Not a Witch

"What's the matter?" She looked up at the panting soldier.

"Frost United has expressed its willingness to surrender unconditionally, and hopes that we can suspend firing to reduce unnecessary casualties."

so fast?The girl thought to herself, as she listened to the gradually thinning gunshots in front of her, she guessed that there were not many enemies still willing to fight.

"It's acceptable, but if you want to surrender, you need to call out in advance, put down all weapons and armor, and then walk out of the bunker with your hands high."

"Afterwards, we will send people to tie them up one by one, and let the follow-up troops take care of them."

"Yes, Your Highness the Sage." The soldier saluted loudly, and then continued to move forward.

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Following the joint order of the senior generals of the Frost Alliance, the soldiers in the city finally accepted the reality and walked out of the towers and fortresses one by one.

Lorraine Hill gave up riding and walked in this city full of ruins, surrounded by broken and messy shops, and many corpses that fell on the ground and gradually became stiff.

Wearing gray boots, she lightly jumped over a pillar across the street and continued forward, a little silver hair was exposed under the light gray hood.

Some Crancia soldiers were searching and clearing the buildings beside the street. Occasionally, scattered residents would come out of it, looking at this group of foreign soldiers in horror.

Fortunately, Crancia's current military discipline is very strict, and no one has done anything excessive.They first briefly questioned what kind of work this resident is doing in the city and why he is here.

If there are no problems, they will be taken to a place for centralized management, where there are special soldiers guarding them, as well as food, water, and medical personnel.

Suddenly there was a slight sound from the ruins, and with the sound of rolling stones, a buried figure slowly crawled out.

Looking at the dusty uniform and the remaining blood on it, it should be the Frost United soldiers who were affected by artillery fire and fighting when the city was broken.

Before he struggled to stand up, a dozen or so Klanthian warriors surrounded him.

"Drop your weapons and raise your hands."

"Don't try to resist, it will only make you die in vain."

"The Frost United has surrendered, and the war is over."

One by one voices blasted into the soldier's mind like heavy bombs, his still eyes were bewildered and helpless looking at the surrounding group of enemies.

Fortunately, the sharp spear tip and blade finally woke up his consciousness, and he raised his hand tremblingly.

"Please...don't...don't kill me..." His voice was tense and uneasy, it was the fear of losing control of everything in life.

"Relax a little, then back away from the weapon at hand, it's good for you and me." A Crancia soldier guided patiently. Although his side had an absolute advantage, he didn't want to injure a member because of his carelessness.

"I....I can't move....I, my legs are gone..."

The soldier's voice was full of wet sobs and panic. He didn't know whether he would die here today, whether he would be abandoned by others, or how he would spend the rest of his life without legs.

Looking at the dark red blood stains under the gravel and dust, as well as the twisted limbs, several Crancia soldiers sighed silently, but they couldn't help it.

The last captain came forward and asked the other two soldiers to approach carefully, took away the weapon in his hand, surrounded him, and dug his lower body out of the rubble.

"Send him to the resettlement site. Clean up the wound and perform an amputation. It is estimated that he can save his life." The captain said so to the soldiers who lifted the stretcher, and they could only help here.

At this time, a clear voice sounded.

"Stop for a moment." Lorraine Hill, who was wearing a light gray hooded robe, came over.

Looking at the slender girl who suddenly appeared, the soldiers were a little surprised. Fortunately, the small badge on the chest indicated that she was from Clancia, so they were not overly nervous.

"I can treat him first." Lorraine Hill didn't want to reveal his identity yet.

"But it's not in accordance with the rules. You have to prove that you are capable enough, otherwise random attempts will only make the patient more..." Before the captain could finish speaking, Lorraine Hill took it out of his sleeve. A small bronze medal was produced, with a thin red string on it.

"A graduate of the Sage Academy?" The captain looked at the small bronze medal with relief patterns on it, and the faintly small petals and leaves in it were exactly the pattern of sage.

The petals of sage are mostly blue and purple, and its growth is very resistant to diseases and insect pests. In the past, it was regarded as a panacea for all purposes. Although this is an exaggeration, it is indeed a medicinal material that has various functions such as sterilization, disinfection, and antiseptic. .

After Lorraine Hill established the first extraordinary medical school in Solander, it was named after it. Each graduate will be distributed a bronze medal symbolizing their identity. The most basic and most urgently needed medical support for the people.

After seeing the bronze medal, the captain seemed relieved, and asked the two team members to put down the injured enemy soldier for the time being, and let the mysterious girl whose face was half hidden in the hood look over.

Lorraine Hill stepped forward, stretched out his white palm, covering the sky above the soldier, and a faint brilliance appeared in his pupils, checking his body for injuries.

Although one of her calves was twisted, fortunately, it didn't take long and it wasn't completely necrotic. With her current strength, it wasn't difficult to treat it.

A slight white light emerged from the palm, and then strands of white flames gently outlined and wrapped around his calf. Firstly, blood, dust, sterilization, etc. were removed, and then the wrist was slightly turned, and the lower leg bones were also manipulated. Standing upright in the air, there was a slight sound.

"Ah—" the soldier on the stretcher yelled in pain.

"Patience for a while, it will be fine later." The girl's clear voice was like the breeze and flowing water in the mountains, which made people feel calm and calm.

The original dark red wound slowly returned to normal color with strands of white light infiltrating, and the inner nerves and muscles returned to their original state under the extremely precise treatment.

The soldier lying on the ground only felt a cool feeling coming from his calf, and then he slowly regained consciousness in his ankle.A real and unbearable joy rose in his heart, and he looked at the girl gratefully.

Although he could only see the delicate chin because of the angle, in his heart, this mysterious girl whom he had never met before was more beautiful and kind than any angel in the church.

"That's fine."

After checking it again, Lorraine Hill put down his hand, blinked his eyes, and said so.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you..." The soldier said incoherently. His poor knowledge could not find any elegant and better words, so he could only repeat them repeatedly to express his gratitude.

"Let me repay you in any way."

"Nothing." Lorraine Hill shook his head slightly.

"If you see those who are in trouble and really need help in the future, you can help them too. Then, goodbye, sir."

The silver-haired and gray-robed girl crossed the street lightly, and left briskly under the thankful and searching eyes of the people behind her.

Walking on the street full of gravel, she was a little depressed because of the war, and she suddenly felt better at this moment.

What she has done is not worthless. After the war, this country will usher in a new beginning, she imagined.

As the sky and night approached, Mozwane finally slowly returned to tranquility.

Burning braziers or torches were placed on the streets, and most areas returned to silence, while a small number of places where people gathered were still very noisy.

"Everyone line up and come one by one."

In a camp for refugees, an aunt in charge of the kitchen took a spoon and ordered the crowd to line up, and then handed out cooked porridge one by one to replenish water and food.The people after the catastrophe were whispering in the night.

Some of them are glad that they survived the war, some miss their other family members who have not seen them, and some are thinking about how to live in the future.

Inside the Tower of Inscriptions in the city on the other side.

The candle lamps in the high tower were lit one by one, illuminating the meeting hall on the top of the tower. The windows on all sides overlooked the entire night-shrouded city. It was immersed in cool tones, and only a few lights could be seen.

"Don't the generals of Frost Alliance know the whereabouts of those people?"

Lorraine Hill and several representatives of the Starlight Alliance sat around the table and asked several intelligence officers in the army.

"Yes, we asked the soldiers in the city and the officers of the various parties, but we don't know where the core group of mages went."

"Did he escape? But the ships and monsters we patrolled at sea didn't find any trace of him." A mage from the Young Moon Council frowned slightly.

"Not sure. If they were escaping, they should have brought some important things and personnel with them, but in fact they didn't. We even found many valuable alchemy creations in the central hall, although many of them were still experimental subjects. But it is also an extremely precious thing.”

"And their families don't know where these mages have gone, as if they disappeared out of thin air."

"Disappeared out of thin air? Could it be the ability to travel through space?" A general guessed.

"There shouldn't be any. According to what the Sequence 9 Highnesses said, they didn't find any large-scale spatial fluctuations."

"That means they are still hiding in the city." A veteran said with such certainty.

"Maybe there are some underground facilities or passages below. When we fought against the nobles of West Wind, we could often find cellars or escape passages in the castle. And these mages are so cunning, they will definitely leave a retreat for themselves. .”

"It seems that the search has to continue. But this time, we have to apply to the church for a group of superhumans from the Necromantic Sequence. Whether it's ghosts who travel through entities, or the induction of soul fire, they are more suitable for this job. "

"Then I will trouble you, Benes." Even though Benes was not here, Lorraine Hill still said this, as if he believed that the other party would hear this sentence.

And as the sage's voice fell, a round of golden crescent moon appeared on the table, and then slowly dissipated, and the communication of information was also achieved here.

Chapter 180 Suspicious Existence

Two days later, a group of 'black robes' came to the city of Mozwa.

These people in black robes, with veiled faces and only a pair of eyes exposed, look quite mysterious, and they are also the priests and priests belonging to the Zodiac Palace of the Church, the members of the Necromancer Sequence. exist.

Life and death are the two ends of the life journey, reflecting and opposing each other, and in the millennium after the end of the Mercury Dynasty, many Necronomicon sequences have also become part of the Church.

However, in the eyes of many outsiders, this group of people is still mysterious, and they rarely show their faces in public. Because of the sequence they have repaired, in order to avoid unnecessary troubles, most of them will not reveal their true faces when performing official duties.

As for normal times, they would usually serve as cemetery guards or church night watchers, patrolling the surrounding territories to prevent evil necromancers from disturbing the peace of the dead, and using special necromantic sequence spells to do evil.

Of course, sometimes they also serve as surgeons, or work related to anatomy, but such scenes do not look beautiful, so they are often feared.

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The city after the war is still under martial law. Patrol teams can often be seen on the streets, and some special places are also sealed and partitioned to restrict access.There are still a lot of rubble and ruins on the ground, but fortunately, people can basically leave now.

In the refugee settlement, many original residents who were worried and frightened gradually settled down after spending these two days together.Although Clancia's army managed them strictly, but fortunately nothing out of the ordinary happened, which greatly relieved everyone.

You must know that in history and memory, after many cities were breached, there would always be appalling incidents of burning, looting, and rape, and this was what they were most worried about and panicked about.

In a temporary tent in the resettlement site.

"Huh, I didn't expect this group of people to be really disciplined. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would not have believed what they told me before." An old man who had just returned to the tent said so to his companion.

"Right, I told you that you don't have to be suspicious every day, calm down, have a good rest, and think about how to live after the war is over." Another man in his early thirties was lying on a blanket in the tent, resting his hands on his head. back.

"In my opinion, if Kelancia is allowed to go on like this, many people in the lower class will soon forget about the union between Luerna and Frost in the past. After all, it was the mages who enjoyed the blessings at that time. No matter how good the country is, Our lives will not change much."

"Nowadays, as long as Clancia is a little fairer and less harsh, people can live. I don't think those people who beg for food at the pier and alley corners don't care who is ruling this country."

"Anyway, it's all about those elders. What does it have to do with us inferior people, haha." He smiled self-deprecatingly.Compared with those young people in their early 20s, this one can be regarded as an old fritters who have been 'beaten'.

"Oh..." After the old man on the side listened, he could only silently agree.

Compared with the person next to him, he was living a pretty good life. He was a businessman with a well-to-do family. He traveled between Mozwa and the surrounding towns, and he was considered to be in the middle class of society.

And in the kingdom of alchemists and mages, people like him are out of reach upwards, but if they are downwards, they don't bother to get along with those vulgar people. After all, their basic necessities are pretty good.

Now that the city is broken, the Frost Alliance has almost been defeated, and many of his family properties and belongings have also been lost in the war, and the previously established interpersonal network is estimated to be completely overthrown, and in the future, if he wants to be as nourished as before, I am afraid. It is not an easy task.

Therefore, compared with these people who had nothing, he was even more frightened and lost.

"I don't know what else I can do at my age." He touched the top of his head sadly, and the hair under the hat had already thinned out.

"Big brother, you're not bad, at least your daughter is still alive, isn't it? I specially asked you to meet today, at the women's settlement next door."

Thinking back to his lovely ten-year-old daughter, this old man's heart softened again, yes, he still has to support this family, at least he has to see his daughter get married happily, so that he can be consummated.