Serious Witch's Travel Book

She took the lighted candle and ignited several others, each placed in a simple candlestick with a wooden handle, and then gave Gnicia a copy of the lighting, and got up to find Adlia: " Your Excellency, how is your hand?"

"It's okay, I don't have any suitable tools for casting spells, so it's still better to use flames..." The elf pulled out her hand from the bucket and shook it twice casually. She took the candle tray with a short wooden handle and looked over her head anxiously: "Compared to this, I'm more worried about this abnormal magic essence, they are too manic, but it doesn't seem to be caused by natural celestial phenomena..."

"Let's leave here first? I'll open the way for you."

Adlia acquiesced to this judgment, and she followed Royce to the direction of the small door, but Sister Numeria suddenly spread her arms and stood in front of them.

"Stop." She stopped with a serious face: "You are criminals, you must stay here for trial."

"You might as well say it's a death sentence." Royce tilted her head, she raised the tattered iron rod in her hand, which looked like a part of a weapon bracket, and put it on the nun's shoulder: "I don't want to deal with it." You helpless heretics, please get out of the way, or I'll beat you."

Gnicia was also looking at the brave nun. The latter pursed her lips, fearfully but resolutely said: "Stay here."

The short-haired elf sighed.

She raised her hand and raised the iron rod, as if to knock it down—the nun was obviously still scared, she closed her eyes nervously, and shrank her head down, waiting to meet the pain.

But Royce didn't really hit her. Her iron rod fell hard, but stopped before getting close to the nun.

"Get out of the way, coward." Royce pushed the nun with a straight face.

The other nuns rushed over at this time, and they wanted to pull Numeria away, but the nun still insisted on standing in front of the descending earth steps, listening to the noise above her head getting closer, worried that the imperial people here Royce, who was about to be unstoppable, finally gritted her teeth, and was going to give this girl who knows what to do or not to do.

——————————!

Just as she raised her hand, a deafening roar swept across the entire barracks.

The people on the ground were shaken by the sound and the ensuing wind pressure, and even at the bottom of the well, through the echo through the narrow well, several people hiding in the shelter couldn't help covering their ears at the same time, Unsteady standing.

After the deterrence, the nuns retreated back to the wall in a panic, and the two elves looked blankly at the dark wooden ceiling above their heads. After a while, Adlia finally recovered from the pressure of the roar.

"Dragon...is a dragon!"

She looked in a certain direction in a panic, but in the eyes of others, there was nothing but a sealed wall.

"—Let's go, Your Excellency."

Royce, whose eyes were a little straight, immediately pushed away Sister Numeria who was standing there dumbfounded. She took Adelia's arm and moved towards the soil steps under the small door, and walked into the secret passage first.

The soul-stirring roar of the dragon made the world in front of Gnicia's eyes a bit blurred. She saw the two elves were about to leave, so she pulled herself together and followed them staggeringly.But when she bent down and wanted to enter the secret passage behind the door, Numeria, who came back to her senses, hugged her waist and told her out of breath: "Don't go with them, you should go with them." Empires stand together..."

Her physique is no better than the two elves, and she is still in a trance at this moment, unable to escape the nun's restraint at all. She has already walked down the long dirt steps, and Adria, who was standing at the bottom, stopped. She raised the candle and looked at Gurney. Shia took two steps back, but stopped again.

In the vagueness, Gnicia seemed to see her worried face, and the elf's dry lips moved slightly. She changed a few words, and finally said this: "Stay with your people Bar."

Then, she turned and left, leaving Gnicia with a memorable profile.

Gnicia, who could barely move, was dragged back by the nuns. She didn't understand why she was suddenly so lacking in mind, and slowly, she fell into a coma.

……

For the imperial people and tribal fighters on the ground, today may be a day worth imprinting in their memory forever.

—if they can survive the next little time.

At the moment when the sun revealed half of its halo from between the oppressive clouds and announced to everyone on the battlefield that it had passed the mountain peak, the huge shadow that fell from the sky was also reflected in the hearts of a small number of people at the same time. In the eyes.

A huge monster surrounded by red flames, like a morning star falling from the sky.

No one knows what it is, and no one knows why it came, but from the moment someone saw it, invisible oppression and fear spread rapidly on the battlefield.

The "star" that emerged from the gray clouds and fell to the ground.

"Hey...that..."

"What nonsense! Carry—ah...?"

Even if the enemy is close at hand, this bizarre scene still makes people slow down their movements.

Time seems to slow down at this moment, because the orcs have completely occupied the city wall and the fierce war has suddenly become as weird as a stop-frame painting, which is naturally unacceptable to the leaders of the two warring parties.

"Don't stop, drive these beasts out!"

Marianne was still swinging the greatsword vigorously, she could not be distracted, the slowness of the soldiers' movements only made her anxious.

She faced the orc's frontline commander, a high-ranking warlord, and accepted the one-on-one invitation initiated by the other party.

"Holmgang" is an ancient, religious and traditional orc ritual, which is only used "to solve the most serious problems"-that is, a kind of conflict initiated by two parties until one party admits defeat. , or an endless duel ceremony.

The frontline commanders of the orcs are keen to challenge those outstanding imperial fighters with this ceremony. Although the imperials always have an advantage in battle, the natural strength and physical advantages of the orcs allow them to fight one-on-one. There is no disadvantage in picking.This kind of ceremonial battle can win honor for the warlords and vanguard officers. Even if the centurions of the empire refuse to fight, it will also frustrate the spirit of the imperial people. Therefore, whenever the main battles of the two sides approach, the orcs will always provoke them like this.

In this kind of battle, humans usually lose more than they win, but Marianne is different. She has confidence in herself—or, in other words, she doesn't want to refuse at all.

With the fall of the main gate of the barracks, almost one of the four reserve companies has been destroyed. Although she has made as much preparation as possible, it is still like an egg bump to use these recruits to face an orc army with obvious combat experience. When they arrived at Shishi, after losing the advantage of the city wall, these companies could not maintain their formation at all. They were divided into a dozen small teams by the orcs pouring in like a tide. it's over.

The only turning point that can be seen...in this traditional confrontation of the orcs.

The battle situation has fallen into a stalemate, and the battles elsewhere will not produce results for a while, and a well-equipped tribal squad surrounded their warlords and came to the main fortress of Pinecandle Castle-here consists of a team of holy guards and a hundred people. Guarded by the soldiers of the corps——challenged Marianne, who had retreated with a wounded arm.

Can't refuse.

The vanguard officer of the Frankish tribe was the first to go out, and the centurion, the only veteran team in Pinecandle Castle, took up the challenge.

Axes, longswords and two-handed warhammers fought together, and the battle-hardened centurion smashed the heads of two orc vanguard officers before the Overseer himself could step into battle.

Marianne replaced him. Although she was wounded, she knew that if these veterans were allowed to fight any longer, the orcs might just catch up.

She is very strong, stronger than this warlord with a long-handled two-handed axe. Although every attack of the opponent will make her back again and again, Marianne can recognize the contrast between the two sides-under the protection of the Holy Seal, She even has eight or nine chances of victory... Of course, this is based on the premise that her arm has not been cut by the orc's spear.

Even so, she gradually stabilized her position.

The moment the orc warlord's eyes drifted to the sky involuntarily, Marianne knew that her chance had come.

Her big sword staggered from the direction the warlord was blocking, and slashed in along the gap between the ax handle and the arm. Before the opponent completely avoided it, she left a scar on the inside of the warlord's arm.

has hope--

Marianne wanted to pursue the victory, but she saw unbelievable fear in the eyes of the orcs, and they began to retreat, walking slowly, just like other tired soldiers... She also heard someone shouting loudly behind her, But she will not let go of this opportunity now, she concentrates on it, and chases after him with her sword in hand, wanting to decide the winner in the next move.

Suddenly, a gust of strong wind rose out of thin air, flipping the head nun who was unsteady in a circle.

Marianne didn't understand what happened at all. She thought it was the ogres outside the city who risked hurting their own people and started throwing stones again. She let out a suppressed roar and turned over in a panic from the gravel He got up and waved his hands to disperse the smoke and dust floating around.

But wherever she touched, there were scorching air waves everywhere.

Following two streams of sulfur-smelling gray smoke from her nostrils, while she dispersed the surrounding dust, the head of a monster that was almost several times larger than her entire body appeared in front of her.

She was so frightened that she almost dropped the holy sword in her hand.

The monster didn't attack her, but faced her, and asked her in a language that was so muffled that the syllables were confused, but it truthfully conveyed the meaning to his heart——

"Excuse me, are you my bride?"

Chapter 25 020. Dragon's Transaction

Facing this inquiry, Marianne did not respond at all.

This sudden change made her thinking ability infinitely close to zero—who would have expected that she was still fighting a gray-faced and fangsed orc warrior just now, it was just because the sand was blinded by the effort, but in front of her eyes was Turned into a giant monster the size of a street?

Apparently, it was a dragon, something you could almost only hear in the tales that bards made up when they were drunk.

Proud of the strategy of plowing and sweeping holes in the core areas around the inner sea of ​​the empire, all kinds of monsters and ghosts that often appeared on scrolls a few centuries ago have become rare things in the hinterland of the empire. Their records are also missing a lot as the data is updated day after day.

Gaul was surrendered to the empire four years ago. According to the documents left over from that year, there were indeed records of dragons in this area, but after more than ten generations, it is obvious that those with particularly powerful Threatening creatures have long been eradicated by the imperial legions in their heyday. A target as big as a dragon has not been heard of for almost a year. Ordinary civilians can't even determine whether the "dragon" is a real creature or just left behind. , the remnants of the myths and legends of the ancient times, even educated people may not be able to tell a thing or two, let alone witnessed it with their own eyes.

For Marianne, one of her most impressive cognitions about dragons is the story of St. George (Note 1) slaying the dragon. He is regarded by the empire as a symbol of personal bravery and killing evil. Anyone who likes to dance with swords and guns All people in the world cannot help admiring his heroic legend, especially those who aspire to make achievements in the military - Marianne is no exception.

It's not that she hasn't imagined that one day she can cut off the head of a dragon and become a legendary figure in the poet's mouth and classic books.

but……

Dragon slaying?

She moved the sword in her hand blankly.

As a full-time nun who has already entered the real power class, the weapons in her hands are made by famous craftsmen who specialize in serving the monastery and the senior officers of the Imperial Legion.

It is a sword frame with brass and gold lacquer frame, a soft and shiny beech hilt, and a sword body forged from Uzi steel ingots-it is a complete steel sword, and the outer layer is enough to fight against witches. Magic element silver, which is a very rare magic weapon in the entire Gaul region. Looking at the entire western empire, it can probably be said to be the number one magic weapon.

The scale of the Holy Tashan Monastery could not accommodate this sacred object, but it is said that this object was donated by a certain big man, and he specified that he wanted it to "do something", so he was the only member of the monastery with the status of "war" The head nun, she was lucky enough to be able to use this on the battlefield.

Regardless of whether it will be recycled and donated to other people in the future, Marianne named it "Sun Halo" (Note 2). , and wrapped the parchment blessed with holy water around the hilt of the sword.

It is more than three and a half cubits from head to tail, which is equivalent to a short human being. The sword body is wide at the bottom and narrow at the top. There are three grips in the front half without an edge. It can be stabbed with both hands and can be used as a slash Use sharp weapons to play chess.

Marian was considered tall among women, but she couldn't use this weapon easily; but this big sword was as ridiculous as a large toothpick in front of the giant beast in front of her - it looked like nothing more than a few dragon teeth The widths add up to that.

All the beautiful dreams of her girlhood have turned into a bubble that eroded her spirit at this moment. Her only thought now is, how can humans resist such a terrifying monster?

Not to mention beheading it.

Maybe because she didn't respond for a long time, Long began to move.

Its head with its protruding horns looked like a twisted triangle, with hard, metal-like large scales covering every inch of its skin.Its horns stood up obliquely backward, but turned back halfway, and after passing through two straight and distinct corners, the tips of the pair of huge dragon horns passed under the eyelids, pointing to its own jaw.

This is a giant red dragon... with two feet, two arms, two wings, and a long tail coiled on the ground, almost half a circle around the perimeter of the school field.

There are almost no complicated and ferocious spines on its body, only a row of thick and blunt light brown spines on the center line of the back, and a pair of large horns are dark brown, with a beautiful metallic color on the surface, and its scales are clean. And magnificent, like rows of neatly arranged crystals containing flames; under the sun, its whole body seems to be covered with a soft halo.

Almost like a work of art.

But it caused Marianne to retreat instinctively, because there was a wave of heat around its body. Although the temperature could not be called hurtful, it made people feel obviously hot in this cool morning.

I don't know if it's an illusion, she backed up, and the dragon crawled forward. She backed up very fast, but the dragon was faster than her.

She backed quickly against the wall, and this time, almost instinctively, Marianne dropped the sword.

Under those scorching red eyes, she couldn't bear the consciousness of resistance at all.

Will she die?

It seemed that no one could help her. In order to chase her, the dragon's hands and flesh wings brushed towards the ground. There were almost no human buildings in front of her. The whole world was full of oppressive red figures.

An understatement of the dragon's breath, or the sharp fangs under the bloody mouth, or... just a casual step?

In the face of such an exaggerated size gap, everything is like a joke.

However, the dragon did not deal with her cleanly. It lowered its head and approached to a position less than a few steps directly in front of Marianne, and once again uttered that unspeakable but understandable grunt in its throat. Voice.

"You should answer me, human, does that sweet breath belong to you?"

Its voice was rough and hoarse, mixed with the crackling sound of burning firewood, and the gradual loss of sanity made Marianne unable to pick out meaningful information from it—whether it was male or female, whether it was long or small, whether it was malicious or not ?She couldn't even hear it.

She couldn't speak, and the dragon seemed to be starting to lose patience.

Marianne watched helplessly as the dragon opened its mouth and stuck out its tongue. The width of its tongue was almost half the size of her body, and there were two long forks at the end. This was something that only demons in the scriptures would have. The face of evil.

She closed her eyes in despair, letting the tongue roll herself up.

The expected pain of tearing the body did not come.

Even better... the smoky sulfur smell that she was slightly dreaming of didn't fall on her as the tongue wrapped her around her.

She wasn't dead, or at least she wasn't dead now... But when Marianne dared to open her eyes and look ahead, she found that she couldn't see much of the world anymore.

She was pulled close, or rather, she was swept into the mouth by the giant dragon.

All she could see were two rows of neat fangs, and some of them were hanging high above her head. As we said before, the head of this red dragon was as big as a spacious house, and lying on her The nun on the tongue is not much different from lying on a generous meat carpet at this moment.

What was shocking was that the tongue was still curled around her body, and the two tongues were as nimble as two red pythons, constantly entwining and grinding around her neck and thighs.

There was a...strange taste in the dragon's mouth.

It doesn't smell bad, but it seems to be obvious vegetation, or some light mountain fruit smell, which makes the head nun can't help but wonder, does this giant beast also have the temperament to use something to clean its mouth?

But that's... so stupid, tooth-brushing dragon?Thinking about it is very wrong.

"Wait, you... are you looking for someone?"

The delay in death made Marianne feel lucky. She felt that since this legendary monster was willing to communicate with her, maybe she could earn a life—although she wanted to be a hero, but it was nothing. One wants to be a dead hero.

"A woman must be beautiful, well, you are also beautiful..."

The saliva from the dragon's mouth flowed onto Marianne's body along with the tip of her tongue, soaking the black nun's clothes thoroughly, and sticking to her skin tightly.

"Have you seen such a woman?"

This kind of strange statement made Marianne, who was in danger, couldn't help crying and laughing, beautiful woman?The palace of the regional governor is everywhere, who knows which one this dragon is looking for?

She could only resist her fear and reply: "Please forgive me, I don't understand what you mean..."

"Oh, I didn't expect you to understand, anyway, I don't understand..."

The dragon's tongue moved—but instead of clinging to Marianne, it loosened her a little.