"So what should we do now?" Fan Huahua decided to ignore Gegewah and ask the other high witches.
As the Disaster Witch, Fimiro's sense of calamity is absolutely infallible. Whether this disaster comes from Evil God in the sky above the Yuan Continent or some other Sky Cataclysm, they cannot avoid it.
Under Fimiro's intuition, she clearly stated that no one could avoid this disaster, and that the disaster was so immense that it could destroy the world.
It was these remarks that led the witches in the witch realm to give up on treatment, become complacent, and live for the moment.
They stopped preparing potions, stopped tinkering with magic, and stopped conducting research. The entire group's sentiment could be summed up in two words: let loose.
But as high priestesses, they are responsible for the witch race and cannot act openly.
"Since we can't protect ourselves from the impending catastrophe, why don't we seek refuge with others?" Bing Haha said after careful consideration.
"Whom should we turn to?"
"Since none of us can remain unaffected, will we be able to escape disaster by seeking refuge with others?"
Inside the room, there was a great deal of discussion, while outside, snow was falling heavily.
All the great witches were talking about who they wanted to pledge allegiance to.
"How about we seek refuge with Dragon Island?"
"No way, although those dragons don't believe in gods and have no conflict of faith with us, they are so arrogant that they might not even look down on us. What if we end up humiliating them instead of seeking refuge with them? Besides..." A high witch quickly expressed her disapproval, then looked at Gegewah with a hint of insincerity.
This newly promoted high witch has slaughtered a dragon. Although no one knows where the dragon came from or whether it was killed by Gegewah, there is no doubt that it was a fresh dragon carcass.
If Dragon Island discovers that one of their people has been killed by the witch, who knows what kind of retaliation they might face.
Talking about seeking refuge is more like courting death.
This reminder brought all the witches back to their senses, and the high witch who had made the suggestion turned her face away somewhat awkwardly.
"Dragon Island is not an option, but what about the Descenders?" A thoughtful expression appeared on Fan Huahua's aged face.
At this moment, she remembered the special nature of the Descenders. Su was not only a witch but also a saintess of the Elf race. When she learned this truth, Fan Huahua was still very shocked.
Because she couldn't imagine why a witch could serve as a saintess of the Elf race.
However, the Descenders are always a group full of miracles. Not to mention Sue, the witch, even the other Descenders changed their class to witches all possess an incredible power.
"No, the Descenders are too unreliable. Although their appearance is full of miracles, their behavior is too erratic and their ability to handle things is too strange. They are not good people to rely on."
Several high witches nodded in agreement with this statement, as they too had suffered their share of harassment from the Descenders.
After all, it's good for newcomers to be proactive, but going too far isn't a good thing either.
Imagine a large group of Descenders witches following you, surrounding you, and chasing after you asking, "Any quests?" "Any quests?" "Can I help you?" "Is there anything I can do?" "Any quests?" "Can I help you?" "Please leave it to me!" "Witch, do you like this?"...
The great witch, annoyed by the disturbance, would lift the covers at night and wonder if a Descenders would suddenly appear in her bed.
"In the end, since it's a catastrophe of world-ending magnitude, other races probably won't escape it either, so there's no need for us to keep thinking about this and that."
A petite witch, nestled in a chair, yawned and spoke.
"You want to start a business again, don't you, Du Mengmeng?"
"Well..."
"That's not good."
"Take each day as it comes, don't be so grumpy all the time, Herl Emperor wouldn't like that."
"Alas, why do we have Disaster Witch, but no witches who bring hope?"
Hearing the noisy chatter around her, Gegewah lowered her head and ate her chicken leg.
Someone mentioned the term "Hope Witch," which instantly brought back some of Gegewah's memories.
He said, "Then why don't we go and seek refuge with the Elf race?"
"The Elf race? Hmm... I'm not sure about their current attitude towards the God of Death."
"It's true that the Elf race are strong, but the God of Death once dripped a single drop of blood into the Elven Empire, causing long-term forest pollution and costing them many lives. They probably dislike us, who worship Herl Emperor."
"Really."
"Ah, I just have a bit of a feeling about the Hope Witch you've mentioned. If anyone can represent hope, it's probably only Sue."
Gegewah sighed, after all, Su really brought her a dragon corpse, and when he was drunk, he said that he Hope Witch or something.
"Su..."
The topic returned to the Hope Witch, and Fan Huahua suddenly remembered that she had tried to investigate Su's function, but as soon as her investigative power penetrated Su's body, she saw a huge tree and was kicked out before she could find out what the function was.
It was because the witch and the Elf Saintess had come together that Su's role seemed strange, so she casually said that her function was 'giant tree'. She didn't know Su's true function.
"I'm good friends with the Elf race Saintess Sue, she'll definitely take us in," Gegewah said confidently, patting her chest.
"Heh, keep bragging. You think the Holy Maiden of the Elf race would be your friend? How could the Holy Maiden of the Elf race possibly come here?"
"Huh? You didn't know?" Gegewah exclaimed in shock.
"What do you not know?"
"The red-haired little girl who appeared at Gegewah's house several times is the Holy Maiden of the Elf race."
Now that things have come to this, there's no need to hide anything anymore, so Fan Huahua added.
When Fimiro was traveling around, he led a group of witches to Gegewah's house, where they not only saw the dragon's corpse but also a little red-haired witch.
This isn't a long time ago; everyone remembers it.
"So she was a saintess of the Elf race."
"Something seems off. Why is the Elf race saintess a witch? Isn't she an elf?"
"Uh... I also find it a bit strange that you're asking this."
For a moment, most of the witches looked at Fan Huahua.
Fan Huahua smiled wryly and said, "How would I know?"
"All I know is that she is special. I tried to find out her function, but before I could even see her, I was kicked out by a giant tree."
Gegewah instantly realized. "Then what you said about her being the Great Tree Witch was a lie!"
Fan Huahua nodded.
Gegewah immediately became excited and said, "Didn't you say that witches sometimes reveal their roles under special circumstances? Well, her drunkenness and unconsciousness back then counted as a special circumstance, right? She did say that she was the Hope Witch at that time!"
"Um... how Gegewah you find a chance to lure her over, get her drunk, and then ask her something?" Bing Haha suggested.
Since Su's body has a protective force that prevents them from probing, let's get her drunk again. If the answer is the same as last time, then it means that her function is indeed hope!