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There are a total of more than 1 blood slaves imprisoned in Nobby City, of which there are less than ten werewolves and elves, and most of the rest are humans.

The flames burned the pure white and gorgeous castle into black charcoal. The rescued humans crowded the streets densely. The young elves walked through the crowd with a branch in their hands. Tap them lightly, and light green rays of light fly out from the tops of the branches, delivering pure life force to seriously ill humans.

Joanna stood on the city wall, looked down at the busy elves in the crowd, shook her head slightly, and said to herself, "What a beautiful and kind elves."

Although her words were praises, her tone was neither salty nor weak.

The werewolves were basking in the sun outside the city, and Joanna stared at the elves below for a while before retracting her gaze. She raised her eyes to glance at the sky, and when she was about to order the people to leave, a gray wolf jumped up from below. Said to Joanna: "Deputy patriarch, there is a witch looking for you below."

"Witch?" Joanna was a little surprised. She looked in the direction pointed by the gray wolf, and she saw a petite figure in the corner of the city wall. The big black robe was indeed the clothes that only the witch clan likes to wear.

Joanna squinted her eyes, and didn't intend to go down, but asked Gray Wolf, "What did she say?"

The gray wolf obviously hadn't had enough sun, so it jumped up and lay down, with its two paws resting on its chin, and replied: "She said that there is something she wants to ask you to give to Patriarch Helen."

After hearing that there was something to be handed over to Patriarch Helen, Joanna's attitude changed a bit. She raised her hand and patted Gray Wolf's head, and said in a low voice: "I'll go down and have a look, you go and inform the others, we Set off back to the territory in a while."

When Joanna came down from the city wall, Chelsea still raised her head and stared at it seriously, unaware that the person she was waiting for had already arrived behind her.

Joanna stood behind Chelsea and looked her up and down, shaking her head slightly. Although the witches are a bit stronger than humans, for them werewolves, this ability is really not enough.

Considering the witch's thin physique, the werewolf could probably be crushed to death with only one hand.

"Which family are you a witch?" Joanna took the initiative to remind Chelsea that she was standing behind her.

Chelsea was startled when she heard Joanna's voice from behind. She turned around and looked at Joanna with a hint of excitement in her calm expression, "Hi, I'm the young lady of the Morgan family. Lord, Chelsea."

"My maternal grandmother was Elder Hetty."

Elder Hetty... Joanna lowered her eyes and recalled, and a figure appeared in her mind. She nodded slowly and said with a smile: "I know your grandmother."

Hetty Morgan, said to be the elder with the most powerful witchcraft in the witch tribe, once rescued the tribe from three generations of blood tribes and led them to escape from the pursuit successfully.

At that time, their way of escape happened to pass through the werewolf territory, and they were helped by some werewolves.

It was the first time that Joanna saw a witch with such a great ability, so she was still a little impressed.

"Your grandmother is very powerful." Joanna praised sincerely. Being able to escape the pursuit of three generations of blood clan is enough to prove the ability of a witch.

It's just a pity that in the past thousand years, the witch clan has only produced one "Elder Hetty", and as far as Joanna knows, Elder Hetty passed away more than ten years ago.

The lifespan of the witch race is better than that of humans, but they are not immortal.

Hetty Morgan is the pride of their clan, so under Joanna's sincere praise, Chelsea couldn't help showing a smile on her face, "Grandmother still remembers how Patriarch Helen helped the witch clan before she died. .”

She took out a letter from the space gem, solemnly handed it to Joanna, and said seriously: "This is a letter left by my grandmother, please pass it on to Patriarch Helen for me."

Joanna glanced at the sealed envelope, reached out to take it, and said softly: "I feel very sorry for Elder Hetty's passing away. I will definitely deliver this letter to Patriarch Helen."

Chelsea thanked her gratefully, exchanged some polite greetings with Joanna before turning and leaving.

Joanna stared at Chelsea's back until it disappeared. She raised the envelope to look at it, threw it into the space gem, and then turned into a white wolf and ran towards the tribe.

After the werewolves withdrew, the humans in the city began to evacuate outside the city. Betty had been helping the elves to treat humans, and was so busy running around.

When Chelsea found Cynthia, she was sitting on a bluestone, with her palms slightly curled up against her chin, staring tenderly and intently at the silver-haired girl opposite her, listening carefully to her miserable experience along the way, and occasionally stopped sobbing when the girl stopped When I was there, I said a few words of comfort in a soft voice.

When did another protoss appear... Chelsea walked up to Cynthia and sat down, looked at Sarah opposite with a blank expression, and whispered to Cynthia next to her, "Your people."

Cynthia nodded. Seeing that Sarah was a little afraid of Chelsea's arrival, she comforted her in time, "She is my friend, a very powerful witch named Chelsea."

Chelsea gave Sarah a hand, correcting Cynthia's words in a flat tone, "It's not a very powerful witch."

Sarah looked at her hand, held it tentatively, and did not let go.

Chelsea tilted her head and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Sarah shook her head quickly, "It's nothing." She withdrew her hand, but facing Chelsea, she no longer had the fear she had just now.

Cynthia saw that Sarah had been staring down at her hand, thinking of something, her eyes flickered, she got up and sat down next to Sarah, lowered her eyes to think for a while, and said solemnly: "Sarah, Chelsea is me. My friend, you don't have to test her."

Cynthia's serious tone surprised Sarah, and she quickly explained: "I, I'm just a little scared, I didn't mean it."

She clutched her palm tightly, a little uneasy, "I can only sense her emotions, I don't have the ability to peek into her memory."

Sure enough... the touch of the palm can allow the Protoss to peek into a part of the memory of the other party, which is an innate talent of the Protoss.

But it can only perceive emotions, Cynthia frowned, and asked: "You can only perceive emotions?"

Sarah nodded with a downcast face, "Grandmother said my aptitude is not very good."

Cynthia touched her chin with her hand, pondered for a while, lowered her voice and said in a voice that only two people could hear, "Then do you know how to do this?"

She stretched out her left hand from the cloak, silently chanted a spell, and a small white flame appeared in her palm. Cynthia stared at Sarah, observing her expression, with faint expectation in her expression.

But to Cynthia's disappointment, Sarah looked confused after seeing Little Flame, "What is this?"

The breath from the flame attracted her to approach, Sarah stretched out her hand to touch the flame blankly, as if her fingers were soaked in warm water, she murmured unconsciously: "This feels so comfortable."

Seeing that Sarah didn't know what this little flame was, all the anticipation in her eyes disappeared, but seeing that Sarah was very interested in the white flame, she smiled and said, "Do you want to learn? I can teach you." .”

She put the small flame in her hand on Sarah's palm, rested her chin on one hand, and said with a smile: "I think it should be useful against blood races, although I haven't found a chance to try it yet."

Sarah was staring at the flame in her palm curiously. When she heard Cynthia's words, she was a little surprised and asked, "Can it still be used against blood races?"

Cynthia smiled and nodded, "Of course."

After thinking for a while, she raised her eyes, glanced around, and soon found Betty running around in the crowd.

Cynthia said softly to Sarah: "You wait for me here." Then she got up and strode towards Betty.

Sarah raised her head, her eyes followed Cynthia's figure, she watched as she walked up to a brown-red-haired witch, lowered her head and said a few words to her, then naturally raised her hand and patted her on the shoulder before turning back , a little at a loss in my heart.

Cynthia walked up to Sarah and sat down, motioning for Sarah to keep silent. She stared at the ground and waited quietly for a while. A skeleton mouse came out of the ground without warning, and quickly threw it at Cynthia. A brightly colored boa constrictor.

Cynthia had expected it a long time ago. Almost at the moment when the skeleton rat came out, she had already whispered a spell, and a white flame landed on the top of the boa constrictor's head, instantly burning it to ashes.

Cynthia pursed her lips in satisfaction at the power of the flames.

Sarah looked at all this in shock, and said blankly: "It's amazing..."

Sitting on the rock opposite them, Chelsea, who watched the whole process, silently raised her head, and soon found the owner of the skeleton mouse—Camille.

Camille and Eunice were not interested in saving humans, but they didn't want to be too far away from Betty, so they stayed 20 meters away from Betty.

Just now when Cynthia ran to talk to Betty, the two of them looked straight at her.

Seeing Eunice's gloomy face, Chelsea frowned. Eunice was too possessive of Betty, and this pathological possessiveness always made Chelsea feel very dangerous.

She was worried that Betty would be hurt by it.

"This python is a monster."

Sarah's voice brought Chelsea back from her trance. She turned her head, stared at Sarah and frowned and asked, "What did you say?"

"I have seen that kind of python. Although its size is the same as that of an ordinary snake, it is actually a monster." Sarah pointed to the flame in her palm and said excitedly: "This flame is really powerful, my grandmother said , this kind of monster is as powerful as the Seventh Generation Blood Race."

This little flame can destroy monsters whose strength is similar to that of the seventh-generation blood clan. Although it surprised Cynthia, she is more concerned about another matter now. She raised her eyes to Chelsea, frowned and said, "Monsters are not dark creatures." Is it?"

She remembered what Chelsea said, except for the vampires, other races hated dark creatures. Why would Camille raise such monsters?

And... Cynthia glanced in the direction where Camille was. If Sarah hadn't recognized it, she wouldn't have known that the "prank" Camille had been playing with her was so vicious.