Chapter 718: Faithful to Faith

"First point, get it."

Andrea stroked her long hair gracefully, shook off the snowflakes on her head, and said to Ashes, "I will leave the rest of the transportation to you."

"Wait...why me?" The latter widened his eyes.

"You have great strength," she said, spreading her hands. "This is a team competition, so naturally we have to work together to complete it. Listen carefully, we represent the face of Sleeping Island. If you lose the game because your moving speed is too slow, I will punish you Ten told Her Highness Tilly."

Landslide victory! Nightingale, did you see that? Andrea looked proudly at the ashes of the unconscious evil beast that could only bend down despite her dissatisfied face, and felt extremely comfortable in her heart.

After all, she couldn't move these dead things.

"Stay here and don't move, I'll be back soon," the Transcendent put the strong wild boar on his shoulders, turned around and urged.

"I know, let's go."

After Ashes left, Andrea looked up to the forest and asked, "Yezi, please tell me where the next evil beast is."

"On your right, four hundred and fifty meters away, the snow wolf species." The branches shook, "But don't you wait for her?"

"Of course not, that would be too slow." Andre pondered for a while, "Well... it's almost nine hundred paces away, and I'm leaving. Please tell her my new location later."

Ye Zi was silent for a moment, "I understand."

"Don't worry, it's just a stupid wolf. If you remind me, it won't touch me."

Even the giant hybrid species I met last time can only die in the face of her new ability - the original magic arrow is amazingly powerful, but the range is only ten steps, but now as long as the magic power is sufficient, she is enough to shoot the arrow with the same power The projectile projected hundreds of meters away, coupled with the branch ability of accurate hit, no matter how many pairs of wings the evil beast has, it cannot escape her blow.

This time, she won the game.

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"Sorry, I didn't expect him to let you participate in such trivial matters," Phyllis looked at Agatha who was walking in front, "I just responded casually."

When she first heard this proposal, she didn't think too much about it, because she had lost her sense of taste, and the chaotic drink was unattractive no matter how delicious it was. What made her agree was pure curiosity—anyway, idleness is idleness, Why not take the opportunity to observe the combat ability of the Witch Union. Unexpectedly, this hunting was actually a group competition, and her teammate was the youngest high-ranking witch Agatha ever.

"It doesn't matter, compared to staying in the laboratory all day to study magic stones, it's better to come out for activities occasionally," Agatha shrugged, "If I didn't want to waste time, I wouldn't have promised Your Majesty from the beginning."

"Is that so? Then... shall we just grab a few evil beasts and bring them back to make up the numbers?"

"How about that, this is a game."

"But didn't the mortal king say that friendship comes first and competition comes second? Everyone else agrees in the same way."

"But they don't really think so in their hearts. They can tell what those guys are paying attention to by looking at their expressions. Even if there is no chaos drink as a prize, Lightning and Andrea are not willing to lose to anyone." Agatha After a pause, "It would be fine if it was just an ordinary competition, but we are now the Taquila team, right?"

"Yes..." For some reason, Phyllis felt that the other party was full of fighting spirit.

"Since this is the case, the competition is to be won," Agatha stopped, and some ice crystals formed in her hands.

Ye Zi's voice sounded almost at the same time, "Behind you, two hundred meters away, a wolf-hawk hybrid is approaching quickly!"

Phyllis took two steps back and looked at the white snow forest behind her. With a long howl, a slender white-haired monster appeared in the snow. When it spread its wings, it seemed to be gliding on the ground, and the movement of running was reduced to the minimum. No wonder she didn't notice that there was an enemy approaching from behind.

The temperature around Agatha dropped sharply, and the snow suddenly formed a hard surface of ice. Just as the enemy was approaching, she threw the sharp ice crystals in her hand, forcing the hybrid to dodge, and then lost on the smooth ice. balance.

The high-ranking witch, however, slid lightly to the side of the monster like walking on the ground, pressed her hands on its fur, and instantly turned it into a half ice sculpture.

The flowing fighting style is indeed a genius of Taquila, Phyllis thought with admiration. Although Agatha, as a member of the Quest Society, has never experienced a real battlefield, it can still be seen that she has put in a lot of hard work in combat training. In particular, the combination of pace and ability has formed a dominant field that can take the initiative—if you fight her on the ice crystal, you will be subject to her everywhere.

"How did you find it?" Phyllis asked curiously.

"I conjure a thin slab of ice under my feet, so I can tell when something nearby steps into the snow."

"So that's how it is..." She looked at the hybrid with only its head exposed and its body covered in ice crystals, "Should I drag it to the city wall now?"

"Let's put it here, it won't freeze to death for a while, and we'll catch a few more and bring them over together," Agatha waved his hand, "We have to find the next evil beast as soon as possible."

She was serious, Phyllis realized, the young High Witch really wanted to win.

Is it because she represents Taquila's relationship? So in the future negotiations, will she lean toward Neverwinter, or the Taquila survivors?

This question made Phyllis feel uneasy.

After taking a few steps, she couldn't help but said, "Master Agatha..."

"Don't call me that, just call me by my name," Agatha turned her head. "You said that Taquila witches no longer divide their status by ability, but that everyone gets along equally?"

"Yes... Ever since Lady Eleanor sacrificed herself, fewer and fewer companions have survived, and everyone has gradually formed a consensus... Whether it is a high-level promotion of the Federation or the most ordinary original witch, they should not Then there is the barrier of identity. It was Pasha who brought it up."

"There is no exception for me," she nodded. "Looking at the members of the Witch Union as sisters, sometimes I feel that they are the successors of the new era."

"I see," Phyllis hesitated, "Can I ask you a question... How do you think about Taquila witches and Neverwinter?"

"What you want to ask is, which side am I loyal to?" Agatha stopped.

Phyllis did not avoid her eyes, which was very important to them.

"What I'm true to is what I believe in," she replied.

"belief?"

"That's right, so I hope you can move to the western border of Graycastle, and under the leadership of Roland Wimbledon, join hands with Neverwinter to fight against the devil."