Not a Witch

Lorraine Hill looked up at the stars looming in the sky, then closed his eyes slightly, feeling the slight sea breeze blowing over his skin.

"The past is irretrievable, only the present is so real and precious." She sighed softly, enlightening herself.

A few minutes later, Lorraine Hill opened his eyes again, looked at the beach and sea not far away, and jumped off the rocks.

"Keti, let's catch crabs." She said suddenly.

"Crab, what's that? Is it delicious?" Keti turned around and looked at Lorraine Hill curiously, with anticipation suddenly in his eyes.

"I don't know if it's delicious, but it's definitely fun."

Lorraine Hill took Kitty's hand and came to the edge of the beach, watching the tide below keep rising and falling.

"Let's take off our shoes first to avoid getting wet."

Lorraine Hill turned around and said this to Kitty, and then the two of them took off their shoes, revealing their smooth feet.

After putting the shoes into the ring, Lorraine Hill held up her skirt and walked with Kitty holding hands in the fine sand. Occasionally, sea water flooded her ankles, bringing a burst of coolness.

"Where are the crabs, Lorraine?" Keti curiously asked the silver-haired girl in front of her, and the two of them stepped on shallow footprints on the beach.

"right here."

Lifting the hem of the skirt, he took a few steps forward. Lorraine stopped and squatted down slowly.

"Kitty light a lamp."

"Ok."

Three chubby fireballs the size of oranges slowly rotated around the two of them, emitting a small amount of light.

After living with Lorraine Hill for a long time, Keti gradually understood that Lorraine usually said how much flames are needed to light a lamp, instead of creating a seemingly small flame that can burn up a lake as he did at the beginning. flames.

Lorraine Hill squatted on the beach, tucked her skirt around her waist, then freed her hands, and slowly pushed aside the sand grains below, while Kitty also walked over slowly, and placed a chubby little fireball on the two of them. In between, illuminating the gradually darkening beach.

As the sand grains separated, a cyan crab was also revealed, about the size of a palm, with a very white belly and light blue edges.

As if awakened by the sudden fire, the crab held up its two pincers and crawled slowly, the wet sand remaining on its body also slid down.

"This is a crab."

Lorraine Hill stretched out his fingers, touched the crab carefully, watched, and retracted his hand when it tried to pinch him.

Looking at the crab walking across the shallows and preparing to escape, Lorraine Hill suddenly remembered an interesting thing.

"Keti, do you know that many people subconsciously think that crabs are all red, and most of the crabs in various paintings and introductions are also red..."

"But in fact, only the cooked crabs are red, and the live ones are all blue-black."

It's a pity that Keti didn't care about such little knowledge at the moment, she also started to imitate Lorraine to touch this guy who opened his teeth and claws, and then stretched out her hand to stop this guy who was running away.

"pain."

The crab's pincers caught Kitty's finger, and the latter tried to shake it off, but the crab refused to let go of its pincers.

"Cuckoo~"

Seeing the water splashing and Keti flustered, Lorraine Hill couldn't help laughing, and then helped Keti hold down the crab and put it back into the water, only then did the crab loosen its pincers.

Fortunately, this crab is not big. As a witch, Keti has good physical fitness, and her skin is not broken, but she was a little scared for a while.

After all, in the eyes of others who have never been in contact with it, the crab should not have much strength for such a small size. How could it be so tightly clamped.

"Okay, never mind."

Lorraine Hill touched Kitty's finger, inspected it carefully, and then used the healing ability to put it down after a while, then stroked Kitty's warm hair, comforting softly.

"Let's try grilled crab tonight."

"Yeah." Kitty quickly forgot the pain, and looked forward to Lorraine grilling crabs for her.

I don't know if it will be better than mushroom soup, she thought as she followed Lorraine Hill.

Facing the evening glow and the comfortable sea breeze, the two walked slowly on the beach.

Chapter 180 The Poem of the Wind

Three months later, Mozwa, the former capital of Lurna.

The morning breeze flows in the air, bringing mist and coolness from afar.

The towering city wall was silent, not because it was empty of people. In fact, the city wall was almost full of soldiers and extraordinary people standing in battle. The best armor in Frost Union, not only light, but also not low in defense.

Now these soldiers in the city are gathered on the layered city wall that stretches for more than ten kilometers, and they are looking out of the city.

On the wilderness filled with morning mist, one can see the terrifyingly neat square formations from the slightly exposed outlines, and even the occasional tip of the iceberg revealed in the clouds and mist clearly shows the huge number of people among them.

When 100 people line up, people will feel very neat and beautiful; when 1000 people line up, people will think it is heroic; when 10000 people line up neatly, people will feel a heavy sense of oppression; When tens of thousands of people form a line of several kilometers, filling your field of vision and trampling the ground, there will be a shocking sense of suffocation.

And in the end, when the number of people reaches 100 million, the army advancing layer by layer is like endless mountains and plains, and the flying flags and flags will be like the real ocean. swallowed by the huge.

It's hard to imagine how such a huge army and soldiers are so neat and consistent. Under the terrifying discipline, each one's upright posture and spears are like cast iron, and the rows of sharp gun blades and armor , In the twilight of the morning sun, frightening sparkling waves were refracted, oceans of steel, waves of blades, endless layers of military formations.

Even though these large armies have not attacked yet, they just stand quietly on the field outside the city, the sense of oppression, like the sky falling, presses down on the hearts of all the defenders.

"Am...we...really...going to fight against such...enemy...enemies...?" A young soldier asked his companion beside him tremblingly, his teeth chattering.Even the newly issued fine musket and armor in his hands could not bring him any sense of security.

"I pray...don't do this." The soldier next to him took a deep breath tremblingly, then closed his eyes and begged, hoping that the big man above would simply admit defeat.After all, they were all members of the Seven Snow Kingdoms, so they shouldn't abuse their opponents like the Green Empire.

On the other side, on the Twelve Bell Tower in Mozwa, several faction representatives in dark clothes looked at the scene in the distance.

"Has this day finally come?" The voice of a mage representative was sad, lost, and sad.

"Crancia's 120 million army has surrounded the entire city, and we have no way out except the southern coast."

"The sea route is probably just another abyss. Don't forget that our old friends and opponents, those from the Young Moon Council, must be waiting for us at sea."

"At this point, even if you ask those Highnesses of Sequence 9 to end, I'm afraid it will be irreversible. According to our intelligence and the vague perception outside the city, there are four Sequence 9s behind the opponent's formation."

"The new pope has also come. Although the church cannot interfere with the secular world, she can prevent several of our adults from going to hell in the name of the Council of Sages."

"In this way, our last resistance seems to have become a joke, haha...cough cough cough." There was bitterness and cough in the laughter, the mage was afraid of hitting the guardrail in front of him, and there was an inexplicable expression on his old face. When did you shed tears.

"Why, why, did it end up like this." There was hesitation, loss, and unwillingness in the voice.

"Does it mean that the theories and concepts that have been passed on for more than ten generations will be cut off in our hands?" Another mage representative sat slumped on a chair beside him, leaning against the cold wall, staring blankly at the dome in the tower. Scenes of the scene emerged in my mind.

The innocence and liveliness of childhood, the pride of being praised by parents when young, the pride of entering the master's school when young, the happiness of marrying the teacher's daughter, becoming the new leader of the school, greatly expanding the progress of technology, and the creations designed by oneself The joy of large-scale domestic promotion.

How beautiful and smooth everything used to be, but these are about to shatter like a dream, sinking into the abyss together with this country.

Different from those low-level soldiers and middle-level ordinary mages, the leaders of these factions, the pinnacle of power in the Ruerna Kingdom, the advocates and initiators of war, are destined not to be forgiven by the enemy, and once the Frost United is defeated, They will have no place to live.Even if they escape from here, the future companions will be hunted and killed by the enemy like a mouse, until the end of their lives.

"No, no, no! We can't accept such a failure, there must be a way, there must be." His voice was painful, unwilling, and crazy.

"I'm going to see those two Highnesses." The representative of the faction stumbled down the stairs and ran towards a hidden corner of the city.

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Outside the city, when the sun slowly rose from one side of the horizon, a faint glow pierced through the mist on the field, and the spear points and armor all over the mountains and plains also reflected bright light under the sunlight.

Long poles nearly 20 meters high were lined up in the military formation. On the top of these flagpoles hung a banner like a banner, with a pure white background, gold spikes as the side, and the Clancia badge pattern in the middle.At the same time, there are bright red ribbons on both sides of the banner.

As the sea breeze blew slightly, the flags opened an oblique arc in the air, and the red ribbons showed the trajectory of the wind, making a strong wind sound.And such banners, arranged in a line, are like a wind curtain, drowning everyone's vision.

Every [-] meters, there is a line of banners like a wind curtain, so layer after layer, these layers of white-bottomed golden spike wind flags are advancing endlessly under the iron-cast army array.

Facing the legion that could not be counted even with a poor field of vision, many of the defenders began to tremble with their legs and stand unsteadily, as if they would be crushed into mud by this almost desperate army at any moment.

And at this point, with the sound of the desolate and distant horn, these army formations that stood upright like cast iron slowly moved forward.

tread--

The sound of neat footsteps is like a giant hammer in the hands of a god, beating the uneven ground.And as these soldiers advanced, the flags also moved forward, like overwhelming mountains and seas, bringing shocking oppression.

In the vast wilderness, the glow of Mana is connected together, and the surging magic power is like a sea of ​​boiling flames. Even though there are many magic cannons and mages shooting at the city, such an attack is like throwing stones in the sea. Immediately minced and drowned.

Even Roland, the founding king of West Wind, failed to achieve the magnificent army, but a new country achieved it just a few years after West Wind shattered.

Also as described in the poem.

The wind-like banner forms a white ocean in the wilderness.

And they march toward glory and faith, to the end of the world.

Chapter 180 Three Nautilus's Big Angle of Attack

The clock tower capital, Mozwa.

"Reload!"

A heavy golden cannonball tens of kilograms was pressed into the barrel, and then the bolt was closed. Under the operation of magic power on the hot and red barrel, the complicated lines brightened, and the enchanted cannonball inside the barrel Resonating with each other, the boiling magic power faintly emanated, and then amidst the sudden loud noise, this fiery crimson cannonball was fired.

Breaking through the layers of obstacles in the atmosphere, with screams and sound waves, the cannonball rushed into the wilderness outside the city through a straight trajectory in an instant.

On the noisy city wall are musketeers who are constantly firing. The choking smoke and flames permeate the city, and the sound of continuous shooting seems to never stop.

Such a violent attack, according to Frost United's assessment in the past, should be enough to tear apart any enemy formation, but this time it became futile.

War sequence, this extraordinary sequence is just like its name, all development and improvement are prepared for war.Under the sympathetic union of common belief aggregation, their individual strengths will be enhanced layer by layer, and the entire army will be aggregated into a whole, like a prehistoric giant advancing.

Under the mighty cold front, those shells exploded as if hitting the tip of a blade, and then the remaining fragments were shredded by the army below and dissipated like fireflies.

Most of the bullets of the many guns fired down gradually lost their kinetic energy in the air, and finally fell on the armor and shield like drizzle, and could only make a tinkling sound.

Facing this uniform, slow-moving, but unstoppable army, many soldiers and extraordinary people on the city wall began to feel desperate and crazy, and could only rely on constant attacks to numb their hearts and emotions of fear.

"Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

His voice sounded like madness, and the musket in his hand gradually overheated and turned red. Finally, just as the bullet was put in, it was directly detonated into the chamber.

Before the army outside the city approached the city wall, many defenders died directly at the top of the city for this reason, which further damaged the morale of the defenders.

Slap, a soldier dropped the musket in his hand and slowly slumped on the ground against the wall behind him.

"We can't win... we are dead... we are dead..."

Seeing him giving up in despair, many soldiers who were still attacking beside him also fell silent, and the movements of loading and shooting gradually became numb and slow, as if they were just mechanical repetitions.

"Hold on, we still have a strong and tall city wall, and we still have that layered cross-shooting fortress." Seeing this situation, an officer had to cheer up, even now he felt a wave of heart palpitations and uneasiness.But so what, his family is behind the city, and he was able to become an officer because of an uncle who was a mage under a certain master. With such a relationship, he left the country, and he was afraid that he would live a better life. Miserable.

"That's right, we still have city walls, no problem."