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Salem witches vs. voodoo?

Robb was shocked when he saw Fiona declaring war in front of him.

The development of the matter was completely beyond his expectations.

He had never seen anything like this before.

This caught him off guard.

Robb looked at the young witches beside him. They also looked at each other in bewilderment, obviously not yet recovered.

After a while, Zoe hesitated for a moment, but still raised her hand and questioned: "Is such a big thing decided so quickly? I mean, should we notify the Council?"

"Yes! If it doesn't work, let the witch group send more people. It's probably not enough for us to deal with the Voodoo Queen's gang alone." Madison, who has always been fearless, also agreed cautiously at this time.

Fiona said calmly: "I am the Supreme Witch and have the right to decide everything about the Witch Group. You know, while we are gathering witches, Mary will not be idle. They like to create people when they are free. If we really compare numbers, we are at a disadvantage."

"So the sooner the better. I think they will not think that our counterattack will be so fast. We can completely wipe out these guys who have been fighting with the Witch Group for hundreds of years in one fell swoop."

"Believe in your strength. And believe me, the title of the Supreme Witch is not blown."

Fiona looked at her palm and smiled coldly.

Finally, she glanced at the young witches and said, "It's decided! You will have time to prepare during the day and gather formally in the evening. If someone still doesn't want to join, I don't mind clearing the door first."

After saying that, when she was about to turn around, Fiona suddenly remembered that there was still one person and turned her head again. She looked at Robb unexpectedly and said, "I have to say, boy, you gave me a big surprise. Since you have also awakened the power of wizards, then on behalf of the wizards, come with us tonight."

"As you wish, Ms. Fiona."

In order to avoid being cleared out in advance, and worried about the safety of Zoe and Madison, Robb had to go with them.

"Very good."

Fiona nodded with satisfaction.

A deep voice suddenly interrupted: "Do you really want to fight them to the death? Can't you sit down and talk?"

Fiona's cold eyes flashed, and after seeing the person who spoke, she suddenly realized and retracted them. She shook her head and said with a smile: "Poor Queenie, when Mary wanted to kill the people in this house, she didn't want to let you, a fellow tribesman, go. Come, let's talk about some things in detail."

Fiona stretched out her hand to greet Queenie, and then told Robb and others to deal with the remaining bodies, and then took Queenie to the house.

"What should I do?"

Looking at the backs of the two people going away, Zoe, who was still holding a shovel in her hand, said blankly.

"What else can I do?" Madison spread her hands, "If you don't want to be killed by Fiona, you must do what she wants."

"Fiona is serious." Nan affirmed with some fear.

Robb looked at the three women and said, "In that case, let's think about how to deal with the voodoo guys. You guys deal with the remaining bodies. I'll go outside to prepare."

"Prepare for what?"

"Things to kill people."

......

Robb drove to the gun store to make some big purchases before the war.

In the lobby on the first floor, Fiona was talking to Queenie and monitoring her to prevent her from tipping off the voodoo cult when the door opened.

She turned her head and saw a man pushing the door in. Her face immediately darkened and she said in a bad tone, "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to get Cordelia some clothes and supplies." Cordelia's husband, Hank, also said without showing any good face.

The relationship between the uncle and the son-in-law is very bad.

Fiona always thought that Hank was a liar and every word he said was full of lies, but it was a pity that Cordelia never listened.

Hank thought Fiona was not a competent mother, and had no right to interfere with his relationship with Cordelia.

The two had disliked each other for a long time.

Hearing this, Fiona waved her hand in disdain and said, "Take it quickly, get out quickly. Don't let me see you here again. Otherwise, you know my ability."

Hank naturally knew that his wife and the people in this room were witches.

Facing Fiona's threat, he rationally said nothing and went upstairs quickly.

Although he usually lived outside, he had come here a few times occasionally and would not recognize the wrong door.

When he packed everything and was about to go downstairs with a box of items, he happened to hear Fiona and Queenie starting to talk about Mary and voodoo again.

He suddenly stopped, held his breath, and listened for a while., and then went downstairs again, ignoring Fiona, and pushed the door open on his own.

Back in the car, until he was far away from the Witch Academy, Hank suddenly stepped on the brakes, took out his phone, stayed at the contact "father" for a long time, and finally pressed it.

......

Late at night.

Outside Mary's Hair Salon in the Lower Ninth District of New Orleans.

In the silence, accompanied by the whistling cold wind, a row of mysterious people in black cloaks suddenly appeared.

Black hats, black robes, black clothes, coupled with the breathtaking and weird temperament emanating from their bodies, at first glance, they looked like messengers from hell walking in the world.

But when you get close and take a closer look, except for the leader, the other black-clothed people all have long and short guns in their hands, which disperses too much of the weirdness.

I have never heard of evil spirits and ghosts using guns, it is too inconsistent with the image.

Madison, whose golden hair tips extend from the hood, doesn't care about these.

She played with the Wincherlite M1897 in her hand with great interest. Compared with her image, she preferred the sense of security of the cold gun in her hand.

Not only her, Zoe also held a shotgun of the same model in her hand.

Nan and Queenie held pistols.

Nan, who had rarely fired a gun, held a glock43 pistol suitable for women.

Although Queenie was very good at playing with guns, because of her own ability and the influence of the person she was dealing with this time, she just took an ordinary pistol to deal with it.

As for Robb, he specially purchased for the women during the day and prepared an AR15 rifle for himself, which was famous in major shootings.

Everything was ready.

To deal with voodoo wizards, even if the witchcraft was weird, bullets have always been the best solution.

Otherwise, the ancestors of these wizards would not have been plundered here by the colonists with flintlocks.

At this moment, looking at the young witches who were fully armed on both sides, although Fiona, as the Supreme Witch, knew that it was not wrong to do so, she couldn't help but sigh.

This was definitely not the picture that the witches of Salem should have.