Not a Witch

"I want to go to the organization 'Dryswood'." After eating, Lottie suddenly said.

"Why, I'm afraid such an organization doesn't welcome us." Finnis thought about the various propositions of that organization, obviously rejecting nobles.

"I know, but I like this idea better, or in other words, I don't care about being a nobleman anymore."

"As long as I can make up for the mistakes of my predecessors and achieve my due mission, I don't care if I get anything in return." She raised her head and looked at the companion in front of her.

"I feel a little sorry for Phoenix, because our family may be gone in my generation, and there will be no successors to repay you."

"There is no need to worry about this, or it is unnecessary. Because your ancestors paid for it a long time ago." Finnis shook her head.

"Lottie can just do what she likes. In fact, I don't really want to see you spend your whole life running around for the name of the Pascal family."

"That kind of mission is really too heavy."

After the two finished their meal, they sat in front of a small fire made of gravel, talking about recent events, their respective childhoods, and some thoughts about the future.

"If, I mean, if Lottie completes the task, what are you going to do in the future?" Finnis asked softly, stirring the firewood.

"Sigh, can it still be finished? In fact, I haven't thought about this question." The girl stared blankly at the flame.

"Think about it, so there is hope." Phoenix smiled.

"Then I, I guess I will leave this sad country and go to a far away place to start a new life. Oh yes, I have to learn how to knit sweaters."

"Knitting a sweater, why is that?" Phoenix asked curiously.

"Because there is a sister I admire who knits a sweater for me. At that time, I thought her ingenious appearance was really enviable, and I wanted to try it myself. If the clothes were made by myself, I would probably also Be warmer and happier."

Lottie looked at the firelight and remembered what happened last winter.

"Great idea, let me think, if it were me, I would like to open a restaurant in the future."

"Why does Phoenix open a restaurant?"

"Because in this way, we can often call everyone over for dinner, and I like the lively scene with everyone." Finnis said her thoughts.

"Actually, I still have several older brothers and sisters at home. Unfortunately, as they got married, they gradually separated. Now it is difficult to get together like when I was a child."

"The eldest brother went to a distant place to study for many years, the second sister is doing business on the sea in the south, the third sister likes to explore and often travels in some strange places, and the fourth brother hides in a certain alchemy workshop and studies some strange things. Things don’t come out a few times a year.”

"Wow, Phoenix, you have quite a family." Lottie was a little surprised.

"Yeah, but it's just that I have acquired the affinity for the phoenix, so everyone recommended me to be the guardian of the village." The young woman patted her chest.

Although she is a few years older than Lottie, but not too much, probably in her early 20s.

As the night gradually deepened, the two closed the door of the cave, leaving a small hole for ventilation, and then fell asleep peacefully.

The snow flakes outside are still falling, slowly covering the footprints and traces left by the day, and the world is still a vast expanse of whiteness, making people reluctant to come out for activities.

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Drops of water fell from the eaves and rolled down under the window sill, splashing tiny drops of water, tinkling like a melodious lute.

Lorraine Hill felt her consciousness slowly waking up. She turned around in the warm blanket, but because a few hairs got into her pajamas, it made her a little itchy, so she had to open her eyes and use her small hands to wipe the hair away. A funny strand of hair came out.At this time, I couldn't sleep anymore.

Rubbing her eyes, she looked at the ceiling above her head.The white plaster carvings are paired with a light-toned background, which is simple and slightly beautiful.

Well, it is very familiar, it is the bedroom where I usually sleep. It seems that I was not caught while I was sleeping.

After moving her hands and body, she felt that the previous fatigue had subsided a lot, so the girl turned her gaze and looked out the window.

There are still many traces of snow in the courtyard, but it seems to be melting, and water drips from the roof from time to time.

At this time, it should be spring, time is so fast, another year has passed.Curled up in the warm blanket, the silver-haired girl didn't want to come out.

Sleepy, still a little sleepy, but can't fall asleep.

After turning around in the bed several times in a row, the lazy sage girl finally sat up, stretched a little, and then prepared to tie her hair up with the ribbon on her wrist.

By the way, should I choose blue or red today?

Looking at the different ribbons on both wrists, Lorraine Hill paused for a few seconds before pulling out the light blue ribbon.

Just use blue.

Stepping on her slippers, she came back to the dressing table, and slowly combed the long silver hair behind her. When she tied her hair, she couldn't help but think back to the battle before she fell asleep.

That night, when Gabriela wielded the six holy swords and crossed herself, the light of the swords could be said to shred the space, disturb the power, and there was no flaw in the trajectory.

If only relying on skills, she would definitely not be able to defeat this skilled witch.

At that time, she also used the broken moon net crown to travel through the space for a short time, avoiding the beheading in it, and then found the opportunity to use the soul moon scythe to repel the witch.

Because the Necromancer Sequence's virtualization ability can also achieve the effect of instant dodge, and it was an extremely short moment at that time, the surrounding power and magic power were smashed and interfered, even Gabriela herself could not detect the small Similarly, this allowed Lorraine Hill to succeed.

However, the process is still very dangerous. If the timing is a little bit late, or a little bit faster, you will lose the opportunity and be shot down by that witch again.

Now I am slowly feeling my limit.

After finishing her hair, Lorraine Hill sat in front of the mirror and looked at the slender silver-haired girl.

If she can advance to Sequence 7, she will probably be able to fight with the magic power of Sequence 8 without being defeated.If you want to gain the upper hand, you have to use the help left by other witches, such as the used poisoned apple, the holy relic, or the hair band on your wrist now.

As for facing the multiple witches who are going all out, I am afraid that only he can advance to Sequence 8 to have such strength.

After she finished thinking, she blinked, and the girl in the mirror turned into green hair and emerald eyes, and a small jade-like seed slowly emerged in front of her body.

In a few days, I will be able to advance to Natural Sequence 7, and at this point, I finally have the strength to save my life in front of other witches.

Putting away this jade-like seed, Lorraine Hill changed into a set of comfortable and loose oriental clothes, and pushed open the door again.

Time to go out and say hello to everyone.

In other words, what reason and identity have to be found to cover up this time, what a headache.

In fact, this silver-haired girl is not very good at lying, and sometimes she feels sorry for herself, shy and embarrassed.

Chapter 190 Two Endless Battles

"Ready to charge! Sword unsheathed! Small steps forward!"

On the ground where the spring snow melted, cavalrymen in short capes and breastplates began to advance. At first, they advanced in small steps, like undulating waves.

The horse neighed, its smooth fur reflected undulating oily light in the afternoon sun, and the breastplate made of fine steel was like a polished mirror, reflecting bursts of white light in the field of vision.

"Raise your gun and aim."

On the other side of the horizon, soldiers in various clothes were uniform. Under the command of the commander, they also raised their muskets and nervously aimed at the cavalry in the distance.

The officer did not give the order to fire, because the shooting accuracy at this distance is very low, and it is really not very useful, and if the effect is extremely poor, it will cause a severe blow to the morale of one's own side.

These newly trained soldiers are not veterans who have experienced the battlefield. Many of them are even fighting for the first time. Their psychological quality is not high. If they are hit at the beginning, they may lead to collapse and escape. of.

However, going on like this is not an option. .The few officers wearing the Dryerwood badge were depressed, staring closely at the approaching cavalry on the opposite side.

"Fast forward!"

When the distance was about 150 yards, the commander on the opposite side ordered again, and the cavalry began to speed up, the sound of horseshoes gradually increased, and the ground began to tremble. The turbulent momentum made many soldiers nervous and their wrists trembled.

But time was fleeting, and when it was only 70 yards away, the commander accompanying the army on the opposite side gave another order.

"charge!"

The passionate horn blew in the army, and the cavalry also urged the speed to the extreme. The four legs of the horses under them shrank back and forth at high speed, and the cavalry on them raised their shining sabers and bayonets, giving off a cold light.The turbulent magic power erupted at this moment, layer after layer of light golden shimmer covered the body and the horse, brilliant and violent.

"Fire! Fire!"

Faced with the sudden explosion of air waves and military formations, the tense nerves of our own officers finally reached the critical point, and they gave orders in a hurry.

Continuous gunshots were fired on the front line, and the thick green smoke even briefly blocked the line of sight. The dense bullets instantly crushed the cavalry in the front row, and blood sprayed out.

These fast-moving cavalry capsized and fell to the ground in an instant, and then were submerged by the tide-like teammates behind them, like a small splash in the sea.

Then, before the soldiers on the front line reloaded and fired a second shot, the cavalry had already been killed.

The sharp saber turned into a life-threatening blade in the high-speed charge, and it cut open the soldiers on the opposite side with a simple swing, and even the sturdy bayonets and guns broke open in front of the saber blessed by the extraordinary ability, Break into sections.

The cavalry who entered the infantry line continued to move forward, waving the saber in their hands again and again, bringing up countless blood, and those soldiers who resisted were drowned in this turbulent charge like riding a wall, no matter how strong they were.

After the battle, a few crows fell from the sky, looked at the ground covered with blood and corpses, uttered a few chirps, and landed on the shoulder of an inspecting imperial commander.

He was riding a brown-red war horse, followed by several black-clothed sergeants, overlooking the messy flags, muskets, and corpses on the ground, his eyes swept slowly, and then stood still, his figure shrouded in In the afterglow of the setting sun.

"It's very organized, but not enough." He simply commented on these enemies.

"Now is not the kind of world that can be changed with a single passion, and the empire will no longer be what it used to be." He took off his hat, bowed his head and saluted, then put it on again, and rode away from the area. earth.

After experiencing the initial rapid expansion, the 'Dryer Wood' organization also faced severe challenges.

After receiving the mobilization order from the Prince Regent, about 20 legions directly under the royal family began to gather. There were about 20 of them, and they were all well-trained. They were not comparable to those weak and scattered local guards.

The early formation shooting tactics of 'Dryer Wood' were quickly learned and deciphered by the opponent. This is not a unique skill that can be maintained for a long time. Among the imperial officers, there are also various geniuses and excellent generals.

The cavalry of the empire also played an important role in the battle, which dealt a blow to the uprising 'Drywood' organization.

These cavalry regiments harassed and attacked the supplies and weak troops. They charged in groups and directly broke through the infantry's line. Massacring a large area, the 'Drywood' organization, which lacked horses and cavalry, fell into various difficulties.

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The Earl of Welany, or should it be called Welany County now.

This is the core and command center of the 'Dryer Wood' organization. A large number of workshops and weapons manufacturing factories are also gathered here. Even if the temperature is cold just after the early spring, the place is still boiling and warm, and the roar of various machines can be heard endlessly.

White steam and black smoke floated on the factory building, racks of equipment were turned over and over again, while workers beside the machines were quickly processing and assembling parts one by one, and then put them on the conveyor belt.

They may not have much salary and very good treatment, but no one complains at this moment, because everyone understands what their mission and task are at this moment.

Many young people from other places and distant places also gather here. They are in the simple house, looking at the rough blackboard that will paint the wall black, learning all kinds of practical knowledge hungrily.

A non-commissioned officer who was rotated from the front line kept holding chalk and sketching on the wall, quickly writing down how to deal with the enemy, how to use tactics, and various points to pay attention to during the march, teaching these precious things that were exchanged for life. Knowledge.

They may not survive the next battle, but these experiences will be passed down from generation to generation and accepted by future generations.

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"The above is what I have experienced, and how I think about it." When the class was over, the dry-mouthed sergeant finally stopped talking.

There is a long and thin scar on his neck and shoulders, and a few fingers are missing from one hand. When he speaks, he can clearly feel that his knowledge is not high, many of his words are not accurate, and he has a strong sense of humor. local accent.

"Although I teach you, you must go beyond my knowledge and experience to come up with better tactics and coping strategies."

"I grew up with little education and suffered a lot in life, but I don't want this to continue forever."

"The future depends on you." He took off his hat and bowed to his students in a different gesture.

In the silent classroom, violent applause broke out suddenly, and many people even shed tears quietly, watching the officer who was on rotation to teach limping out of the house.