Serious Witch's Travel Book

Tips.2: In fact, many people have the misunderstanding that there are no spices in Europa. In fact, the local spices are mainly hyped up for oriental spices... Of course, it is true that the variety and quality of spices are far less abundant than those in low latitudes.In an era of extreme prices (trade controlled by Arabia), a small bottle of spices from India and Southeast Asia could even be worn as a gemstone in a necklace or an heirloom.Cumin will bless you.

Tips.3: Narbonensis (Narbonensis), southern Gaul, a province of the Gaul region in the mountains, has this annotation mainly because the northwestern provinces of Rome are full of suffixes of -nensis, and the general meaning seems to be "xx Land" - so this article will remove "Nansis" when referring to it, and those who are familiar with Latin naming can help us correct it.

Tips.4: The empire advertises itself as the end-time empire—that is, the ultimate savior of Europa, so the last Greek letter "Ω" will be used for the legion and flag.The Universal Catholic Church and the Most Holy are also using the same letter symbols, or in other words, this itself is the result of the coordination between the church and the state.

Tips.5: That is Von - here is actually a homophonic "ten thousand".

Tips.6: The current ruling area of ​​the empire is divided into four regions - Gaul, Italy, Illyria, and Orient. Each region is divided into several administrative regions.Due to the turmoil in the Western Empire, Gaul was directly governed by the governor of the region with considerable independent jurisdiction, and the other regions were managed by Augustus, the governor of the region and the administrators of the governors at all levels.

Tips.7: Citizens used to be treated only by core members of the empire, but now almost all legal residents in the empire have citizenship.Of course, there are still many newly joined or low-status races in the border area who only have the status of civilians or even non-free people, such as most elves and orcs.

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Hmm... In order to avoid inserting too many explanations into the main text, I write notes at the end of the chapter... It seems that the content is a little bit too much, I wonder if it will be too cumbersome?

Some relevant setting information will be sorted out in separate chapters when we find time. If you are interested, please feel free.

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Does anyone think the lead actor is here?

No, no, this is the sufferer inherited from the last book.

Really.

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Also... Sensitive words are a bit strong recently, so sometimes the strange terms you see are mostly the result of avoiding sensitive words, that, don't blame...

Chapter 17 013. Desperate

At the same time that the wind was stirred by Mu Ya, an accident suddenly fell on this small four-person sentry post.

The first person died without a sound. The arrows that fell from the sky passed through the hole in the roof. There were still a bunch of young soldiers who were looking after the bonfire before they even had time to react. There was also a cold thing in between, and when he touched it subconsciously, he realized that his hands were covered with blood.

His vision blurred as he couldn't breathe, the sharp iron arrow that came out of his throat opened his windpipe, and the blood seeped from around the wound and flowed down, they quickly smothered He trachea, after coughing twice, the dizzy young man struggled to move, and immediately fell to the ground.

He's not dead just yet - though he can't breathe, he can't make a sound.He watched as the nagging companion next to him was pierced through by the second arrow shot almost at the same time. He was worse than himself. In his neck, he whimpered desperately and wanted to spit out the arrow, but as he struggled, the skin on his neck was also pierced, and obvious redness began to ooze...

The veteran was the first to react. When the first arrow roared and fell, he already realized that something was wrong.

But he was sitting by the wall, and he didn't have any chance to help others. The only thing he could do was to kick over the iron pot beside the campfire. The fire that had gradually dimmed was extinguished in the blink of an eye, and with the muffled sound of an arrow passing through the iron helmet, the last young man also tilted his head and fell to the ground.

and also--

His intuition made him quickly tilt his body and fall to the side. As expected, the last arrow pierced his calf, which was exactly where he was sitting just now. As long as he hesitated for a moment, he had already fallen into the position of those three. Follow in the footsteps of young people.

But this is not something to be thankful for at all, relying on intuition to avoid death by chance, in the end it only brought him more fear.

why?

Who is it?Who sneaked here and attacked them like this?

This was at night, and he had specially selected a suitable place to rest—there was still half of the shabby house that was leaking, but it was a natural obstacle to any attack from a distance. It would be difficult to plot against them even if they were to deal with one person successfully, not to mention...

He took two quick breaths, then closed his mouth.

The old soldier blinked quickly a few times, trying to clear his vision that had been blurred by nervousness.He knew very well that no matter what attacked them, he might not be able to escape, and judging from the viciousness of the opponent's attack, these sneak attackers had no intention of staying alive.

Orcs?

The pain of the tearing wound on his leg made him clenched his teeth.

This kind of precise and premeditated sneak attack without warning is definitely not something the forest demon can do.

I knew something would happen sooner or later, but I didn't expect it to happen to him.

How to do?

The sword is at hand, and the trombone is a body away.

In terms of duty, he should get the trombone, the horn can make enough sound to attract people in Candlepine Castle-but he thinks he can't do it, because he can already hear the boots on the stones Although the voice was very weak, it was particularly loud in the quiet moment before death.

At least pull a padded back.

A tall shadow appeared in his field of vision.

It was an orc - a big man was peeking over the wall.

Realizing this, the veteran completely held his breath.

He didn't dare to move, and he didn't dare to raise his head, but from the vaguely tall figure, he guessed that the other party was confirming whether his party was dead or not.

Maybe it was because he was well disguised, or maybe the other party was too sloppy, after a few glances, the figure of the orc disappeared from behind the wall, and then appeared next to a section of the wall of the dilapidated house.

The smoldering coals were still crackling, like the veteran's own heartbeat, each time it made a sound that intensified the sense of dread.

The iron pot was pinned to half of the bonfire, and the flames were almost completely invisible, only dots of red light still flickering on the ground; the orc stretched out his hand from behind the wall, and slowly walked in with the broken brick—— God, his gray-white palm is almost twice the size of an ordinary adult. He has to lower his head to walk into the dilapidated houses where the young soldiers stepped in with their heads held high. With half of the calf and arm, the animal fur wrapped the thick body, and the figure with erect fangs was as terrifying as a hideous stone sculpture.

The veteran narrowed his eyes and saw that he was shielding his chest with one hand on guard, while the other was holding a blunt knife. In the eyes of the imperial soldiers, the equipment he was holding looked like tatters made by rural farmers. Holding the huge barbarian in his hand, it added a little more intimidation out of thin air.

The pain and the irresistible fear mixed together, making the old soldier break out in cold sweat in the cold night.

There was no fire, and the dilapidated house was mostly dark immediately. The orc walked in with a knife in hand. He stepped on a young soldier's thigh, then turned the tip of the knife down, and stabbed it hard.

Then came the second one.

They were silent... probably dead.

The old soldier clenched the hilt of his sword tightly in the darkness. He wasn't fatally wounded, but he didn't know if the orc could see it... He opened his mouth a little, took a deep breath, and quietly waited for the opportunity to come.

The orc still wanted to walk towards him, but the overturned pot seemed to stop him. He took a step and had nowhere to stay, then retracted his foot and walked towards the last young man.

However, this time he did not cut the knife neatly, but looked down, as if he was going to search for his belongings.

"Um... eh?"

Here comes the opportunity——!

At the same moment when the tall figure bowed down to look down and made a suspicious sound, the veteran propped himself up from the ground with his uninjured leg and one hand, and with the help of a sudden burst of jumping force, he held the hilt of his sword and pointed at the orc's attack. Pounce behind.

His enemy reacted unexpectedly quickly, but his huge body affected a little flexibility. Before he turned around completely and greeted the old soldier's face with his casserole-sized fist, the sharp Roman dagger had already pierced deeply. into his shoulders—

"Ow—"

After a howl like a beast, the orc's outstretched fist turned into a claw, and it pressed the veteran's face.

He was blocking himself from speaking—the veteran immediately thought of the reason for this action.

He reacts quickly, has clear intentions, and can endure to complete the goal even if he is injured... This is definitely an elite among the orcs.

He regretted that he didn't yell a few times in the first place. If he yelled loudly enough, then maybe...

The big rough hand began to squeeze his face, as if he wanted to squeeze his face hard.

At least pull a padded back...

The old soldier was left with only such thoughts.

He drew the sword that had driven backhand into the orc's shoulder, then gritted his teeth and aimed it viciously at the orc's neck.

It's a pity that his fingers blocked his line of sight, and his sword didn't reach the most precise position. Instead, he missed it by an inch, slashed past the orc's neck, and opened a long bloodstain.

His attack annoyed the orc even more, and the ghastly savage tried to stab the old man's belly with his blunt knife, but the blade was blocked by a simple plank breastplate and slid aside, so the old man raised his sword again. , this time he drove the point of the sword into the muscle at the back of the orc's neck.

The pain in the arm muscles prevented the orc from pinching his face firmly, but at the same time, the knife in his hand also missed the protection of the imperial armor, and cut into his belly along the gap in the bottom layer. Violent force caused the blade to come out from the back of the plank armor, and blood began to flow down the gray-white armor.

The gray barbarian coughed up a mouthful of blood, gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice, "Human... scum!"

"*Your mother..."

What returned to him was the dagger that was pulled out tremblingly, and then penetrated his neck.

"Get out of the empire..."

Viciously, the veteran tried his best to turn the sword in his hand a few degrees.

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When the other orcs heard the sound, it was too late.

They picked up the body of the imperial soldier and threw it aside, but this was no longer able to save his fatally wounded companion. The orc who had been stabbed through the neck was lying by the wall with difficulty and forced out a expression that was either crying or not smiling. A stream of blood gushed out of his mouth, his body twitched twice, and then fell to the ground.

The scouts responded fiercely to the only downsizing tonight. They all looked at the archer of the Black-tailed clan who followed at the end of the team, who looked completely irrelevant and neither happy nor sad, and bared their teeth and bared their fangs. tooth.

The captain squatting in front of his compatriots sighed, stretched out his hand and closed his eyes, but someone couldn't help it at this moment, he threw the hatchet in his hand, rushed towards the little female archer with teeth and claws, and punched Hit her in the face.

Everyone thought she would avoid it, but she didn't.

She was hit on the cheek, and although most of the strength was relieved by actively retreating, she still staggered back five or six steps before stopping. The scout wanted to continue to follow, but was stopped by the captain: " Enough, stop, don't be ashamed."

It was inconvenient for them to take away the corpse, so they had to talk about it after the battle. According to the etiquette of Thor, the captain tapped the dead scout's forehead, left and right shoulders, and then stroked his face.

He stood up and reprimanded the scouts of the other World Eaters clan in a low voice: "She has done a good job, better than you all. This is war, don't dream that war will never cause casualties... Now retreat to the human warning zone Besides, we wait for the troops of Overseer Clovis to be in place, and when it is all over, his body will be returned to his homeland, and his soul will be taken by the dead to become a glorious warrior again."

What he said was right. The scouts left the broken house one after another in dejection. They took away the human trombones and weapons. Although some people still looked fiercely at the female archer, no one said anything more.

The scout captain was at the end. He stopped when he passed the female archer, reached out and removed a thick rope necklace hanging around his neck, and handed it to the female archer.

His subordinates were very heavy handed. At this moment, half of Catwoman's face was already swollen. It could be seen that she didn't want to take this thing, but the scout captain insisted on giving it to her, so she had no choice but to take it.

The necklace is very rough, not a qualified handicraft. There is a not-so-big skull pierced through the rough hand-woven rope. I don’t know what it is from a bird or a demon—it’s probably like that.

"You are very strong, exceeding my expectations." Seeing that she took the item, the scout captain withdrew his hand in satisfaction, and then rubbed a little on the neatly trimmed gray beard on his chin, which was like a flat-headed shovel. Bundle. "In the name of old Sagon, he now recognizes you as a qualified comrade in arms... If anyone troubles you, you can tell them that the World Eater is protecting you."

He didn't say anything more, but turned his head and walked away, watching the two short-handled warhammers hanging on his waist swinging up the slope, the female archer touched the corner of her mouth, and then spat out a mouthful of blood.

She walked into the dilapidated house again, casually threw a machete she was wearing next to the corpse of the imperial man, then quickly turned over and jumped over half of the wall, and left with the other orcs.

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"I want to see the head nun."

"But Your Excellency, the time is now..."

Adlia stood at the door of the prison house and made demands on the female soldiers guarding them.

Although the female soldier showed enough respect to this supposedly important lady, she still hesitated a little about meeting their leader: "If you don't mind, can I wait until dawn..."

"No, I want it now. If you don't think it's convenient, ask her to come see me."

"I'm afraid..."

The female soldier was even a little dumbfounded. At night, let the head nun come to see these prisoners? ...Even if she went to deliver the message, I'm afraid all she was waiting for was a reprimand.

Nuns enjoy a very lofty status in both the Catholic Church and the empire. Although their religious power is not as good as that of monks and priests, they unexpectedly enjoy quite special privileges in the secular field: under the glory of the Holy Spirit, the senior nuns rank The clergy can have their own monastery, and they enjoy a certain degree of acting power in the military strongholds throughout the empire. Generally speaking, if there are no suitable military tribunes or military officers of the highest centurion rank in the local area, The head nun can directly take over the local defense.

Before that, there were only a few legion clerks in Pine Candle Castle, and the head nun herself came here on behalf of the will of the regional governor, so it was only natural that she became the person in charge here... So how can someone who is almost at the level of a general be one of these people? The prisoner can see him whenever he wants, and she has to come to the door in person?

The female soldier wanted to persuade the lady again, but Adelia had already made up her mind, and she said to the female soldier as if giving an order: "Go to her and tell her I want to see her. She will come to see me , if you don’t want to delay the military plane, you’d better go now.”

Her stern face was unexpectedly majestic, and the female soldier was a little frightened—she hired two night watchmen to guard the door instead of her, and went to find the head nun by herself.

And Adlia was relieved to see her leaving, she closed the door casually, and when she turned her head, she met Gnicia's eyes...

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Tips.1: Picking the dead—referring to Valkyrie, everyone is familiar with it.

The Hall of Valor is full of orcs. It's quite curious to think about it...well, there are barbarians.

Chapter 19 014. Adria's Melancholy

When their eyes met, Adlia felt as if an obvious electric current rushed into her body suddenly.

That feeling was too strong for her to ignore. After a moment of trance, she turned her head abruptly, avoiding those magical eyes.

"...are you okay?"

The woman's questioning followed.

Adelia nodded indifferently.

Her heart was beating... very, very, very hard.

It's not that she doesn't know what she just did, she just pretended nothing happened.

Adlia guessed—with her own conjecture—that the human woman probably didn’t wake up just now. Although she had a lot of reactions to what she had done, at least she didn’t immediately jump up to resist herself, right— — if she wakes up, that's what she's supposed to do...

As long as you don't know anything, just pretend it didn't happen, so when Royce told her that there was an orc army not too far away, she immediately stood up and maintained a decent calm that a superior should have gesture, and asked the person guarding her to see the head nun here.