Not a Witch

After midnight, most of the mercenaries of the Long Ji Sect began to flee and leave the town, and the remnants of the Bow Hunting Sect also took advantage of this to pursue them. Under such a joint attack from inside and outside, the ownership of this town returned to the Bow Hunting Sect hands.

"May I ask your name?"

Several members of the Bow Hunting Sect bowed to the girl in the blood-colored robe, and then asked.

"It's not convenient for me to say." Jena shook her head with her face covered, her father was still in Beacon City.

These few people looked at each other, and then gathered together to gather a bag of gold coins. Judging by their size, there were probably more than 50 gold coins.

"Since you don't want to say it, then we don't force it. Please accept this as a token of our gratitude."

Most of the bow hunters are locals, and they still have some foundation in the local area.

Jena shook her head, and then said, "There's no need for money, I want to know something from you."

"Please ask."

Several people invited the girl to sit in a room, and one of them asked others to bring a brand new cloak.

"Do you need a replacement?" he reminded.

Only then did Jena notice that her cloak was covered with blood. She nodded and took it over, untied the slightly heavy cloak, and put on this black cloak again.

"Can you tell me about the situation and plans of your bow hunters? I was in Black Rock before, and I just came back recently."

"This... You can't tell outsiders at will, but since you asked, we can talk about something less confidential."

Jena nodded.

"Right now, Master 'Phantom Blue' Tefera of the Bow Hunter Sect is gathering warriors in the Valley City to prepare to counterattack the Beacon City. In addition, the elder associations in various places are also organizing militias to resist the invasion of the Long Halberd Sect."

"Are you sure about taking down Beacon City?" Jena asked again. She had entered Beacon City, and now there are at least 8 long-halberd coalition forces there. Although they are scattered under different giants, they are still a powerful force.

"Perhaps the big shots above are confident, but many of us have just escaped from Beacon City, so we don't have any hope for it." Several people smiled wryly.

"We are not afraid of the mercenaries of the Long Halberd Sect. After gathering the hunters from the mountains, our side also has skilled combat power, but that kind of black steel weapon is not something that the longbow can match."

"Black steel?"

"Yes, you may not have seen it. In fact, it is the first time we have seen it. It is a special weapon provided by the Southern Frost Rose."

"Just pull a certain mechanism, and the metal round bullet will be shot, piercing the steel armor. Besides, there are even more special individuals."

"Those mercenaries call it the magic crystal gun, and its power can even penetrate rock walls."

"Although the number is not large, it is too deterrent on the battlefield. Ordinary people simply don't have the courage to fight with that kind of weapon."

Listening to the descriptions of these people, Jena remembered the alchemy creations displayed in the Northern High Tower Academy a long time ago, and there were similar things in it.Didn't expect it to be implemented on a large scale now.

The world is constantly changing, just like what my father said, and Frost Rose, who possesses such a powerful power, will definitely not be content with a peaceful corner.And as long as they are behind the scenes to fuel the flames, there will be no peace in the Principality of Black Rock.

They need this country to keep Crancia at bay for their southern battlefield.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, she sighed in her heart, even if she could find a way to change the country, there is no environment to implement it now.

After learning more about it, Jena also learned a little more about the situation of the Bow Hunting Sect.

"Why is there such a big conflict between hunting bows and halberds?" She wanted to know how the people here viewed this issue.

"I can't reconcile it." A gray-haired middle-aged man next to him said, with a big ax behind his back, his face was like a knife, and he was weather-beaten.

"This is where we have lived for generations. Every lake and field is owned by an owner. Naturally, those returning mercenaries are not willing to spend money from us to buy food and other things, and now they have lost their past. The source of income is naturally going to fight."

"It's the same as a wild wolf in the mountains who is hungry and wants to eat rabbits. There is nothing to say."

"You expect them to settle down. It's impossible. They're not stupid. They have murderous weapons in their hands, so they naturally have courage."

"These people are used to killing outside, and they have a lot of bad habits of burning, killing and looting. Don't expect them to have a conscience at all."

"To deal with such scum, why should we give them a good impression."

Jena listened quietly, recalling the same question she asked her father's mercenaries in the city a few days ago, but the answers they gave were different.

"We are desperately trying to earn money from outside. They don't have to do anything. They just sit on the ground and raise the price. Seeing that we are a small number of 'outsiders', they sell it at such a high price and snatch the hard-won coins from us. We rely on Why should this group of people be cheap?"

"Moreover, they are the majority in the local area. Many mercenaries who come back are not only unpopular with the locals, but will also be ostracized and bullied."

"There is also that elders' association, which is a group of local stubborn old people who use all kinds of rules and regulations to restrain and beat you. Each one of them wants all kinds of services and benefits because of their age, and sometimes they are greedy for us. His wife and daughter, this kind of thing, as long as a man can't bear it."

Although they come from the same source, the two parties are far apart, no matter how difficult it is to integrate, it is only natural for them to be hostile to each other.

In this small town, the former Elders' Association had been killed by members of the Long Halberd Sect, but now the Bow Hunting Sect in charge of the town is all young and strong with combat effectiveness, so the atmosphere is slightly better.

After learning about the views of the Bowhunting faction, Jena felt a little disappointed because she could not see any hope of reconciliation between the two factions.

After putting it away and saluting, she simply said goodbye and left the town again.

Watching the girl walk away, several leaders of the bow hunting faction in the city began to discuss in low voices.

"Where did this girl come from, so powerful?"

"Is it still necessary to guess?" A man with a bow next to him chuckled.

"Of course Emenas."

"He has such strength at such a young age. Judging from his accent, he should have grown up in China and then studied in school in recent years, otherwise he would not be so unfamiliar with the current situation."

"I just don't know which side she's on, hey."

"Forget it. In fact, the few members of our Bow Hunting Sect are not very good people. There are some dross things that really don't meet people."

"But what can we do? Our relatives and friends since we were young are all tied to this boat. Could it be that I'm still allowed to mix with the Long Ji faction?"

"Everything was slowly buried a long time ago, but now it has finally exploded."

"Forget it, go drink, don't think about these things, relax today, let's take people out of here tomorrow, this place is still too close to Beacon City."

"Let the people above worry about major national affairs and so on. We little people just need to live well every day."

"They don't worry about it. They just want to live a comfortable life for themselves. They don't care about the life and death of us little ants."

"But so what, can you go against it?"

A group of people went away and disappeared at the corner of the street.

Chapter 60 Waking Up

A few days later, Jena came to a city on the border of Black Rock, which leads to the red gravel city of Clancia in the south.

But after she entered the city, she was suddenly surrounded not long after, and then a large group of mercenaries rushed up, with spears like forests, flanking back and forth on the narrow street.

Seeing the situation was not good, she had to use some supercharged skills to escape from the city, but she also suffered serious injuries as a result.

"This time is not good."

On the small road in the mountains, Jena was lying on the horse, one arm seemed to be broken, she shrugged, she tried a little, but was interrupted by the pain.

Just as she was rummaging through the medicine in the package, there was another rush of horseshoes from behind, like a bell urging death.

She struggled to stand up again, pulled the horse under her body, and fled towards the border.

After turning a corner, she jumped off the horse and went straight into the forest, letting the horse continue to gallop on the mountain road, attracting the pursuers from behind, while she headed in another direction under the cover of the woods.

The mountain road is rugged, the ground is full of fallen leaves, and sometimes some rough stones can’t be noticed. You can only know when you step on it. Jena stumbled all the way through the hills and forests for 7-8 miles, and it was gradually getting dark at this time.

The towering trees with luxuriant foliage cover the moon in the sky. During the day, there is still a little sunlight penetrating into the forest, but at night it is pitch black.

Unable to see, she stepped on the air and fell down from the hillside and rolled down. Her body hit the tree trunk and made her want to cry out in pain. After that, she continued to roll over and over again. There were various collisions along the way, and the pain filled her brain. Finally, her head hit To a tree trunk, lost consciousness, passed out.

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It seemed like a long, long time before Jena woke up faintly.

Strange tent top.

Where is this?who I am?She turned her head in confusion and looked around her surroundings.

Remember, I'm Jena, a resident of the Principality of Black Rock, a second-year student of Emenas, I clashed with the Halberd Faction on the way back to school, was chased to the border, and fell down on the hillside.

This is a tent. There are not many things inside. It seems to be a temporary structure. There are still a few people talking outside.

Jena wanted to move, but found that her arm had been bandaged and the wound had been treated.Judging by the method, it should be some kind of herbalist's method, not a supernatural potion or a priest.

Think about it too, how could there be priests and precious extraordinary potions in the wilderness.

It seems that I was rescued by someone, so I have to thank them very much, but I still have to leave quickly, if the pursuers come, it will be bad to implicate this group of people.

She tried to get up again, but it still didn't work, so she had to call out: "Hi, is there anyone?"

The voice was not loud, and seemed unaccustomed, with a hint of apprehension.

After a while, the curtain of the tent was pulled open, and a girl about her age walked in.The girl has light brown skin, a woven linen dress, and long thin braids brushed around her ears.

"Hi, are you awake?"

"Hello here?" Jena looked at the strange girl.

"This is the lake caravan. We found you on the roadside in the mountains. You are lucky. If we arrive two days late, maybe you will be eaten by the big bad wolf." The girl put her hand next to her face Gesturing, showing a humorous expression.

"Thank you." Jena said gratefully.

"Want something to eat? You have been asleep for almost two days." said the light brown girl.

Only then did Jena feel that she was already hungry and uncomfortable, so she nodded.

"Okay, wait a moment."

"Um."

Seeing that the girl was about to leave the tent, Jena asked again, "What's your name? My name is Jena."

"Just call me Sophie." The girl smiled back at Jenna, and walked out of the tent.

Sophie?With this name in mind, Jena raised her slightly intact right hand and looked at the bandage tied on it, with a small bow tied at the end, which seemed to be the masterpiece of a certain girl.

Not long after, the tent door was pushed open.

"There's still a little porridge left in the morning, and it's just warmed up. It's better to eat a little softer food when you just wake up."

Sophie walked into the tent again, still holding a clay pot in her arms.

She put the clay pot aside first, then helped Jena up to finish, and then put the pot in front of her.

"Just eat it like this. There's a spoon in it. It's best to finish it, so that I can wash the jar directly." She said so, and sat next to Jena again, helping the clay pot.