Serious Witch's Travel Book

"Give it to the Governor when you get the chance."

The centurion reached out and pinched his curly beard. Under his deep-set eye sockets were a pair of slightly squinted eyes, and the blunt and dull voice undoubtedly showed some emotions of his owner from the side: This centurion is Standing here with resentment.

"I'm not very good at writing, and I can't speak any rhetoric. The Governor and the veterans may dislike something written by a warrior like me, and it may even be difficult for it to be delivered to the Governor's desk..."

The centurion pointed to the wall casually: "But those lads we have lost, those best young men in the empire need this letter to be sent to the right place, they need a great supreme commander, the great Augustus We all know that there are allegations that must be written down and that must be confronted."

"It's a lesson learned, and if the Governor-General doesn't want Gaul to have more and more 'red hoods', then he has to look at this."

His words turned light at the end, Gnicia felt, as if he hadn't given much hope that his request would be fulfilled....

Numeria's face tightened, and she silently put away the letter.

The nuns walked past the centurion with their heads down, and Gnicia, who was walking at the back, heard another sigh.

"Arrogance and lies are destroying everything."

——With the presence of the holy guards, everything becomes easier.

They successfully crawled through the narrow hole, opened the iron door, and took the lighting equipment in the shelter.The door leading to the deeper tunnel had been destroyed by Adlia before. After a short discussion, a holy guard stayed behind. She needed to ensure that the orcs would not find this place and use the tunnel to invade instead.

Several people lit the oil lamps and walked down the stairs with the faint light of the fire.

Before going down, Gnicia saw through the ventilation hole that the sky outside was turning brighter. The sun might not be visible, but there was no doubt that they were heading towards a darker road...

May the future be smooth.

Chapter 61 044. Stay away from war

The body aches are unbearable.

The hunger in his belly also distracted him.

Although he can maintain his youth no matter how many years, those bad feelings will always become his troubles.

It hurts when you get hurt, you get hungry when you can’t eat, and you get tired if you can’t rest well.

Apart from not being able to die, he did not enjoy extra generous treatment.

The smooth sailing treatment like in the legend did not fall on the young man. He didn't have any natural fortune, nor was he a strongman who could rule the king by relying on his wisdom. Immortality did not bring him any outstanding achievements immediately, but made He saw the reality clearly: even if a person with mediocre talent like him lived 50 years longer than others, he might not be able to make any pioneering achievements.

See what he has done?

After leaving Persia, he became a helpless wanderer.

The wealth and status that he once had, and once thought he would be able to occupy forever, disappeared like a passing cloud. In this strange country, he no longer had the aristocratic power he acquired with his birth, and he no longer had the privileges offered by flatterers. Gold, silver and jewelry, he must work like an ordinary person to earn money to keep himself alive - because even with an immortal body, hunger will still bring him extremely severe torture.

The last bottom line he can stick to is not to do murder and robbing. The morality in his heart makes him refuse to gain convenience by oppressing ordinary people who have a more difficult life than him. Of course... the occasional stealing is also considered. Nothing... right?

It's really ironic. It's obvious that the brave man who fights for the goddess has to plan carefully for his own livelihood in the end, walking on thin ice. It has to be said that this is really a plot that only appears in third-rate novels.

who is he? ...his name is Lyndon Wan, a wanderer with no name.

The immortality acquired through usurpation does not grant him unlimited potential, on the contrary, this characteristic limits his growth.After so many years, Linden has not grown into a strong fighter, but has been maintained at this fixed age in his 20s. It is even difficult for him to improve his physical fitness through exercise, because his entire body are in a state of "relative stagnation"——

No matter how serious the injury is, he can be revived even if his head is cut off, but the same is true for the positive effects he gets. Even if he possesses supernatural power beyond ordinary people, he will quickly wither back to his original state in just a few days.

Rome was once an ideal country for him, but after putting it in reality, his life was not very satisfactory.

Here he has no one to rely on, no decent birth, and no family wealth of any kind.He is as conscientious as an ordinary person, engaged in various jobs, in order to cover up his longevity, he has to leave the place he has gradually become familiar with every once in a while, and go to a new and strange place to make a living...He just hangs around at the bottom of society for decades.

Joining the Imperial Legion was nothing more than a job in his long, dull life.

The long life has given him some intuitions about danger. When the patrol was suddenly attacked, he escaped by making a simple substitute, but he never expected that such a thing would appear on the ground of the Romans. Many orcs, under the duress of the situation, he had been in that shabby house for two days with the corpses of his colleagues and pretended to be dead.

Whether it is mental or physical strength, some have reached their limits.

Fortunately, there was a heavy rain last night, and the orc's garrison shrunk somewhat. Taking advantage of the night and rain, he quietly climbed out of the half of the dilapidated house, and moved into the woods little by little.

Although it doesn't matter even if he was really killed, Lin Deng was overjoyed by the high achievements of the rest of his life after the catastrophe. He randomly picked a few seemingly edible mushrooms and wild vegetables, regardless of raw or cooked, and soaked them in the rain. Just chewed it down.

When his physical strength recovered a little, he got up from the ground, grabbed the only dagger he brought out, and started to walk through the primitive bushes.

What a mess...

He couldn't help muttering in his heart.

Just a few years ago, he was still a general capable of commanding thousands of troops, but now, he is simply poor and useless.Although the loser is supposed to have nothing, after decades, he still can't swallow this bad breath-it's nothing more than losing wealth and status, even the women he likes, and even the women who like him have surrendered one after another. embrace……

This kind of humiliation that cannot be forgotten is even more shameful in this chaotic dawn. The young man who barely stood up couldn't help but hit the tree trunk in front of him twice with his dagger. He wanted to vent his anger.

After a few innocent leaves fell, Linden finally breathed a sigh of relief and continued walking up the mountain.

Time to get out of here, at least Gaul doesn't look so safe anymore.

This era...was the era when the Franks invaded Rome.Although these messy races deviated from the society he was familiar with, the general trend of history unexpectedly did not deviate too much.

If this continues, the Romans will soon be driven out of Gaul and Britain, and the place he is in will be plunged into the quagmire of hundreds of years of bleak history. Living in a terrible place, so long has passed, and the arrest of him in the east should have been canceled long ago. He can go to Constantinople, the last light of civilization in the empire, or to Ravenna or Rome, At least after the fall of the Western Empire, the shameful Lombard barbarians have inherited quite a bit of the flames of civilization...

Just as he was staggering and walking slowly forward relying on the supporting trees, a light and sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly passed through his ears.

His tired mind made him pay no attention to it. He thought it was some ungrateful and strange bird flying past him, but when he instinctively reached out and touched the auricle that felt a little bit, he found that the edge of the ear was cut open. There was a hole, and blood was flowing out.

Linden immediately shivered.

He picked up the dagger to be on guard, but he couldn't see what was attacking him from the obscure forest. A few seconds later, he heard the same wind again, and this time he clearly saw a black shadow It flashed by, but he couldn't stop it, the feathered arrow crossed his neckline and took away a piece of tattered cloth.

"Who……?!"

He tentatively asked nervously.

If the other party didn't kill him, it was either because he didn't want to kill him for some reason, or because he wanted to save his dog's life to torture him, whichever it was was not a good thing.

He began to worry about whether this was a pursuer from the east - he heard that the lady's people had extended their influence to the Black Forest many years ago, and that guarding devil really did everything to avenge the little bitch in his family If it weren't for the failure of the various tribes of the Huns to gain a firm foothold in the Gaul region, Linden even suspected that she would dig through the entire empire to find herself.

But the fact that her army can't make it through doesn't mean that some bounty hunters who are willing to get some extra money can't make it through... Those lunatics dare to do anything for money, let alone killing a young man with mediocre skills.

The guy hiding in the dark didn't answer him. Linden stepped back cautiously while keeping a close eye on all possible hiding areas in front of him.

Immortality allows him to have enough capital to fight people. He can even use his own death and injury as bait to exchange one with another, but the premise is that he does not lose his ability to fight back too early.

His opponent might be a seasoned hunter... No matter how Linden sold the opening, he never made another shot.

Until he turned his head to another place, maybe his sight left the position of the hunter for a moment, the sound of strings reappeared, the black shadow brushed against his forehead, and then disappeared into the dense forest.

But Linden still saw a little bit more clearly what was attacking him.

It really was an arrow, not a more primitive throwing weapon; and he also recognized the approximate location of the opponent...

His opponent... is hiding in a tree!

When he locked on to the general area where the enemy was lurking, he saw a vigorous figure fall from the tree trunk.

The gradually brightening sunlight shone through the colorful tree shadows to the area around him. In the intermittent rain of the trees passed by the branches and leaves, Linden could barely see the general appearance of the person who came.

A girl with a slender figure, wearing only extremely light clothing, but carrying a bow and a dagger on her back.

Many simple tattoos were painted on her body with white paint, which made Linden recognize her somewhat—she was one of the orcs who attacked the patrol the day before yesterday. Judging from the weapons used, besides carrying them Except for the veterans, everyone else should have died directly at her hands.

She doesn't fit in with other orcs, as if she came from two worlds, a female orc with some feline features.

She stood up among the bushes, and the tree shadow blocked her appearance and most of her figure, but she walked straight towards Linden, and did not deliberately hide herself again, until her short light brown hair and drooping cat The ear appeared in Linden's field of vision.

A... cat person?

He hadn't seen a catman yet.

The other party bowed slightly, and took out an arrow from the quiver at the back of his waist and put it on the bow. It was obvious that the shots just now were all her handwriting, but she was not in a hurry to launch an attack here, and even Linden felt that she Didn't mean to hurt myself.

The two confronted each other like this for a while, until Catwoman's words broke the silence: "You are really courageous, human."

Understood—it turned out to be Greek.

This made Linden heave a sigh of relief. Being able to communicate is a good thing. He lowered the weapon in his hand and greeted him actively: "It's just a survival instinct."

The other party didn't argue, but was still carefully examining herself. After a while, Catwoman spoke again. Her voice was a little green, but she deliberately kept it calm. Like this young girl pretending to be mature The conversation added a bit of cuteness beyond the times to her. If it weren't for the current tense confrontation, Linden would be more than happy to have a good communication with her.

"Where are you going, human."

strange question...

However, considering that the opponent had a clear advantage in force, Linden still answered her cautiously: "Leave this area, I don't want to be a soldier anymore."

His words made Catwoman wrinkle her nose: "A deserter?"

"No, the imperial soldiers use money to do things. I haven't paid the full military salary for two months. Why do I continue to work for them?"

His remarks obviously surprised Catwoman, but Catwoman did not refute him, but kept silent; then, Catwoman suddenly lowered the horn bow in her hand and said to him: "Tell me, you will where to."

"...who knows, maybe the South."

"..."

"It may also be the southeast... It is close to the hinterland of Rome and far away from the old capital where accidents frequently occur. It may be much safer."

His answer didn't seem to satisfy the alien girl, so he made some more nonsense.

Catwoman seemed to be interested in what he said. She stood silently in front of Linden for a long time, and finally said suddenly: "Are those places far away from war?"

"perhaps……"

"Then take me away, take me out of here."

"--what?"

This is really... a completely unexpected statement.

But this Catwoman looks serious.

"It's not impossible, we can go west first, so that we can stay away from the army of orcs... But why?"

Catwoman stared straight at him, slightly frowning eyes showing a hint of disgust:

"I hate killing people."

……

Clovis, who had just finished the mobilization meeting, returned to his resting place and drank the broth that the servant put on the table.

Everything in the quick march was simple, but as the heir of the great chief and one of the core members of the tribe, the shaman still had his own tent, which was brought by a small convoy following the team. More than 3000 orcs who went south Among them, currently only he, the warlord, and the vanguard officers can rest in the tent.

He just held a brief meeting to arrange today's plan. Their food has been used up. Whether it is luggage or hunting, it is really difficult to feed three thousand mouths. The beasts that can be found nearby are in the first place. Tian was killed by the orcs, if so, it was just barely providing some hot soup that could boost morale in this bad weather.

There must be an offensive today or tonight, and they need food from this camp.It took two days for the orcs to free the grassroots infantry from the fear of the giant dragon that suddenly harassed the town of the empire. He believed that those humans would not be in a stronger situation than his side. Compared with the same limited training , the orcs who are naturally brave and fanatical undoubtedly have an advantage in mental recovery.

He sat on the ground in the simple military tent, grabbed a handful of crushed stones in front of him, and sprinkled the prepared spices among the colorful pebbles. He wanted to do a quick psychic through traditional means, and see if he could Whether to pray for the help of Thor.

But before he lit the spices, a tall figure lifted the curtain, bent over into the tent, and tapped twice on the wooden pillar supporting the door.

"Dear shaman, sorry to bother you, but I found some confusing surprises while making my rounds."

Clovis put down the torch in his hand and looked up at the person who came: "Tell me, Sargon, my eyes and ears, why are you here?"

"There is one less human corpse in front of the formation, and the black-haired miscellaneous hair is gone..."

The old orc gritted his teeth. Although he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the female orc's gourd, this unexpected turn of events was enough to shame him.

"...It's really strange. Since it's something you're in charge of, then go and find the person yourself, I believe you won't let me down..."

Clovis grabbed a handful of tinder, and held them in his hands without tools.

When he opened his hand again, the ball of lint had turned into a sphere glowing with red flames.

"right?"

Chapter 62 045. The Devil's Deal

Although the gloomy rainy day outside made people feel depressed, compared with this tunnel that seemed to have no end in sight, it was simply a paradise.

Gnicia noticed that there were a total of 13 people entering the passage, including her, six nuns including Flynn, and six holy guards.

She didn't know how many of these church private soldiers there were, but some of them had different faces from the ones she had seen before, and maybe some of them stayed in Pine Candle Castle to follow their head nun.

This long underground passage is rugged and winding, without any obvious big corners, but it can be seen that it was not completely excavated in a straight line. It has existed for many years, and it has long been seen on the surrounding walls. There are no traces of man-made excavation, some fine plant roots, stones of different sizes, and occasional insects are everything in the passage. A torch.

The tunnel is very narrow, neither the ground nor the surrounding walls are neat, and most of the road sections can only barely accommodate thin women like them to pass through smoothly. If it is a taller man, I am afraid that they have to lower their heads to walk the entire distance.

The holy guards occupied the front and back of the queue respectively. Among the nuns, Sister Numeria walked in the front, and Flynn took her hand and followed behind. The others lined up and followed the footsteps of the predecessors. .

The turbid air made it difficult to breathe, and the oppressive environment greatly increased the psychological burden of the group. No one was willing to speak in this situation, so that even though they were all fellow travelers, Gnicia It felt as if she was the only one walking this long, endless passage.