Serious Witch's Travel Book

It's a pity that he also realized that he couldn't overestimate the cavalry team of less than 200 people, let alone risking their lives to attack, they might even experience accidental reductions during the marching stage.Orc guards, hungry wolves, and ogres... This is really beyond the scope of a rookie cavalry.

In desperation, he could only give up his fantasy: "Give them some throwing spears, two for each. Let them bring a bag of stones, and let them attack from the side when we start to fight the orcs." , don't love to fight, even if everyone is completely dispersed, as long as they can throw all the things they can throw at the orcs, they will be considered victorious, and after that..."

Tulus smiled bitterly: "Let them attract the attention of the orcs as much as possible. Tell them that they are not required to be able to kill, as long as they slow down the enemy's rhythm. Also, I hope that most of them can return to the team. If Someone really wants to escape on an imperial horse...as long as it can attract three or four orcs, then I don't mind him escaping, otherwise, I will definitely let him know that the empire has a complete set of criminal laws."

There were a few boring laughter in the room.

"Then, Your Excellency Marianne..."

He looked at the head nun, and found that the other party was still looking out of the window with blurred eyes, so he gave up the idea of ​​communicating with her.

But who knew that the head nun suddenly responded to him: "I feel it."

"What did you say?" the centurion looked puzzled.

"Her power...she..."

The head nun behaved even more strangely. Her whole body began to tremble slightly, her lips parted slightly, and two rows of white teeth could be seen clenched tightly together...

Her heavy breathing even made people wonder if she was ill.

The centurion wanted to ask clearly, but the nun ignored him again. About ten seconds later, accompanied by a long sigh, she gradually recovered from the strange stiffness.

She seemed about to speak, and Toulus waited patiently, until she suddenly said something inexplicable: "Defense is not a long-term strategy."

"You mean?"

"We need to attack ... and I'll go first."

"But our enemies, regardless of their numbers or..."

"Trust me, we can do it."

The brilliance in her eyes was even weirder than before, and now Tulus even felt that the head nun burned her brain out of drinking fake wine yesterday?

"Excuse me, I need an explanation, I can't joke about young people's lives..."

Tulusi instinctively chose to reject her.

"Use fire."

Marianne's voice was light but unexpectedly firm.

"Stupid barbarians are hiding in the forest, and we can burn them all with a single fire."

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Tips.1: Miraculous drugs - a general term for a class of drugs, that is, hallucinogenic drugs.

In an age when the gods were difficult to reach, monks and shamans alike frequently used hallucinogenic drugs and plants to seek so-called oracles.

Is the spiritual world seen in madness the illusory reality, or the real illusory?

Chapter 65 048. The Dragon Digging the Wall

fire?That is impossible.

The rain in the sky has not stopped since last night. Although the pine forest around Pine Candle Castle is a tree species with more oil, it is easy to burn when it is dry, but how can the tree be ignited in such a cold and damp weather? Woolen cloth?

Thulous had hardly any expectations.

He even felt a sense of being teased, because even if he had no common sense, he should know how difficult it would be to set fire in this kind of weather, right?

He felt that the head nun might be a little dizzy, so he reminded her, but Marianne didn't correct her statement because of his reminder. She watched the cloudy sky outside the window of the stone fortress alone. He answered him in a muttering tone: "Wait...wait for the wind to change..."

"wind?"

Tullus really couldn't figure out what this had to do with the wind.

"Start gathering people, I'll give you an hour. When the rain stops, I'm going to block all those gray-skinned monsters in the woods..."

The answer she wanted didn't come, so Marian put her arms around her arms and paced past several officers.

No one was surprised, and soon after her figure disappeared at the door, someone asked suspiciously: "What's wrong with her?"

Tullos glanced at it, but didn't say anything.

He knew what the young man was wondering about.

The head nun's waist twisted... badly.This is completely different from her usual demeanor, her inadvertent steps are not as vigorous as before, but soft and graceful, although she may not realize it, or she is also restraining, causing her The walking posture became a little inexplicably awkward-but no matter how you say it, this kind of small movement full of temptation makes people think of that kind of not very innocent woman.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's arrange people to prepare for the battle. By the way, let people lead the horse to the door, and don't make too much noise..."

Now that the head nun has spoken, he has to implement it, but he feels that he has to talk to Marianne again. Although this tactic is not wrong in theory, as far as the current situation is concerned, it is impossible to implement it. ——

He wanted to follow the route of the head nun immediately, but a flash of inspiration flashed in his heart, instead he stopped and walked towards the window where the head nun was staying just now.

Nothing seemed wrong either.

The sky was a mess, and while visibility was fine, the intermittent raindrops that never stopped were still annoying.The dark clouds on the mountains in the far south are particularly thick, and there will be a flash of thunder from time to time, as if the gods overlooking this battle in the sky are angry because of the lack of results... I heard that these barbarians especially admire fighting In itself, maybe their god is paying attention here?

Tullos looked down at the ground again.

There is still no one on the street. The orcs outside the city have been stationed for two days. The external crisis and the internal blockade, the townspeople will naturally not be bored. He walked along the street and found nothing. The only exception is , a woman wrapped herself in a black cloak stood at the door of the church. The position of her standing made Tulus think she was a nun, but suddenly he remembered, weren't those nuns all arranged to leave in advance?

He squinted his eyes and looked there for a while, but it was too far away from the chapel, no matter how he looked, he could only see a vague outline.

Finally, she saw Sister Marian returned to the church, the two walked in one after the other, and the door of the church was closed again.

Tulusi shook his head without knowing it, and went to do what he should do.

In any case, war preparations are always necessary... Even if they don't leave the city, the Franks outside the city shouldn't be in a hurry, right?

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Marianne, who had returned to the church, took off her rain cloak and stood at the door in a daze.

Under her feet is the aisle leading directly to the podium. This small church is not large in scale and has no fancy decorations. She can directly see the bright red national church flag hanging on the front wall, and the small high platform at the end of the aisle. wooden cross.

This was supposed to be something that made her feel very cordial, but seeing it now, it made her feel a little ashamed.

Did she make the right choice?

Is the safety of more than 2000 imperial soldiers and more civilians more important, or is your loyalty more important?

She stood still, not daring to move for a long time, but the "witch" walking in front of her didn't have any worries. She—Nista Lisa, a terrifying fire dragon, walked in the church with steady steps. Among them, facing the holy emblem of the state religion of glory and justice, and sat in the front row.

She even picked up the Anglican classic that she hadn't finished reading and turned it over again.

If it was before, someone told her that there would be an evil dragon—dragons can be regarded as the traditional enemy of the empire and the Catholic Church—sitting in the church so unscrupulously, and still looking at it with relish in front of the holy cross. The scriptures of the monks, Marianne must have thought it a most absurd and abhorrent slander.

The nun, who was in her prime, firmly believed that no church in any place would allow such absurd scenes to happen.If there were any similar things, such as some excluded orcs, undead, and monsters entering the church, she would definitely regard it as a great shame, and would do her best to wash away this intolerable offense.

The church is a holy place to protect the people of the empire, not a playground for demons and ghosts.

But now this kind of thing really happened, not only happened, but also happened right in front of her—even with her connivance.

Is it because of her connivance?No, on the contrary, Marianne thought she had done everything in her power to prevent this folly from happening.

Sadly, she simply wasn't capable of even an iota of usefulness.

When the other party is a giant dragon, she is like a little chicken in front of the other party, and can even be swallowed into her mouth and teased wantonly.

When the opponent turned into an ordinary person, she still had no chance of winning. The strength and skills she was proud of were like a child's gestures in front of this humanoid female dragon. The gap between them was too great. Big...so big that there is no hope at all.

Marianne, whose confidence was broken, kept questioning the story about St. George's dragon slaying in her heart all morning. The great miracle that was extolled by the state religion as a mortal miracle would be known anywhere in the empire, because wherever there is a church, Basically, the classics about various saints are always indispensable.

She had grown up listening to that kind of heroic deeds, and she considered herself to be not much different from a legendary saint—didn't she?They are both human beings, the saint has angel blessings, and she, Marianne, too. How much difference can there be between them?

But now, the merciless blow has plunged her into terrible mental torture.

She's caught in a kind of... disagreement.

She lost and was tortured mercilessly, so what was the reason?

Either St. George is too strong, she can't compare with the legendary saint at all.

Either the dragon was too strong, she far surpassed the dragon that St. George slew, so Marianne's failure was a matter of course.

- I have to point out that Marianne is a very pretentious lady by design.

She can accept failure, but only "reasonable" failures.Some skilled swordsmen in Gaul can overwhelm her, but that doesn't matter. Those who can beat her are basically famous sword masters, or nuns with more qualifications than her. Marianne Undoubtedly, she is the only one among her peers. She has always believed that as long as she continues to improve, it is only a matter of time before she surpasses those seniors, so she doesn't need to worry too much.

Therefore, she refused to accept that there was a huge gap between herself and the saint.

Then there is only one answer...

Nista Lisa is too powerful, perhaps as she said, even Atresa, who sheltered Marianne, may not be her opponent... After admitting this, Marianne's There was a subtle change in mentality soon——

It's okay to bow your head to this kind of thing, right?

After being defiled and used as a breeding vessel, Marianne succeeded in initially convincing herself.

Even Atresa shouldn't blame her for this, she was just forced... Nista Lisa is nothing to her at all... "enemy" and "monster", she is simply It was a natural disaster. What she did to herself was like witnessing a tornado destroy her family's racecourse when she was a child. People would never bother with natural disasters and pursue...

No?

The dragon needs a better-behaved toy, and Marian needs a plausible excuse.

The two hit it off in this regard.

The only thing that could give Marian a little bit of real comfort was that the other party had intercourse with her in a human form.

Finally, she will not be given by strange things...

At least the human appearance of this female dragon is quite mature and beautiful.

Looking at the back of Nista Lisa sitting on the bench, Marian really didn't know how to get along with her.

Should she bluntly express her hatred and try to defeat the dragon again?

It's not that Marianne didn't think so, but her rationality told her that trying again would only be a farce.

Defeating this thing is not something she can accomplish alone, she must rely on the help of many people.Thousands of lives could be lost and more importantly, is it really worth it?

The monastery pays attention to benevolence. Unlike the ruthless witch hunters, nuns must understand the necessary kindness.

Although this indifferent giant monster had already caused enough damage when she appeared on the scene the day before yesterday, except for the stampede she landed at the beginning, all those killed by her breath were the orcs who were sacrificed because of Marianne's bargaining .

In other words, at least so far, this female dragon named Nista Lisa has not committed any deliberate slaughter. Is it in line with benevolence to sacrifice the lives of thousands of people for the destructive power she may possess? What about the way?

Thinking about it from another angle, if she can be restrained so that she won't harm others, will it be considered as defeating her in disguise?

Then how to restrain her, or in other words, what does this female dragon want?

Marian recalls the first words Nista Lisa said to her.

The dragon is looking for her wife.

This made the head nun's expression suddenly strange.

Apparently, Nista Lisa didn't find the woman she was looking for.

But she said that Marian has a very similar smell, so... She regarded Marian as a reproductive tool, a temporary one.

Judging from Nista Lisa's performance now, she didn't suddenly become particularly intimate with Marian... She behaved like those bastards in Paris. A thing for a villain who ends up in disarray.

This female dragon is simply... You must know that she and Numeria have never been estranged since they had a skin-to-skin relationship. The first time they spent the night together, they stayed together for two full days, even skipping holy lessons... …

As for Nistalisa, she only comforted Marianne a little after laying eggs and let her go free. Marianne didn't have any aftermath work that Marianne expected in her heart. It seemed that the female dragon didn't even care about her. run away.

With the subtle resentment that extended from this, Marian walked up behind Nistalisa.

She saw Nista Lisa carefully turning the pages of the book, seemingly unable to finish reading it for a while, so she reminded her: "I need your strength...the strength of your promise."

That's right, Nistalisa promised her... as long as she is willing to safely lay the dragon's eggs, she will help Candlepine Castle.

"I will do as I said. Although it is a little troublesome, I will do what I say."

The female dragon...or the woman closed the book and threw it in the corner of the bench.Then she patted the bench twice casually, and said with a relaxed smile, "Come and sit down, Incubator."

"Please don't call me that."

Marianne struggles with this kind of verbal teasing, which makes her think she's become something else...it's not OK.

"It's okay, what should I call you then?"

Nista Lisa held Marianne's hand on the back of the chair, and guided her to sit beside her with a half push.She took the initiative to hug Marianne's waist, as intimate as a man and a woman couple in love...

Of course, in terms of actions, the more solemnly dressed head nun plays the role of a woman, while the female dragon, who looks quiet and even slightly weak, is the substantive conqueror.

"Please stay away from me."

The hand stroking her belly treated her like a pregnant woman, and Marianne had to sneer.