Serious Witch's Travel Book

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As for rewards and the like.

Hey, actually we belong to the kind of writers who are not in good health. If we write too much, we will often have some negative situations, but in order to give ourselves some motivation, let’s do this...

In the first month, no more updates will be added between November and December, because we need some time to perfect the story outline. This book was released within a week after "The Empress" was trampled. It's a bit rushed. We Personally, I think it would be a bit irresponsible to write indiscriminately in a hurry. In fact, some small bugs have been caught recently, so I need to sort it out a little bit.

Starting from December [-]st, on the basis of [-] words per chapter per day.

1. A total of 200 blades plus a chapter.

2. Accumulate 20000 cat biscuits plus a chapter.

3. Both blades and cat biscuits are counted from 0, and the current number is counted. It will be more refreshing in the future.

Because we are used to 2-word chapters, we will ask for more (normally about [-]K words correspond to [-] cookies...more mainstream?), please reward carefully.In addition, the monthly ticket list and recommendation list are not something salty fish like us can count on, so let's not consider it for the time being, please forgive me.

Of course, if you want to read the supplementary chapters, you can also tell us (X)

About ten to fifteen chapters of additional updates can be accepted every month. This book is quite brain-intensive to write, so it will not be too fast... If there is an update, the number will be counted at the end of the month, and it has not been completed. It will be postponed to next month - or we call it a stop, Jiang Zi.

But maybe it won’t reach the upper limit (laughs).

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In addition, I would like to thank the readers who gave rewards before the book was put on the shelves. Sui really wanted to circle it one by one, but there were a few name changes that I couldn’t circle...so we decided not to circle it for the time being. I am very sorry...(*′д｀)

Just as a thank you, the current book has blade 280 and cat biscuit 66252. According to the above commitment, we will try our best to finish these four chapters during November and December.

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Chapter 47 032. Crisis

The first collision occurred just a split second after Marianne stood up.

Failed.

Before she was ready, the sharp edge of the ax was slashing towards her chest. Marianne made a judgment between flashes and flints. She pulled out the big sword with both hands, and tilted the hilt forward in an instant, and at the same time quickly step back.

clang--!

After a blunt sound, Marian staggered back seven or eight steps, and finally stopped.

Much harder.

This feeling is hard to explain... Just as she expected, the sudden decline in physical fitness did cause her to make a mistake in her judgment, especially since she received enough comfort and rest last night, and she thought she was in good physical condition .

The orc warlord—presumably called "Mustavar"—didn't give her any more respite.

According to the principle of ordinary humans fighting against large-sized orcs, most of the time, if the problem cannot be solved with long-range weapons and siege, then more close-fitting is beneficial to humans.

As early as many years ago, the intelligence officers of the empire made a detailed analysis of the fighting ability of the orcs: just as humans are inherently unable to compare the flexibility of their limbs with elves, the bones and muscles of orcs are also quite different from humans.

In the early days of the empire, the most common orcs in the north were called "gray descendants". According to the modern name, they are "gray orcs". They have particularly developed muscles, tall bodies and solid bones, but they correspond to Unfortunately, their bodies lack flexibility—maybe they can reverse the impression of some ordinary people by relying on their explosive power, but for combat masters, this lack of flexibility is an extremely obvious weakness.

Fingers, wrists, waist, collarbone and shoulders, legs, ankles.

In just about every part that requires turning or quickly reorienting in combat, the Gray Orc is significantly flawed.

The rotation range of their joints is smaller than that of humans, and it is completely incomparable with elves. Many movements that are easy for humans to do are difficult for gray orcs.

Moreover, the arm length derived from height is not an advantage in all situations. In order to deal with these alien races, the Imperials have a complete set of countermeasure training. Even recruits who have just joined the army know that as long as they can bring the orcs into their attack rhythm , relying on shields and sharp daggers, it is not difficult to cause fatal injuries to them.

However, it is difficult for Marianne to take advantage of this perfectly.

She uses a two-handed sword with considerable weight and size, which means that if the two sides approach, she will also be in a difficult situation to attack.The opponent she faced was obviously experienced in many battles, and he was very familiar with the usual methods of human beings. When confronting Marianne, he always kept his body slightly bowed, and the position of holding the weapon was not high.

This allowed him to avoid the mistakes that some young orcs often make... Those rookies are used to using their height to oppress the enemy. advantages turned into disadvantages.

"Horgon" is a very sacred traditional ceremony for the orcs, and the two parties have left enough space, so whether it is Marian or Mustava, they are using the ample space to test .

Knowing your opponent's speed, strength, and skill, and turning that information into your advantage - the seasoned fighter will never rely on a reckless rampage, unless...

"Roar--"

With a shout, Mustava rushed towards Marianne.

The huge size and the spikes on the full body armor made him look like a raging rhinoceros. Marianne opened her legs and raised her sword sideways, but she hesitated for a second before canceling her stance .

She wasn't sure what to do next.

Facing the provocative attack of the orc warlord, she staggered her steps to avoid the road, and then took the initiative to strike with a sword before the opponent entered the shooting range.

clang--!

Hands to hands, she was so violently shaken that she could hardly hold the hilt of the sword, and her palms and tiger's mouth were hurt by the impact. If she hadn't wrapped two circles of cloth around her palms, I'm afraid this would be enough to shake her hands. See you in red.

That does not work.

"Sun Halo" gained the advantage, and the blessed holy sword burst into golden sparks at the moment when the swords and soldiers intersected. This pure steel forged blade, perhaps made by a dwarf, did not embarrass her. Marianne could clearly Seeing that the orc's double-edged ax was knocked out, she was ashamed. As a user, she could not expand the results of the battle.

Time to chase.

The two passed by each other. Because the momentum was too strong, the orc warlord couldn't stop immediately. Instead, he took a few steps in the direction opposite to the direction of Marian's sword, trying to avoid the disadvantage caused by the orientation of both sides.Marianne knew that she only had less than two seconds. She endured the pain in her hand and gripped the sword again. Before she had time to adjust her position, she forcibly jumped forward and swung the sword down.

Unfortunately, the downward-slashing blade touched the slope of the armor. It chipped off a piece of iron on the back of the orc warlord, but failed to leave a real scar. In the next moment, the roaring ax blade almost touched Mary. The tip of Ann's nose scratched, and the violent wind made her face ache.

If one blow fails, both sides step aside.

Marian moved her wrist, and she saw that the orc on the opposite side also let go. It seemed that at least she still had enough strength to fight head-on.

……

"I...I want to go and see..."

After returning to the church with Gnicia, the somewhat conceited noble lady fell into panic.

A young tent officer brought an order from the front-line centurion, and he asked the nuns to start packing their bags. At the same time, the holy guards stationed in the barracks also rushed over.

"Don't say stupid things, you will only add to the chaos."

The sound of war drums that suddenly sounded and then stopped made all the nuns panic. Only Numeria remained calm. She looked at the holy guards and asked one of them, "Where is Sister Marianne?"

"She accepted the challenge from the orc leader."

The retinue nuns have no affiliation with the holy guard, but considering that the nuns here belong to the family of the elder sister Marian in disguise, the holy guard still shows considerable respect.

Noumelia frowned and asked her, "Is it Clovis?"

"It was an Overseer, and Clovis wasn't there."

"That coward." Numeria shook her head. She looked at the tent officer and asked him in a low voice, "Did the centurion order us to evacuate?"

"Yes, but the area around Pine Candle Castle is not safe anymore. Since last night, some orcs have been wandering the surrounding paths. We can no longer arrange guards for you. Let them take you away."

The tent officer's face was full of worry, and he left in a hurry after conveying the order. When he walked to the door, he saw Gnicia who was hiding outside the door at a loss. After opening the door.

"you are……?"

Gnicia could see that he had something to say to her, and she also recognized this person—this was the cavalry captain who escorted them yesterday.

"I've heard something, has Ms. Silver Oak left here safely?"

As he asked Gnicia, he reached into his clothes.

"Yes, I think she should be safe..." Gnicia recalled the appearance of the elf when she left herself... the tunnel was really dark, it was really scary, but neither of them Like a timid person, maybe there will be no danger...

"Why didn't you go with them? Sorry, I thought I could help you."

"No, thank you, you did help her."

Gnicia thanked them again and again. In any case, although her repeated repetitions may have caused things to change, it was the people who escorted them who finally decided to delay time and create opportunities. She knew this better than anyone else. .What's more, he told the "Red Hoods" about the secret passage before, and promised to create some chaos in the barracks to help them escape... This is really a risky thing. If there is a little carelessness, maybe these escorts They will all risk their lives.

Hearing her kind words, the cavalry captain with a somewhat dejected face forced a smile.

Seeing that he hadn't left yet, Gnicia asked curiously, "Well, where are the others?"

"others?"

"Other 'Red Hoods'..."

"They were recruited. Alas, those who can breathe are more reliable than imperial officials. The rebels we arrest are more sensible than those orators who talk every day. When they hear that they are going to kill orcs, they will immediately Decided to help... with it."

He rummaged through the inner pocket of his clothes for a long time, found a small cloth bag, and stuffed it to Gnicia.

"This is... what was found when the governor was captured." Seeing that Gnicia was unclear, the cavalry captain explained: "It looks very valuable. Originally, we said it was withheld and exchanged for a few for the brothers. Only roast pigs to eat... It turns out that it is hard to say whether we can live until tomorrow. You want to go with these nuns, right? It's better to leave it to you than to the orcs. If it doesn't work, you can sell it for some money... "

There was something in the pocket that felt like a rock, and Gnicia couldn't resist pulling the loose cord clasp and peeking in. It seemed to be a necklace of emeralds.

She didn't know the value of this thing, and she didn't care too much, so she asked, "Is this going to be returned to Adlia?"

"This..." The cavalry captain didn't expect her to say that. After opening his mouth for a while, he replied slowly: "If you have the heart, find a way to return it to her... Uh, if you really want to If you plan...if you see her, please tell her that there are more than 300 lives waiting for her to help us avenge..."

He glanced at Gnicia strangely, shook his head and left.

There is a small pocket on the waist of the nun's dress, and Gnicia crumpled the whole cloth bag and stuffed it in. The nun's dress she was wearing originally had an extra circle of apron fabric around the waist to match the buckle at the back of the waist to adjust the waist The pockets are also stitched on the inside of the apron, so it doesn't look very conspicuous when you put something in it.

She stood stupidly at the door for a while, and soon, someone called her to go in and help.

……

Marian wiped her forehead.

She knew that such a small gesture would make her look weak, but she had to do it... Cold sweat was all over her forehead.

The holy power in her body was declining more quickly than she expected.

Yesterday she started fighting the orcs at dawn, until the red dragon that suddenly appeared destroyed the whole situation, and she also retained at least seven points of combat power.

After a period of rest, she went to the church to pray and briefly asked about the suspicious "witch" before returning to the front line.

She spent the whole afternoon on guard and accepting single-handed battles from the orcs... If so, Marian was sure to maintain five or six points of combat power before resting at night.

But today...not at all.

How long has it been?

Maybe not for long, at least the position of the sun hasn't changed much.

But she was about to give up.

Her opponent is a shrewd tactician. Although he personally initiated the challenge, he was not in a hurry to attack. Marianne guessed that he should have seen his own decline early in the morning. In the following time, he always relied on explosions Sexual attacks to force himself to consume energy, but if Marianne takes the initiative, he will turn to the defensive again...

The physical weakening caused by the decline of the holy power made Marian very disturbed. She wanted to make a quick decision, so she took the risk of using the "blessing" twice——

"Heavenly Candle" can allow her to attach her holy power to the weapon for a short time, and make a more destructive and extended attack with a wider range, but her two attempts failed, and instead wasted A lot of power.

What's worse, she felt that after the weakening, the power that should have been dormant in the body, waiting to be revived, did not operate according to the normal law this time, and they quietly turned into something completely different...

Cranky, scorching, rampage.Something completely different from the holy power gushed out from her abdomen, like magma lurking in her blood vessels, making her limbs move sluggishly due to the spread of the heat.

Under the ebb and flow, Marianne gradually fell to the point where she could only passively defend.

What exactly is this?

As long as she has an idea, the hot current in her body will change slightly.

But they didn't obey her orders... That kind of violent power not only went its own way, but also devoured her normal holy power, she could feel it...

"Hurgr-ron, yu-tunpro!"

Although there was a language barrier, the threat in the opponent's shout was already very obvious.

Marianne had difficulty concentrating. When she saw the sharp blade rushing towards her, she could only subconsciously raise the sword to block it.

clang--

Another collision and she could no longer hold the weapon.

The "sun halo" left her bleeding right hand with a loud noise, and at the same time, Marianne only felt the sun go dark—a fist the size of a casserole hit her face head-on.

Venus popped up in front of my eyes.

She staggered back like she was drunk... until she hit a broken wall.

Her confused mind made her unable to see clearly, and Marianne could only vaguely feel that her hair was being pulled.

Chapter 48 033. Green Deer and Dragon's Breath