Serious Witch's Travel Book

After she shouted, she fought with the two orcs who came up first. After three back and forth, Marian raised the knife and chopped off the head of one of the orcs.

Another orc tried to attack her from the side, but an old soldier drove a spear through his ribs before kicking him off the stone wall.

It's close enough.

The veteran centurion took over the position of the rookies. He swung a two-handed long-handled warhammer, roared and smashed the planks, and overturned the fourth and fifth orcs who wanted to run up. go down.

He sternly ordered some reserve soldiers who were frightened and stupid: "Pour the oil down, quick!"

Finally, they didn't mess this up too. Several large pots of oil and some pottery pots filled with cooking oil were quickly thrown down the city wall. Unfortunately, the orcs gathered under the city wall immediately followed suit.

The flames cleared an open space for a short time, and a dozen orcs were set on fire, screaming and dropping their weapons, and fled in all directions.

The fighting paused briefly again.

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Tips.1: Flint, generally refers to the magic ore with flame properties, active in nature, easy to ignite and detonate.

Tips.2: Magic plastic weapons—that is, weapons molded with magic material, are a general term used to refer to those who are made of special materials, blessed by runes, or possessed by eternal spells. Weapons with special effects.

Section 22 017. Refuge

There was a big hole in the roof.

A piece of gravel that was less than half a person's height penetrated the roof and smashed obliquely to the ground of the cell. Royce threw Adlia on the ground immediately, and Gnicia was also taken aback. She hid in the corner tremblingly, although she didn't know if it would be useful, but at least it could bring her some comfort in her heart.

After that, apart from the corner of the roof that was completely smashed, a large section of trembling wall panels were also broken, and the long-lost large piece of sky finally reappeared in front of them.

I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing for the three who can only wait in the cell now.

Obviously, the collapsed half of the wall was enough for them to leave here, but at the same time, the female soldiers who stayed outside the door to guard them also noticed the situation here at the same time, they immediately opened the door and walked in first The man drew his weapon without saying a word, and said vigilantly: "I'm sorry, Your Excellency, I think we need to take you to a safer place."

It is said to be safe, but in fact it should be house arrest to prevent them from escaping... Even Gnicia can see it.

So Royce stood in front of her governor directly: "We're not going anywhere."

"I'm afraid it's not up to you, Your Excellency..."

The female soldier took two steps back, and the others filed in.Including the speaker, there are six of them in total, each of them is well-equipped, and their clothes are not the same as the imperial standard plank armor, but they are also standard equipment.

Gnicia noticed for a moment, they were wearing a type of plate armor with front and rear binding, covering more than [-]% of the upper body, a bit like a Greek-style breastplate—the kind of copper plate that would create some muscle lines Armor—but it is made of iron, and there is a layer of leather armor covering half of the area on the outside. In addition to fixing it, it may also be used to resist part of the arrow damage.

This seems to belong to the church's private soldiers. It consists of a breastplate, a separate shoulder guard and a simple crotch armor mixed with leather and iron. There is a slightly obvious raised structure at the heart of the breastplate, which is not for a female figure. Preparation, according to the sages, should be some kind of defensive structure.

The most eye-catching thing is that those gray armors all have the "Ω" logo painted on the metal under the neckline with a kind of golden paint. Those who dare to use this in the empire are not directly under Augustus, so it should be Church personnel no doubt.

Gnicia was a little surprised that she could notice so many things, but considering that "wisdom" has blessed her, maybe this is a natural "discrimination" ability?

Accompanied by the louder and louder shouts of killing outside, the atmosphere inside the cell was also tense.

Neither of the two elves had weapons, and Gnicia didn't even know how to fight. No matter how you looked at them, they would not be opponents with four spears.

Gnicia looked in Adria's direction worriedly. She was inexplicably worried that the two sides would suddenly clash, or to put it bluntly, she was a little worried about Adlia's safety.

how to say?After all, they just did something so intimate... Even though the elf didn't seem to care about her at all, Gnicia felt a sense of intimacy in her heart.

She didn't want to watch Adelia have an accident in front of her.

But while she was looking at Adelia, the long-haired elf also glanced at her.

The eyes of the two people staggered quickly, but after they looked at each other, Adlia suddenly said, "I'll go with you."

The guarding female church soldiers also breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you for your cooperation, we should not impose restraints on nobles like you, but please forgive me, your guards must be tied up."

Royce glanced at her governor, and Adlia said, "It's okay."

So the female soldiers took a rope and tied the hands of the short-haired elf.

Then, they surrounded the two and left the cell.

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Is there something missing?

A gust of cold wind came through the hall, blowing Gnicia's long linen dress, which was standing still.

"Wait—" She shuddered, hurried forward two steps, and stopped before the female soldier at the rear pushed her away: "And me?"

"You stay here." Seeing that it was a woman, the female soldier's expression became softer: "Find a safe place and don't run around. When the legion fights off the barbarians outside, they may let you do some work to pay for your crime."

"Can……"

Gnicia took another half step forward, and she suddenly felt a little glaring—it was still dark around, but the sky was a little brighter, but she felt a golden blur in her vision, and a kind of A faint sense of rejection seemed to be pushing her away from the female soldier. Although Gnicia could completely ignore this feeling of rejection, this strange discomfort still made her subconsciously back away.

The female soldier put down her hand, only then did she notice that the sudden burst of repulsion should have come from the holy emblem on the female soldier's chest.

It was emitting a soft light, like a small sun in the mist of spring... But the others seemed to be unable to see these abnormalities, Gnicia was afraid that they would think she was a weirdo, so she endured it down.

Adelia, who was walking in front, stopped suddenly: "Take her with you."

The female soldier refused: "The magistrate's document says she is a witch. I don't deny that some people have been wronged, but right now we are powerless to protect ordinary civilians."

"She's a pharmacist, take her with you."

"..." The female soldier in front hesitated for a moment, then waved: "Come here, you may be useful."

Gnicia responded, and then quickly followed the team.

She didn't want to be here...it was horrible.

The battle outside has gradually heated up, and just a few hundred steps away, Gnicia can see some orcs have climbed the city wall.

Although it is too far away to see clearly, for Gnicia, seeing those tall figures directly makes her feel much more terrifying than reading the materials of sages. They were all a head taller than the Imperials, and some were even taller. Their figures were bright or dark under the light of the torches, as if they were fighting with the Imperial soldiers like ghosts. Roaring became the main theme before dawn.

The city wall here is not wide enough to allow two people to walk side by side. Neither the imperials nor the barbarians can fully unfold their stance. In front of the stone stairs leading to the city wall, the centurions and tent officers walked through the queue, constantly ordering the recruits to fill the loopholes in the defense line, and to search for stones on the ground as much as possible or raise poles to attack the climbers. The orcs came up to help the friendly troops on the wall.

The two nearest three-story towers were crowded with archers, and the main building of the barracks, a three-story stone fortress, was also full of people. There will be a throwing ax flying straight into the camp, or accompanied by the roar of ogres, boulders bigger than a person will whizz and fly over their heads...

The silence around him seemed a little scary.

Gnicia glanced back, she saw a few Romans going to the next cell, she asked the female soldier next to her anxiously: "What will happen to the others?"

She meant those "red hoods."

"Conscripted, or executed on the spot. If this place falls, they probably won't be able to survive."

This made Gnicia even more nervous.

They were quickly brought into the interior of the fortress. After passing through a long corridor, the scene they saw turned into a hall that could accommodate half a hundred people. It looked like a gathering place for officers, but at the moment the tables, chairs, and sundries were all in order. They were all set aside, there was only a long empty table in the hall, and there was no one around.

Well, neither.

"Officer Julius, you should stay here and wait for news..."

"No, no, I've had enough, it's too dangerous here, I want to get out of here."

Almost at the same time as several people walked into the hall, the sound of arguing reached their ears.

An interior door was suddenly pushed open, and then a half-bald head poked out from inside. After confirming that there was no danger, his fat body twisted and squeezed out of the narrow inner door.

It was the official who pronounced the charges on the prisoners. He seemed to be a magistrate with official duties, but it seemed that there was only the word "death penalty" on his paper.

He didn't see a group of soldiers walking in at first, but he ran out with a leather bag full of things, stomping on his big leather boots.

Sister Numeria came down right after him, and behind her was a young clergyman who was dressed similarly to her. That woman was leading a little girl, who was led by Sister Marianne before.

"You should stay here, or we can't protect—"

"No, I don't believe you can do anything, the orcs are coming, why should I finish here with you? I want to go back to Paris, that's where I should be..."

Sister Noumelia tried to make him go back, but the magistrate ignored her dissuasion and insisted on going outside.

In the middle of walking, he suddenly looked up and saw a group of people who were escorting Adelia to transfer, his face was happy, and he hurriedly greeted him: "Grand officer———"

"Stop, don't come any closer."

The female soldiers blocked him, but perhaps they were rushed. The fat middle-aged judge squeezed out an ugly smile from the wrinkles on his face: "You noble holy guards, what are you doing?" Where are you going? If... ah, this is, this is the honorable Lord Salassel, the governor under the seat of the great Augustus, do you want to leave here? I implore you to take me..."

He insisted on posting it regardless, even though the female soldiers stopped him with their scabbards, they couldn't stop him from rambling: "This is really not a place for nobles like us to stay. Wronged, please take me with you, if I can go back to Paris, I will sincerely explain to the governor the abhorrentness of these barbarians and the injustice you have suffered—”

Adelia, who was standing behind the two holy guards, looked at him indifferently, but the corners of her mouth curled up slightly: "During the trial, you all said with one voice that I was dead."

"That, that's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding..." Facing Adelia's accusation, the magistrate showed a bit of embarrassment on his face, but his face changed almost immediately, and he tried his best to clear himself up. What you have done: "We are all just low-class people who rely on the copper watch method to make a living. How can we be lucky enough to know your true face? This is all Apollodoide's fault..."

Seeing that Adelia was still expressionless, he became even more anxious, and then yelled: "It's true - the governor of Gaul absolutely didn't want things to become like this, it's all because of Apollodotes' deceit You were imprisoned... I denied your identity in court because my family members were threatened. As long as you are willing to take me away, I will definitely persuade others to testify..."

He shut his mouth, and looked up at the elf governor who was about the same height as him with an attitude of relying on a dog for food.

Adlia felt that he was a little too disgusting, so she stopped looking at him: "...I have no objection, you can deal with it as you like."

The holy guards who were in charge of transferring her to a safe place seemed to have nothing to do with this death-fearing bureaucrat. They waved their hands and reprimanded: "We have other arrangements, you can run for your life now... Sister Numeria, please Bring the Favored One with you, and the other sisters."

"Yes, please allow me to call them."

The magistrate, who was ignored, stood there for a while, hurriedly lowered his head and ran out of the door, while Numeria went back upstairs. After a while, three more nuns came down one after another.

The holy guard signaled to her: "Enter the queue, let's go to the underground shelter, if nothing can be done, someone must send the 'Blessed One' back to the monastery."

The group moved again, but there were five more nuns in the line, or six nuns—if the little girl was too.

Instead of going upstairs, they walked to the side of the hall, rounded two bends and came to a large room that looked like a kitchen.In addition to the pots and pans and the stove, there is a secret door leading to the underground next to the kitchen. A holy guard opened the door, and below it is a cellar for storing wine and food.

"Come here."

They pushed away a wooden shelf holding wine barrels, and lifted up a whole curtain hanging on the wall, only then did Gnicia discover that there was a secret passage hidden behind it that required bending over to enter.

"Come in, sir, you will wait inside."

So the nuns, two elves, and Gnicia filed in. A holy guard walked in the front. She opened a half-person-high door at the end of the dark passage, and then she gave simple instructions, Hastily backed out again.

Chapter 23 018. A short break

This small shelter is only about the size of a farmhouse with a courtyard. Although the overall layout is irregular, it only takes about twenty steps to walk from one end to the farthest end.

Royce began to inspect the room as soon as she entered, and by the time Gnicia stood up, she had already turned around the small shelter.

"No danger," she said.Then I found several bowls from the cabinet by the wall.

This place looks like a well-prepared place: the small door to enter is made of pure iron, the edges are firmly embedded in the plastered wall, the outside is locked by a clear lock, and the inside is fixed by three iron bolts. , looks very solid.

There was an open space in the middle of the shelter, with only two tables and a few chairs. Near the door, there were a few large bags that looked like gray and disguised as stones, perhaps used to block the passage outside.Others placed by the wall were all kinds of barrels and bags. Royce looked through a few, which contained ground flour, smoked black jerky and some baked very dry pancakes. I don't know if I can still eat it.

Most importantly, there is clean water in the bucket.

The short-haired elf found a thin iron rod. She pried open a wooden barrel, then scooped up a bowl of water, then looked at it with the light from the small holes in the high place, and took a sip.

"It's clean."

She breathed a sigh of relief, and then scooped up water for her lord.

The room was very dark, and the nine people hiding in it could only rely on the ventilation holes for light and air.

These nuns didn't seem to do much work, at least they were a little reserved. After they came in, they found a corner and sat together to watch over the young girl.And Royce continued to check the surrounding situation in the dark. Gnicia heard that elves have good night vision ability, which seems to be true, because some messy things in this room are not there. Affect her jumping up and down.

She felt along the wall again, then looked at the ventilation holes, and told Adlia: "There may be a well next to us."

"Is there a way to get out?"

The short-haired elf rubbed the iron rod a few times in the ventilation hole, and denied, "No, the inside is full of earthen bricks. It may take many days to dig it out..."

"But I found something else."

She walked to a wall and kicked it twice, and two metallic bangs sounded in the dark room.

"There is a small door, which probably goes down to the ground. I think since they dug the shelter, maybe this road should be a tunnel leading to the outside of the city."

Adelia was slightly curious: "...a small military camp?"

"The people of the empire are very particular about building barracks and castles, but wherever there is a large-scale place, there must be a place for the upper class to escape. It is not too small to be able to station the next legion here. There is an escape The secret passage is also normal..."

As Royce said, she bowed and pulled a few times. She used a lot of strength, and the small door creaked, but it didn't move at all.

"It's locked, and it's very strong. You need a key."

"The key . . . may be in Marianne's hands. But how do you know that?"