Chapter 563: [Marking Demon Eye]

Before Angela's eyes were rows of towering giant trees.

Although they weren't as massive as the trees in the Forsaken Territory that were often over a hundred meters tall, they were still not small.

Of course, the most important thing wasn't the trees.

If it was just trees, this guy Angela, who liked to travel and enjoy the scenery, wouldn't have shown such a ferocious smile on her face.

What truly made her smile were the races living on those towering giant trees.

The Featherfolk, also known as the Avian Race, the Winged Race, a new race with wings growing from their backs.

They were also a small race that had joined the Forsaken Territory back then.

At the same time, they were the first race to launch an attack on the Witch Race at the beginning of the Forsaken War.

Originally, after the war broke out, the witches and these Avian people engaged in the first aerial battle since the Transmigrators arrived on the Karim Continent.

After all, races that could fly in the sky were very rare to begin with.

As it happened, one represented the possibilities of a new race, and the other represented the possibilities of magic-guided technology.

It could be said that in this war, what people paid more attention to was the Witch Race's Flying Brooms.

If the few that appeared during the arena battles previously only made people feel that the people of the Witch Race had very vivid imaginations to make such a 'toy' to cater to their 'race's worldview'.

Then that aerial battle clearly made people understand that the Witch Race didn't treat the Flying Broom as a toy, but rather an actual 'tool' that could both substitute for walking and become a combat auxiliary.

The key was that they could even achieve one or two for every person, which meant this thing could be mass-produced.

Therefore, many people contacted the Witch Race during the war, hoping to purchase this Flying Broom.

There were even active-minded merchants who wanted to act as regional agents.

But this thing was specially supplied for the Witch Race; from the beginning of mass production, there was never any intention to sell it externally.

After all, the witches weren't lacking this tiny bit of profit, and there was simply no need to add competitors for themselves in the sky.

But it was exactly because of this that the aerial battle appeared even more unforgettable.

Of course, those who truly found it unforgettable were the warring parties.

It went without saying for the Witch Race; this was their first time fighting in the air on a large scale, and it was the kind that required cooperation.

And the same went for the people of the Avian Race.

Originally, the Avian Race didn't have many people.

After this battle, they lost more than ten thousand people at once.

Thus, about a week into the war, the Avian Race collectively disappeared from the battlefield.

At the time, everyone was saying that the Avian Race couldn't withstand the losses and retreated, but this claim was probably somewhat untenable.

After all, since the other party dared to stir up a war, it meant they had preparations and resolve.

But it was such 'resolve' that made them unable to hold on for even a week; no matter how you looked at it, this didn't look like they were prepared to fight to the death.

Otherwise, it was another possibility.

Which was that these guys were just leading the vanguard, and after heating up the atmosphere, they would slip away.

This was the guess Diana made when recalling it later.

Looking at it now, it was completely correct.

At this moment, before Angela's eyes, apart from the rows of towering giant trees, there were individual Avian people living on the trees.

And in terms of numbers, no matter how Angela looked at it, she felt it might be even more than before the war broke out.

Hmm...

This might be because they received some kind of support after the war, thereby increasing their population quite a bit.

Angela didn't really dwell on this aspect much.

What truly made her displeased and made her show a ferocious smile was the quiet and beautiful smiles brimming on the faces of these Avian people.

These smiles, along with the cheerful chatting and laughing shuttling through the forest, made people feel as if these Avian people were living a life aloof from the world here.

It made one want to throw up.

"Look quickly! Isn't that a Black Witch?"

"A Black Witch has invaded!"

"Quickly attack!"

Right at the moment when Angela was feeling uncomfortable all over and nauseous, those Avian people who were closer discovered her.

Seeing her attire, they knew she was a witch, and seeing she was a Black Witch, these Avian people, who knew what they had done back then, instantly panicked.

After all, back then, they rose to power by invading the Witch Race.

Now, suddenly seeing a Witch Race member come to their habitat, the atmosphere instantly became tense.

Had the Black Witches come to attack?

Or something else?

These were no longer important. What was important now was to kill the other party, otherwise they would be killed.

After all, many of the races that participated in the invasion back then were now mortal enemies with the Witch Race.

Currently, among the objects of the witches' pursuit, besides individuals, it also included betrayers on a racial level.

It could even be said that compared to the invaders, betrayers like them were more likely to make the witches go berserk and would also invite even more severe retaliation.

Thus, knowing the severity of the problem, these Avian people didn't care whether their magic was effective against a witch or not; in short, they just threw everything over first.

Although this scene of dozens of spells greeting her face looked very scary.

But for the Level 50 Angela, it wasn't a problem at all.

On the contrary.

Because these magic attacks weren't strong but could create chaos, it instead allowed Angela to seize the opportunity to abruptly rush out from the dust raised by these spells, and then head straight deep into the forest, which was right beside these Avian people.

"That guy rushed out!"

"No! She rushed over!"

"Run quickly!"

"Where are the people from the combat team, where did they go?"

When they saw Angela rushing over on her Flying Broom, all the Avian people near the Teleportation Array panicked.

After all, everyone knew what would happen if a witch entered their firing range.

Especially since these witches, and particularly the Black Witches, had long and short firing ranges; under the circumstance where no one could accurately grasp and guess it, it was even more fatal.

Logically speaking, under this situation, anyone with a bit of a brain would usually choose to fly up into the sky or retreat to find space for themselves to assess the situation.

But unfortunately, the one who stumbled here by mistake this time was Angela, this guy from the Tourism Department.

Compared to the witches in the Forsaken Territory, the people from the Tourism Department and Patrol Team who played around outside were relatively calmer and more belligerent.

So in their eyes, there was no such thing as retreating.

Combat! Awesome!

This was their main theme.

Just like now, the [Smiling Witch] smiled as she rushed into the midst of the Avian people, her gaze continuously looking at the bodies of the surrounding people.

To others, this action would seem very suspicious, but they wouldn't know what was suspicious about it.

But if there was another witch present, they would be able to discover that the bodies of these people were all marked with a pattern as black as ink.

This was Angela's Demon Eye—the Marking Demon Eye.

Because this pattern looked like a smiling face splashed out with ink, Angela gave herself the title of 'Smiling Witch'.