Jintha 'Alor Camp.
The bright and huge moon was already hanging high in the sky, and the magic forest seemed so quiet and deep under the beautiful silver moonlight.
The Wizards who were stationed at the periphery had already returned to their teams, and the cleanup of Jintha 'Alor Camp was coming to an end. All the captured Forest Elves had been escorted onto the giant floating ship, and there were only about 30 Engineering Robots left on the hilltop, working tirelessly to move the large amount of resources from the camp's warehouse.
Four hours had passed since the start of the battle. Even if the surrounding Elven villages received the news and came to support them, they were just a bunch of stragglers, and there was no way they could compete with this group of powerful Witches.
To put it bluntly, Jintha 'Alor was already the largest Elven training camp within a thousand-mile radius. Now that it had been captured, the only way to deal with these witches was to run to Astrana City, which was 1,200 miles away, and ask for help.
And with such a long distance, even if the Jintha 'Alor Camp had sent out a distress signal the moment it was attacked, the Elves in Astrana City would need at least 14 hours to rush here. And this was referring to the speed that the Elven reinforcements could only achieve by flying troops.
If it were ground troops, it would be difficult to reach Jintha 'Alor without two days and three nights!
It was precisely because of this extreme grasp of information that the Witches could so easily plunder the resources around Jintha 'Alor after their great victory. By the time the exhausted Elven reinforcements arrived, they would only see an empty battlefield.
By that time, the Witches would have already run off to god knows where to celebrate their victory.
The Battle of Jintha 'Alor had been fought with great momentum, and it was satisfying.
Other than the Crimson Family losing some Metal Puppets, and the Dragonoid Warrior who was also seriously injured, the Witches' losses were almost negligible. This was simply a glorious victory that exceeded everyone's expectations!
If this batch of Elven slaves and large amounts of Elven resources were successfully transported back to the Echo Islands, the Witches could already imagine the wonderful expressions on the Pale Witches' faces.
Perhaps it was because they didn't suffer too many losses, or perhaps they wanted to ease their relationship with Grimm and the others, Ulthar, who led the Dark Witch team, took the initiative to look for Alice. He wanted to give her some of the Elven slaves to compensate for the Crimson Family's losses in this battle.
The Witches of Ulthar only had one request, which was that when the opportunity arose, the Witches of Destiny could help the Dark Witches raid the Pegasus Spring in the Central Mountains of Calan Continent.
Of course, this was a private mission for the Dark Witches. That was why Ulthar was willing to cooperate with the Witches of Destiny and the giant airship for the next half a year, forming an unbreakable ally.
Of course, the credibility of Ulthar's words would require more time and more cooperation. However, for a Tier 3 Witch to condescend to say such words, it was enough to prove that Alice and Grimm's strength in this battle had earned them the right to speak.
Just as Alice and the Witches of Ulthar sat in the giant airship and had a secret discussion, the full moon above Jintha'Alor began to show signs of abnormality.
A Dark Sorceress was riding a flying broom across the sky. She raised her head by accident and stopped in surprise.
The cold and beautiful moonlight shone down from the huge moon plate, covering the forest with a layer of silver coat. The forest, the ancient trees, the stream, the plants … everything within his field of vision was wrapped up in an illusory and hazy starlight.
The Dark Witch looked down and was shocked to find that her body had been stained with a lot of strange starlight. The starlight was also silently shining and breathing, as if it had a life of its own.
The Dark Witch was not an ignorant mortal who would be enchanted by such a beautiful and illusory scene.
In her powerful and sharp senses, she could sense that the breathing starlight was slowly flowing with a strange energy that was completely unfamiliar to her. As she bathed in the moonlight for a long time, the energy in the starlight became denser and stronger.
Damn it, no … This is not the power of a wizard …
The Tier 1 Dark Witch suddenly understood and immediately turned around and flew towards the giant airship. As she flew, she used Thunder Spell to let out a deafening scream.
"Careful, enemy attack …"
Unfortunately, the small witchcraft that she had casually cast was like throwing a spark into a sealed barrel of oil, instantly triggering a backlash from the moonlight and starlight.
Whoosh …
With a strange explosion, the originally quiet and peaceful starlight that was filled with a tranquil and mysterious aura suddenly transformed into a terrifying starfire, completely igniting her from top to bottom, from inside to outside.
In the next second, the entire forest, the entire world, and all the unnatural life and matter started burning intensely under the illumination of the moonlight. This monstrous starfire seemed to have a strange life of its own. Although it had clearly turned the whole world upside down, it did not affect the forest, ancient trees, plants, flowers, and streams at all. Only the witches, the giant airship, and the battle magic equipment were engulfed in it and burned fiercely.
When Ulthar and Alice rushed out of the giant airship in shock, they saw a sea of silver starfire!
If one disregarded their identity and quietly sat down to admire this beautiful sea of starfire, the scene in front of them would undoubtedly be an unparalleled beauty that could not be seen in a hundred years. However, once they found out that the witches on their side were trapped in the sea of starfire and were screaming in pain, Ulthar's mood naturally changed.
"There's a problem with the moonlight … Everyone, prepare your defenses …" Alice was undoubtedly the most vigilant, and was the first to discover the source of the problem.
As she shouted, the witches that rushed out of the giant airship took the opportunity to raise their defensive spells and elemental barriers.
The witches stood on the deck of the giant airship and looked around, but they could not see any enemies at all. They only saw the silver starfire burning in the sky, and their companion who was struggling miserably in the starfire.
Meanwhile, in the Jintha'Alor Camp below the airship, more than 20 construction robots that were busy transporting supplies started burning, and very quickly, they were burned into scrap metal that emitted black smoke.
Ulthar angrily took a step forward, his skinny right hand like an eagle's claw grabbing at the witch who was struggling in pain 200 meters away.
There was a hissing sound in the air, and a huge black ghostly hand appeared, grabbing at the Dark Witch.
Unfortunately, before the black hand could protect the Dark Witch, she could no longer endure the burning starfire. She raised her head and let out a mournful cry, turning into ashes that filled the sky.
Amidst the whistling wind, the black hand grabbed at a bit of the flying ash.
Ulthar raised his eyebrows, turning back to glare at the Tier 2 Dark Witch following behind him.
"How is it? Has Cana's soul returned? "
The Tier 2 Dark Witch took out a strange black compass from her bosom and glanced at it, nodding her head in joy.
"Returned … returned … Cana's soul has already returned to the Pool of Energy. Her soul has been severely injured, and it will take about two months for her to revive … "
Hearing this, the expressions of all the Dark Witches present eased.
The Pool of Energy was a unique building of the Dark Witches.
Every time they arrived at a plane, the first thing the Dark Witches needed to do was to choose a safe place to build a special Pool of Energy, and then leave all the Dark Witches' soul imprints there.
This way, if they died in battle, as long as the other party did not have any means to destroy or restrain their souls, the dead witch's soul would automatically return to the Pool of Energy, and use the energy there to revive.
In this trip to the Faern Plane, in the first seven days, the Dark Witches had already left the Pool of Energy in the safest place, the Shadow Island. This way, they would no longer have to worry about dying easily on the battlefield.
If a Witch of Destiny accidentally died, she would truly die. On the other hand, they could have multiple lives.
This was also one of the main reasons why all the Dark Witches were so valiant and powerful!
The witches stood on the bow of the ship. In just a short while, sparks had already begun to appear on their defensive spells, burning the Elemental Shields one by one.
Among the witches present, the strongest was Ulthar, so everyone turned to look at her.
"This isn't a spell … It's a divine spell … Damn it, how did we provoke a divine spell user from the elves … Let's go, don't think about the resources below, leave immediately. Otherwise, when that divine spell user really descends, we'll …"
However, without waiting for Ulthar's orders to be carried out, the bright and holy full moon in the sky suddenly shot out a dazzling silver light, opening up a huge teleportation door in the sky above Jintha 'Alor.
Immediately after, hundreds of strange figures of different sizes emerged from the teleportation door, appearing in front of the witches.
The teleportation door disappeared …
The moonlight faded …
The scene returned to the real world once again.
However, this time, more than a hundred powerful elves suddenly appeared in the sky above Jintha 'Alor.
The leader was a beautiful female elf dressed in exquisite elven armor, with a scimitar at her waist and a longbow on her back. Her features were exquisite and picturesque, and her ears were pointed and cute. However, there was a clear mark of a full moon floating between her eyebrows.
She stood in the void, and the moonlight that poured down condensed behind her into a mysterious cloak that constantly radiated beautiful starlight.
She opened her beautiful eyes and glanced at the devastated Jintha 'Alor. Then, she looked at the numerous witches on the giant floating ship and said angrily, "Blasphemers, today, this will be your burial ground!"
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