Release that Witch

"This is where you last landed?" asked Tilly as she looked at the towering rock face in front.

After seeing the coastline, the beautiful woman sailed west along the shore until she met the beachhead, and the ashes shouted to stop the boat.

"Well, look," she pointed to the top of the mountain.

Tilly looked in the direction she pointed, and saw that the orange flags on both sides were flying in the wind.

"Although the beach was still here last time, the two flags indicate that we have not taken the wrong path."

"I also have the impression," Old Jack said with a pipe. "But last time they carried a huge balloon to transport all the witches over the cliff. How do you go over?"

"A huge balloon?" Tilly was curious.

"Well, you can fly up with the heat," Ashes nodded. "It is said that it was the invention of His Royal Highness Roland. The principle is to use the power of the rising air to carry the balloon and the people together."

The look of the five kings was a bit complicated. "The court tutor didn't teach these things." Then she spit out the anger. "I will see him soon, and naturally I know the result. We will go ashore."

"Are you sure you are not waiting for him to pick you up on board?" The captain shook off the ash. "What about the cliff?"

"Just give it to the Sawyer," Tilly smiled.

Because it is a naturally formed coast, no one knows the depth of the seabed. The Beauty Beauty does not dare to rely too close, and can only send people to the mountain shoal by releasing the landing boat.

After a group of people stepped on the thick snow, Tilly looked at Jack. One-eyed, "Mr. Captain, so trouble you wait here for three or four days, and they still need your help to send back to the island."

"Of course," the captain said. "Without you on the boat, I dare not return the same way. God knows if the mutants will find the door again."

Tilly walked to the edge of the cliff and used the ability of the magic stone to fly directly to the top of the mountain. Observing the situation around the mountain, the terrain behind the mountain was much higher than the shoal, almost flat with the mountain top, which means that it only needs to climb and does not need to land. The height of the wall is about 50 steps, and the magic consumption will increase greatly when the barrier is used to push objects. However, such a distance should be no difficulty for Sawyer. She slowly landed next to the four people. "Yewei, the three of them will bother you."

"Yes, Tilly," the latter smiled and patted the chest, then summoned the invisible barrier after two days of rest. She had recovered from the violent collision against the behemoths, waiting for everyone to embark on a transparent barrier. She drove the magic, causing it to rise slowly, and then turned over the hills.

Then, under the guidance of the ashes, the group took half a day to finally arrive at Bianbu Town.

The first thing that came into the eyes of Tilly was a unique steel bridge. It sits across a wide river, with only two piers at the bottom, removing a neatly arranged iron beam and iron column, without any extra decorations and patterns on the body. The snow covered on the bridge surface is in sharp contrast with the exposed black bridge. At first glance, there is an indescribable momentum.

"This bridge...is really big," sighed with the wind. "How many iron ingots did they melt in order to build such a bridge?"

“It’s a waste of material. It’s clear that the pontoon can solve the traffic problem. Is it necessary to build such a high?” Ashes did not take it for granted. “Bianzi Town itself is the last stop of the merchant fleet. Is there any ship that wants to go to the river? Doing business?"

"Seeing shallow speech," Andrea swayed the index finger gracefully. "Even if I am not a Gray Fortress, I can see that the woodland in the west is quite valuable. Now there is no town that does not mean that there is no future. If you want to continue to expand The scope of the territory, the expansion to the no-man's land is a good choice. By the time the pontoon becomes a roadblock that hinders the transportation of the river, the older brother of Tilly is obviously longer than you think."

The ashes raised their eyebrows. "I used to like the vulgar aristocrats who savagely cooking. Now I am changing my brother's brother?"

"The word vulgar aristocracy is what you add," said the blonde witch, who dismissed her head disdainfully. "In addition, the long-term gaze and the barbaric cooking are not in conflict, so you don't have to play in front of Tilly."

Tilly did not care about the two people's routine disputes, but instead set their sights on the other side of the river.

She noticed an incredible phenomenon.

At this time, the sky is still snowy, and the temperature is no different from that of the cold winter. It is reasonable to say that the townspeople should hide in their homes at this time, either around the stove or shrinking into the quilt. Even in Wangdu, there are few people in the winter street who can harden the physical exhaustion. If you want to warm your body, you should eat a little more than usual, and don't raise the door and risk of cold. Therefore, in addition to the necessary food and drink, the vast majority of civilians will always avoid action in the winter.

However, the riverside of the town is constantly coming and going. Some of them are pushing the car, some are carrying big bags, and they are hurrying and seem to be working. Tilly did not find the supervisors holding the whip around them, that is to say, these people were completely voluntarily working.

How can this be?

Immediately after crossing the iron bridge, two guards with strange long guns came over. They wore uniforms and looked very energetic. They were completely different from the common patrols in the big cities. "Stand up, why are you coming from the south? "One of them looked at them for a moment, "Wait, you are... witches?"

This question gave Tilly a slight glimpse. Although she already knew that the town had publicized the existence of the witch, when she personally heard the ordinary people ask this sentence in such a calm tone, the heart still had a wave of ripples. "Yes, we are witches."

"I want to join the club," the guard laughed. "The trouble is waiting here. I will report it to you immediately."

"Wait? No, this is"

"Okay, we are waiting here." Tilly reached out and interrupted the ashes. "In addition, can I ask what these people are busy with?"

"Ah, they are repairing the dock, because the snow is coming too suddenly, and many things are messed up. As for what to do, I don't know much."

When the guards returned to their posts, they asked in an incomprehensible question, "Why don't you tell them your identity?"

"Don't you be curious? How will he receive a witch from another city?" Tilly blinked playfully.

Not long after, a tall, woman dressed in white came over here with a long curly blond hair and impeccable looks. Even if she couldn't see the magic, Tilly could feel the sharp momentum emanating from her, just like a sharp-edged blade.

There is no doubt that the coming man is a fighting witch and is the most powerful one.

"I really thought that there is a new witch who wants to join the Communist Youth League. Are you not going back to sleep on the island?" She looked at the ashes first, then swept through the crowd. When her eyes fell on Tilly, she suddenly saw a moment, and in a flash, the sharp feeling disappeared, replaced by the warmth of water.

"Hello, my name is Nightingale," she nodded and said. "You must be Tilly Wimbledon, the younger sister of Roland?"

(To be continued.)

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