Witch for All 1994

When Jiang Han went to Maoxia's lower realm for vacation.

It happened to be late at night in the plane of Anser 2, which was about six stars away from the material plane where the witch was.

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The huge castle that symbolizes the rule of the Ancer elves in this plane is built on the cliff. There are exquisite high towers built on the surrounding land. The towers and the castle are connected by chains to the suspension bridge, which represents this prosperous civilization and exquisite skills. The artworks float on each small floating island, which is like a kingdom in the sky.

For the people at the bottom who have been oppressed for hundreds of years, this must be a kingdom in heaven.

In the center of the castle complex is a huge tower on the highest level.

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"Disaster, I seem to see the sign of disaster spreading."

The mage Adele Storm Song said this.

This tall elf with a delicate appearance and slender figure looked at the starry sky solemnly. She saw a trace of golden yellow and a trace of greedy golden yellow from the flawless starry sky.

The power and disaster seemed to come from an eternity, yet it seemed like just yesterday.

Elves are immortals, they are intelligent, mature and powerful.

Every elf has passed their coming-of-age ceremony when they are twelve years old. At this age, they are already the same as the twenty-year-old human race in the universe. They begin to mature gradually, begin to understand the true meaning of everything in the world, and begin to Awaken your will.

They remember how glorious and powerful their tribe was hundreds of years ago.

but.

Elves like Adele also remember that not long ago, hundreds of years ago, a huge light first penetrated the Anser plane.

Cracks, voids, death, and plagues followed one after another.

And when they finally survived this period of time and re-established a great country.

That golden power came, more fierce and cruel than before.

Anser's fate has completely sunk.

Adele recalled that day, the cries of the elves seemed like yesterday.

Her slender fingers clenched into fists.

She looked strangely at the golden flash of light in the sky.

…

Squeak.

…

The door behind the elf rang.

Adele's anger has an outlet:

"Who? I told you not to disturb me at this time! You short-lived bitch, I'm going to hang you up and bleed you."

She turned around with malice, eager to see the fearful expression on the short-lived creature serving her.

The traditional elven punishment method is to hang a short-lived vine on a grapevine to bleed, and use plant roots to replace its blood vessels, so that these short-lived bastards will live for more than a month before they die.

Adele is considered a moderate elf and insists on punishing only one servant in this way every week.

It's not like some elves who have to listen to the wails and create art every day.

However, Adele recently considered changing her habit to one every three days. High pressure brings a more violent heart.

...Or consider the punishment of having an iron pillar penetrate it, and then slowly heat it up.

Adele's elf ears twitched slightly, as if she was being delighted.

She thought of several cruel punishments in her mind, but when she turned around, she saw another elf.

An elf with flat, pitiful ears and an appearance full of melancholy. This elf has bright red lips and a sickly pale complexion, but it is as light and fragile as Misha* (referring to a kind of white porcelain produced by Anser elves).

Her face, which was so beautiful that all the elves around her praised her, was filled with horror:

"Adele...it's me..."

"Lesley."

Adele said the other person's name:

"My lovely moonlight."

The other party jumped into her arms.

The next second, she felt her left hand being held by the other party, and their fingers were intertwined.

The slightly warm elf body temperature brought the expected persistence.

Adele breathed in the herbal fragrance of the other party:

"What's wrong?"

Adele, a storm mage, usually has a serious and cold voice, but now it is so warm that it can almost make the snow melt and the wind sing softly.

"I heard it, I heard it from my friend."

Leslie's big emerald green eyes were fascinating, and she said emotionally unstable:

"Those creatures, witches, are coming?"

"……Um."

Adele's answer made the slightly slender elf tremble.

"Will we die fighting?"

"meeting."

"Will we perish?"

"meeting."

…

After a moment, Leslie raised her head, a flush of excitement appeared on her face.

At the same time, the same ecstasy as Adele's appeared on her face. She seemed like a drunk elf. Her voice suddenly became sharper, like she was panting. Her big eyes grew bigger, like a person thirsty for oxygen. Sweat dripped from her temples, moistening the elf's delicate white skin:

"Will they...eat us?"

Adele thought about it:

"Maybe, but I'm not sure we're to their taste."

She showed her strong white teeth:

"But if it does, that would be great."

The Ancer Elf is an elf that eats its dead companions.

In their minds, this approach will make them stronger and allow their will and ideas to be preserved through the loss and destruction of the body.

"I want to eat them."

Leslie said longingly:

"Or be eaten by them."

Adele asked:

"Like the orc gladiator with the slanted crest?"

Leslie replied:

"Yes, just like that gladiator. Kill us and eat us, or be killed and eaten by us, the inferior and superior forms of blood and flesh mixed together! In the end... we are sweet and indistinguishable from each other. "

The Ancer elves once built a splendid civilization, and hundreds of billions of lives of different races were kidnapped, smuggled into their territories, and survived as gladiators.

The highest honor of Ancer's gladiators is that on the day they win the championship, the champion will be presented with flowers, Ancer's beauties, and all beautiful things.

After the gladiator champion leaves an heir, the champion will be given the honor of 'dueling with the Ancer Elves'.

The failed champion will be eaten and become part of Anser's bloodline.

The victorious champion can eat the loser and slowly be transformed into a subspecies of Anser elf.

【Be eaten, be eaten】

This is Anser's cruel and beautiful philosophy (self-proclaimed).

Can't wait to usher in destruction, can't wait to accept destruction.

Leslie bit Adele's neck and drank her friend's blood.

And what about Storm Mage Adele?

She stroked Leslie's hair affectionately, pushed the other person away, and gently kissed the other person's forehead that was splattered with blood:

"Be patient a little longer and kill some short-lived species for fun? Let the craftsmen take out the best treasures. We can't let the benefactors who destroyed us return empty-handed."

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Today I only ate shrimp dumplings, siu mai, glutinous rice chicken, brown sugar mala cake, egg tarts and pan-fried radish cake with Xo sauce.

Not enough cats!

Meow!

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Thanks to [Heavenly Rules] Big Cat Lantern for another super meal expense, Big Cat consumes rationally, meow.