Age of Adepts

Grim and Lena's exchange was short and productive.

When Grim's strange mental fluctuations disappeared from the wind spirit's body, Lena couldn't help but feel hot and a renewed hope for life sprouted from her heart, making her hyperactive and her whole body restless.

The poisonous swamp....

What did the fire witch let himself lead the Paladins there for? Did they still want to get tough with the Paladins? What time is it, it's only right to come and save yourself and then find a way to escape from this damn world, and what's the point of fighting with that group of Paladins....

With an infinite amount of resentment, Lena pondered silently.

Although she was dissatisfied that the other party hadn't rescued her immediately, but now that she was the one who needed help, she naturally didn't dare to be bossy like in the past, and could only desperately think of her own plan to deal with it.

Directly pointing out the witches' 'hideout' to that 3rd rank knight? That's a stupid idea! And what's the best way to get the Paladins' attention?

For the sake of her life and self* freedom, Lena thought as best she could for the first time.

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As Grim's mental consciousness was slowly withdrawn from the distance, the Tess Witch at his side hated the sound of her voice, "Deservedly so, it's only fitting that this bitch* person receives such a punishment!"

In order to increase the credibility of both sides, Grim didn't go behind the backs of the fraudulent witches when he used the wind spirit to contact Lena, who was far away in Black Mountain City, and Tess and Italiel watched the whole process with the help of sorcery.

Rather than Tess's resentment, Itariel was more concerned about the ensuing battle.

"Grim, are you sure you want to ambush those Paladins in the Poisoned Swamp? You should know that after such a long ordeal, all the Fraudulent Witches' battle strength has dropped significantly, and resources and supplies are extremely scarce... this battle is not a good one to fight..."

Grim smiled lightly.

"Since I'm pushing to give the Paladins a hard time, this factor has naturally been taken into consideration already. You see..." at this point, Grim gently touched a snake eye ring on his left finger and waved his hand to release a pile of items on the open space in front of him.

Among them were both 1st and 2nd level sorcery scrolls, wands, sorcery potions with varying effects, and of course, more of them were all kinds of sorcery casting materials and all kinds of magic gems.

Seeing these, the two witches' eyes immediately lit up.

In the past, they might not have bothered with these things. After all, with the fraudulent witches on their backs, they had access to all kinds of resources, so why would they care about the resources of a witch?

But now, after years of being disconnected from the Witch World, and after years of displacement and war, their resources and materials had already been depleted. Although there were some pharmacists and enchanters among the witches who were able to use the resources of the Enwick Plane to create some substitutes, the quality and efficacy could not be compared to what they had before.

Therefore now suddenly seeing such a large amount of resources and materials, even the two 3rd rank witches couldn't help but feel a little thumping.

Seemingly intent on displaying her power in front of the witches, Grim fought with another storage ring, releasing even more resources, materials and various sorcery items.

Italiel silently scanned the mountain of supplies stacked high in front of her and suddenly asked, "Grim, I heard earlier that you were besieged in the Gonsas Volcano by a few witches who came across the border, I wonder where they are now?"

Tess, who was originally filled with joy, was also startled.

Among the huge amount of supplies like a small mountain, she had already seen some of the more rare items, the Dream Origin Grass. If she was able to blend the Dream Origin Grass into 'Blue Dream', the most serious part of her own body would have a chance to heal in the short term.

At that time, she might be able to use her power as a 3rd rank witch again!

As for those other resources, Tess had also found quite a few things that were good for her injuries. With them, healing this body was unlikely, but making the injury drastically better was within her grasp.

Tess, who was in a state of ecstasy, suddenly heard Italiel's question, and swept her gaze over the items in front of her, understanding somewhat the deeper meaning of the question.

Many of the items in front of her were not marked with their owners' identities, but the magic box they were stored in and the way they were stored was clearly not the same. It looked like they were assembled by several witches.

Therefore, Tess raised her head and stared at the young witch.

Although feminism was prevalent among the witches of the North and they had always looked down on those male witches, the witch before her not only had a youthful air about her, but she also had another kind of composure and authority that was not to be underestimated.

"Since they've caused me so much harm and implicated you fraudulent witches, I naturally won't make it easy for them..." the Grim vaguely managed two sentences without giving any details.

But with these vague words and the iron-clad 'evidence' in front of them, both witches were already able to guess what happened to those crossover witches.

Nonsense, even their own storage rings had fallen into Grim's hands, it was strange that they would still end up well!

Although there were some doubts in their hearts, the two witches looked at Grim again with a different flavor than before. In terms of attitude alone, the two witches had become much more polite and respectful.

It couldn't be helped, if either of them were to be hunted down by the four prepared cross-border witches, not to mention stirring up the wind and rain here, even their corpses would have been cold long ago!

Unconsciously, the two witches' attitudes towards Grim appeared to change slightly, and their words took on a hint of the respect and restraint they had when facing upper-ranked witches.

"With these resources, the witches will be in a much better situation. I've already launched a secret spell to summon the return of the fraudulent witches from the remaining places, and I expect four or five more sisters to join one after another. By then, it will also have the basic strength to fight the Paladins head on." The Tess Witches who originally didn't dare to take an interest in war became positive at this moment.

Having been ousted like mad dogs by this group of Paladins for five consecutive years, with one sister miserably falling under their butchering knives, to say that the Tess Witches did not have anger and hatred in their hearts would be a joke.

It would be a joke to say that the Tess Witches had no anger and hatred in their hearts. However, the Witches' weak position made them choose to endure, using one step at a time to fight for their last bit of living space. Now, even more so, they were forced to die by the Paladins. Once the few remaining high-ranking witches were 'purified', even if an occasional few little witches escaped, they would no longer have the strength to make waves.

I'm afraid that there was no other way out for them then than to hide and disappear in some remote and desolate corner.

"We have to hurry up and lure those Paladins into the Poison Ground Swamp within seven days!" Grim warned with a serious face.

"Why is time so short? Those Paladins are also very cautious right now, so I'm afraid it's going to be a bit difficult to lure them into a large group!" The Tess Witch frowned.

"We only have seven days!" Grim said coldly, "The men I sent out are making a lot of noise in the middle of the Zambis Empire, and have already engaged the imperial army and holy knights, and the two 4th rank holy knights are also being held there. They can buy us 7 days at most, and once the two holy knights free up, I don't think any of us will want to go up against them, right?"

Sheesh....

The two witches sucked in a breath of cold air.

The Tess Witch immediately said angrily, "I'm urging them to pick up the pace and set up the witchcraft traps inside the Poison Ground Swamp as soon as possible.7 days is 7 days, let's teach those tin cans a good lesson!"

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Taozura Camp.

A series of sturdy and tall barricades were set up, with a large and small tent that seemed like a white cloud. The crowds entering and exiting the camp were all brightly armored and full of fighting spirit, with a solemn look of a soldier in danger.

This was the largest barracks of the Zambesian Empire*, where 36,000 Imperial soldiers were stationed, along with 728 Paladins and Trainee Knights from all over the world.

With the Tauzura camp at its center, the Imperial Army had heavily surrounded the mountains and forests for hundreds of miles around Black Mountain City, and then sent troops out bit by bit to clean up or search for traces of the witches.

The remnants of these witches were apparently all proficient in hiding and disguise, and the illusionary witch formations they had set up outside their lairs were able to confuse the personal senses of ordinary warriors, making them unable to perceive anything strange at all. Only regular holy knights who had been blessed with holy light could break this illusion and make the witches' lair directly visible.

Therefore, a search party sent by the imperial army was followed by Paladins and Trainee Knights, battling with those cunning and evil witches between a poor mountain and a poor river.

Over the past years, the Paladins had achieved great success, destroying two remaining witches' lairs and killing two 1st rank witches and one 2nd rank witch.

The trainee knight who had successfully killed the 2nd rank witch at a difficult price had even received a Holy Light Gift and had been promoted to a Black Iron Knight.

And this, in turn, had increasingly aroused the young knights' fighting spirit. It made them work hard and travel over mountains and mountains to a dangerous situation, sacrificing courageously for the great cause of the Holy Light.

At this time, the young Black Iron Knight who had become an idol in the hearts of many trainee knights was standing on top of a high slope, slowly scanning the boisterous barracks in front of him, his brows locked and his heart growing darker and darker.

"Lord Catherine, aren't we going on a mission today?" A trainee knight located behind the young Black Iron Knight couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

Judging from the look of admiration he had as he gazed at Catherine's young and beautiful body, one could tell that he was also a small admirer of the other party's miraculous deeds!