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Plain of Capri.

During the period of the gods, the Sinmore wizard family betrayed humans and became the No.12 clan of the blood clan. However, not all clan members rebelled with the patriarch at that time. Three branches resolutely separated from the Sinmore family and were established. The new family is the current three witch families.

The three witch families have been living in the Capri Plain since the age of the gods. When the gods left Staru and the blood race began to control the continent, they still did not seek another territory.

Witches have lived here for generations, and Capri is not just a home for them.

So when Chelsea, Betty and the others returned to Capri with Elder Kanna, they couldn't believe their eyes when they saw this ruined home, and even Eunice frowned a little.

"Why, how did this happen?" Betty stood at the entrance of Wucheng, and she couldn't see a single intact building at all. The place was deserted and deserted, as if it was a dead city.

Obviously it wasn't like this before they left.

Kanna and other witches who escaped from the dead were very calm about Wucheng's appearance. In order to capture them, the blood clan sent three generations of blood clans. The elders in the clan either died in battle or were captured. They kept praying for miracles along the way, but it was obvious that there were no miracles in the continent of Staru.

"Don't cry." Kana glanced at the young witch who couldn't help crying behind her, and said in a low voice, "Go and find out if there are any survivors."

There are a lot of witches, and although the attack power of witchcraft is not strong, the ability to hide breath and avoid tracking is still very powerful. She doesn't believe that the blood family has the ability to capture all the witches.

Hearing Kanna's words, the witches wiped away their tears and began to search for people in the city. Betty and Chelsea also joined the search team. Eunice and Camille did not follow them to search for people, but returned to their Anderson residence. The place.

"The blood clan is really vicious." Camille hugged the skeleton mouse with a sad expression on her face, "If sister Betty's people all die, she must be very sad."

Although Eunice didn't speak, her expression was very ugly. Obviously, she was also worried about whether Betty could bear the death of her tribe.

The territory where Anderson lives is also in ruins, and it is more serious than Garcia and Morgan. There are almost no traces of similar houses here.

Camille walked to a ruin, kicked the gravel on the ground, and complained in a low voice, "My poor house, I hate blood."

Eunice glanced at Camille and said displeasedly: "Stop dawdling, and see if Elder Molly and the others are still alive."

Camille was used to Eunice's fierce attitude. She bent down and cleared an open space among the ruins, then put the skeleton mouse on the ground, took out her staff and chanted a spell in a low voice.

A black air appeared above the skull mouse's head and slowly drilled in. Suddenly, two green flames burst out from the skull mouse's eyes. It circled Camille fawningly, and then lowered its head and burrowed into the soil.

Camille sat on the ground holding the staff and waited patiently.

Eunice leaned against a long-withered tree with her hands folded, looking up at the sky, wondering what she was thinking.

After an unknown amount of time, the skeleton mouse finally emerged from the ground, along with a skeleton squirrel.

Camille's eyes lit up, and she happily said to Eunice, "Elder Molly is still alive."

Elder Molly is still alive, which means that there must be survivors among the witches of the Garcia family.

After all, no matter what happened, the witches of the Anderson family would never abandon the Garcia family.

"Great." Camille picked up the Skeleton Mouse and stomped happily, "I'm going to tell Sister Betty the good news."

The Morgan family, like the Anderson family, has its own unique contact method. Chelsea found an open space and tried to contact an elder. After waiting anxiously, they finally got a response.

In the battle with the Blood Clan in Witch City, the three Witch families combined suffered nearly one-third of the casualties, one-third was taken away, and only one-third of the remaining clansmen remained.

Among them, the witches of the Anderson family had the least casualties, and those who were captured by the blood clan accounted for a small number. Garcia, with the protection of Anderson, also guarded many clansmen. Only the Morgan clan suffered heavy casualties.

The witches gathered together again, but the atmosphere seemed a little stiff, especially the Morgan family and the Anderson family. When the two met, the smell of fire and medicine could hardly be concealed.

Kana put away the joy of seeing the clansmen, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

A witch from the Morgan family glanced at the witch from the Anderson family, and said blankly: "The Anderson family violated the family rules of the witch family and practiced dark magic without authorization."

Just because Betty, whose clansmen were still alive, heard this sentence, the smile on her face froze for an instant, and she involuntarily leaned towards Karna.

"What happened to us practicing dark magic?" Witch Anderson spread her hands, and said with a half-smile: "You can stand here alive, shouldn't you be grateful to us witches who violated the rules?"

"Why, do you still want to drive us all out of the witch clan?"

The Morgen witch who spoke before was silent. The witches of Anderson were indeed responsible for escaping the capture of the blood clan. Therefore, before Kanna and the others came back, the relationship between the three clans was only a little stiff and did not break.

Of course, this is also directly related to the fact that the patriarchs of the three families were all killed and some elder elders disappeared, because no one can suppress the witches of the three families to make such an important decision at this moment.

Not even Karna can call the shots.

The surviving elders of the witch tribe gathered together to discuss something with serious faces. Betty walked away alone, found a fairly clean stone and sat down, holding a piece of parchment in her hand and wanted to write something, but Finally took it back.

She took out the ruby ​​Cynthia gave her from the space gem, raised her head and put it in front of her eyes, staring at the not so clear sky in a daze.

Eunice's voice suddenly came from behind her, "Is that why you like that protoss?"

Her voice was full of displeasure.

Betty put the ruby ​​down, turned her head to look at Eunice for a while, stepped aside, and whispered, "I just like this gem."

Eunice did not go to sit down, but stared at Betty condescendingly with her arms folded.

Betty sighed under her gaze, and whispered: "Eunice, I know you are also practicing dark magic."

Eunice's eyes became deep, and her flat tone was mixed with a trace of tension, "And then? Do you also think we should be expelled from the witch clan?"

Betty was silent for a while, a little confused, "I don't want you to be expelled from the witch clan."

"No one can drive me out of the witch family except you." Hearing Betty say this, Eunice felt relieved. She came over and sat beside Betty, resting her head on her shoulder and yawning. The witch To her, it was just an identity, as long as Betty was not angry, it didn't matter to her whether she was a witch or not.

Betty reached out and touched Eunice's hair, thought for a while and said, "Although you practice dark magic, I know that you were not the one who killed Patriarch William in Harz City."

Eunice looked up at Betty, and there was a gentle smile on the corner of Betty's mouth, "Because I know you won't do anything to make me angry."

Eunice hooked her lips, and the smile on her face was rarely clouded, "I don't bother to kill those weak humans."

Betty's mood also improved because of Eunice's smile. She reached out and stroked Eunice's hair with a hint of worry in her tone, "However, the power of darkness is still too dangerous."

The power of darkness will swallow people's will, and the longer they are in contact with the power of darkness, the more they will ignore blood and death.

"Isn't surviving on this continent more dangerous than being exposed to the power of darkness?" Eunice pulled Betty down with her hand, pressed it against her forehead, stared into her eyes, and said in a serious tone, "Betty, the weak do not choose to live and die of power."

The power of darkness can make them stronger. For Eunice, this is just a means for her to survive.

Betty was slightly taken aback, and originally wanted to refute Eunice, but when she glanced at the Anderson family's witch team out of the corner of her eye, she couldn't speak.

Chelsea walked over from Kana and other elders. She stood about ten meters away from Betty and Eunice, and shouted expressionlessly: "Betty."

Betty pushed Eunice away, looked up at Chelsea, then got up and walked over, asking with concern: "Has the discussion reached a result?"

Chelsea shook her head, "No."

Betty sighed, "Then what shall we do next?"

The blood race is hunting the alien race, and they can't stay here anymore.

"I suggested to the elders to ask the wolf clan for help." Chelsea looked at the ruins in front of him, his expression was a little confused, but he soon regained his firmness. "The blood clan must still have our clansmen in their hands, and we have to save them."

Her grandmother, Elder Hetty, has some friendship with Helen, the current patriarch of the wolf clan. It would be great if the wolf clan could help them for the sake of their old friends.

The icy lake has turned into a deep pit, and all the underground tunnels have collapsed. The blood pool has long since dried up. The blood coffin inside has been turned into fly ash under the power of Andre's darkness. The elves and werewolves searched here for three days, but there is no evidence See what the blood race wants to do.

When the elves and werewolves searched, Cynthia had been in a deep sleep and did not wake up until the early morning of the fourth day.

Although the bed made of vines was not very soft, it was very comfortable to lie on. When Cynthia opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a piece of green and delicate flowers in full bloom among the green branches and leaves.

I have to say that after a long sleep, what you see when you open your eyes is a beautiful scenery like a picture scroll, which can really make people feel happy.

Cynthia sat up, moved her arms and legs, and looked at the arm that had recovered without a single scar, even she felt miraculous.

However, that sacrificial spell was really weird the more I thought about it.

A gust of wind blew Cynthia's long silver hair scattered on the bed, and footsteps were suddenly heard on the bridge. Cynthia raised her head slightly and found that it was Olivia.

Olivia walked to the bed, looked down at Cynthia, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Cynthia thought for a while, raised her hand to her forehead, and said in a weak voice, "My head hurts."

Olivia looked at her expressionlessly.

Cynthia peeked at Olivia's expression, seeing that she was not fooled, she put her hand down, and said with a smile: "It's just a joke, your expression is too serious."

She reached out and patted the bed, motioning for Olivia to come and sit down.

Seeing that she was not feeling uncomfortable, Olivia looked away. She raised her hand slightly, and a wooden table and two chairs appeared on the bridge. She walked to the table and sat down, pouring herself a glass of nectar.

Seeing that she was not coming, Cynthia got up by herself, went to sit down opposite her.

She rested her chin on one hand and stared at Olivia without blinking her golden eyes. Olivia, who was drinking nectar, was a little uncomfortable being stared at by her. She put down the cup and asked with a frown: "Look What am I doing?"

She raised her hand and pushed the cup in front of Cynthia.

Cynthia was not interested in the sweet-scented nectar, but she looked away when she saw that Olivia was a little angry. She reached out and grabbed the cup to play with it, and said in a casual tone, "When I was using the sacrifice, I was always thinking about it. There will never be a chance to see you again."

Olivia paused holding the cup, her eyes complicated, "You..."

"After all, it would be a pity to lose sight of a beauty like Her Majesty the Queen." Cynthia's red lips curled slightly, her raised eyes were stained with a smile, and she joked, "So I want to take a closer look."

Olivia's face sank, and she moved her hand on the table, but she didn't throw Cynthia down, she just snorted coldly, "Frivolous."

Cynthia laughed softly, and said softly, "After all, I escaped death by a narrow margin. Please forgive me, Your Majesty the Queen."

Olivia glanced at her, then looked away, took a sip of nectar from the cup.

The morning sun was not glaring. The orange light shrouded Cynthia and softened her overly delicate facial features a lot. She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her soft and rosy lips raised slightly. The noble and elegant temperament of the Protoss is fully reflected in her body.

This protoss is also very pleasing to the eye even when he is not talking. Olivia glanced at Cynthia from the corner of her eye, rubbed the cup in her hand, and thought absently.

Olivia has the habit of drinking nectar every morning. Cynthia originally wanted to stay quietly and let her enjoy this time, but Olivia looked at her from time to time, which made her feel funny and at the same time Can't help but want to tease her.

Cynthia looked up, saw that Olivia had only gone down a third of the nectar, raised her eyebrows, and asked with a smile: "Is today's nectar not to your taste?"

Olivia glanced at her cup, shook her head, "No."

"Then why are you drinking so slowly?" Cynthia thought for a while, then pursed her lips and said, "Could it be because you are too worried about me, so you don't even have the mood to drink nectar?"

Olivia frowned, and denied it without thinking: "No."

She really didn't have the heart to drink nectar during this time, but Olivia didn't admit that it had anything to do with Cynthia.

"I just don't want to drink it." Olivia saw that Cynthia kept looking at her and smiling, and suddenly felt that the half cup of nectar in her hand was an eyesore. She raised her hand and put the cup into the space gem.

"Really?"

Olivia nodded, "Of course."

"Are you really not worried about me?" Cynthia raised her hand to grab Olivia's wrist, and asked seriously with a smile on her face.

Olivia was taken aback by her suddenly serious tone. Seeing that her expression was serious without any hint of teasing, her light green eyes lowered slightly, she was silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "...not worried Bar."

Are they not allies?Worrying about allies... is also a normal thing.