Grinda moved her long skirt lightly, wore a crystal crown on her head, and led a group of people to the castle square, where there were already a large number of people, including old and young, men and women, tall and mighty men, small dwarves, and women with aprons and weaving cloth. Everyone gathered together and pointed at the sky and said nothing.

Grinda ignored the crowd of people discussing, because the scene in the distance was more attractive to her. A big fireball burning red in the sky kept eroding the power of the magic wall. In front of the fireball, crystal clear and transparent to the castle, which brought countless senses of security, the magic wall seemed so fragile at this moment. In front of the powerful flames, it looked more like a thin bubble as thin as white paper. Grinda's face gradually changed. At this moment, it seemed as if everything was out of her control.

"The evil witch cannot pass through that wall..." Grinda murmured to himself, as if comforting himself.

But reality is often cruel. Soon, a sound like a broken glass came. The burning flames pulled the long black exhaust and broke through the magic wall as thin as paper. It did not give the people in the castle any chance to pray. Killing was right in front of me. Flying beasts with huge wings flew out of the cracked hole, roaring with their teeth and baring their teeth.

"Hurry, leave here!!! Cover..."

"Take the children and the elderly to a safe place and run!" Grinda shouted loudly to the crowd below.

"Well... it's really spectacular!" Dismusk couldn't help but say something as if he was looking at the scene in front of him. Abrody looked at Dismusk and devoted his energy to the sky. Without any words, he played the conscious that a bodyguard should have.

"These will indicate the coming of death. At that moment, what you see will not be spectacular, but a disaster that flows into a river." Grinda responded with a very bad expression. She did not expect things to become so bad.

"I need your help, two gentlemen!"

"But we can't do anything." Dismusk subconsciously said perfunctorily.

Grinda shook his head helplessly. It seemed that the guests were not ready to help him. Looking down at the flying beasts, Grinda could no longer sit still. He held the magic wand and couldn't help but tighten his body, flew to the flying beasts that were acting evilly, and saved his people in dire straits. The scene became chaotic for a while, and there were castle people running and asking for help everywhere. Grinda had magic, but there were too many people who needed to ask for help. The scene had completely lost control and became a one-sided situation.

The flying beast's claws scratched the chests of one person after another, and blood was unscrupulously sprinkled on the flat square of the marble slabs, reminding people endlessly of the fiery red rose garden; the escaped people were running around, looking for a shelter to protect, and the white figure wandered around without stopping, wanting to kill another flying beast and save another bright red life.

Dismusk looked at the blood-red and his eyes tightened, and he took a step forward to participate in the rescue. At this time, a fair arm suddenly appeared in front of him. Dismusk was stunned, turned his head to look at the source of his arm, and threw a puzzled look.

Abrodi shook his head gently and said, "Wait a minute, Grinda has something to hide from us, maybe this is a conspiracy."

"If this conspiracy is to be laid out with blood, then I must stop it. They are innocent." Dismusk pointed to the crowd of people who were running for life and said firmly. At this moment, his sense of justice exploded. He grew up in blood and death and hid human nature in his heart. At this moment, it was completely exploded.

Looking at Dismusk's answer to his friend, Abrodi was stunned and couldn't help but let go of his arms. It seemed that he was also a person with a story. At this moment, he also touched the weakest part in his heart and had a hint of resonance.

Dismusk roared, and took advantage of the moment when the flying beasts in the air were stunned, he quickly threw himself into the crowd and left them one by one into the castle building. Perhaps the safest one there, he did not choose to attack the flying beasts directly. Perhaps Abrody's words moved him. Grinda had her conspiracy, so he still focused on saving people and handed over the evil and bloody flying beasts to the white back.

Looking at the guest who claimed to be Tom, she was willing to help, Grinda couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. When she first saw these two people in the garden, she felt very strange. In this fairy-tale land with barriers, it was impossible for ordinary people to come in as if nothing had happened. After her own tentative blow, there was no result. Grinda found that these two people were not ordinary people, saying that they were businessmen, and the genius believed it. Maybe their names were fake. Who would give herself such a rustic popular name Tom and Jerry. Do you really think it was a cat and a mouse...

The fireball burning in the sky was shocked to find that her subordinates did not give the result she wanted. Finally, they could not hold back the loneliness in their palms and leaned over, leading a ball of flames, leaving balls of black smoke in the sky.

Grinda used his magic wand to point at the flying beast flying in the air. When the magic wand emitted dazzling white light, it killed the flying beast in the air like a shock wave, landed on the ground, rolled twice, and stopped moving. He didn't know if he was dead or not. He raised his arm and turned around, preparing to give a fatal blow to the flying beast flying beside him, what he saw in Grinda's eyes was not the familiar wings flashing and sharp claws, but a red ball of burning flames...

"Ah..." With a scream, the white figure flying in the air was flooded by the fiery red flames. It fell to the square like a meteorite falling to the ground. Bang...bang...bang...several sounds, the white figure fell on the ground several times, rolling from the center of the square to the stairs on the edge of the square, and then stopped.

Grinda covered her stomach with one hand and held the white porcelain-like scepter tightly with the other hand. The magic power from the wand gave her a lot of security. The messy silk covered her eyes and the vision in front of her. The cracked dress revealed a little spring light. The scenery in her outfit could inspire a man's primitive blood. At this moment, she no longer looked like the arrogant daughter of heaven, but a charming woman who fell into the mortal world.

The next moment, Glinda tried hard to raise her head and looked at the guy who was attacking him in the sky.

The burning flames of the fiery red gradually became much smaller, and accompanied by a large amount of black smoke, it gradually went out, and slowly exposed a woman in a windbreaker and a long hat from the black smoke. This is the traditional way of dressing up by the evil witches in the West.

The sky suddenly dimmed, gray, without a trace of sunshine, nor a trace of warmth. When the black witch appeared in shape, the scene suddenly became quieter and the situation became clearer. The crowd of escaped slowly retreated and gradually gathered around Grinda. Two women helped Grinda up; and the flying beasts on the opposite side seemed to have seen their master, shaking their tails and rubbing against their master's skirt.

A black dress with a corner of the skirt to the delicate ankles and a wide round neck on the upper body, you can see a touch of spring light on your chest, barbs with shoulder collars on your shoulders, wide-edged hat brim, and long hat tips. Five fingers are bulging, and the long nails drive a slight flame. It is said that water and fire are ruthless. No matter what profession, most of them use water or fire as a powerful element.

Dismusk grabbed an old man's collar and put him in the garrison room of the city tower. Then he went up the stairs on the side and stood on the city tower with Abrody, so he could only look down at the panoramic view.

"You bitch, my sister has been holding back to you. I didn't expect that you would collude with outsiders and want to subvert everything here. Do you want to regain the power you have?" The witch said gloomyly, her hoarse voice was like the sound of tearing cloth.

"When you killed my father, why didn't you think of repentance? Put away your mercy. You evil demons who do all kinds of evil and kill unarmed subjects. God will punish you!" Grinda stood up with the help of the woman next to her and said in a tit-for-tat way with the witch in black.

"Hmph, that king who is inferior to beasts is not worthy of our respect..." The witch seemed to be stimulated and suddenly roared angrily, but before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by the sound on the city tower.

"Hey, dear Miss Witch, ask for a moment, what is your name?" Dismusk couldn't help but wait. He just wanted to know who Rachel was, and then he found out where his little girlfriend had gone.

The witch then noticed two people on the city tower, two men dressed very carefully, one handsome and the other had a face that women envied. These two guys were not affected by the war in front of them, and their clothes were combined and their every move was naturally scattered, proving that neither of these two people should be underestimated. The witch thought so.

Without probing them to interrupt their words, the witch said with great caution, "I am the Western witch Saidora, are you two great magicians?"

"Don't you care? You are worse than beasts. That man is not only the king, but also your father. You, the sinful man who kills the father, have the face to live in this world? You should go to hell with your sister and be judged by justice!" Grinda roared at the witch with gasp.

"You are too naive, Grinda; just like your father, that's why my sister would easily kill him. My dear little princess, when my sister and her army appear here, the yellow land will be dyed red with blood. It is the blood of every woman, farmer, dwarf in your kingdom..." The witch said furiously, then stretched out her five fingers, her sharp nails shone with a bloody red light, and a ball of flames rose several inches away from her palm, and the sizzling sound came out. Celora watched the fireball grow to a certain level, and waved her arm, and the burning fireball roared towards Grinda with a huge destructive energy.
Chapter completed!