Fear? Chen Qi unconsciously shrinks his pupils.
In that instant, the Ice Witch's red pupils also fiercely transford into bright red vertical pupils. As her body's temperature rose, her consciousness gradually awoke from the long dream.
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Dusk, the orange-red sky rges with the sea.
Wave after wave laps against a solitary island.
A couple, wearing tattered clothes, struggles to berth a rundown steamboat on the shore, staggering onto the uninhabited island.
Due to prolonged hunger and infected wounds, their bodies were skeletal and riddled with holes.
They had crossed kingdoms, snow mountains, deserts, seas, witnessed the Ghost Ship, tsunamis, Deep Sea Titans, storms, avalanches, wars...
These frail two had survived two years of adventures in this unpredictable world.
And all this, for this day, to et the legendary Prophet, the Great Sage!
The last Witch in the world, the destructor and guardian of the sea—Witch Angela.
Years of wishes, years of journey, have finally culminated.
The frail husband pulls out the red crab clinging to the corner of his mouth along with his own flesh, then spits out the seawater from his mouth.
A gentle sea breeze blows.
His soulless eyes, his hair ssy as seaweed, once again sparkle:
"Finally, we've made it!"
"We've made it!!! We are saved!"
The husband excitedly throws open his arms and cheers.
However, his wife, cradling their daughter in her arms, trembles uncontrollably.
"No, no, no..."
In this dwelling of the Witch, an indescribable stench of decay assails their nostrils.
The husband looks forward, his pupils constrict instantly.
Legend had it, Angela was an elegant witch, her ho always blooming with flowers, filled with books.
But now before them, was just a pile of rotting corpses.
People piled up like diseased livestock on the island, next to which the white Lamp Moon Sea Dragon swims underwater.
Corpses, corpses, the Witch's dwelling, all filled with countless corpses...
And these rotting black bodies are covered with eerie dark tentacles and black patterns.
On the land, bright red flowers grow and continually absorb these bodies.
These bodies, dense with flowers and tentacles, like soil, fill the entire island.
On these writhing corpses, one could still see their faces twisted in agony from before their death, and faintly hear the eerie sounds of whale cries.
The light in the husband's eyes instantly turned to fear.
He recalled the rumors among countless adventurers.
The Witch's forgiveness and gifts all co at a price, only by offering enough sacrifice can one's desires be fulfilled.
Supporting each other, they continued towards the center of the island.
Soon, they reached the center of the island.
A white cloth covers a large, elevated pile of corpses.
On top of the pile of corpses, a white-haired girl in a white rose dress sits on a wooden chair, one hand holding a book, the other a cup of red tea.
She gently sways the red tea in her hand, takes a light sip, and a faint smile curls her lips.
As if the horrific scene before her was rely a beautiful landscape.
Ice Witch Angela!
The husband stifles his throat, he was just a Third Rank Pharmacist, and his wife, just a Third Rank Astrologer.
Before the Ice Witch, they were no different than the corpses on the ground.
Absolutely, absolutely must not approach the monster before them! Driven by instinct, the husband's dry feet continually stepped backward.
"Uh, uh, uh—"
Just then, the husband heard the crying of the girl in his wife's arms.
The husband paused for a mont—their child still needed good dicine, the Witch's good dicine.
Finally, he mustered courage and stepped forward.
And the mont he took that step.
Click!
The world's scene turned blue and froze!
Click!
Click!
Following the sound of three clicks!
The scene before the husband and wife changed and froze twice, they underwent two spatial transitions out of thin air.
In just a mont, they arrived right before the Ice Witch and struck a devout pose!
What happened?
The husband and wife were absolutely shocked, they couldn't comprehend the power they had just experienced.
A gentle sea breeze blows.
Under the light of the dusk, the Witch closes her book, turns her head slightly and softly asks:
"What do you wish for? And what do you offer?"
During her brief awakening, countless adventurers had co to seek her for power, for knowledge.
All gifts co at a price, that is the Witch's rule.
The husband took out a badge of the Golden Canary Family and a "Book of Seagull" from his waist.
Then, the husband and wife both knelt down, striking their heads hard on the ground:
"Respected Witch, we are from the Golden Canary Family of the Golden Flower Bird Kingdom.
We are willing to exchange a badge of the Golden Canary Family and a forbidden book on taming sea beasts written by our grandfather, for the dicine to treat our daughter!"
The Witch took the badge and the book, her lips curling up:
"A book from the Golden Canary Family, willing to betray your family for good dicine..."
The Golden Canary Family is the right hand of the Golden Flower Bird Kingdom, an enormously large family strictly controlling any book.
The Ice Witch crosses her legs, slightly lifts her hood, revealing her bright red pupils underneath:
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