Taming the Dark Lord

The witch's legs softened and she sank onto the ground covered with dead branches.Her pupils were dilated, her body was stiff, she could not move a finger, trembling and sweating.

And the mad woman was still struggling behind her, as if she had no influence at all, doing her own thing for herself.

Can't ordinary people feel it?Those black mists filled the air with an inexplicable smell.

The mist spread from the scary man in front of him.

The witch was entrapped in the black mist and squeezed, as if something weighing hundreds of kilograms was pressing on her body, making her breathless, her heartbeat banging, and hearing voices gradually appeared.

"Please, please go around me... I don't know where I am, I angered you..."

Those seemingly nonexistent murmurs lingered in the ears, bit by bit penetrated into the brain, and writhed in the witch's mind endlessly, destroying her sanity and driving her almost crazy.

The witch covered her head, her fingers plunged into the messy hair, the intermittent words gradually turned into painful moans/groans, and she began to tear her hair roots fiercely.

She is about to lose her mind.

At this moment, the mad woman finally broke away a hand from the bondage. She waved wildly on the ground, grabbed the witch's ankle, and squeezed a few vague whimpers from her mouth: "Save me... it hurts. .it hurts..."

The witch looked down at her, her hateful but clear brown eyes flickered for a moment, as if struggling, and then returned to the darkness.

She held the hand expressionlessly and dragged the mad woman over, her scrawny hands tightly hooped the woman’s neck, her veins violently swelled, and the weight of her whole body was pressed up.

"Oh...hhh..." The mad woman rolled her eyes and scratched the witch's hand weakly.

The two were tumbling in the pile of dead leaves, and a few small bugs crawled out in a panic, bypassing the man who frightened them under the tree trunk, and left here in a panic.

The witch’s expression was distorted, sometimes falling into madness, and sometimes faintly bringing out a trace of clarity, and the hand of the mad woman was sometimes light and heavy.

She gritted her teeth and squeezed a word from her teeth: "Run...Run!"

At the moment when the mad woman was about to suffocate and die, the witch suddenly retracted her hand, gritted her teeth, salivated, and rushed out of the forest madly.

Dong Dong Dong's footsteps are getting farther and farther.

Only the mad woman clutching her neck and coughing was left on the grass.

Alfonso finally turned his gaze away from the blade at this time, and glanced at her with a cool look, as if looking at a small insignificant bug: "Throw it out, throw it away."

The tentacles bound the mad woman and threw it out. A clean leaf was rolled halfway, and it was sent to the owner flatly.

'Wipe hands, wipe hands'

Alfonso pushed it away impatiently, not taking the leaves.Those red liquids that exuded a familiar smell flowed like living things on his fingertips, drilled into the body along the texture, and quickly disappeared completely.

Failed to flatter, the tentacle released the leaves, lost and aggrieved, and went back.

Silence resumed in the shade of the trees.

Sunlight poured on the ground through the leaves, and a few rays of light were refracted by the blade, reflecting the handsome and sharp face of the elves.

Alfonso showed a irritable look, slammed his fingers on the blade, broke the blade with some blood stains, and cursed: "Trash, the nest is horizontal."

Amelia took some time, and when she arrived, the witch had already been fighting the Cavaliers.

Different from the weird and powerful appearance before, the witch at this time, with messy hair and hideous expression, attacked people like crazy, messy and unstructured.

"No one is injured?" Amelia found Debra standing behind the knight, breathing slightly in confusion.

"No." Debra shook his head, his eyes fixed on the battle.

More than a dozen knights formed a circle, blocking the witch's movement with long/guns from a distance. Behind them was a row of archers, holding bows and arrows, and shooting/up arrows at the sight of needles.

Originally, the witch was not afraid of the arrows of these ordinary people, but at this time she was unconscious, only knowing to attack but not to defend, and she soon got wounds one after another.

"what--!"

She uttered a scream, and ignoring the attack in front of her, her arms shook, and the overwhelming flames ignited from under her robe, and rushed towards the knight in front with the gust of wind.

Amelia swiftly swung out a wall of light to block the attack for the knight.

The flames hit the light wall, making a deafening crash, and choking smoke surged and enveloped the entire area.

Everyone coughed and didn't maintain the formation for a while.

Several knights with rich combat experience groaned in their hearts and yelled: "Go back! Go back!" while running back.

Sure enough, the next moment a fiercer and fiercer flame burned, and rushed with a boom.

Several young knights could not dodge, surrounded by flames, screaming screams.

The armor was getting hotter and hotter under the scorching fire, almost scalding a layer of the knights' skin, and pressing them heavily on them, making them unable to stand up and escape, let alone avoid the witch who struck again.

The young knight fell into despair, widening his eyes in fear, waiting for the imminent death.

The sky lit up at that moment.

The gloomy clouds seemed to be blown away by the soft white hands, revealing gentle sunlight.

And the sunlight shining on the knight, it looked like a continuous spring rain, soothing the burning scars on his body, the high temperature left him, and the world returned to light.

He stared at the front in a daze. The lady who was so beautiful that he blushed at the first glance, holding a magic wand, with coldness and fierceness between her beautiful brows, leaped high and fell down in the air.

The golden hair was gently blown away by the wind, and the sun was behind her, making her look more majestic and holy and inaccessible.

Is this the chief saint?

The young knight who had escaped from the danger was lifted up by his companion, struggling to raise his head, his eyes were attracted by the slender figure, and he couldn't look away for a while.

For some reason, the young knight had a bold and terrifying idea at this moment.

Lord Saint, she looks really alike, God.

When everyone retreated, Amelia extinguished the flame and fell in front of the witch, "Where is the person you took? Where did you take her?"

The witch did not speak, and the murderous aura that lingered around her soared after her arrival, her eyeballs protruding, and dense rockets fell from the sky, snapping and falling forward.

Amelia dodges the attack lightly, with some doubts in her heart.

This witch didn't look like a person who couldn't talk before, speaking clearly and thinking clearly, but now she seemed to be crazy. She ignored herself, and slammed her weapon straight into her own life.

What happened to her?

Who made her so crazy?

Amelia didn't have time to think about this issue, and the attacks fell one after another.

She rubbed herself up, chanting a spell silently quickly, and a soft light emerged from the wand.

When the light reached an extreme, countless bright silk threads stretched out like vines, spread and elongated at an extremely fast speed, and gathered the witch in the middle, tied into a silkworm cocoon.

With a sound of'bang', the cocoon rolled to the ground, and the cocoon rolled around for a few times, and calmed down.

The battle seemed to be over.

Amelia waited for a while, put down her wand, turned her head and said to the person behind, "No one was hurt, right?"

Rita squeezed out from the crowd with a look of admiration about to say something, suddenly turned into a panic expression, and shouted: "...behind! Behind!"

With a cold wind coming from behind her head, Amelia quickly jumped a few steps forward in reflex, avoiding the attack.

At the same time, the magic power output was increased in his hand, and more flexible white silk came out, densely covered with silkworm cocoons, and wrapped back the hand that was struggling to swing out of the wind blade attack.

"Are you all right?" Rita took Amelia's hand and dragged her back, asking her anxiously.

Amelia looked down at her silver wand, hesitated for a moment, shook her head amidst Rita's increasingly hurried questioning, and hesitated: "It's okay."

what happened?

Why did she feel her magic power, as if at that moment, suddenly weakened?

The cocoons were tied firmly, and several knights tried a few times, carried the cocoons away, and cleaned up the mess.

"Your magical talent is indeed high, no wonder even the pope will praise you personally." Debra commanded the knight to transport the cocoon that trapped the witch to the torture chamber, and said lightly.

Although she tried her best to make it seem like she didn't care, no one could hear the sourness in the words.

"Yes." Rita was proud, and smiled proudly, "Unlike some people, even if they study hard, they can only hide behind the knight and watch the battle, so their legs are shaking with fright."

Debra turned blue with anger, she took a deep breath, ignored Rita on the side, and said to Amelia: "Your magic talent is indeed very good, but in terms of overall strength, you are not as good as me. I will not give up As the chief, as long as I have the opportunity, I will use every means to pull you down, and I will tell you in advance that you don’t blame me."

Amelia grabbed Rita who was still about to talk, and smiled at her: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

Please pull me down, right now, right now!Amelia prayed devoutly in her heart.

But for some reason, Debra looked uglier when she saw her smile, her face was pale, and even the soft smile that had always been on her face was forgotten, and she flung away.

Amelia: ....

Rita on the side laughed and leaned back together: "I know, only you can cure Debra. It's so cool hahahahaha."

Rita almost flashed her waist with a smile.

A bewildered Amelia waited for Rita to laugh enough, and the two walked into the dungeon in awe and reverence. The witch had been dragged out of the cocoon and hung on the torture instrument.

She was still insane, even though her hands and feet were handcuffed with sharp nails, she was not honest, struggling to get down, and made an attack.

The gurgling blood ran down from the skinny wrist.

Amelia glanced at it and couldn't bear to look again. Just about to withdraw her gaze, she suddenly found a familiar silver hair in the corner of the witch's robe.

She was silent for a moment, bending over and twisting that strand of hair without being noticed.

Silvery white, tough, exuding a faint moonlight in the dark.

What a familiar hair, I saw it a few days ago.

Amelia's expression gradually became ferocious.