Chapter 448: The witch’s sense of crisis creates a potion system! (Please subscribe)
Green water swamp.
A heavily guarded team stopped outside, guarding an exquisite carriage.
Wearing a golden mask, the witch stepped out of the carriage, and her loyal followers immediately came forward.
“Witch King, let us go in and protect you!”
"Yeah, it's too dangerous in here."
"There have been undead in and out of here during this period of time."
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A lot of talk. The voice sounded, and looking at these loyal and fiery eyes, the witch shook her head decisively and refused.
"You all stay outside and wait until I come out."
"With the blessing of the great Lord, I am safer here than anywhere else."
She said lightly.
Except for the first group, who actually saw a hundred assassins turn into withered bones in an instant on the altar, the other subsequent followers all looked hesitant to speak, but judging from the witch's attitude Determined, in the end I didn’t dare to say anything more.
Ruling as a woman, and also as the unprecedented Witch King, the witch is not as easy to talk to as she seems.
On the contrary, iron-bloodedness and ruthlessness are the norm in her rule.
Although some followers had already received the news through various channels before this, a large number of assassins had secretly lurked into the swamp, preparing to find the right opportunity to kill the ruler of this evil country.
The witch also knew the news well, but she acted very calmly and walked into the swamp in the spotlight.
Soon, the figure disappeared.
“Quick!”
“Send someone to follow!”
"We must protect the safety of the Witch King!"
Immediately afterwards, each of the followers hurriedly commanded the loyal and elite troops to quietly enter the swamp, follow the witch, and secretly protect her safety.
There is no way. It can be said that the entire country of witches is based on the prestige of the witch alone. Once she dies, no one can take up this burden. There are many careerists. , but none of them have the ability to convince others.
So for now, the safety of the witch is crucial.
Even if she disobeys her orders, these followers do not dare to let her take risks alone.
They naturally respect the rumored master of the swamp, but they believe in their own power more.
However, after these people entered the swamp, they fell into a strange situation like a ghost beating a wall. After finally finding a way out, they found that they had come out again, and the witch they were following had long been connected. No shadows can be seen.
What was even more horrifying was that they also discovered that in the woods not far away, vines were like ropes, hanging more than a dozen corpses, all of them looked terrified and looked like they were dead.
And after some people identified them, they discovered that these were actually the assassins who had sneaked into the swamp earlier!
For a time, everyone felt a sense of horror in this ancient and mysterious swamp.
On the other side, the witch walking in the swamp took off her shoes and the golden mask on her face. Her expression was extremely relaxed, as if she had returned home.
This is indeed the case.
After all, she had lived alone in the swamp for ten years, and she had a special feeling for every plant and tree here.
Not to mention that she clearly knows that with the existence of the Lord, this is the safest place, safer than her gorgeous palace, so her feelings are naturally more and more different.
After all, in order to rule, she had to wear a heavy gold mask to cover her face.
This is of course not because of her gender, but because of her ageless appearance, which can easily cause panic or even hostility to other people.
Oddly enough, many people hoped that she would live a long life and be able to protect the new witch country and develop steadily. But a few years have passed, and the years have left its mark on the faces of others. There are no traces, except that she is still young, just like in the past.
This actually caused fear in many people's hearts. After all, everyone can accept a long-lived ruler, but it is difficult to accept an immortal ruler.
Her identity as a witch had the opposite effect at this time. Many people believed that she had the ability to live forever, and some of her followers who were approaching their twilight years were secretly and secretly longing for her. , want and obtain this eternal life.
The witch's explanation and rejection made these people resentful, and various rumors spread.
Some say that she needs to kill a virgin every day and use their heart to maintain her life. Others say that she bathes in the blood of girls every night to take away their vitality. Some even say that she Under the palace, many people were buried alive and so on.
In the end, the witch had to launch a purge. After settling the rumors and the people who spread them, she put on a heavy golden mask for herself.
This suppressed the storm.
This also made her understand a truth, that is, it is always cold at high places, and kings are often lonely.
The witch walked on the water step by step, and unknowingly reached the center of the swamp. The hut she once lived in still stood, no different from what it was more than ten years ago.
She stared blankly, with a look of reminiscence in her eyes.
“Do you regret it?”
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in her ears.
She turned around suddenly and saw a huge head emerging from under the water, appearing silently behind her.
Thick and shining metallic scales, densely packed fangs, and a pair of cold vertical pupils that were staring at her with purple meaning.
One bite was enough to swallow her whole. This was just what was floating above the water, and the shadow under the water was so huge that she shuddered and lowered her head involuntarily.
Cologne?
And in her heart, she was speculating.
Over the past few years, a large number of mysterious props were sent to the swamp. The witch also obtained a lot of mysterious information from the nobles' collections, and she had her own guesses about the mysterious master of the swamp. .
In her opinion, the legendary ancient dragon, a member of the Titans who once ruled the world, a great existence comparable to gods, is the most suitable.
“No regrets!”
But verbally, she still answered Chen Shou’s question immediately.
Although she misses her life here, she does not regret it at all.
After all, how can dying quietly here compare to living a vigorous life in the outside world and realizing one's own value?
"That's good, times have changed, and more mystics will appear. This is not based on your will or even my will."
"So you must make plans early, I will create again A group of mysterious people!"
Chen Shou glanced at her and said.
“More mystics!”
The witch bit her lip, with complicated emotions in her mind.
In fact, this was the reason why she rushed here as soon as she heard the news.
Because her current status is largely due to her identity as a witch and the power of a mystic, but if there are other mystics, there is the possibility of replacing her. And that's not even the point.
The point is that she is not sure whether the master will abandon her and choose someone else to support her.
This is the most terrible thing.
She understands the power of the Lord better than anyone else, and also knows that His decision cannot be changed, so she can only calm down and continue to ask: "Are you like me?"
"No."
Chen Shou shook his head and reached out a claw from under the water, holding a small crucible with green viscous liquid flowing inside.
“This, I call it the potion system.”
(End of this chapter)