Serious Witch's Travel Book

The warlord dropped his tomahawk in front of her and replaced it with a waist knife.

Marianne had never been so close to death since birth.

The knife was blunt, and as it rested on Marianne's neck the Superior Sister could still feel the rough serrations on the blade.

It must be painful...

She thought that she might die one day, but she didn't expect this day to come so soon... She is still young, and has not yet reached the point where life and death are indifferent. ...

In the south of Aquitani, on the front lines of the pseudo-kingdom of the Goths, some veterans of combat experience once told her about the experience before death: she would recall some of the most profound memories imprinted in her memory, and some would Thinking of one's parents, wife and children, some people will "see" their own life experience.Everyone who has wandered between life and death said that they seemed to be riding a horse, silently crossing a plain where the sky and grass are gray and black, where there are fine wines and vineyards, and every house is beautiful. There was smoke from the kitchen, and the gray wheat fields stretched from her feet to the sky - everyone she knew, and everyone who knew her, would say goodbye to her on the way...

This kind of words made Marianne snort. The priests of the Pantheon would tell people that after death, people would embark on the road to Tartarus through the underworld, and the most holy would lead her beloved to the golden plain and become an angel. No matter what kind, it will not and should not be a place full of cowardice and fear entangled by memory and condensed.

But when the orcs pulled her hair up, forced her to half kneel and half stand on the grass, and pronounced the death sentence on her in a vulgar language she couldn't understand, Marianne was surprised to realize that she was far from her Think so strong.

The numbness on her cheeks and the sharp pain of her scalp being pulled seemed to tear her spirit apart. Before the blunt knife began to cut her neck, she was actually caught between those cowardly memories.

She saw the land of her hometown, the brothers and sisters in the family, and the terraced fields on the hillside.

She saw the parents arguing because they did not agree with the call to the State Church, and they did not want the eldest daughter of the family to be taken away from the convent.

She saw Adria—a ridiculous, restless teenage dream.

Then, in the presence of all the sisters of the monastery, she was favored by an angel.

She has a daughter.

can't die...can't die...

That was the only thought left in Marianne's mind.

——For Mustava, this is a very boring battle.

As the chieftain of the Ironspine clan, whether in public or private, he is extremely eager to win a victory that can be regarded as the highest glory.

Orcs are born warriors, they come from the north, advocating martial arts, following the gods of Asgard who are regarded as creators and ancient ancestors.Rather than honest farming, they advocate plunder and conquest by force. Only those who are too thin and cowardly to fight will become farmers and craftsmen. According to the belief in the Northland, those who have never fought will never be able to fight. Unworthy of the blessings of the gods.

Shamans who can communicate with ancestors and gods and spread the will of sages to mortals will always be the most noble part of the orc society, followed by the "warrior" class.

All orcs agree on the importance of force and merit. Whoever can lead the tribe to become stronger is the leader of the tribe. Now they are united under the banner of the Frankish clan to become a regional chieftain and named after "Axe". He himself, precisely because the leader of his clan is a well-known shaman, even received the blessing of the sea god.

But the orcs never advocated a long-term and stable order like the empire. No clan is willing to live under the fence forever. Replace the name with your own name.

Warchief Hilderic is a respected elderly shaman, and directly challenging him is not in line with the orc's concept of honor, but his son is different, Clovis is young and reckless, far less powerful than his father in his heyday, As long as the time is right, everyone has the opportunity to replace it.

Therefore, under reasonable rules, Mustava hopes to gain more glory and prestige in the war as the cost of challenging the position of the great chief.

This human nun...is a very good target.

Humans who can fight like this are really rare. It seems that according to the people of the empire, this kind of particularly powerful nun is something like a demigod to them, even greater than the most inspired shaman—then Had she been able to remove her head to adorn his own armor, Mustava could have boasted it as a feat handed down from generation to generation, and even passed down her skull as a family heirloom.

In order to win, he adopted some slightly disgraceful and aggressive methods, but the orcs saw no difference between men and women, and if he went all out against powerful enemies, his enemies should feel honored too.

But... this woman's performance today is really terrible. Compared with yesterday, her strength is completely different. Although she can still be regarded as the best among the people of the empire, she... violated Mustava's expectations .

Had she never seen a dragon before, so she was scared stupid?

There are many dragons in the north. Even if you have never seen such a huge red dragon, it is not a shocking thing that a giant dragon suddenly attacks a small and medium-sized settlement and then escapes. Those dragons will always attack some towns to rob Food and money, some clans have even developed the worship of dragons because of this-after all, dragons are obviously a more visible and tangible thing for gods who are increasingly difficult to communicate with.

This kind of fighting made Mustava very dissatisfied. A coward's skull would make his collection less attractive. He still planned to accept this head, but compared to the usual quick execution, he decided to let this woman know cowardice the price.

He wants to cut off this woman's head one by one...

"It's so disappointing, you're dishonoring the glory I've earned, I wonder, why?"

He pulled the nun's hair and tried to make the nun look directly at him, but the height gap between the two was too great, and the woman still had to make him look down for the convenience of the knife.

The nun's eyes began to slacken. Mustava has seen many such eyes. It is the expression of people who are almost desperate under pressure.

He was even more disdainful.

Weak, ugly hairless monkeys.

He raised the knife—and at the same moment he heard a shout erupt from among the humans following the woman.

He could barely understand any imperial language, but he was familiar with a few syllables. Those humans were launching a charge, probably trying to snatch their women back.

However, the distance between the two sides is still far away, and this behavior of destroying the sacred "Holgang" is really disgusting... The warlord gestured to the vanguard officer next to him, and the latter understood, raised the mace in his hand and shouted : "Block these unbelievers!"

The orc's pawns began to run forward quickly, and Mustava turned his head to continue packing his spoils, but suddenly found a green phantom in front of him.

Is it... a deer?

What he saw at first glance looked like a deer, but when he focused more on the phantom standing in the direction of the human, the green shadow turned into a half-human, half-deer thing.

Her whole body is like an almost transparent emerald gemstone, and her outline is very vague. It can only be said that she looks like a product of a combination of a woman's half body and a deer's body. Her size is not very conspicuous, perhaps equal to the height of an ordinary orc. But she had to add a pair of huge and complicated horns that grew out from the sides of her forehead, like curved and thin withered tree branches, so that she could be compared in height with the orc warlord.

Is it a half-orc (Note 1)?

Mustava immediately thought of this possibility.

There were some half-orcs in the Frankish tribe, but they didn't take part in this expedition, and they didn't look like this either...

His followers had gotten very close to him, but it was strange that the other orcs hadn't seen the apparent strangeness.

Is it witchcraft?

Intuition made the warlord immediately change his cognition. He temporarily slowed down the execution, his eyes widened and his fangs were exposed, wanting to see who was playing tricks on him.

The green phantom was more than ten steps away in front of him. It raised its hand towards the warlord, and a spear made of branches and vines slowly took shape in her hand.

No one saw it but him - it was an assassination!

Mustava's face changed, he dropped the nun he was holding, and threw the short knife in his right hand at the deer man. At the same time, the spear in the deer man's hand was also thrown, and they exchanged There was no time to dodge, Mustava avoided half of it, and the spear pierced his arm head-on. The warlord, who was already mentally prepared to be hurt by the witchcraft weapon, did not wait for the severe pain he imagined. The green light-forged spear directly penetrated his shoulder without causing any wounds.

However, immediately after that, a strong thrust erupted on the shoulder socket, as if being punched by a tyrannical wrestler——Mustava took a few steps back, and at the same time, he only Seeing that his knife penetrated the body of the deer man, it disappeared in the air and turned into nothingness.

This sudden strange incident made everyone on the battlefield stunned, but then, the nun who had given up hope stood up at this moment.

Whatever had plotted against him, even if he himself seemed unharmed, was enough to make Mustava angry.

The majestic tradition cannot be destroyed, he strode forward, trying to control this human woman again.

"Your Majesty!"

Following his shout, the nun suddenly raised her head.

—Mustava stopped in his tracks.

He saw that the nun's eyes glowed red, and her surroundings unexpectedly heated up abnormally.

Is that annoying holy light again?

The Overseer drew his double-edged ax from the ground.

"Atreza..."

He heard the nun repeating the name repeatedly, but there was no need to have too many distracting thoughts on the battlefield, he strode forward, and raised the ax blade, intending to cut off this ungrateful human woman.

"Ateresa...Ateresa...please help me—!"

When the two got very close, the nun suddenly raised her left hand.

Mustava subconsciously made a judgment. His copper and iron bones could completely block the blow, and then he hacked the insect that refused to die obediently.

But what bloomed from the hands of the nun was not light, but magic fire.

The scorching air mixed with flames poured out like a waterfall, covering the whole body of the warlord in an instant.The substantial heat stream pushed the tall orc back again and again in the blink of an eye. He hit the wall of the abandoned house, rolled over, and was blown away like a piece of rag for more than ten meters before stopping.

This horrifying scene was like a breath of a dragon passing across the battlefield... Everyone was stunned. At this moment, the green deer-man projection suddenly appeared again, and this time, no matter whether it was other humans or orcs, they all saw it. When it got to it, it grabbed Marianne, who seemed to have lost her soul, on her back, and took her quickly to the imperial barracks.

"Retreat...retreat!"

Although he didn't know what kind of magical magic this was, but the current situation was favorable to the empire, Tulus was shocked, and he immediately began to call the legion infantry who followed him to retreat to Pinecandle Castle.

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In the church of Pine Candle Castle, several nuns were sitting restlessly on the benches in the sanctuary hall.

They formed a circle, and some things wrapped in parcels were placed on the aisle in the center of the church. Numeria was standing at the door of the church with a blank expression, while a few young nuns in the church were patiently Unable to bear the oppressive atmosphere and the vague smell of blood, he began to chew the back of his tongue in a low voice.

"Sister Marian...can she win?"

"do not know……"

"What if we lose, shall we go?"

"Anyway, we have to take Flynn away."

"Is she still upstairs?"

"Ah."

"Oh." A nun whose name Gnicia didn't know sighed, and hypothesized in a depressed mood: "What if we can't escape? Those gray-skinned monsters are really like what the nuns said, they will Did you eat someone?"

"I don't know, maybe they will XX you." Sister Federa wrinkled her nose and said sarcasticly: "You better not let them catch you."

Sister Emma coughed.

"Don't talk nonsense." The sighing nun retorted: "All living beings are created by the Holy One, even beastmen should have a heart of mercy, right?"

"I don't know, anyway, that's what the bards in the tavern said. Those boars in heat will give everything... But recently, the stories they tell seem to be reversed. Some elves are starting to take the initiative..."

Fei Dela didn't want to talk about it halfway, she frowned, reached out and patted a small dagger hanging on her waistband: "Anyway, if I can't escape, I will commit suicide."

"Phaedra, have you forgotten the Ten Commandments (Note 2)?"

"No... going to hell is better than being insulted."

Phaedra looked distraught and didn't want to answer.They continued to wait for the result. Originally, they should have prepared to evacuate now, but Numeria insisted on waiting in the church... They could all see that the servant who first served Sister Marianne did not behave like her at the moment So calm.

Suddenly, Gnicia stood up in surprise.

Sitting on the periphery, she was the first to see the scene outside. She and Sister Numeria noticed something running towards here almost at the same time...

A strange, half-human, half-deer glowing ghost.

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Tips.1: In this article, half-orcs refer to those intelligent species whose body parts are completely different from ordinary intelligent races, such as harpies, centaurs, etc.Orcs refer to races whose limbs and bodies are mostly similar to human elves.

Tips.2: The Ten Commandments of Moses are basically the earliest Christian regulations on "prohibiting suicide". ", and I am particularly afraid of "killing myself"... Maybe this is a double standard.

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In addition, I lost a little question.

This article encountered some problems. The original plan was that the heroine would be completely brought into a new environment after changing her costume, and Gnicia, who was wearing other "packages", would disappear at the same time.But recently we suddenly realized that some plots will be subtly split in this way—for example, if Gnicia suddenly changes her number, if the previous story is not completely over, how should her friends face her? What about disappearing suddenly?

SO... Do a small consultation here to ask readers' opinions, please leave a post after the project you support.

1. I only hope that there is only one heroine at the same time.

2. In some plots, multiple heroines will coexist, but they are all "Gnesia"-for example, Gnicia who is brought back to the monastery to read scriptures for daily life, and Gnicia who fights monsters and cooks meat in the Black Forest Nishia exists at the same time, but their mode of existence is similar to that of a magic projection, and they belong to one person subjectively.

Well...it's November, everyone please keep warm w don't catch cold like us every day...

Good job, coders! (die)

Chapter 50 034. Resonance

Marianne was half-carried into the church by Numeria's arms.

The nuns who were still chirping and chewing their tongues immediately stopped talking. No matter how confused they were, when they saw Numeria helping the almost unconscious nun grow up, the crowd immediately understood what happened.

"My God, Sister Marianne..."

"What's wrong with her? Hurry up and bring her over—"

Several nuns stood up holding their skirts in an instant. They ran to Noumelia, surrounded Marian with all their might and rushed her into the church.

Gnicia also wanted to help, but she was embarrassed to find that she couldn't squeeze in at all, so she had to stand at the door... and looked at that side, or that one, or that one—the deer man?

No one else seemed to be able to see her, and Gnicia noticed that only she and Numelia noticed when she was approaching; she stood where she could see the door, and she noticed it when she came over, But Sister Numeria didn't panic when she sent Marian back. She helped Marian off this strange invisible but tangible spirit body, and without saying anything, she took Marian with her. Ann went to church.

So, Gnicia stood at the door by herself, and she looked at the strange spirit body beside the baptismal pool in the church. The thing didn't show any intention of hurting anyone, but it was undoubtedly the creation of some kind of magical spell. Nishia didn't dare to get too close to it.

It... seems to be looking at itself?

Gnicia couldn't see her face, but she saw the thing's horns...

After a while, it turned into nothingness in front of Gnicia's eyes, dissipating in the air like flying sand.

Followed by a few panicked imperial soldiers.