Age of Adepts

If not necessary, Chev is extremely reluctant to approach this Agatha witch.

Because ever since she remembered, she had felt that the Agatha witch was a little mysterious, hiding in her cabin all day and drumming strange evil things. But she couldn't help but think that Agatha was also one of the most tested witches in the fraudulent witch family, generally known for her divination.

Due to their isolation and ugliness, the Agatha witches are not very well treated by the fraudulent witches. So she spent most of the year in a haunted hut in the West Whispering Forest.

This is already the heart of the land of fraudulent witches, and it is not possible, as a matter of reason, for anything too powerful to appear again. But due to the existence of haunted huts and the presence of Agatha, this whispering forest has become a terrible forbidden place for ordinary people to hear about.

Even the average witch won't set foot here!

So when Chevy landed on a broomstick at the Whispering Forest entrance, he also needed to hesitate to make up his mind to go in.

The haunted house of the Agatha witch is seven miles from the forest entrance, and Chevy did not fall into the sky early out of respect for the witch. Instead, there are also evils in whispering forests, looking down from the sky, always silent dense forests and year-round mists.

The reputation of the Agatha witch is bad in the family, but there is something else in the eyes of ordinary inhabitants.

Agatha is good at herbs and divination.

For ordinary people who bravely break into the whispering forest and are fortunate enough to find haunted huts, they can ask her for witchcraft to save their loved ones or ask her to divine something.

And it's not easy for ordinary people to do that.

At least as Chev walks into the whispering forest, what he sees face to face are four or five sheep bowel trails hidden in thick mist and an indicator sign skewed into the side of the road.

Due to long periods of neglect, the signs were crawling with withered scorched yellow vegetable vines, covered with dust and broken spider webs, and the gray and black lettering was blurred and illegible.

Chev walked over and pulled his hand gently, and the already dead vines broke into countless pieces and scattered sporadically. Just as Chevy was about to blow the dust off the street sign and properly identify where the haunted cabin was, she was frightened by a "squeak” from the top of her head.

A strange crow, dark and dark, fell from the sky, stood on the tip of a wooden fork indicating the signs, crooked her neck and stared at her coldly with bloodred eyes.

Red Eyed Crow, one of the most common low-level monsters in the general mountain forest.

Chevy perceived a special fluctuation in the Red Eyed Crow in the Eye of Witchcraft.

“Lord Agatha, Chevy is here to see you!” Chev respectfully said.

There will be no one else but the witch Agatha who can lay her sights on the whispering forest.

“So it's Chevy girl! I remember you, you are Lena's daughter, Angelina's granddaughter... I didn't expect to see you for more than a decade, you have grown so big...” The red-eyed crow gauged her around her head and said with a mute voice: “Now that you're here, come straight over! You're right to follow Philip, I'm waiting for you in the haunted cabin...”

Quite simply, the red-eyed crow clapped its black wings and rose, spreading its wings toward the depths of the forest.

There were clearly four or five hidden paths in front of them, but the red-eyed crow did not fly to any one, but spread its wings towards a tall ghost tree that was about to fall out of light. It is quite strange that such a shady and horrible tree is obviously in front of us, but this red-eyed crow sees nothing crashing into it and disappears into a thick mist.

Illusion technique?

Chevy could only follow it fast, and he passed through the illusion barrier with his scalp.

It shines in front of me.

After crossing the illusion barrier, the still gloomy and depressing forest returned to normal. Tall green ancient trees, green oil lawns, and many unknown strange little flowers... the sun is clearly invisible in the sky, but bright sunlight is transmitted through the shadows of the speckled trees, with a light and dark shadow printed on the grass.

Chevy continued to go deep into the forest, led by red-eyed crows, and of course saw a large number of pharmacies and gardens, filled with dense plants and flowers, and, of course, many more strange herbs that could not be named.

Seven turns and eight turns in the forest, through one botanical garden after another, herbal gardens, Chevy finally saw a deserted hut hidden in thick mist after another.

The wooden house is about two stories tall and looks old and shattered as a whole, and you can almost see the dusk light jumping from the candles in the wooden seams of the walls.

As the twisted wooden door creaked open, an old witch, shapely and ugly, leaned against a cane and stared silently at Chevy. The dusk candlelight emitted from behind her, leaving more and heavier shadows on her face.

But even so, Chevy's enhanced vision has been clearly seen.

Wrapped in grey pointy top hats and dirty old witch robes, the curtains are covered with wrinkled bark-like skin, eagle-lipped crooked noses, cloudy, cold dead fish eyes, and crippled pyroid yellow teeth...

With the power of the witches, it takes time and resources to have a look and figure that can be said of the past. And the other side is willing to maintain such a horrible disgusting appearance, either with perennial exposure to some highly toxic or highly radioactive objects, or with distorted minds that are difficult for outsiders to understand.

The dress of the Agatha witch is also that of a traditional witch, and with the improvement of witchcraft and the popularity of witchcraft, such dress is rarely seen. Only some of the more old-fashioned witches are still trying to maintain the ancient witch tradition!

And Chevy is wearing a light blue skirt, with little witch-related embellishments all over her body except a few small pieces with witchcraft fluctuations. Carefully detailed, she is like an ice beauty full of Qingxiu psychics, hard to believe that she is an apprentice witch with quasi-woman power.

“Come in!” Agatha let go of the door: “Now that you're here, there's got to be something to do. Come on in! ”

The environment in the house is consistent with its appearance, not only dark and damp, but also gloomy and horrible.

In the corners of the cabin, large and small crates and glassware are stacked. As for soup pots, stoves, test benches, and skewed wooden tables, these witch huts are a lot more common.

Agatha painstakingly moved to the soup pan and stirred the turbid soup with a wooden spoon full of tar and scooped a spoon into her mouth to taste.

“Go ahead... what are you doing here? Divination or dispensing? ”

“Lord Agatha, I... I've been getting caught up in divination lately, so I wanted to use your power..." Chev hesitated and finally said his purpose.

“Ascendant?” Agatha lifted her head surprisingly and her dead fishy eyeballs stared firmly at Chev: “Impossible… you have the blessing of an Angelina witch, and ordinary astrology is simply not going to work on you! ”

“Perhaps they're not using ordinary divination techniques? ”

The witch Agatha took a step forward and sniffed her nose gently in front of Chev.

“Hmm... it's kind of weird indeed! How can I smell a hint of destiny...” Agatha looked up at her with dismay: “I heard earlier that you awakened the blood of the Destiny Witch. It is only logical that you should be the patron of destiny at this time. But why do I smell the curse of fate on you? ”

Chev hesitated for a moment and finally spoke.

“Grandma Angelina feared that I would not be able to successfully pass the battle of fate and had sent people across the continent to clean up those false awakeners of fate. ”

“Stupid!” Agatha knocked the wooden wand out of her hand on the floor: “She is the leader of the fraudulent witch, and a powerful fourth-level witch, who can't believe she did such a stupid thing! ”

Agatha, at this moment, seems so sad.

“Has she forgotten the rules left by the Witch King? How dare you meddle in the internal affairs of the Destiny Witch Department? The Destiny Witch family has been cut off for nearly a millennium, and now is the time for them to rise again. This is a top priority for all Northern Witches, and the involvement of the elders is so obvious, don't you worry about being cursed by destiny and involving the whole fraudulent witch pulse? ”

Chevy drowned her head and her sparkling white face was also dark.

Turning to look at Chevy, Agatha couldn't help but stamp her feet and sigh: "Cough, it seems that even the mightier witch would make such a foolish mistake when she faced the test of blood kinship. It's all fate! ”

“Lord Agatha, the Witch of Destiny has been dead for so long, I'm afraid it won't have much influence, will it? ”

“Huh, what does your little girl know? It is precisely because they have cut off their traditions for too long that this return is all the more desirable. Do you think the lost inheritance will come back to life after accumulating a thousand years of power, as agreed by the ancient witches and laws of position? Don't forget, this time the Destiny Witch awakens, but it covers the entire Wizard Continent, and even the most distant parts of the South can hear the Awakener. Isn't that enough to explain everything? ”

“Lord Agatha, then I...”

“Cough, I see!” The Agatha witch sighed: “The more your grandmother did for you, the deeper the curse that the laws of destiny reverberated on you. No wonder you're haunted by astrology! Well, since you're here, I can't let you come back empty-handed. For the sake of being a fraudulent witch, I'll see for you which short-sighted guy is spying on you all the time! ”

“Come with me...”