Serious Witch's Travel Book

4. Enthusiasm

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[Power: This is very good. 】

[Power: Enjoy it, it's the same as before...Maybe it's a little different? 】

[Power: Don't worry...]

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When she woke up, Gnicia didn't want to open her eyes.

The fatigue caused by several deaths and battles has not been completely eliminated with her resurrection. She has a very strong sense of fatigue, not physically, but mentally.

The place where she slept was not comfortable, but once she fell into a deep sleep, she felt very satisfied: she always felt that she hadn't enjoyed such a peaceful sleep for a long, long time, and Gnicia's memories of the past were completely Fragmented, she wasn't sure what kind of person she was before she came to the mortal world, or even if she was a person-her memory jumped back and forth in many small fragments, sometimes she followed a sage to carry the lamp An adult woman who reads at night and learns some boring knowledge, and sometimes she is a child, acting like a baby in the arms of a mother or a sister...

She is not confused now, because everything she owns now, including life, is bestowed by the sages, and she only needs to act according to the tasks set by the sages.

But the fragments of these memories still haunted her, and the more she tried to get rid of them, the more she got stuck in them.

Until she was awakened from the edge of the dream by some familiar and strange feelings.

As if someone was licking her.

inexplicably.

It took Gnicia a few minutes to regain consciousness and figure out exactly where she was.

She wasn't dead, she should still be in Pine Candlekeep, in that prison house where mortals watch over officials.

The candles in the house were extinguished, and the whole house was almost sealed, only a few wooden boards on the top of the head were slightly loose, and the wind and a little moonlight shone in through the gaps.

Then.

How is this going?

Gnicia twisted her stiff neck.

With the faint light, she saw Royce, the short-haired elf still leaning against the wall, her sleeping posture was also very vigilant, the quilt was wrapped around her body, she just sat and fell asleep with her head tilted .

She went to look at Adelia on the other side, only to find that the lady was gone.

Her quilt... Gnicia moved a little, and she was surprised to find that the lady's quilt was folded with her own, hers on top and hers on the bottom.

The licking stopped.

Judging from the obvious bulging outline of the bedding, there is an extra person on her body, or roughly from her abdomen to her legs.

Is it Adria?

Gnicia wondered why she leaned against her and slept with her in such a strange way.She reached out to touch the quilt covering her body, wanting to ask what happened, but at this moment, a pair of hands stroked her waist.

She felt very complicated emotions in an instant: nervousness, bewilderment, and even some reluctance—in a word, the breath gently touching her skin and the slightly trembling fingertips were telling herself to lie on her The person on the body is not willing to let himself lift the quilt.

Gnicia was embarrassed because as she regained full touch of her body, she realized that the posture of the two of them didn't seem to be very good.

Her skirt was half turned up, and someone was lying in it, and she could realize who it was; although the two quilts were folded together, she still felt chilly from the raised space, and she didn't have any other Something that can cover her body... The thought of someone watching her in the dark made her heart beat a little faster.

Maybe it's the...good, but not so good thing that the sages said.

The finger stroked her a few times, and Gnicia instinctively wanted to shrink the space she could do whatever she wanted, but a pair of arms bent from bottom to top and gently hugged her legs.

The wet feeling quickly came back to her.

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Three thousand words were eaten up by sages in this way. (But as the tide rises, an empty shell reappears on the sand...)

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After everything subsided, Gnicia lay dumbfounded on a makeshift bed made of scattered hay.

She didn't know how to describe... this kind of thing.

Adlia had already left, she wrapped her entire head in a quilt, and tiptoed back to the place where she was lying, and she still hasn't shown her head.

Gnicia was a little at a loss. The sages taught her many things and warned her to beware of the opposite sex—but they didn't tell her how to deal with such a situation.

Just, it's weird...

Adria kept licking her, and she was so ticklish that Gnicia even wanted to laugh for a moment, but the subtle intimacy hidden under the tickle made her unable to speak.

She didn't know the meaning of this kind of behavior. In the end, she became a little nervous, but even protesting with her leg movements was useless. She clamped the elf's neck, and the other party still did everything in its own way.

Now, except for the unexpected sense of comfort and some chilly feeling left on her body, nothing seemed to have happened.

The night was very quiet, only the commotion of some birds passing by outside the house from time to time.

Gnicia touched her face, it seemed a little hot.

She slowly turned her head and turned sideways, curled up with her back to Lord Adlia, covered half of her head with a torn quilt, and anxiously waited for the dawn to come... Judging from the moonlight that could barely be seen, It shouldn't be too long before the first rays of the sun are coming into the night.

Just when she was half asleep and half awake again, and she might fall asleep in a short time, she vaguely saw Royce who was nestled next to the wooden pillar move.

she woke up?

Gnicia rubbed her eyes, and she saw Royce's pointed ears trembling twice in the darkened place, and then the elf slowly turned over, using all fours together, like a big cat sneaking He crawled towards her, and finally gently tugged at the sheet that Gnicia had brought to half cover his face.

Wait, she also wants to...?

The experience just now made Gnicia instinctively vigilant, she subconsciously clamped her legs, bending herself like a big shrimp.

"you're awake?"

The elf's voice rang in her ears, so faint that it was not obvious even at night.

"Yes."

Gnicia exposed her face slightly, she answered Royce with the same soft voice, panicked, and asked involuntarily, "You too...?"

"Well, get up, let's keep our voices down..."

"Uh-huh……"

Probably can't hide it.

Gnicia struggled a little in her heart, and slowly let go of the quilt she was gripping tightly with her hands. She briefly recalled what Adria had done to her—or maybe Royce wanted the same... Bar?

So she lifted up half of the quilt uneasily, her eyes were slightly closed, her legs pressed on it were arched out of the way, and she stammered the invitation: "Come on, come on..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...Is this wrong? I..."

"...No, you, what are you doing..." The elf's voice was a little inexplicably startled, and after she faltered a few times in the dark, she stretched out her hand and pushed down Gnicia's quilt: " We can't... no, not now."

She seemed to take a few breaths before calming down her tone, but she still stuttered: "I had the idea of ​​'if I can get out of danger, just find someone to send it to me'... But, we... I mean We have only known each other for a long time, and this place is not suitable, okay? On the holy tree, you are really... enthusiastic..."

She hesitated a few more times, but didn't hold back any decent words.

The two of them stared at each other for a long time in the darkness, until a faint whisper sounded from the other side of the room: "Lois?"

"Yes, Your Excellency."

The short-haired elf shuddered, walked around Gnicia, and crept up to her lord.

Adlia asked her: "It's still early, don't you take a break? We are still safe now, if we can persuade those imperial people to let us go..."

"No, Your Excellency, the Fairy of the Wind told me that some evil plotters are approaching quietly."

Her words made the other two tense up.

"Is there an assassin?" Adria straightened her back. Ever since the security officer at the door said that Clovis was here before, she had been worrying about this issue.

Clovis, the eldest son of a chieftain of the largest Frankish tribe in the vicinity, was young and ambitious, and did not quite follow the traditional rules.His father is a moderate and conservative wise man, and his methods of governing are peaceful and stable. The power of the empire in the Gaul region is declining day by day. In fact, it can no longer be effectively maintained. Today, the great chief Hilderic still maintains an alliance with the governor of the empire. , this bond enhanced the economic and technological strength of the Frankish tribes, and also provided reliable foreign military aid for the remaining actual occupied areas of the empire. It can be regarded as a mutual aid alliance of equality and mutual benefit.

But as the great chief became old and frail, Clovis began to gradually gain power. He brought his supporters to constantly harass the border areas of the empire and the Frankish-controlled area, and repeatedly created various "accidents" to Annexation of property and territory on the frontiers of the empire, and the first to bear the brunt are the provinces of Lower Germania and Belgica.

More than [-]% of Lower Germania's territory is now under the administration of the Franks, and even the appointment and removal of the local governor in name must be approved by the Franks.And Belgica has been their main target of intrusion in the past few years. Originally, the spheres of influence of the two sides were distributed along rivers and valleys like dog teeth. After they crossed the Saone River last year, even Belgica's empire The land can only be divided in half with the Franks.

For those dignitaries living in the hinterland of Gaul, they may still regard the Franks as their own and use them to deal with other barbarian dogs, but for the representatives of Belgica and the two Luges on the northern coast of Gaul For the elven forces in the Dun Gaul province, or Adria of the Pan-Celtic civilization, she has no way to retreat.

Their ancestors came to Gaul and Britain hundreds of years earlier than the imperial people, but the imperial people defeated them and incorporated them into the subordinate tribes of the empire. Although they could not enjoy the citizenship rights of the core imperial people, at least in the next Hundreds of years have been peaceful.

Now that the empire is in decline, what the local governors are doing is not uniting traditional allies, but selling them to more powerful invaders—Beljika province is the "gate" of the Celtic elves, if Trevor If the city of Lu is lost, then going west from now on, the land of the two major Lugtown provinces, as well as the elves in the provinces of Upper and Lower Britain, will be directly exposed to the Franks, and the consequences...she cannot bear.

She must contain the invasion of these orcs here, even against the wishes of the empire.

And that's where she's at odds with the Empire, and the Franks: those who want them to feed the orcs, and the aggressively expanding future Warchief Clovis himself, they all want her dead.

There are some changes now, maybe the governor of Gaul wants to exchange her for more benefits, but since all the orcs are here, they probably have no reason to return empty-handed.

"I'm afraid it is."

Royce pressed her fingers to the ground, and her ears trembled twice. As the elf's innate natural affinity spread across the ground and air currents, she sensed some threats that were not too far away.

"The wind...is very turbulent. I heard the low howl of the snow wolf, and the murderous intent among the cold weapons..."

"It's an army, heavy wooden wheels rolling over the frosty dirt, red banners rattling in the cold wind, at least a thousand orcs, and they have wooden ladders and battering rams, and I'l see 'Meet some tall monsters... one-eyed ogres—"

The face of the short-haired elf gradually turned pale: "Your Excellency, I'm afraid we can't wait any longer, they are well prepared...they are so many—"

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Very restrained to control the scale...

I hope there is no problem... _(:з」∠)_

Chapter 15 011. Night Attack

The cold wind blew the hoarfrost on the leaves, and some cool debris fell to the ground, as if the first snow of the year had fallen ahead of schedule.

Then, the heavy iron-toed leather boots stepped on it, leaving a shallow footprint on the dry and cold black ground.

—In the pre-dawn hour, the gray legion is marching.

This is the battle group of the Franks in Salian (Note 1). They came to the border of the empire from the south of Northrend, along the coast of the Sea of ​​Sue, along the valley of the Rhine River, and began a centuries-old battle with the border of the empire. interactive activities.

As the leading tribe among the many barbarians in Pan-Germania, their ancestors have had the experience of fighting against the empire for generations. In the past, the imperial people who occupied the advantages of high walls and fortresses were often at an advantage, but today is different from the past. The financial situation has stretched the empire's dominance. The tribal members who could only maintain the balance of power through peace talks and alliances are now gradually waiting for the hope of victory.

Since Augustus cannot guard his land, let it be given to someone who needs it more.

The dark team is scattered in the sparsely distributed forest area. The Frankish orcs lack discipline and are prone to passion, but they are not short of intelligence. The Imperials have many checkpoints on the road. If everyone takes the road, Then those outposts at high places will quickly find them, so they only place heavy equipment that cannot be transported in the forest on the road, and the scouts and main forces that are easy to move hide in the forest at night, so that they can move forward in advance. Take down the Imperial sentries.

I don't know whether it is the continuous decline of the empire that leads to the decadence of people's hearts, or the decadence of people's hearts leads to the country's decline—located on the border of the empire, the border guards that should be dedicated to their duties do not have enough precautionary awareness at all, and some of the outposts set up according to the trend of the horns are not at all. No one is on duty, only solitary ruins stand on the top of the hill, and most of the only guard posts are set up along the street. It seems that they are only used to check the passing business travelers. There is only one team stationed at each place, and there is not even one that can alert the rear. Horn of smoke.

The orcs came prepared, and the situation of the imperial guards along the way was almost clear. As the vanguard, the scouts cleaned up the imperials on the road one by one. Those young, untrained and Soldiers with combat experience almost all died peacefully in their dreams without any chance to resist. Of course, this is not bad luck for them.

Before the sky turned bright, the scouts arrived at the hillside outside Pinecandle Castle.

In the hazy moonlight, a figure with long braids and ears covered with hard animal fur slowly climbed to the top of the hill, poked his eyes out from the tangled weeds, and checked the situation under the hill.

It would be inconvenient to go any further. The imperials had completely cut down the vegetation outside the fortress, forming a wide plain. Apart from using it for farming, they were somewhat preventing someone from using the forest as a cover for sneak attacks.

But there are still people ahead: the four Imperials are not far in front of the scouts. This should be the last sentry post, but they are hiding in an abandoned shabby house at the moment with a bonfire and a pot to shelter from the wind. Most of the wooden roofs and the two broken walls facing away from the hillside made the scouts feel a little tricky-although these bunkers were not very good, they effectively reduced the possibility of the scouts using spears and darts to solve the problem, plus here Located in an open area, it is also difficult for them to get close quietly.

The imperials had a trombone, and this place was not far from the fortress. If these people were to cry for help or howl too loudly, it was very likely that someone in the city would notice.

Do you wait until the larger forces are in place and use violence to solve the problem, or take a gamble and try to kill them first?

There are some risks.

Heavy equipment and huge one-eyed trolls will make very obvious noises at night. If they approach, there is a high probability that the imperial people will be able to hear some clues.Choosing to simply wait until the infantry is in place and deal with them before the attack begins means that the Horde's siege engines and Cyclopes have to be placed far away, and they may not be able to be deployed in the first place due to the rush Using it, the effect of sneak attack will be greatly reduced.

The same is true for a gamble. If these imperial people are alarmed, all the arrangements will be useless, and the tribe should not bear this additional loss.

The captain of the scout shook hands in the grass. He considered handing over the decision-making power to the vanguard officer or the warlord, but it took a long time to go back and forth. You have to make up your own mind.

After he retreated to the hill, he squinted at his men.

They are all warriors who believe in the World Eater Wolf. In the tribal alliance in the northern part of the Black Forest, the "World Eater" clan (Note 2) is famous for its wolf blood, sharp fangs, strong physique and amazing fighting instinct , Their big bodies make it difficult for them to adapt to the too difficult latent work, but the special training still makes them learn how to jump out of the shadows, and the extremely violent assassination technique of twisting the necks of those weak humans in one breath.

It's just that now that there is no complicated terrain for concealment, and a few mid-range enemies need to be quickly eliminated, the role of this group of people is a bit stretched.

He had to consider using the coward he had always looked down upon...

The scout captain looked aside, and he saw the thin guy who was not standing with other people squatting under the tree.