I Am Stuck In A Beta Test For 1000 Years

Chapter 17. The Witch, Hilda

The Soul Sucking Monsters were agile and easy to get close to. The mucus on their bodies made them immune to physical resistance, so were a nightmare for mages.

The master who created the illusion was no exception.

It was a witch, her wet red curly hair still wrapped in a headscarf, and she was wearing a loose robe. The moment she panicked and dodged the spirit flayers, one could see that there was almost no air under her clothes, and her plump white flesh was exposed to the air along with her panic.

In his panic, the headscarf also flew away.

She was being chased by the Soul Sucking Monsters and was running back. Just as she was about to be grabbed by the swarming tentacles, Shaya rushed forward like an arrow. Alfie threw out her sword and pierced one of the Soul Sucking Monsters' tentacles, nailing her to the ground along with the hem of her witch robe.

A large piece of the witch's robe was torn off, and the spirit flayers also shrank back in pain, but they did not forget to throw out a tentacle to strangle her ankle. The witch lost her balance and fell to the ground.

The man and the monster seemed to have lost their balance after falling off a cliff. They formed a line in the horizontal direction and were in a deadlock.

The witch did not dare to move, because Char's hand was on the hilt of his sword. If he lifted it slightly, the Soul Sucking Monsters would pounce on him. She could not avoid it at such a short distance. Furthermore, they had to deal with the attacks from this Half-elf, so they could only look at him with hatred.

At this time, Evelyn also came in from outside the phantom. She walked to the witch's side with elegant cat steps and looked down at her.

The Dark Elf had taken off her armor and changed into a set of casual clothes. Even though the witches were also beautiful, they could not help but be stunned and a little defeated when they saw her.

Evelyn knelt down and lifted her chin with the handle of the whip.

"Where's the hot spring?"

The witch was stunned at first, and then she said awkwardly, "Follow the stone path to the end."

"Thank you," Evelyn said.

The Elf walked away without looking back. Although her steps were elegant, there was a sense of urgency.

After watching her leave, the witch finally reacted.

'That's my hot spring!'

She was about to struggle, but Char's hand on the hilt of his sword lifted slightly.

"What do the two of you mean by this?"

These words were said in an aggrieved manner.

"Lady Hilda, I mean no harm."

Char laughed and grabbed the head of the Soul Sucking Monsters.

"Thri-xa!"

The soft-bodied creature was terrified. It blew out a sticky bubble to wrap itself up and then disappeared.

With the Soul Sucking Monsters gone, Hilda's mind was suddenly filled with ideas.

She snorted lazily and turned her body to the side as if she had relaxed, exposing her flat stomach in front of Char. She put on a coquettish posture, but one of her hands was hidden behind her back, and her fingertips were covered with red mist.

Unlike mages who used elements and arcane spells, witches' spells were usually related to blood, and would later be contaminated with mana.

The blood could come from their own bodies, or from powerful magical beasts, or even humans.

Every month, the witches would prepare a mixture of blood and medicine to enhance their ability to guide blood. This could not only enhance their strength, but also prolong their lives.

However, before Hilda could do anything, Alfie's sword, which was coated with cream pine oil, was pressed against her neck. The tip of the sword cut into her skin, and an uncomfortable burning sensation spread from the point of contact.

"I advise you to behave yourself, Lady Hilda."

Char smiled and slowly knelt down.

"How do you know my name?"

Hilda trembled slightly, and her crossed legs moved slightly.

The witch's feet were white and small, and her toenails were painted dark red with red pine sap, full and attractive. Char's eyes stayed on it for a moment.

I also know that you're an elf from the Golden Butterfly Lake.

Hilda's body trembled slightly, and she suddenly shrank back as if she had seen a ghost.

That guy...

Was he a demon?

"Don't be nervous. Come, I'll help you up."

Char kept his sword and extended his hand.

Hilda hesitated for a moment, but Char helped her up.

The witch's strong recovery ability had healed the small wound on her neck, leaving only a small red dot, which was the result of the sword oil.

"Who are you?"

This was the first question the witch asked after she stood up.

"I'm just a passerby. My female companion wants to use your hot spring."

"Passing by?" Hilda glanced at the end of the stone road. "Hmph, a Dark Elf has appeared on the edge of Andaheim. Are you going to assassinate the queen?"

"It's not that exaggerated,"

"Ha, it's not that exaggerated..."

She seemed to be laughing at Char's overconfidence, but she also seemed to be dissatisfied with his perfunctory words.

"I can lend you the hot spring. I won't ask about your background, and I won't hold you responsible for breaking into my house."

Hilda stared at Char. "It seems like you know me very well. But you don't really think that I can be subdued so easily, do you?"

"Are you saying that you're just trying to not be angry at us?"

"You can think of it that way."

Char laughed. "Then I'll just say it. I've specifically chosen today to come. You should understand what I mean, right?"

Hilda's footsteps slowed.

"What do you mean by that?"

"The Blood Fiends that you fed with your blood just happened to fall asleep today. You finally have time to take care of the few days that you feel uncomfortable every month. As a result, the few utensils that were supposed to be weapons were washed in the medicinal pool, and the crucible was occupied by boiling medicinal blood. Well, without the blood fiends and weapons, I'm sorry I haven't had the blood to drink. I really think you can be easily subdued."

Hilda's eyes flashed with fear, but she was still calm.

"Hmph, you think you're smart."

She walked forward, and a corner of her tattered witch robe fluttered in the wind. Char's eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of black lace.

Eh?

It was not like this in the past...

The two of them walked along the stone path to the end, and a wave of heat hit them head-on.

Hilda's two-story treehouse was built right in front of them, blocking the stone path and the hot spring. But the house was old and dilapidated. There were no walls on both sides, and the lingering white gas came out from the dim candlelight. There was a string of footprints on the clean wooden floor. It was as if Evelyn had walked straight through the hall and then jumped into the water impatiently.

She could not wait at all...

Char sighed to himself and half-supported and half-forced the witch into the house.

He quickly glanced around, and sure enough, the unique props and the undergarments that he used to wear were all put away. Although the furnishings in the room were still strange, they looked dignified and serious.