Serious Witch's Travel Book

Maybe the orcs took her home and she had to join forces with the Imperials?

Not impossible.

But the red-haired witch shook her head in front of Marianne, denying: "Nothing, just like what I said in the first sentence, I'm here to find someone—'Where is she'?"

"There's nothing you're looking for here..."

"No, she's here, and I can still smell her."

The witch's attitude suddenly became a little fierce.

She was originally a person with a gentle facial language like Numelia, her eyes were always slightly squinted, and she talked with people with a very shallow smile, but when her emotions became intense and her eyes opened, the raised eyes Instead, the corners of his eyes became extremely fierce oppressors.

"I don't expect you to do what I ordered, but if you ignore me like this and break our agreement, then be prepared to suffer punishment."

Her words began to reveal a strong majesty, which was not a bluff, but a real and convincing natural sense of oppression.

At this moment, Marianne even felt that she was facing His Royal Highness Placidia—that is a real noble family with the right to inherit.

she?A witch...?

When she regained her senses, Marianne realized that she took half a step back unconsciously, but the witch approached instead. She was not afraid of the cross hanging on the church, so instead, she posed a stronger threat to Marianne. pressure.

As she advances, Marianne will fall back.

The wall of light was quickly swallowed by the invisible field. At this moment, Marianne's tense spirit reached a limit. She raised her sword and threatened the witch who was only three or four steps away from her: " If you come any closer, I'll cut off your head."

The witch ignored her at all, she walked straight forward, and Marian immediately swung her big sword—she had never killed a human being, but killing an evil witch was no different to a monster for her.

But her sword stopped by the witch's ear, not because of her volition, but because of a snap of her fingers that made her stunned.

The heat brewing in her belly was unbearable, they impacted Marianne's body, from the inside out, burning her body like a weird magic fire.

But it wasn't pain... if it was pain, she could bear it.

It is an unimaginable joy, far surpassing what she usually does to appease her followers, and even surpassing the passion that Atresa gave up when she had sacred communication with her—this is This incomparably strong impact instantly shattered her heart, and she dropped the sword in a daze. For a moment, she even had the illusion that her body was unconscious.

After a few seconds, this sudden shock broke out in silence.

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

Marianne struggled and uttered a few low growls that sounded like weeping.

Her last rationality prompted her to grab the collar of the witch who not only performed some evil spells on her, but she couldn't even keep standing now. The witch didn't deliberately keep her distance. Walking to the bench, after Marian staggered a few steps and knelt down abruptly, she quickly gathered up her dress and sat on the bench, returning to her complacent appearance.

"Did you pee your pants? It's really ugly. As a woman, you are not qualified at all. Is it because the monastery is too strict?"

"Shut up, shut up..."

Just kneeling on the ground was not enough, Marianne had to crawl to the ground to fight against the strange feeling that almost tore her soul apart.

After regaining her strength a little, she blushed and scrambled to throw the weird witch down, but the witch who was staring at her playfully just snapped her fingers again, the head nun's eyes froze, and soon He fell back to the ground and let out a more tactful cry than before.

This feeling is not unfamiliar, Marianne already knows what it is, it is just something she often does with her followers, and she will also feel this way when they are at their most high-pitched—but this is more than Her usual feeling was ten times and a hundred times stronger. She couldn't calm down the trembling of her body at all, and she even felt like she was walking around in the water naked, and her legs were full of water.

The witch is still taunting her mercilessly:

"Your heart burns with evil fire, and your soul is not as noble as it is known."

"If abstinence is just a boring repression, how destructive is it when it's released?"

When Marianne worked up the courage to look up at her, she saw that the witch's fingers were curled up again.

"don't want--"

the nun begged.

Snapped.

——This situation was repeated seven or eight times until Marian curled up on the ground and could no longer stand up.

"That's much better."

The witch sitting on the bench in the sanctuary looked with satisfaction at the head nun, whose eyes were a little distracted.

She took off her boots, stomped lightly on the body of the loser, and inflicted humiliation with some special places on her toes.

"Warriors of the angels? If the angels behind you came down to earth in person, maybe we can still make gestures...the seal they gave you is like a slave contract. Poor you unlucky children are willing to accept it all...instead of taking advantage of others , might as well be cheaper for me."

"Hey."

She stepped lightly on Marianne's chest.

The plump touch made her very satisfied.

Although I haven't found the right owner, it's always a joy to rob things with the most holy. She is a person of status, and she doesn't bother to do small things like robbing houses. The toy is simply the best face-slapping behavior.

Of course, just doing this is not enough. So far, she can only be regarded as secretly breaking other people's toys. What she wants is fun, and most of the fun always comes from other people's unhappiness. Wouldn't it be more fun for this toy to follow her willingly than if she snatched it directly?

"look at me."

She squatted in front of the head nun who was unable to stand up, and poked her face a few times with her fingers.

Gradually relaxing, Marianne still wanted to give the shameless witch a few vicious glances, but what she couldn't grasp was that there were some tears of flattery hidden in her eyes.

The witch loves this look.

"You're at war, aren't you?"

"Since your angel is no longer helping you, let me give you a little help - I will give you the power of fire, which is the source of destruction and creation, the perfect fairy who is tolerant and passionate, It doesn't require you to work so hard to lock yourself in a ridiculous cage, the more passionate and glamorous you are, the more favor it will give you-"

"And all it takes is your nod."

"It's a good deal, isn't it?"

------

It's a little bit extreme...a little bit.

I originally planned to write a supplementary chapter, but it seems that there is no particularly good content to write, so I just let it go.

╰(*°▽°*)╯I am so pure.

Section 64 047. Defense?No……

"Your Excellency, are you all right?"

The head nun's expression worried Tulus.

He knew very well that no matter when the orcs launched an attack, the garrison of Pinecandle Castle would be in danger. The army here is almost all recruits, and half of them are recruited farmers. Fight to protect your homeland, but when the orcs really start to attack, it's not bad if they can play one-tenth of their fighting strength.

But people always have a fluke mentality, maybe they are not on a dead end yet?

This kind of luck did not come from any reinforcements. He was well aware of the military deployment in this area. Fort Pine Candle itself was already one of the largest military bases in the Upper Germanic Province. It would take at least ten days to wait for reinforcements. But any sensible commander would not be able to send someone here after knowing the situation here: instead of marching in a hurry and becoming a victim in the refueling battle, it is better to choose to retreat and build a defensive line at a suitable position, or Prepare to counterattack.

He considered retreating, and then set fire to the place, but Pinecandle Castle had a large population, and he couldn't bear the responsibility of burning it down. The elders would not blame the special envoy of the governor, but would only place the responsibility on the low-level officers. Even if they go back, they will die...Moreover, there are many soldiers from the local area. It is difficult for them to be persuaded to leave here. Even if they leave, they may still have to face the pursuit of the Franks.

Tulus now wants the orcs to persuade them to surrender or something, so he might consider doing the opposite. Working for the empire and the barbarians is work, and they can't please them anyway, so why bother with this mess? The ruler took his life, but unfortunately, the leader on the opposite side seemed to have no intention of persuading him to surrender. Maybe those lunatics didn't have the word "surrender and accept rebellion" at all.

Oh, what uncivilized savages, but they are the ones who ruined the empire like this...

His current chips are all on the head nun.

The head nun and her followers have taken over the defense of Pine Candle Castle for about two months. I have to say that she is an enlightened city dweller, and the domineering thing that Tulus imagined did not happen. Well, the nun did not interfere with his original power, but only acted as the interim chief in name.

He knew that the conscripted nuns could be called the trump card of the empire. Except for those gifted and powerful, few mortals could compete with the power of these nuns. Out of curiosity, he and the head nun named Marianne I have tried it several times, and the genre used by the opponent should belong to a kind of "court swordsmanship". Generally speaking, it is a fighting skill that focuses on single-handed and small-scale fights, and is suitable for dignitaries or their guards to study.

It doesn't matter that he is not the opponent, after all, the opponent is not even an "ordinary human being".

When the Franks launched a sneak attack, this lady did show quite tough fighting power-she was able to suppress the extraordinary orc warlord after a continuous high-intensity battle for two hours, and the casualties were at her There are at least dozens of orcs under her command. Tulus even thought that if she could kill the Frankish general in a one-on-one challenge, then this unexpected military disaster should be resolved soon. Bar?

It's a pity that this warrior who served the Holy Spirit did not perform well in the battle the next day, and the centurions were very worried about this.

But... there are other hopes.

The reason why the Holy Followers Guild became the state religion of the empire was not simply because they were able to cast divine blessings. After all, if only a similar effect was desired, both druids and court mages could do it in a variety of ways. The capital that they can really replace the Pantheon is that the gods they believe in can still be manifested in this era of declining miracles-this should be the biggest reliance on both the empire and the state religion.

In the most dangerous and difficult moment, will there be an angel to save them?

Whether there is or not, this is the deepest support of the imperial heart here.

As a person who can communicate with the gods, Marianne is the most critical of this "luck": everyone is silently expecting that she will be able to show her power and drive these gray-skinned monsters out of the empire's territory.

The same is true for Tulus. Even though he just sent away the nobleman who had to leave here, Marianne's stay still gave him hope, but... the head nun's condition doesn't look that good.

If it is said that the head nun was always a bit sluggish yesterday, then today she looks a little too...

How should he describe it...

confusion?

Marianne's expression made him puzzled, because as far as he could see, the head nun was in a trance and excited at the same time.

The external manifestations of these two emotions are undoubtedly full of contradictions. He tried to talk to the head nun about today's defense issues, but in just a dozen sentences, the head nun had already lost her mind twice, but she didn't like She was absent-minded because of being tired or in a bad state of mind. On the contrary, her complexion was rosy and something was wrong, and even though her eyes lost focus inexplicably from time to time, she still looked radiant.

The change was too great. In his memory, this clergyman from the governorate was a serious woman. The officers even thought that they could treat her directly as the same sex. The foreign nuns themselves were warriors. There is no barrier between soldiers.

But she now looks like the kind of rural shaman who is mentally disturbed after taking magical medicine (Note 1)... As far as Tulusi knows, the state religion does not allow priests to take magical medicine. Could it be that she Have you regained your combat power and used this method to communicate with the gods?

"I'm OK."

Hearing his words, the head nun immediately responded. She responded so quickly that it sounded like a cover-up.

But Tulus has no right to accuse anything.

He bit the bullet and continued to ask: "Do you think we should use the cavalry?"

"You can arrange it."

The nun still answered him immediately.

"Ok."

The centurion was a little frustrated.

Marianne didn't look at him at all. Although she was in the meeting room in the fortress, she was not at the table where several officers were discussing. Instead, she just walked to the window with a dazed expression and was looking at a certain location in the town. , with erratic eyes—but definitely not looking in the direction of the Franks.

"Did she drink too much?"

A centurion couldn't help muttering.

"Shhh." The other person hastily made a gesture - guys like them who have just been promoted are not enough to challenge the privileged class of the state church, and there is no critical moment to tear their faces... Besides, Marianne is the force here The strongest person, she has never been idle before, and she is worthy of respect for active soldiers.

"We may consider gathering all the horses to attack the barbarian commanders."

Without instructions and suggestions from above, Tullus had to make arrangements by himself.

His calloused fingers slid across the simple map drawn with charcoal, pointing from the plains outside Pinecandle Castle to the forest where the orcs hid: "If we can defeat the shaman's guards, we have a chance to take They drive away, or at least delay the frontal attack, tearing their formation apart."

There are close to [-] horses in Pine Candle Castle, of course only a dozen are special military horses, and the rest are expropriated or used as pack horses for transportation.This is not the cavalry base of the empire, and the recruits are also trained as infantry, but the situation is critical and special, and after recruiting all the horses they can find, the centurions temporarily formed a cavalry The team is composed of imperial soldiers who can ride horses, hunters and even ordinary small traders, and their combat effectiveness can only be said to be "worrying".

"But they have giants, several of them."

A centurion with a fearful face reminded in a low voice.

"There is no way."

Tulus frowned.

Those tall one-eyed trolls had already scared the soldiers of the empire enough when they appeared on the first day. You must know that the great supreme commanders basically wiped out the demons and ghosts in the empire several years ago. The personal safety of the citizens of the empire, but the negative effect it brings is that the contemporary imperial people are full of fear of these abnormal creatures that appear on the border of the Black Forest, their ancestors have been slaughtered, and they almost only appear in nursery rhymes.

The unknown itself is the source of fear, not to mention that this super giant itself does not seem to be a kind person, which is even more frightening.

Even Tulus has to admit the deterrent power of this giant creature... That kind of giant monster that looks like the height of three or two people is like a moving hill, not to mention whether the mob on horseback has the courage to face it For that kind of thing, he was very worried that the draft horses would not be able to be handled normally in front of them.

Someone muttered again: "Damn, I'm starting to want to slip away..."

"It's useless to leave."

Tulusi's face tightened.

These people didn't know that there was an escape route in Pinecandle Castle. In fact, only he, a few veterans, and some officials should know about this passage.

He should be grateful to those officials and clerks who were as quick as oiled on their feet because they disliked the inconvenience of this passage and did not expose it. Otherwise, the objective existence of a private escape passage would undoubtedly greatly affect morale.In order to prevent anyone from thinking about the disappearance of those nuns and holy guards, he decided to stop this idea: "The Franks brought giant wolves, which are terrifying monsters raised by the Frostfang clan. Just tracked your whereabouts, do you want to be bitten to death by a mad dog in the wild rather than hiding behind a safe high wall to defend against the enemy?"

The recruits and officers suddenly fell silent.

"Let the cavalry sweep the formation." Someone suggested: "I'm afraid it is difficult to implement the strategy of directly attacking the enemy chieftains. They are all on the high ground, and no matter what we do, we can see everything at a glance."

"...that's fine too."

Tulus squeezed his fingers - he really hoped that there would be a reorganized army in Pinecandle Castle. If there was a normal cavalry centurion here, he could let them go directly to attack the orc command without hesitation.

Frank's warlord must have been seriously injured yesterday, and he hasn't shown up until now. According to the customs that this tribe has always followed, a shaman with a more noble status should be the commander-in-chief in the rear. If they launch an effective surprise attack during the partition, they have a high probability of killing the injured warlord, and with any luck, he can even threaten the shaman himself.