Serious Witch's Travel Book

"Why such an order?" It was the first time he questioned the chief's eldest son so fiercely.

Soldiers at the bottom often lack their own judgment, or do not have the power to make judgments.The orders of military officers and higher-level officials will become the standard for directing their collective actions. He doesn't know what kind of mentality Clovis has in order to issue such orders. In his opinion, this is tantamount to deliberately sending many instincts Soldiers who had a chance to evacuate safely died.

"The elements are restless." Clovis grabbed the hand that wanted to pull his robe, and he looked at the chief of the Iron Ridge clan whose upper body had turned into a black iron-like color due to the burning of the magic fire. , barely suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and gave him a simple explanation: "The wind told me so, if we don't do this, we will soon face even more terrible losses."

"..."

Mustava glared at him, his nose wrinkled. It was hard for him to listen to such a fictitious explanation. The Warlord bared his protruding fangs. One of his big teeth was beaten by the firemakers in the battle long ago. One was broken, and the other was decorated with hoops, and they looked so hideous that few could look him in the eye in such a rage, but Clovis didn't flinch.

The shaman was flustered by the elements that hovered around him and sent him danger signals, but he also knew that if he wanted to win the trust of others, he must first convince himself.

Between sacrificing some people, retreating as many troops as possible from this dangerous omen, and sticking to the original strategy, betting that the terrible omen is just my misinterpretation of the echo of all spirits (Note 1) , Clovis chose the former.

He didn't know if Mustava really believed him, but in this silent contest of will, the warlord who was as big as him and a half chose to obey the order.

"Remember, this comes from the trust in your father." The warlord didn't seem to be in the mood to put on the protective gear anymore. He swung the big ax in his hand, held the handle of the ax with both hands one after the other, and put it under his nose. A long puff of foul air was emitted. "A wise man should avoid danger first, and I'll break it down for you."

Needless to say, Clovis had already started moving to the rear surrounded by his personal guards.

Standing on a high place, Mustava looked at the imperial shield that was getting closer and closer below, spat viciously, and then took big steps towards the rear.

He has not walked in the opposite direction of the battlefield for many years.

"Young chief... what a disgraceful failure."

……

Clovis was still right.

They were directly below the Wind Vein of Mosu, so they could hardly see the abnormality above their heads, but when the first ball of fire hit the ground and turned into a ball of bright sparks, all the orcs noticed the top of their heads.

Although he is the commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force, in fact Clovis is just a young orc in his 20s. Although he is used to using the spells of all spirits to achieve things that cannot be achieved by force, he never thought about it. I will face such a disaster one day.

The use of shamanism also has strict environmental requirements. In order to improve the effect of his shamanism, he borrowed the ancient method that is said to have been handed down from Jotunheim in Norway to build totems, so as to provide energy for himself, so that He can unscrupulously harness the power of flames.

His harbinger of the crisis also comes from his trust in himself. Clovis believes in the effectiveness of the totem he made. Similarly, he also knows that under the appearance of such a powerful force, risks always go hand in hand with it.

The woman...or, the dragon?

The riot of the elements is undoubtedly related to the violent destruction of the enchantment he arranged, and the altar and the totem were buried here a month ago, there was no problem at all, and now there is a sudden error, no matter what, it is inseparable from these accidental factors .

But Candlepine Castle has no court mages at all. How did a nun understand the mysteries of magic?

After all, he was young and vigorous, and almost wanted to curse - but a figure rushing out of the forest dispelled his thoughts.

"You treacherous bastard, eat me with a sword!"

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Tips.1: Echo of all spirits - refers to the fluctuations of elements and natural spirits, and at some point, they will also become a kind of terrible "broken thoughts".

Chapter 72 055. Unexpected Evil Thoughts

It was Marianne who rushed out from among the trees.

She was riding a horse. This time, for the convenience of moving on the horse, she simply cut off half of her long skirt so that she could better clamp the horse's back.

The orcs didn't fall into a commotion because of the appearance of a human, but when the orcs at the front saw the appearance of the horse, they instinctively panicked.

It was a black horse, tall, with powerful limbs and a fiery red mane.As soon as it appeared, it shocked everyone who saw it, because there are very few such ferocious beasts that can become the mounts of mortals.

"... catch alive!"

In the confusion, someone in the Frankish army shouted: "—I mean horses!"

This is indeed the first thought of many people: the physique of the orcs makes it difficult for them to ride ordinary horses, and the fine-bred horses have always been monopolized by the empire, so generally speaking, they will domesticate a kind of northern land yak with a gentle temperament to serve as a horse. It is a means of transportation, but this kind of yak is not suitable for riding and charging, and the steering is difficult to control, so it is difficult to become a suitable military livestock.

Therefore, when this black steed that came from nowhere appeared in front of their eyes, many orcs immediately took a fancy to it.

It's just that it's not something easy to grab, and the woman riding on its back is not easy to get along with.

The first few orcs who went up to meet them tried to grab the reins of the horse with their hands, but Marianne didn't even move, the black horse raised its front hooves by itself, and the guys who dared to come up were knocked to the ground after a few dashes. , Then, it carried the nun on horseback and rushed straight into the orcs, and no one could stop it.

Seeing such a fierce god rushing towards him, Clovis couldn't help but feel a little timid. He retreated back to his guards calmly, and shouted to the nun on horseback from a distance: " Give up, Your Excellency Marianne, we can talk!"

"Put your *p-!"

The nuns are all ladies who have undergone strict etiquette training. Normally speaking, they would never swear - unless they couldn't help it.

Killing is not something to show off in the Holy Followers Guild. Generally speaking, those members who are clearly given the power to kill should also realize that they have to bear the sins of killing. Although the Holy will forgive them, they You must not breed obsession because of this, let alone take pleasure in it.

The so-called "killing is to protect life, killing karma is not killing people" - the nuns must fight with this idea.

However, Marian just wants to kill the Frankish young master and the future chieftain with one knife, regardless of whether his father, chieftain Hilderic, is an ally of the empire, or whether the chief executive of the region, the chief Governor Lu and the Senate's views on peace issues, let alone the annoying Governor's special envoy - she also doesn't want to think about the consequences of the death of the other party, and she doesn't want to think about her involvement in the secular world as a member of the monastery. What kind of worries will she have about government affairs, she just wants to have a good time, cut off the head of this man who dared to plot plots under her nose, repeatedly tore up the peace agreement, and dared to attack the barracks she guarded, and hung it on the city gate to show the public .

She slashed the sword at Clovis with anger, but the guards protected the slightly thin orc behind them. These orc defenders for the purpose of protecting important officials used a heavy-duty round with a very thick iron shell. With arm shields, even Marianne couldn't easily break through the defenses of these people.

But she shot with hatred, and a large sweep forcefully drove the four orcs back a few steps. Immediately afterwards, the horse under her seemed to be spiritual, and caught up with the orcs' retreat with a few short steps. The head nun took the opportunity She swung her sword again, this time with extra power attached to her sword again, but it wasn't a holy radiance, but a sharper and more aggressive flame.

"Step aside!"

She yelled at the orcs, and the scorching flames slammed into the shield and opened a gap in one side.

The orc holding the shield didn't dare to resist any more. He subconsciously avoided some space, but the gap of these few steps was enough. The black horse roared, and it knocked away the two nearest people, then leaped high and threw the retreating people away. He fell to the ground, and the trampled orc could barely block the horse's hooves with his shield so that it did not come into direct contact with him, but immediately spit out a mouthful of blood, because the black horse stepped directly on his body and rushed over.

It was too late to stop her, and Clovis was more than ten steps away in front of her, but the shaman did not intend to sit still. The strings of rune stone rope rings hanging on his wrist glowed faintly, and the blue light flashed. In the blink of an eye, a group of violently trembling electric balls appeared.

"Just because I'm willing to talk to you again doesn't mean I'm afraid of you!"

He looked at the nun who was rushing straight towards him with a fierce look in his eyes.

Marian wanted to resist this blow—the armor of the church was infiltrated with anti-magic materials when it was forged, and she expected to gain an attack opportunity by swallowing this shaman spell...just a sword Well, Clovis is just a priest, he can't compete with himself head-on.

But she felt the horse under her jump up, and at the same time, a voice came directly into her mind: 【Go down, you can't hold it! 】

Marianne fell to the ground with the jump of the black horse. She turned over and stabilized her body, but saw a thunderbolt rushing out of Clovis's hand and slashed straight at her mount.

The dazzling light made her blink her eyes, and when she opened her eyes again, the black horse had already passed Clovis's position, and a little smoke came out of it, and Clovis fell to the side, he hid I opened Nistalisa's dash, but fell to the ground in disgrace.

Without saying a word, the nun raised her weapon and walked towards Clovis, who was still lying on the ground.

The wind was blowing in her ears, and she subconsciously raised her hand to block the spear point that suddenly pierced her face, only to find that the orc from the Frostfang clan had stood beside her at some point.

"Your opponent is me."

"..."

Without any extra words, Marianne turned the sword and cut down along the direction of the spear.

And this orc who knew the common language of the empire was not mediocre. He immediately gave up the idea of ​​fighting against Marianne, but lifted the spear body up along the direction of the sword, and pointed at the nun again. stabbed in the face.

——If this trend continues, Marianne will definitely be able to cut off his fingers, but her own face will also be pierced.

So Marian knocked off the spear directly and started fighting again.

She couldn't feel the rain anymore.

As the connection between the wind of magic element and the earth is broken, the long-simmering manic magic element breaks through the threshold of sustaining the invisible, and they fall from the sky in flaming and destructive fireballs, although these are not restrained by the caster. The fireballs are like some huge and heavy dandelions, the speed of falling is not fast, but their momentum is completely enough to shock people who have never seen such a terrible mirror image in their entire lives.

"All... all spirits above—"

Even the best fighters have to lose their souls in this doomsday scene.

Nistalisa, who became a dark horse, rushed to Marian again after kicking away several orcs who were trying to stop her. She couldn't help the little nun directly, but she only provided some mortal-level If you help, I believe the old guys won't blame her in particular, right?

She's strong—the strong are always a little bit privileged.

But what makes her a little bored is that no one has come to catch her.

The orcs were terrified by the rain of fire. Although the flame of magic element would not ignite the objects, the heat it absorbed could still cause combustible objects to burn.After the canopy became black due to the magic fire, the ensuing high temperature accumulation began to ignite the surrounding leaves and branches, so within a minute or two, it was the first to be affected by these "light fire balloons" The woods began to turn into a sea of ​​flames.

"There's a monster—quick, run!"

Most people don't know what happened in the sky, they just blame it on the divine punishment, or some kind of powerful monster—for example, the dragon—created such a rain of fire.

The original quick-step evacuation quickly turned into a run, and the last ones started to run wildly. The fire still stayed on the upper layers of the trees, but the heat wave had already made everyone walking through the forest feel their skin burning——

No one has ever seen a forest fire that spread across such a wide area in an instant. It is only a matter of time before the forest is burned clean.

"Hey ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The orc warlord with wounds all over his body found Nista Lisa in the chaos. Of course he couldn't see the origin of the horse, and thinking that what he didn't know was the enemy, he directly swung his giant axe, trying to kill the horse. The neck of this strange horse was cut off.

Of course, Nista Lisa would not let him succeed. She kicked the scarred orc back to the direction he rushed to - that happened to be the imperial team, so dozens of farmers accepted it. For this good gift, they snatched the weapon of the orc general at the first time, and beat and kicked him until he almost lost consciousness, until the accompanying officers realized that they had caught a big fish, and hurriedly drank it. Stop only when you stop.

Marianne still wanted to kill Clovis, and with the support of others, the shaman withdrew towards the burning pine forest in the north. She was anxious, and simply jumped over the fallen pine tree and rushed into the fire.

"Stop chasing!"

Nadwar, the spear-wielding wolf tamer was still trying to stop her. He controlled the army wolves wandering around with a small horned conch, but these wolves had been disturbed by the flames, and they followed in panic. The other orcs fled to the north, no matter how much Nadvar blew the horns, it was useless. He could only chase the human nun who was in danger.

They always kept a certain distance, Marian's footsteps were faster, but the orc controlled her forward route, and the two collided from time to time, and neither had any intention of fighting—until a fallen tree completely stopped Marian Only then did she realize that she was surrounded by flames.

She was probably lost, or at least out of the main force... There was no trace of orcs or humans in the front, back, left, or right, and there was nothing but the burning fire.

"You actually obstructed me!"

She took out her resentment on the orcs who had been holding her back.

When the spear and sword clashed, she kicked the orc away—so much power she gained that she didn't even know it.

Nadwar was also surprised by this unimaginable strength, but the flames that gradually began to completely surround the two made him unable to elaborate. He coughed a few times and shouted to the nun against the increasingly hot air: " You cannot kill him, he is Hilderric's son!"

"To shut up!"

Marianne smashed the big sword like a hammer. She cherished the "sun halo" very much. This should be the first time she used this weapon so violently after getting it.

"The Warchief controls eighteen clans west of Denmark... ahem—if you kill him, no one can—"

"Who knows what you say!"

Her power grows with anger.

And flames.

Nadwal began to realize the gap between the two - not the kind of gap that he would lose after dozens of rounds. As a warrior who grew up on the snow-capped mountains, his resilience allowed him to find the best in the harshest environment. There was no way out, and he retreated completely——but, he felt that the other party seemed to be a beast that was constantly expanding and growing. Although he couldn't see any changes in this human nun, every collision would make his strength disadvantage even worse. It was obvious that she must have drawn unimaginable support from something terrible.

He needs dialogue, but dialogue is not provided for two people who are far apart... So Nadwar touched his waist pocket, which contained several mushrooms. This kind of mushroom cultivated by Northland shamans is a rare fighter Holy thing, just a sip, and he can...

No, forget it.

"Everyone wants peace, so there must be one person who restrains the tribe."

His back was in pain from the flames, and Nadwar panted heavily and explained to the human noble: "Many people are waiting for opportunities, but if Clovis dies, no one can stop the war... ..."

"Are you kidding me?"

This seemed unreasonable to Marianne—she killed the instigator of the war, but she couldn't stop the war?

The flames had begun to reach the roots of the tree, and another pine tree was burned in two and fell across the two.

"He can't die, and neither can you, go back..."

The orc coughed twice, the wind was blowing northeast, and he was almost unable to stand due to the smoke.

"Go in the opposite direction from me."

He saw his chance to leave, and soon disappeared from Marianne's view.

The nun stood there alone in a daze, unable to find a way to leave.

Flames surrounded her from all directions, and she could not find any way out.

Atreza...

She took hold of the crucifix hanging on her chest.

But the angel didn't respond to her.

Just when the heat wave nearly took her unconscious, the black horse rushed out of the flames.

Chapter 73 056. Friend or Enemy?

In the face of catastrophes beyond imagination, there is nothing ordinary people can do but be depressed by their own powerlessness.

First it was a dragon, and then it suddenly turned into a forest of flames. Even Gnicia, whose IQ and EQ are not very online, began to worry about the situation of those people down the mountain, let alone the other people traveling with her.

"Damn orcs, this must be their plan!"

The young Sister Phaedra stomped her feet impatiently, but her behavior did not have any effect at all, it was just a waste of time for others.