Serious Witch's Travel Book

There are several designated ways to blow the horns of the imperial army, which are used to express different meanings, but she has never heard such a long tune. hills.

She ran too far just now to find the combination point of the magic element wind, and the trees in the middle were stacked, and she couldn't see the location of the orc camp.But Nistalisa knew what she wanted, and the dragon looked up and looked around, telling her, "The grayskins are about to retreat."

"Retreat?" Marianne instinctively asked.

"Yeah, they brought some stupid big guys out to attack your people. As an extra care, I killed two of them by the way... This thing is quite powerful, but only three or five heads are not enough to see, of course, Maybe it scared them off."

Marian was taken aback for a moment before she realized that Nistalisa had just arrived with a one-eyed ogre in her mouth.

This kind of terrifying monster can always be compared to a dragon...but only slightly, unlike Marianne, who can be sucked and played casually, the one-eyed ogre is almost bigger than a dragon's head, these The troll is also known for its amazing strength, and it may take some twists and turns to bite this thing to death.

More importantly, if it weren't for someone like Marian who had communicated with Nista Lisa, other people would probably treat this flying giant as having no IQ or being evil. A disaster full of power—then since this land has been used as a hunting ground by dragons for some reason, it is inevitable to give up.

The Franks are retreating?

Marianne hated them so much now, she immediately shouted to Nista Lisa: "Help me kill Clovis!"

Why didn't she use the help she got in exchange for her own body?

Unexpectedly, Nistalisa dismissed her idea casually: "I refuse."

"why?!"

It's not that there are any intense emotions, Marianne is just simply disappointed. She originally thought that the dragon would favor her a little bit after they had an impure physical relationship.

"We have our rules, woman."

The giant dragon looked down at her, and Marian subconsciously took a few steps back.

"If we destroy the city every day, burn the king to death, and turn the prosperous civilization into ruins, the whole world will soon become a boring place. The best way to prevent this from happening is for any member to never Do something like that...Of course, sometimes, we will snatch a few princesses or something..."

As she spoke, she suddenly stuck out her tongue and licked Marianne's body like a dessert, from her feet to her face.

This horrific, but reminiscent of something nasty made Marianne's cheeks burn, although she really wanted to point out that excessive saliva is really disgusting...

She wiped her face, and moved away from the dragon's head in embarrassment.

Nista Lisa retracted her neck, looked at the red mist under her body, and asked Marian jokingly: "Are you always so straightforward? I thought the anti-magic training you received was enough to see through these little tricks."

"Trick?"

"This joint is not formed naturally, but an imitation. It is almost impossible to have a joint of the wind of magic element on this flat ground. It is a man-made design, and it has been here for some time. gone."

Marianne felt it immediately.

She followed the place where the red mist gathered to find the densest small area, because the red mist was already within a range of dozens of steps nearby.The nun quickly found a piece of soil that had been overturned hidden among a circle of trees. Although there were not many traces on it, but in the surrounding weed environment, if you deliberately noticed it, this small A piece of bare ground is somewhat abrupt.

This made her very angry - and you'll see why later.

Marianne was not willing to use the sword that ruined herself. She picked up an orc ax and dug out a large piece of soil with a few strokes. As the soil was turned over, she saw some shells, snails and pebbles. Stuff obviously shouldn't be here.

The sullenness in her heart made her use all her strength to dig down a section of soil half an arm deep. As more and more messy things were dug out, she saw that the red mist in the air was also churning— — These red magic essences have become unstable.

Until finally, she dug out a stone sculpture.

"what is this?"

What she found was still a little odd.

Marianne was ready to accept that this was an evil altar that had been buried by the Franks long ago, and what she dug up were all common things in shaman witchcraft: exquisite stones, sealed in small containers Spices, and bones or shells—though she had thought that what she had unearthed in the middle would be an oak statue, or Thor, or Odin—or whatever.

But when she actually dug something, she found that the idol placed on several thick layers of pebbles was a strange-looking, lifelike stone octopus head with six tentacles.

She felt disgusted for no reason when she saw this thing, but she didn't have time to delve into it. Since this thing is closely related to the wind of magic essence above her head, then——

Marian swung the hand axe, using the back of it as a hammer, and slammed it hard on the strange idol.

The stone cracked at the sound, and then, a scorching but chilling strange wind burst out from where she was standing. It did not hurt Marian who was close at hand, but with this nameless strange wind However, the "river" above their heads began to distort.

"what is that?"

Marianne looked up to the sky. She didn't know if others could see this scene, but from her perspective, it was undoubtedly very terrifying.

The torrent of magic element originally flowed quietly through the sky about a quarter of a mile high (one mile is about one and a half kilometers). Because of the existence of this simple altar, some of them were drawn downward, like A thin and narrow waterfall flows down from the sky.

But as the invisible fluctuations rushed to the sky, the "river" above their heads began to become unstable.

The red magic essence lost its stable and slow flow, and they began to become irritable, rampaging around, but in a short time, the original width of this "river" was more than doubled.

A terrible thing is brewing... Those frantic magic elements can no longer maintain the original beautiful red dust-like light spots after violent and irregular movements, and they themselves begin to combine with each other to form a group Churning, spheres like flames created out of thin air—and these spheres are now crowded with the channels that have been expanded, and they seem to continue to increase and expand, while the restraint of the invisible channel on them is weakening , like a water bag swollen to its limit, ready to break anytime.

Compared to Marianne's panic, Nista Lisa is as comfortable as walking in a garden: "The stable environment is destroyed, and the wind of magic element will correct itself, and they will destroy and reconstruct the unsuitable parts. , and then reach a new stable state, this is the power of nature, how wonderful."

"...I have to get out of here, you never said it would be like this..."

Marianne was at a loss for what to do. She thought it was nothing more than a fire on the ground, like the magic fire spit out by the red dragon... But she didn't expect it to be of this scale, and the ever-expanding flame far surpassed What she expected, and more importantly, their spread range was not just one or two miles away. If they were allowed to fall like this, the flames would almost reach the edge of the forest.

"No, I have to inform the others, and my sisters..."

She didn't know where Numeria's group was now. The secret road had crossed the river and led to the opposite mountain. There was a river blocking it. In theory, the flames would not affect them.But she is also worried about the imperial army who are tasked with stopping the enemy, she has to find a way to keep them away from the forest area...

She looked at Nista Lisa.

"I don't carry people."

Dragon shook his head.

From here, the woods are several miles away, and she might meet those orcs who don't have long eyes and hide from dragons on the way...

"But you can travel in my mouth."

The red dragon lowered her head and opened her mouth, her tongue moved a few times triumphantly.

"It's very safe, as long as you hold my tongue tightly, I won't swallow you."

"..."

……

Disturbed by the sound of the dragon, the nuns ran out of the stone cave where they rested.

The dragon appeared again, which seemed to be only found in myths and legends, and had not been witnessed for hundreds of years, but it appeared in front of them twice in the past few days.

The holy guards were discussing in low voices, saying that it flew out of the forest in the east of Songzhu Town.

It seems that it has something special to do with the orcs. The dragon had a clear goal when it came, and it swept past the human army. When it arrived among the orcs, it pounced straight down. The lush and tall pines and forests made it difficult for the nuns in the distance to see what happened there. Dozens of tall trees collapsed under the rampage of the giant dragon, and they died. Afterwards, a terrifying one-eyed monster appeared in the air like a rag doll thrown by a child, and then flew thousands of meters away howling under the whipping of the dragon's tail.

"Holy One!"

This terrible monster frightened the young nuns, and the only thing they could do was frantically clasped their hands together and muttered some words of blessing, hoping that the people down the mountain would be well.

Fortunately, the dragon didn't turn to attack humans. After scrambling around the edge of the forest for a while, it suddenly picked up a giant monster and flew up, landing somewhere several miles away.

"Is it going to... eat?"

Although it is difficult to take it lightly because of its large size, what it is doing does not seem to be much different from the falcon catching prey.

"I hope sister Marianne is safe..."

The nuns couldn't stop praying, but Flynn had no sense of crisis about it. Her water demon hidden in the bottle said that this little girl was daunting, but in Gnicia's eyes, she was just an ordinary girl. Just an ordinary little girl.

Facing the giant dragon raging in the distance, instead of being nervous, she stretched out her hand and curiously drew the shape of the dragon through the void.

She is very sensitive, Gnicia looked at her for a few moments, then she suddenly turned to look at Gnicia who was hiding behind the crowd.

Gnicia smiled at her, but the girl timidly hid beside a nun nearby.

"Look there!"

The sudden intervention of the dragon seriously reduced the desire of the two sides to fight on the battlefield. The orc team began to retreat amidst the sound of the horn, but the frontline command of the imperials seemed not to give up this opportunity for revenge. The three phalanxes that were still intact on the battlefield Quickly chased into the woods.

But that wasn't what the speaker wanted them to see.

A retinue nun who was not familiar with Gnicia pointed to the sky, and everyone looked in the direction she said, only to find...

Chapter 71 054. Advance and retreat

There was a spot of light in the sky on the other side of the river for no reason.

It is not the scene created by the sun piercing through the dark clouds, but a faintly whitish area that appeared out of thin air under the endless gray haze. It was difficult for everyone present to describe this weird spectacle—if you insist, It seems that many bubbles that swelled to almost transparent suddenly appeared in the midair. I don't know what kind of things are filled inside them. Or were they just hallucinations created by the hazy mist among the gray mountains, they didn't look all that reassuring anyway.

The bubble-shaped glowing objects squeezed each other in mid-air, and kept spreading to the surroundings, creating more empty bubbles.They are all gathered in a long and narrow range, which seems to be restricted by an invisible pipe, and they can only move forward and backward, but cannot spread in all directions.

The white light was extremely conspicuous in the dark sky, and by coincidence, it happened to appear above the head of the red dragon that seemed to be eating in the shade of the trees, which made the nuns have to wonder whether it had something to do with the dragon. Associated.

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A holy guard anxiously expressed his doubts to the leader of the nuns.

Those disturbingly distorted anomalies present a pure white and slightly dazzling light on the surface. In the eyes of the believers who serve the church, this is undoubtedly very close to the catholic epiphany.However, such great miracles are just hearsay. Apart from the fact that the "blessings" bestowed by the gods and angels on the nuns do exist, ordinary people would never expect to see such a great event as a "manifestation" in their lifetime.

The so-called "manifestation" is not simply a matter of an angel descending through a mortal container. It is at least an angel, not the Holy Spirit descending into the mortal world in person, or even though the body has not yet arrived, but Using an extremely powerful blessing, spanning the gap between the heavens and the mortal world to the realm of mortals.

Most of the epiphanies that you have seen here have been "divine communion"—that is, the situation when angels bestow offspring to those exceptionally superior nuns.However, every "sacred communication" has to be carried out in the monastery, and the assistance of many nuns is needed, and the place is limited to the extremely limited Tongtian Tower. thing.

But this time it seems to be different. Following the reminder of Shengwei, although everyone present had some doubts, they began to have expectations for this vision.

Could it be that some angel decided to descend in person to slay the evil orcs who invaded the empire's territory, or to... slay this murderous dragon?

Although everyone is thinking of the best, this weird situation is still too shocking. They are not fanatics with extremely firm beliefs, and everyone is always conservative about things that are still uncertain.

So the nuns began to pray silently again. At this distance, they could only do so much; Gnicia, who couldn't cooperate with them, was observing the battlefield at the moment. On the contrary, the people failed to notice the vision that was close at hand. As the orc line began to retreat, the imperials chased into the forest in one go, perhaps wanting to take the opportunity to establish more military exploits.

At this moment, the dragon suddenly let out a violent roar.

This roar is completely different from the previous roars. Although it sounds like there is no difference, its sound is as intimidating as if it reaches the heart, even though it has been separated by a very long distance, Gnic Ya was still affected by this extremely penetrating sound wave, and she felt her mind went blank. Although she could still maintain the connection with her body, she lost the ability to control her body in this not too long period of time— ——Her limbs were numb, her ears and eyes were almost completely unable to interpret external information normally, leaving only a terrifying and incomprehensible chaos. This situation lasted for more than ten seconds. After gradually regaining consciousness, the dragon suddenly disappeared disappeared without a trace.

Others also noticed this. After finding out that the dragon was gone, the first thing they thought of was to look up to the sky, trying to find the figure of the dragon in the haze and scattered raindrops, but no matter which direction they looked, There is no trace of the red dragon at all, as if it disappeared into the air out of thin air.

However, this is far from the end, but the beginning.

Immediately after the dragon disappeared, the many glowing voids in the sky suddenly trembled violently.

They quickly turned into a dazzling crimson like a hot piece of iron that was beginning to melt, and then, as the first huge bubble exploded in the air, a series of crackling and dull sounds were like rolling waves in the clouds. The muffled thunder sounded above people's heads, and the stalemate shouting on the ground was suddenly quiet, while the nuns in the distance let out a few screams of fear. The nuns who witnessed this process more clearly than anyone else It was difficult to accept the sudden change in front of him - it was not a holy miracle at all, but a ruthless and terrible punishment from heaven.

One group after another, the flames broke through the shackles and poured down from the air. A series of fireballs formed a curtain of flames in the air that lasted for several miles, as if a slow waterfall of flames fell from the forest. After they touched the trees, Then he began to burn the dark green pine needles into black charcoal, and ignited part of the bright flame - this is a flame made of magic element, it is not connected to the fire of the mortal world, although it will not cause a violent fire in an instant , but more persistently destructive.

—and on the ground where the empire and the barbarians fought.

Clovis noticed the restlessness of the elements at the first time. Before others realized the problem, the shaman had already noticed the abnormality in midair.

"Retreat! Get out of here, take all the wounded, you—"

He grabbed an orc soldier casually, and ordered: "Go tell everyone, don't make any stops, it doesn't matter if you show your back to the enemy, run as fast as you can!"

The orc pawns didn't know why the chieftain suddenly changed his attitude. They had planned to retreat slowly to see if there was a chance to fight back after the dragon left-but he carried out the task anyway, running quickly to the front and sending the new order told the herald.

The fast-footed messenger quickly transferred the order to the front line. The first reaction of most orcs was disbelief, but when the vanguard officers who were still directing the troops to retreat steadily asked the messenger again, and looked behind After the chieftain obtained his gesture of affirmation, a desperate escape began.

Although the orcs from the cold lands admired bravery, very few of them were willing to face meaningless death, not to mention that the northern gods encouraged warriors to die of exhaustion in glorious battles, so that their souls After death, he can be led to the kingdom where the gods live-but he despises those cowards who became prisoners and were tortured to death, and failed to go to the afterlife world with their own weapons.

Everyone knows that if the chief doesn't change his order, this place will soon turn into a chasing battle. The unlucky ghosts who stay at the end of the team are killed only secondly, and the most tragic ending is to become a prisoner of the imperials .

As captives, northerners who cannot die as soldiers cannot be favored by the gods. Most of the way the imperials deal with prisoners who do not need to be executed immediately is to send them to hard labor camps for forced labor to contribute to the construction of the empire. For northerners of the warrior class, it is a completely unacceptable humiliation; in addition, it is said that some even more miserable orcs will be sent to some dignitaries with "special needs" to spend the rest of their lives as special toys... just listen It would make an honest orc feel intolerable.

It is okay to die in battle, but not to be captured——

When many people have the same thoughts, it is inevitable that a quick evacuation will turn into a rout.

The imperials took advantage of the situation to launch an attack, and now the militiamen became excited. After all, the more orcs were killed, the more spoils they could get when cleaning the battlefield.They broke free and set off in pursuit of the orcs, ignoring that they had left the more heavily armed regulars behind.

Mustava, who had been lying on the simple bunk, stood up.

He was injured the day before yesterday, and the strange power erupted by that weird nun at the last moment contained a very powerful witchcraft. His body was damaged by the magic fire in many places, even after receiving the ointment treatment and the shaman's treatment. Even with treatment, he can still feel the power is leaving him.

For a fighter, this feeling is extremely bad.

He took a deep breath, grabbed the weapon beside him and walked out of the tent.