Release that Witch

When the lightning investigation detected that a large group of people appeared from the north gate of the Longling Ridge, the pedestrian had been on the mountain for a week.

The size of the church messenger group was similar to that expected at the beginning of the nightingale. The trial warrior in armor was at the forefront of the team, with a total of 25 people, followed by a long heavy squad. The dress was roughly composed of believers and mercenaries. The number is around 100. Except for the trial army riding a horse, everyone else is walking.

There are also two carriages in the messenger regiment, and the holy ambassador is undoubtedly on one of them.

After five people quietly followed the team, they headed for Chishui City.

According to the plan, when the enemy team left the surveillance area of ​​the Longling Ridge Tower and could not get support quickly, it was the moment they started.

The nightingale was in the fog, quietly watching the four-wheeled carriages in the middle of the team. Through the twisted carriage contours, you can see the brilliance of the silver magic.

If she is alone, she may find an opportunity to kill the church ambassador, but she cannot guarantee that everyone will be buried here. Now, with the help of the sleeping island witch, the possibility of blocking this news in the south is much higher. .

Once these people have lost their tracks, wait until Hermes responds, at least for the spring of next year. And even if they want to find out the mystery of the disappearance of the messenger, it is very difficult.

The nightingale didn't like killing, but this time she took the initiative to decide to do so.

In order to relieve the burden of the temple, in order to make the sacred mountain of the witch last.

She does not regret becoming a sharp knife.

......

As the messenger group entered a piece of woodland, the nightingale saw a black shadow from the far and near in the sky.

The wheat stalked his wings and snarled and swooped down. The horse suddenly screamed in horror and fled uncontrollably. The people who witnessed this scene were stunned and stunned for a moment.

The horrible behemoth did not rush into the crowd to bite and trample as they imagined. Instead, when they were about to land, they spread their wings and swept over the top of the team. The wind pressure caused the people to almost open their eyes, one from The giant beast leaped back and fell straight to the ground.

"Enemy!" The messenger screamed at the trial of the warrior.

The believers pulled out their weapons as if they were awake, and they slashed into the strange enemy in the center of the team.

In the black and white sight of the nightingale, a group of dark black holes wrapped the other side tightly, and the ordinary witch did not have the power to fight back.

However, the opponent they met was a superb, ashes.

A sword light flashed, and the believers close to her were cut off, like the harvested wheat, and suddenly fell down.

Instead of using the iconic epee, she used an ordinary one-handed iron sword so that she could carry another witch while carrying her.

The iron sword quickly broke and broke during the slash, but there were still many scattered soldiers around her for picking up whether it was a long scorpion, a stick, a hammer or a scimitar, which was a deadly weapon in her hands.

The blood mist splashed and the limbs flew away. The ash relied on one person to cut off the team.

The mercenaries in the rear were also unable to support, and they found themselves in another dilemma.

Andrea's figure is like a fairy fluttering in the woods. She uses the trunk and branches as a hidden object, constantly changing her position, and using every space to shoot the arrow. Every time someone shot, he was in the middle of his eyebrows and fell to the ground.

Less than a quarter of an hour later, the whole team became a mess, and the screams, shouts and screams were intertwined, echoing in the quiet forest.

The nightingale did not stop to join the battle. She walked fast through the fog, and followed her own goal. There was only one enemy she had to deal with: the church's ambassador, the witch hunter.

After the two carriages rushed for a while, the frightened horses finally calmed down, but they did not return, but left the avenue and broke into the woods in two directions.

It seems that the Holy Spirit realized that there are extremely difficult extraordinary people in his enemies. For most witches, the supernatural who wears the stone of punishment is almost an invincible opponent.

However, this move still cannot escape the tracking of the nightingale.

She had already determined the position of the ambassador before, and in the other carriage should be a high-level figure such as a priest or a priest.

The latter has its own lightning and wheat stubble to take care of.

Walking through the pitted woodland, the car was bumping and falling, but the driver still kept waving the whip, as if someone was urging him.

The nightingale draws closer to the carriage, aiming at the four trial warriors who follow, and pulls the trigger to ensure the hit rate. Every time she moves to the back of the enemy and fires with the target, the distance will not exceed ten. Meter. The judges who heard the guns immediately dispersed, but the distance was just a few steps away from the nightingale. The full-cover armor is meaningless in front of a large-caliber bullet, and the warhead that breaks through the armor will cause more damage to the body.

After solving the four trial warriors, she pointed the gun at the horse.

As the two horses crashed to the ground, the lost carriage was flying out under inertia and hitting the trunk. The fragile wooden car was suddenly torn apart.

Among the flying debris, a silver-wrapped figure rolled out, and the nightingale did not hesitate to aim at the shooting. The light band formed by the magic seemed to be self-conscious, and the bullets that were shot were stopped.

She quickly opened the distance and replaced herself with a new nest.

"Rebels!" The Holy Spirit made an angry roar and rushed straight toward her hiding place.

This time, the situation of the two people is completely opposite.

No longer constrained by the narrow room, the nightingale takes a step backwards, the other party will spend more than ten steps to catch up, and the effective range of the revolver pistol is about 50 meters, far exceeding the scope of the witch's ability. The "silver whip" of the ambassador could not reach her at all, and the bullet she shot could threaten the other person's life at any time.

Despite shooting at this distance, the hit rate dropped to only one or two of the five shots to hit the target, but she had plenty of time to put on a new nest and continue to aim at the fire.

The silver band gradually dimmed. After the fifth round of shooting, a bullet hit her left shoulder and the second bullet passed through her abdomen. The Holy Ghost was no longer able to support, and he staggered two steps and fell to the ground.

The nightingale did not rush to get close to each other, but folded back to the position where the carriage was falling apart, and picked up a stone of sacred punishment before going to the sacred sect. Her retreat route was completely around the carriage, in order to facilitate the search for the scene afterwards.

When she walked over to the **** witch, the other party suddenly extended her only right hand to her, but found that the silver band did not penetrate the enemy's body as imagined.

"You **** devil, the **** will judge you!" She spit blood, gnashing her teeth.

The nightingale gesturelessly pointed the muzzle at the chest of the ambassador. "Is it? I am waiting for that day."

Then she pressed the trigger.

(To be continued., your support is my biggest motivation.) 16-11-1311:19:44