Chapter 1294 Witchcraft

"That's right, smart little girl, at least three members are needed to hold a 'greet of hags'. Gudora and I can take the place of two hags, but neither of us can be the host of the assembly."

"So we must try to kidnap a real hag and force her to start the assembly ceremony. Guadora and I can join the assembly and greatly improve our spellcasting ability. In addition to our witches' own spells, we will also get special spells for the hag assembly—among them Including those spells I just mentioned."

"Of course, the 'Witches' Gathering' must also follow the rules of the 'Witches' Gathering'. People participating in the gathering must maintain a high degree of concentration, and the distance between each other must not exceed thirty feet, otherwise they will be disconnected from the public magic pool. connect."

"Since our expected assembly has only three members, which happens to be the lower limit of the number of people holding an assembly, any member leaving the assembly will lead to the collapse of the entire assembly."

After listening to Guslin's patient explanation, everyone had a deeper understanding of witches' "gathering" witchcraft, and thus understood why Guslin asked them to try to kidnap a hag and come back.

A hag is like a "key". Without this key, the witches cannot open the door leading to the meeting place.

"Aunt Guslin, even if we successfully kidnap a green hag and come back, counting you and Gudora, there are only three people participating in the rally, but there are still six hags on the enemy side. The gathering of the three of you is truly amazing. Do you want to fight against the party composed of six hags?" Joan asked seriously.

"Little mage, if you simply compare the strength of the two groups of gatherings, the party with fewer people is indeed at a disadvantage, but the personal strength of the participants in the gathering is also very important. Gudora and I, in addition to the 'gathering spell', can also cast our own mastery spells." Spells and witchcraft, the ability to continue fighting is much stronger than that of a hag."

"As for the green hags on the enemy side, their spellcasting ability is nothing to mention. Once they run out of 'gathering spells', their strength will plummet. They have to stretch their necks and wait for us to kill them!"

"So the key to this battle lies in the initial stage. As long as we can withstand the most ferocious attacks in the first few rounds of the Hag Gathering and consume their high-level spells, the longer the delay, the greater our chances of winning !"

Guasilin spewed out a puff of smoke, and then said: "In terms of assembly and confrontation, our side is indeed at a disadvantage. Fortunately, there are still you young people. If you can cause more troubles for those green hags on the battlefield, you will be able to do so. It's like helping me and Gudora reduce the pressure."

Joan thought for a while silently, and then asked Guasilin: "Is it true that the more participants in our witch gathering, the better?"

"Of course! But in the entire Gurga tribe, only Gudora and I have mastered the 'gathering' witchcraft. Unless you can kidnap more than one green hag back during this trip, it's useless to think about it." Lin replied casually.

Joan shook his head, but remained silent.

In fact, he did not agree with Guslin's conclusion.

Even if no other suitable witches can be found to participate in the gathering, even if more green hags cannot be kidnapped, Joan still has a way to increase the scale of his "witch gathering".

However, these ideas of his need to kidnap at least one green hag as a prerequisite. Before this condition is achieved, Joan doesn't want to blow out the "cowhide" first, lest the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

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At dusk in summer, the tide rises, and the misty wetlands are submerged by layers of seawater.

A wide raft, passing through the mist, quietly paddled across the water that was dyed crimson by the setting sun.

Gray Bird held the penny with both hands, and under the guidance of Gudora, he propped up the raft, and under the cover of twilight and mist, he drifted to the mangrove forest where the seven hag sisters and the bully frogmen were entrenched.

Medea and Joan were sitting in the center of the raft, followed by "Bell", the dark sound-deaf monster, and "Miss Ruby" sitting on Bell's back, ecstatically admiring the scenery on both sides of the river bank.

Joan has already dispatched the Blood Mosquito spy created by "Advanced Mosquito Finger Technique" to explore the way invisibly.

Through the eyes of the blood mosquito, Joan saw two bully frogmen squatting in the reeds ahead, as if they were specially placed sentries here.

"Should we take a detour, or fly over there and kill that bullyrog?"

Hearing Joan's warning, Gray Bird turned back and asked.

"Don't bother, just proceed according to the planned itinerary." Medea said lightly, "As for the two sentinels, leave it to me to deal with."

Gray Bird nodded, and continued to go on the pole.

Joan and Gudora looked at each other, and saw some worry in each other's eyes.

Both of them were worried that Medea would be too big, so they made preparations to take action in case of accidents.

The raft sailed into the grassy channel, scraping the reeds at the edge, making a slight sound.

Hearing the movement, a bully frogman jumped out of the grass, staring at the entrance of the river with a pair of bulging eyes.

Bullyrogs, like their amphibian cousins ​​in nature, have well-developed dynamic vision, but a narrow field of vision.

If measured by human standards, all bullyrogs are born with "short-sightedness" and cannot see clearly objects thirty feet away.

In order to observe the source of the change more clearly, the bully frog kicked a pair of muscular and thick hind limbs, jumped forward, and jumped to the raft.

When it finally saw the strange faces on the raft, it exposed itself to the gaze of the Gorgon.

"Hi, handsome guy, good evening."

Medea knelt on the raft and waved to the bewildered bullyrog sentry with a hint of mockery in her smile.

The bully frog was slightly stunned, and was about to grab the spear slung behind him with his backhand, suddenly felt stiff all over, and lost consciousness in a blink of an eye. Under Medea's gaze, he turned into a gray stone statue and quickly sank to the surface of the water. Sinking into the depths of the silt, he disappeared without a trace.

At this time, the grass on the river bank shook violently, and another bully frogman sentry poked his head out to watch.

Medea heard the movement, and was about to turn her head to cast "Petrochemical Gaze", Gudora, who had been prepared for a long time, shot first, and glared at the probing bully frogman. The other party immediately looked in a trance, grinned and yawned, and fell down in the bushes with his head up, snoring, and just fell into a deep sleep.

Gray Bird picked up the penny with both hands, and stabbed the sleeping bully frogman like a spear.

With a muffled "poof", the tip of the penny pierced through the bully frogman's chest, killing the unlucky ghost in his sleep.

Joan turned to look at Gudora.

When she hypnotized the bully frogman just now, she didn't cast any spells or chant spells, but Joan clearly felt that the distribution of magic nets around Gudora had changed dramatically, which shows that the method she used to hypnotize the bully frogman just now Tricks belong to some kind of supernatural ability.

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