Fairy’s Box

Chapter 61: catch you

Whoosh! The crow, which is larger than the half-length of its kind, swept across the stream, picked up a small fish, swallowed it in mid-air, and did not dare to fly forward without a pause.

Almost, just a little bit, you can use the spell to remove this old body and restore your youthful beauty!

Hecate swallowed the stench of fish, blood dripped in his heart, and searched the streets and alleys of Thrace by himself, and finally found such a young girl with no background and not very good brains. After spending countless money and energy, casting nightmare spells and changing death spells, everything went so smoothly, how could it be tracked all of a sudden.

The grown-up said that no one can recognize his twisted spells. Could it be a high-ranking goblin who happened to pass by? Impossible, in the tyrant's jurisdiction, it is absolutely impossible for high-ranking elves to stay in the mortal world. Why is that? Why was found out, why! ? I hate it so much!

After racking his brains, he couldn't make up his mind, the crow made a series of bleak chirps, flapping its wings and rising into the sky.

In any case, she hasn't lost yet. The life and mana that she has drawn in bits and pieces in a few days is enough to live for a few more years, and it's a big deal to come back several times in the future.

A few minutes later, the black phantom traveled from far to near, and rushed to the stream with a gust of speed, a breeze blew, and after a short pause, the shooting star strode toward the direction where the crow left.

As soon as they chased and fled, the white horse passed the gap, the sun went down, and then it rose again. Under the scorching sun, the witch Hecate opened her beaks, exhaled white air, and soared past like a tight string, daring not to rest for a second. A few hours ago, she couldn't get through the exhaustion, but after a few minutes of rest, the "hunter" who was chasing after her was close to a long distance.

Such a perverted physical strength must be a knight without a doubt, and even the slightest slack will kill him!

The two have been heading eastward, stretching almost to the whole of Asia Minor. The witches fly in the uninhabited mountains. The terrain is rugged and supplies are difficult to supply.

Yale chased it very hard. When he was thirsty, he looked for a source of water on the spot. When he was hungry, he killed a few wild animals, and the black flames swallowed them whole as soon as they were roasted.

Reina's curse has not been cleared, he just used the counter-spell to lock the position of the curser, and everything can only be solved after the culprit is caught.

New hatred added to old hatred, the young man swallowed the half-cooked bird meat in his throat, secretly ruthless, as long as he caught that witch, he would definitely be stripped of his skin and bones.

In the evening of the second day, large swaths of snowflakes fell from the dim sky. In an instant, mountains, fields, and villages were all shrouded in white snow.

In the middle of the night, the crow that Hecate turned into fell with a plop, and half of his body was buried in the snow. After a while, a bloated old woman crawled out.

Staggering forward in the snow, she kept running forward, sweat dripping from her cheeks, hitting her dry, somewhat pale lips, melting with the snow. Under the moonlight, the snow was shimmering with silvery white light, and the witch in the black robe looked extremely dazzling.

Staggering forward a few steps, Hecate collapsed without strength, her head was stuffed in the snow, and the cold touch calmed her down:

I am afraid that there is no way to escape, so far, I can only fight to the death!

In the dim eyes of the old witch, there was ferocity and unwillingness, as well as a trace of despair. She took out a straw man from her bosom, bit her fingertips, smeared several spells, and threw it in the air.

The grass figurine floated behind Hecate's head with a hazy blood light. Then she calmly took out a tube of green mucus and smeared it all over her body, not letting go of the most private corners. The straw man floated in the air and did the same:

"The faceless king, blinds the eyes of the living!"

A few wisps of blue smoke rose from the snow, and Hecate's body disappeared in place. In the empty snow, the hoarse and sharp sound of the witch echoed everywhere.

There were dense and powerful footsteps not far away, and a figure was as fast as the wind, and the long snow fluttered in all directions, as if a huge fuse was ignited.

"Huh? Why are the footprints gone?" Yale stopped and found that the witch's messy footprints disappeared a few meters in front, as if he had disappeared in place.

"It's this kid! It's him! He ruined everything for himself, and ended up with this virtue." On the side, Hecate, who was invisible, stared at the young man with resentment, and the unforgettable hatred was churning in her heart.

The invisibility spell has a limited time, so it must be resolved quickly!

Taking out the poisoned dagger from her sleeve, the witch held her breath and slowly floated towards the other party in the direction of the wind.

Without realizing it, Yale walked straight forward, walked to the place where the footprints disappeared, and crouched down, as if trying to find clues.

"Go to hell!" Hecate grinned and stabbed his dagger.

At this moment, the other party suddenly raised his head and showed a cold smile. She suddenly felt bad, a chill surged into her heart, and her body quickly receded.

"Caught you!" A big iron pincer-like hand slammed into the witch's wrist, and Yale stood up with a big laugh: "I can smell the smell of old age on your body from miles away. "

At the same time, pull back the right hand and lift the knee at the same time, and hit the witch's lower abdomen with a heavy blow! Her face was immediately contorted and deformed like a pinched tomato.

Not having fun, he was about to smash down with a punch, but when the white smoke exploded in his hand, a straw man fell into his hand, and Hecate flashed on the snow dozens of feet away.

As soon as he grasped the broken grass man, Yale twisted his heels and faced the old witch: "Stupid puppet? I didn't expect you to have this kind of ability."

"The opponent is the elite knight of the obelisk. If you are not careful, it is really not good." The witch replied with a miserable smile.

"Release the curse immediately, and I will let you die." He issued an ultimatum.

"If you want me to lift the spell, you have to cut off your arms and back three hundred miles!" Hecate grabbed his stomach and struggled to stand up.

Before he could settle down, a phantom flashed past, his abdomen was hit hard again, a mouthful of bruises was sprayed out, and his bloated body popped out more than ten feet. After falling to the ground, a big hand grabbed the top of her head and lifted it up in the air:

"You have to be clear, I'm not bargaining with you."

The witch arched her body and vomited blood in a big mouth. The originally ugly facial features were twisted together, making it even more abhorrent. After a while, she suddenly let out a series of sharp laughter, like the harsh sound of a knife cutting through glass, echoing in the night sky.

If it wasn't for his own end, how could it be possible to attack the students of the Obelisk. If you are patient, you may have found a young woman with mana in the countryside, and the spell was successful. Youth and mana, money and status... hate! hatred! hatred! ...Since you care about her so much, let her go to **** with me!

Yale heard impatiently, used the skill of the finger cone, and slammed the witch's heavenly cover tightly.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and it was replaced by a painful howl. Hecate was drooling at the corners of his mouth, rolled his eyes, and kicked his limbs indiscriminately: "After tonight, she will die! She will die! She will die!"

"It seems that I have been underestimated." The young man sighed slowly, his expression became cold and stern, and instantly broke all the other's joints and abandoned it on the ground:

"For the first time in the obelisk, we will all undergo a type of exercise called pain training. Now, I will let you try the power-enhanced version."

After a brief period of calm, the witch's continuous wailing resounded in the empty snow, as desolate and miserable as a night owl.

"Kill me, please, kill me, kill me and the curse will end! Really, I swear."

On the snowy ground, Hecate pleaded angrily. Half of her bones had been removed at this time, and she was not far from death, but she still couldn't wait to get free as soon as possible.

"Not enough." Yale stopped the movement in his hand and said lightly: "Now that the price has increased, tell me, why can't even the most senior professor of the obelisk see through your curse?"

"Because..." The witch opened her mouth, as if she saw the most terrifying thing in her life, and let out the highest decibel howl: "Sir!"

Her whole body inflated like a balloon, and the boy jumped out immediately when he saw that the situation was not good. A few seconds later, there was a violent explosion behind him, and even if he dodged in time, there were still a few sticky things on his back.

Vomit... Yale made a retching sound, patted off the pieces of his internal organs, turned around and saw that the old witch had no bones left.

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