep here for a while."

Sarah held the cloak and stared at Cynthia, thinking of the powerful little flame, hesitating to speak.

She's sleepy and tired now, but she doesn't really want to sleep.

She wanted to ask Cynthia how to use this flame now. During the days of being imprisoned, Sarah hated her own weakness, and she also wanted to have the ability to protect herself like an elf or a werewolf.

She didn't want to have no resistance when she met the vampire and could only wait to be caught. Even if counterattack would bring death, she also wanted to show her blunt claws to the vampire who grabbed her.

Cynthia saw Sarah's entanglement, smiled slightly, and said softly: "You should have a good rest first, and I will teach you how to use the flame after you have recovered enough energy."

She pulled up the cloak on her body for Sarah, her eyes stayed on the small stone she wore around her neck for a while, she hooked the straw rope with her index finger, and asked, "Can you give this to me?"

Sarah was staring at Cynthia in front of her in a daze, and was taken aback when she heard her words, then nodded quickly, "Yes, yes."

She untied the straw rope and handed it to Cynthia, put her hands on her lap and twisted them unconsciously, and said gratefully: "It's nice to meet you, Cynthia."

Although it was the first time for them to meet, perhaps because of their relationship with the same family and Cynthia's calmness and calmness, she slowly found a landing point for her uneasy and panicked mood.

It's as if as long as you stay by this person's side... Those blood races are not so scary anymore.

All the humans in Nobby City have been moved out, and after giving Sarah a place to rest, there is no quiet place to stay nearby. Cynthia didn't want to listen to the meeting of the small group of witches. An elf was playing, thought for a while, then turned and walked over there.

The elves are ruthless when facing the blood clan, and full of kindness when facing the imprisoned human beings, but when they are alone with the clansmen, they return to their innocent nature. Cynthia did not go too deep into the woods, but just stood on the edge, staring at The young elves laughing and playing in the forest unconsciously softened their eyes.

It turns out that this continent is not only ugly and dark, but because it is covered by darkness, these beauties are not easy to reveal.

Cynthia stood in the woods for a while, when a vine suddenly hung down from the nearby tree, and the vine slightly stretched and poked Cynthia's arm.

Cynthia glanced sideways, raised her head along the vine, and met the eyes of the elf girl lying on the branch who was looking down at her curiously. Looking at those clear eyes, she was stunned for a moment, habitually Raising the corners of his mouth, his smile was too good-looking, "Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you."

Pointing to the back, she explained, "There's nowhere to rest outside."

The elf girl jumped down from the tree trunk, walked around Cynthia, and said with a smile: "Our Majesty the Queen wants to see you."

Cynthia was really stunned this time, but she quickly realized and said with a subtle expression: "The elf queen wants to see me?"

She told Betty that she wanted to witness the elf queen's demeanor again, but she never thought that the opportunity would come so soon.

The elf girl nodded and looked at Cynthia suspiciously, "Don't you want to go?"

"How could it be?" Cynthia bowed gracefully and said with a smile, "It's my honor."

Why did she refuse the invitation of the number one beauty in Staru Continent?

The elf girl took Cynthia to the depths of the woods. Elves are naturally very sensitive to the breath of nature. The elf girl walked backwards in front of Cynthia to lead her. The dense trees did not cause her any trouble.

Cynthia could feel the elf girl's eyes turning back and forth on her face, she raised her hand to touch her face, raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Is there something on my face?"

The elf girl smiled and shook her head. She shook her long braid behind her back, her eyes sparkled, and she said bluntly, "So the Protoss looks so good-looking."

Cynthia smiled lightly, and said softly: "Elves are the most beautiful race on this continent."

The elf girl blinked at Cynthia, put her face in her hands, and said with a smile: "My twin flowers are about to bloom, do you want to go play with me in the elves."

The strong expectation in her eyes made Cynthia hesitate, who wanted to respond politely. She asked, "What are twin flowers?"

The elf girl smiled shyly, and was about to explain, when a green fruit flew from a distance and hit her on the top of her head, at the same time a somewhat serious voice rang in their ears, "Lena, don't mess around."

Lina shrank her neck, turned around and jumped onto the tree to escape, and disappeared after a few strokes, leaving Cynthia standing there with an inexplicable expression on her face.

Many vines suddenly drilled out of the ground under their feet, and the vines weaved a bridge out of thin air in the air. The other end of the bridge seemed to go straight to the sky. Looking up, there was only a faint white figure standing at the end.

An older elf came out from behind the bridge, nodded to Cynthia and said, "Her Majesty is waiting for you up there."

Cynthia slowly withdrew her gaze from the white figure. She smiled politely at the elf, and seemed not dissatisfied with the almost endless bridge. Instead, she untied the obstructive cloak and stepped forward up.

The bridge woven with vines is very steep, and walking on it will be a little wobbly. Cynthia tried her best to stabilize her body, and patiently climbed the countless steps, calmly, and occasionally stopped to observe the open clusters on the vines. Clusters of white flowers.

The dark clouds above the head were suddenly blown away by a gust of wind, and a round moon appeared above the head. Cynthia raised her eyes slightly. Ten meters in front of her, Olivia was standing in the moonlight, looking at her quietly.

The silver-white moonlight seemed to cover her with a layer of silver gauze, and the white dress blended into the moonlight, clean and beautiful. When Cynthia saw Olivia for the first time, only this flashed in her mind. two words.

"Her Majesty's way of entertaining guests is somewhat unique." Cynthia naturally took a few steps towards Olivia, shortened the distance between the two, and complained in a joking tone.

Although she was complaining, but because the smile on her face was too sincere and her voice was very soft, it didn't arouse Olivia's disgust.

"What's your name?" Olivia raised her hand slightly, and a wooden table and a chair appeared between her and Cynthia. She walked over to pick up the bottle on the table, and poured herself a glass of sweet nectar , said lightly: "Is this treat okay?"

"My name is Cynthia." Cynthia walked over, did not sit down, but looked at Olivia across the table, and said with a smile.

Olivia looked at Cynthia's smiling golden eyes, and felt that the protoss in front of her seemed a little too gentle.

People who are too gentle are often not cruel enough, and survival in this continent currently requires this kind of thing.

Olivia lowered her eyes, reached out and handed the nectar to Cynthia, turned her back to her and raised her eyes to stare at the night sky, her cold voice was somewhat alienated, "As a protoss, do you know your origin?"

Cynthia took the nectar and didn't drink it, but lowered her head and sniffed its aroma, "Know something."

"What do you think about the claim that the Protoss may be a race created by the Goddess of Light?"

Cynthia froze for a moment, then shook her head honestly, "This is the first time I've heard of such a statement."

Olivia glanced at her sideways, "The goddess of light is one of the three main gods. When ruling this continent together with the mother of the earth and the god of darkness, the light has the upper hand. The power of light not only has a strong attack power It also has a strong healing ability, it is the only nemesis of the power of darkness."

Olivia's ethereal voice like a clear spring in the mountains is a kind of enjoyment for the listener after being tainted with coldness. Cynthia rubbed the cup in her hand, her eyes fell on Olivia unconsciously, slightly I'm in a daze, I don't know what I'm thinking about.

"After the Goddess of Light went to the God's Domain, the power of light disappeared in the Sistatu continent, but in fact it still exists, but no one can discover it and use it."

After Olivia finished speaking, she was waiting for Cynthia's response, but she waited for a while, but she didn't wait for Cynthia to speak. She couldn't help turning her head to look, and found that she was absent-minded, as if she wasn't listening to her at all. His brows frowned suddenly, "Are you listening to me?"

Cynthia regained her composure slightly, curled her lips and said, "I'm listening."

Olivia's eyes turned cold when she obviously recovered, and it seemed that there was no need to continue the conversation. She turned around blankly, and was about to call the elves guarding below to come up and send Cynthia away when a voice suddenly came from behind her. Cynthia had a slightly helpless voice, "Don't be angry, I'm really listening."

angry?Olivia was taken aback for a moment. It was the first time someone put this word on herself, which made her feel a little baffled.

How could a strange protoss affect her emotions?

Olivia frowned and was about to say something when she caught a glimpse of white light from the corner of her eye, stopping her words.

Cynthia handed the small flame in her palm to Olivia, seeing the slight irritation between her brows, the corners of her mouth raised unconsciously, and the beautiful face became more vivid after being stained with emotion.

She tried to float the white flame in front of Olivia, and said with a smile, "Is this the power of light you mentioned?"

Olivia stared at the flames in front of her, the slight anger between her brows had dissipated, her eyes were slightly deep, she nodded slowly, "Yes, this is it."