Release that Witch

Luo Jia nodded and divided the wheat into the upper class of the Witch Alliance. At the same time, an ugly but extremely powerful image of the behemoth came to mind.

"That... wear the stone of God's punishment?"

She knows that once the opponent uses the stone, his ability will be greatly limited, it is difficult to cast a full transformation. In the face of the general desert warrior, it is better to say, but the extraordinary person like the ashes basically has no chance of winning. What's more, the other party can take the initiative to wear the stone, and the strange ability has no meaning in front of her, so the ashes should be the peak of the force without the winter city.

However, the latter did not answer immediately, but was silent. He said, "If there is such a person, her strength and speed are not inferior to those of the extraordinary, and she has almost unlimited life. No injury will affect it. Her play, even if she suffered a fatal blow, can be restored to the original, how strong do you think such a person?"

Luo Jia couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

As a warrior in a long battlefield, she naturally knows the importance of combat skills and experience.

In the sacred duel, the most difficult thing is not the young warriors of ten or twenty years old, but the tribal backbones of those around 30 years old. They generally serve as mentors and reviewers in the clan, teaching their own experience and tactics to the younger generation. In terms of strength, they are not inferior to young people, and the understanding of the battle between life and death cannot be underestimated. However, by the age of forty, the body will become sluggish due to the increase of age, and the accumulated dark injuries will gradually deteriorate. Although the skills are more skillful, they can no longer play as freely as before.

It’s enough to be envious of a painless injury. It’s because there is no witch in the winter city that can heal any wounds. She decided to go there to further temper her strength, not to mention her endless life.

This has nothing to do with its own talents and will. If someone can be as old as Ash said, as long as the time is long enough, she will become the most outstanding soldier sooner or later. This kind of opponent thinks that people are scared... wrong. It is exciting.

“Is there such a person in the winter city?” Luo Jia could not wait to ask.

"A witch named Felice." Ashes replied, "I didn't officially try it with her, just..."

"What is it?"

“When I was practicing swords in the castle garden, she happened to pass by, and then made two suggestions. After I practiced according to her, I found that the shots were indeed smoother.” The extraordinary witch said slowly, “unfortunately I have been on the boat for a long time and left the city without winter. I have not had time to discuss more with her."

"Just look aside?" Luo Jia's tail is shaking faster, even if it is a rich and experienced instructor, it is necessary to cross the hand to find out the inadequacies of the apprentices. This is also the big clan. The reason for building a dedicated performance field. The smaller the gap between opponents, the higher the difficulty of pointing. Ashes is undoubtedly a powerful warrior, but can only directly find defects by visual inspection? It is a top warrior who broke through the age limit!

It seems that Felice is the strongest person without the winter city. After all, when it is really on the battlefield, no one can put the expectation on the stone where the opponent does not wear the punishment.

The ashes, which are also unaffected by the gods, are the second-ranked strong. The infinite life can be regarded as the miracle of the three gods. There is no way to force it. In the mind of the wolf woman, this powerful figure like a mountain is already worth pursuing.

So what about her?

Luo Jia is looking forward to this trip to the west.

However, the ashes did not end this topic. The other side seemed to see through her thoughts, and the strange smile appeared on her face again. The extraordinary person patted her shoulder, and the tone was faint. "Yes, I forgot to tell you, there are more than a hundred witches like Felice in the winter city."

Eh?

The expression of the three princesses of the mad flame suddenly stagnated in place, one hundred or more? When was the miracle of the Three Gods so casual?

"Come on," Ashes raised his lips. "The days will be long. You won't find someone to try."

......

In addition to the extraordinary witch, Luo Jia occasionally encounters another blond woman who had shown a wave of power on the burning platform and the king of the Grey Fort, a nostril breathing aristocrat, Andrea. Although she did not deal with her, the evaluation of the ashes does have some truth. From her, the wolf woman can always feel a sense of distance, as if they live in different worlds.

Whether she was talking to the crowd or standing alone on the sinking bay and looking at the sea, her gestures were full of unspeakable elegance, which made Luo Jia feel the gap in other aspects for the first time.

In the form of trying it out, the three princesses took a chance to make a greeting to each other, and Andrea's response was very dull, not as enthusiastic as Zall Silvermoon.

However, when she raised the question that was previously unsuccessful in the ashes, the expression of the latter suddenly became vivid.

"This question... Asking the ashes is of course a white question. She is difficult to count from one to one hundred, and only has muscles in her head, not to mention the governance of a city." Andrea said slyly. "And Roland’s policy is much more complicated. I also thought about it a little afterwards." She paused. "But you really want to listen? It’s harder to understand than calling."

“Well,” Luo Jia nodded seriously. “The father said that everything has a common truth, and other aspects of knowledge can also promote the growth of its own martial arts.”

"There is no such thing..." Andrea turned a blindfold and sighed. "Well, I will tell you what to listen to. If you say, use Golden Dragon to buy black water, no winter." The city will spend some of its wealth and eventually exchange it for the goods you want, right?"

"The world is not like this," Luo Jia confirmed.

"So after twenty years, assuming everything is going well, there is no change except for the loss of a large golden dragon."

“Lost...go?” she groaned. “Why do you want to say this? Is it cheaper to do it like this?”

"Of course not," Andrea pulled up her hair, crouched down, and slashed on the ground with a wooden stick. "The sand people who are now moving to the south have become part of the gray fort, and the loss of wealth has become an internal circulation." The materials you need come from no winter city, and the wealth you produce will return to your hands. In this process, the share of circulation will become bigger and bigger, and it will reach an amazing 20 years later. The amount, and the price is only the initial investment, even this part of the money has not been lost, but has been circulating in the cities."