Something is wrong with Miss Witch

But even so, it is not enough to satisfy them.

Just getting hungrier and hungrier.

What follows is simply a human tragedy!

Even the insects controlled by the main brain looked restless and looked like they would join in at any time.

Just as Shafuli was rejoicing, she heard the call from the Zerg mastermind.

"The desires within them have been awakened, and they have degenerated into wild insects. Please slay these insects tainted by flames."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the insects outside the city rushing around violently.

Screaming miserably.

But even they were helpless against the city walls.

Pink flames flowed everywhere like water, emitting pink smoke, and accumulated into thick pink clouds that surrounded the protective shield.

The protective shields were constantly being worn away, and the blood elves were already busy as a group.

He kept praying and mending the holes caused by the pink flames.

The pink mist gradually penetrated through the burned and damaged holes and spread out.

Saffri's expression changed drastically, and she hurriedly shouted, "Call in the orc high priest!"

The Orc High Priest is a very rare unit, and there is basically only one High Priest in every 100,000 pits.

They wore leather cloaks with three skulls embedded on their shoulders.

His face was covered in messy patterns, and the wand in his hand was a handicraft made of leg bones and tendons.

The orc high priest knows only one spell - Champion Witness.

Whenever the Orc High Priest uses it, he can summon an illusory and vague phantom of a god.

All the orcs will fall into an unprecedented state of frenzy the moment they see the phantom of the god, and fight the enemies with a degree of brutality dozens of times more than before to win the title of champion.

Shafuli didn't know what the exact principle was, but at least for now, falling into tyranny was better than falling into desire and being burned to death.

The corpses loved by the city walls were almost piled up as high as the city walls. These corpses were burned dry of blood by lust, and then became new flame seeds, bursting out new flames.

"Shafuli..." Saki hugged Shafuli's waist tightly: "I seem to be invaded by the mist."

She rolled her body around, wishing she could pull out her bones, crush them with a millstone, pull out the itchy things inside and throw them away.

Fortunately, the orc high priest appeared, shaking his staff.

"Fight under the gaze of the gods! Chop off your enemies' heads! Sever their spines! Drink their blood! Gain eternal life from their screams and roars!"

"The strongest will be granted the title of champion under the favor of the gods!"

The high priest shouted, and the shadowy figure of a tall god appeared.

Under the gaze of the god's shadow, an orc who had smashed a murloc's head with his empty hips stood up, grabbed his axe, raised his head to the sky and roared: "waaaaaay!"

However, he just shouted without taking any action.

He was wrapped in flames, and the boiling pink flames and the high priest's spells were competing for the hearts of all the orcs.

Lou Yue was slumped on the white deer cart, and Alytia was diligently feeding her wine.

As for the source of the wine, it is of course from Chimei Township.

I can only say that if there is a witch who doesn't embezzle, she should immediately follow her mother to the Witch Hospital and make an appointment for the psychiatric department.

Lou Yue gulped the wine down into his narrow and smooth throat, and felt a little uncomfortable due to the slight dizziness caused by the replenishment of magic power.

"Your flame is so powerful."

Alytia exclaimed in admiration.

"Hehehe." Lou Yue smiled complacently: "It's just a deformation caused by the burning flames."

"Although it's because of my talent!" A proud voice!

"Although it has lost the ability to burn matter like flames, it can still ignite desires."

Lou Yue used a more cautious wording: "And before they are boiled to death, they can burn like fire, reducing my magic power consumption."

Lou Yue was showing off, and Alytia pinched Lou Yue's cheek in dissatisfaction: "You bastard!"

As the two of them were laughing and playing, the mood in the city below was gradually deteriorating.

The fog will drive the blood elves into a state of madness, which will make it impossible to maintain the defense shield. The result of being unable to support the defense is that more fog will invade.

Blood elves are more easily aroused by desire because they themselves are a race that indulges in desire.

Shafuli felt a terrible headache. She could no longer see any hope of defending the city.

"hateful!"

She gritted her teeth viciously, "My lifelong reputation has been destroyed by something like an aphrodisiac! Damn it!"

Lou Yue murmured as he looked at the city below from the White Deer Cart, "Capture that blood elf later. She will be my slave."

"Yes~yes." Alytia rolled her eyes at Lou Yue.

Chapter 92 I just want to see your frustrated expression

The whole city was burning in the fire of desire, and pink mist piled up like mountains.

Each blood elf inhaled a large amount of pink smoke, causing their legs, feet, and waist to become weak.

Even under the influence of the high priest's spell, tyranny and desire still swirled in the orcs' hearts, and they became overwhelmed.

Sometimes violent, sometimes crazy.

In order to prevent something terrible from happening, the blood elves gave up maintaining the protective shield and instead united tightly and prepared to evacuate.

Shafuli pinched Sachi's neck. Sachi was completely affected and clung to Shafuli's body desperately, like a twisted and entangled vine.

"Prepare to retreat!"

Saffri yelled.

The orcs' original brutality finally couldn't suppress their desires. In the fire of desire burning throughout the city, even the high priest was dominated by desire and began to attack other orcs frantically.

"Safri~~"

Saki gasped, her body shaking from the feeling of suffocation.

Calm down a little.

"According to the orcs' aesthetics, they look down on us. They prefer strong fellows with muscular arms that are thicker than our waists, rather than our slender bodies that are as delicate as willows in the wind."

As Sachi said this, she couldn't help but rub Safri's neck.

Saki is Shafuli's think tank, and Shafuli is Saki's weapon.

They were tangled vines, embracing each other as they fell from the trees—natural companions, in the tradition of the blood elves.

"Let's retreat to the second line of defense," Saki said hurriedly. "Now that we've lost our defenses, that witch in the sky will definitely try to capture you. After these months of war, the witches have become extremely arrogant. If you provoke them, they will retaliate like crazy."

What Saki said was right, but Lou Yue couldn't help it anymore.

She looked at the two blood elves entangled with each other and prepared to take action.

"Let those vassal troops below charge." Lou Yue looked at Alytia: "Hold back those blood elves and insects for me."

The orcs were already in chaos. They imitated the fishmen outside and used their hips to smash their companions' heads.

However, the insects in the city still maintained their basic condition. They stood on the fungal carpet, and a large amount of inhibitors controlled them to remain basically calm.

This is also a very troublesome point.

Lou Yue didn't want to fight with those bugs, her target was only the blood elves.

Alytia glanced at the vassal soldiers below who were afraid to move forward and smiled.

This smile is so fresh and beautiful, but so bloody and cruel to the vassal army below.

"boom"

A complex mark exploded in the sky, and the vassal troops below who were afraid to move forward were stunned.

Then, he charged forward madly as if he had lost his mind.

Behind these vassal troops, two rows of supervisors walked out, wearing huge armor with the heads of vassal troops hanging on them.

They cruelly and bloodily hacked to death countless vassal soldiers, twisted off their heads and replaced them with their own bodies, and forged the souls of the vassal soldiers.

These teams have a nice name - symphony orchestra.

The witch race is a chaotic race. They would extravagantly demand that their dormitories must have all kinds of gorgeous but useless decorations.

In some respects, they may appear extremely stingy.

After killing the vassal army, the symphony orchestra will extract their souls and torture and burn them.

At the beginning, those souls would curse in the rural slang of various races - they did not dare to curse the witch, but only the war supervisor.

When consciousness can no longer be maintained, it gradually turns into a murmur.

When the soul completely collapses, it will wail miserably.

And when the wailing stops, it will turn into a soul stone.

Witches sometimes use it as a ritual instrument and with potions. It is very cheap and one magic stone can be exchanged for ten such stones.

This price is only available when the market is good.

And it is precisely because of this process that every supervisor will have multiple voices like a symphony orchestra.

Therefore, this name was given by the witch.

Their mission was to advance without stopping, killing all the vassal troops they encountered from the back to the front - in order to force all the vassal troops to charge.

After all, dying at the hands of the enemy can give the soul peace.

But dying at the hands of the orchestra's supervisor is more terrifying than hell.

Even though the city was burning in flames, all the vassal soldiers were climbing the city walls with their fingernails like crazy.

The corpses piled up into a huge slope, allowing the vassal army behind to step on the mountain of corpses and launch an attack on the city wall.

In the past, the bugs would take care of the battlefield and prevent the formation of corpse mountains. But now the bugs can't leave the fungal blanket at all, and can only stand on the city wall and act as killing machines.

Alydia didn't care about the death of the vassal army - because the vassal army did not have witch power.

The blood elf was also successfully dragged away. Lou Yue stood up and looked at the blood elf: "I'm going down."

"Have a good trip." Alytia said easily.

Lou Yue took a deep breath. This was her first time on the battlefield.

The witch's blood was also stirring, and madness and brutality were filling her mind.

"According to my magic power limit, I'm no longer a weak witch, but I'm still a little excited and nervous."

The levels of witches are divided into weak witch, strong witch, great witch, super witch, and legendary witch.

The source of the division is determined by the witch's magic recovery rate.

There are 24 hours in a day, and a standard round of action for a witch to cast spells is six seconds.

So a day is 14400 rounds, and when the magic limit reaches 14400, it is considered that you have entered the ranks of powerful witches.

Because no matter how much magic power a witch has, it can be fully restored within 24 hours.

Therefore, when the magic power is 14400, the witch can recover a little magic power in one round.

When the magic power reaches 86400, the witch can recover a point of magic power per second. At this time, she is also called a great witch.

When the magic power exceeds 86400, the witch can be called an over-limit witch.

To become a legendary witch, one not only needs to have sufficient magic power, but also the ability to independently develop legendary spells.

You must have a well-known reputation in a certain industry.

Only in this way can it be called a legend.

Lou Yue himself is aware of his current level, although he already has a pretty good understanding of the witch world.

But when it comes to spells, you can only read and learn them.