Chapter 679: Holger Who Doubted Life Fights to the Death

"Did you hear?"

"What?"

"Just now when that group of witches charged into the green cloud, it seemed like there were witches yelling 'yahoo' or something like that?"

"You didn't hear wrong, there indeed was this sound."

"This group of witches truly is formidable ah, could it be they don't know what that cluster of green cloud is?"

"The ignorant are fearless?"

"How would I know, maybe those witches are highly skilled and daring."

When seeing the witches charge into the green cloud, the drama-watching crowds who knew what this thing was instantly were dumbfounded on the spot.

No matter how they thought they never expected witches could actually be this unyielding.

This exactly was the place that made people feel terrified.

Are you joking.

That was a patch of poison cloud ah!

It was a poison where being tainted with a little bit would all leave behind lifelong scars ah!

Correct, that patch of poison cloud was an existence that even Healing Potions were unable to cure.

Under this kind of circumstance, could it be these witches weren't injured?

"Look quickly! There's a witch falling out!"

Right when someone was puzzled, a person beside pointed at the Sky Screen and shouted loudly.

This person returned his senses and looked over, only then seeing a witch in the screen riding her Flying Broom, carrying a tiny bit of green, charging out from one side of the poison cloud.

Not right! It wasn't falling out! It was the other party flying out herself!

Someone noticed this witch's movements and position very obviously weren't falling out because of being poisoned.

As expected.

Just when someone wanted to question that person's wording from just now a bit, they saw this witch shake her head, and then turn her broom around and charge into the green cloud again.

And this kind of matter would from time to time appear on the Sky Screen.

Did these witches actually not have a single bit of injury?

A person whose face was like it had been burned by flames and was unusually twisted raised his head and stared at the Sky Screen.

If these witches weren't afraid of that kind of poison cloud at all, then did it prove witches had a method to deal with this kind of poison?

The more he thought, the more he felt it was possible; his original eyes that were like dead fish eyes also gradually recovered their luster.

No good! I must think of a way to contact the witches to work!

They definitely can cure the residual poison on my face.

But how to be able to contact them?

Everyone knows ever since the last Forsaken War, the Black Witches collectively migrated onto the flying city.

Besides a minor portion wandering outside, the rest, don't mention contacting, even seeing them is very difficult.

Unless the other party lets you see them, otherwise if they fly over your head you wouldn't even know.

"Right! The Forsaken Territory!"

Although there is a commercial center now, it's said it's also helping the witches manage things. If I go there, maybe I can contact the witches.

Thinking of this, this person didn't even look at the Sky Screen anymore, and walked with quick steps towards the direction of the Adventurer's Guild.

After all, Teleportation Arrays were basically all around there.

And people like this weren't in the minority.

After all, the combat style of people from the Knight Guild, especially someone like Lancelot, definitely would implicate many people.

Although compared to the overall quantity it was minuscule, what couldn't be denied was that this kind of person indeed existed.

So after this segment of live broadcast began, the Forsaken Territory side on the contrary ushered in a great population growth, actually making Shang Chuan somewhat caught off guard.

And over here.

After Susie led people charging into the poison cloud, that massive poison cloud stopped its galloping speed, and in turn stopped in place.

One didn't need to think, definitely the witches who charged in were carrying out combat with Lancelot inside the poison cloud.

As for how the battle situation was, no one knew.

They only knew witches would from time to time come out and then go in again.

But fortunately among these witches not a single one fell out from under the poison cloud head downward.

In fact, even if there was, it also didn't matter.

Because under the poison cloud there was still a batch of witches waiting to receive people who fell down.

Whether dead or not, saying this in front of Black Witches who possessed resurrection magic was somewhat making a big fuss over a minor issue.

This was also one of the reasons they dared to charge into the poison cloud so securely without fear.

And below this batch of witches prepared to receive people there was still a batch of witches.

It was just that this batch of witches wasn't responsible for receiving people, but rather responsible for sending people.

A large group of knights riding horned horses blotted out the sky and covered the earth running from the direction the poison cloud came over towards the position where the headquarters was located.

This was the Club Knights led by Lancelot.

However, facing this many knights, this batch of witches actually didn't reveal a timid expression; on the contrary, they were even slightly somewhat excited.

After all, with this many people, this large of a target, using them to practice hands was extremely suitable.

As for what to practice hands on...

Bombers!

Bombers that Lan Qingyou had made a friendly guest appearance as previously.

This kind of combat style was truly too suitable for them, these flying witches.

Even Vampires weren't as suitable as them.

After all, a group of witches either knew how to make explosive Potions or knew how to make taking-it-a-step-further Explosive Elixirs.

So under the circumstance of having enough ammunition, this role of bombers appeared so 'natural'.

Thus...

Boom... Boom... Boom...

A series of explosion sounds resounded in the distance.

Although with the bodily toughness of the Void Race, the might of one by one explosive Potions or elixirs fundamentally wasn't sufficient to take them away.

But they couldn't withstand the witches in the sky throwing them down one after another ah.

This group of witches' bomb-dropping speed summarized was just ten words: 'not afraid of wasting them, just afraid of not being able to throw them all'.

And Holger, who originally had breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing reinforcements arrive, after seeing this set of combination punches from the Black Witches, also newly returned to the state of his face being as black as ink.

No way around it.

The ACE he originally placed high hopes on, he didn't expect in the end was actually blocked by just a hundred-odd witches.

Although looking on the surface it seemingly didn't have any strange places.

But as a teammate, he was clearer than anyone how great the effect of this patch of poison cloud was.

Even clearer was that although that guy Lancelot had an upright appearance, whether it was his personal innate talent, or his magic skills, they were all completely things related to poison.

It was fortunate this kind of person was a teammate.

If he was an enemy, he possibly wouldn't even be able to sleep.

And the result?

The witches who were flung out were like they had drunk wine, shaking their brains and then just charging in again?

Was this still the poison cloud he himself knew?

It felt completely like it had no effect ah!

Holger, anxious in his heart, the more he thought the blacker his face became.

Originally he still said relying on this guy's poison cloud could block the witches' Demon Eyes, thereby ensuring a batch of the Void Knights of his own Knight Order could escape out.

As a result, the poison cloud being useless was one thing, that explosion sound that hadn't stopped since it resounded until now even more let him know the hundred-odd thousand Club Knights under Lancelot's command were estimated to also not be much better off.

Escape! No place to escape...

Hide! No place to hide...

Then the remainder had only one method...

Thus he raised his hand.

While forcefully squeezing his fist, his mouth loudly shouted— "Famine Scales!"