Serious Witch's Travel Book

"Numeria, what is that... is it witchcraft?"

Someone tried to ask Sister Noumelia, the most knowledgeable here, but even Noumelia couldn't tell why.

Whether it was in the classics or the real situation, she had never seen such a terrifying flame that stretched for miles like a waterfall.

What could cause such power?

Even a dragon can't do such a large-scale destructive power.

In the north of Pinecandle Castle, there is a pine forest stretching for about ten miles, and further north is a small stream branch. The pine trees here are full of grease. If the fire is allowed to burn, I am afraid that there will be no trees left. May stop.

She didn't really believe that this was an extremely accidental natural disaster, because it was too much of a coincidence. In contrast, Numeria preferred to think that this terrible fire waterfall was a huge firefall carefully prepared with the help of some natural forces. Witchcraft... But she saw that the human beings who had just chased into the pine forest had begun to flee, which created a strange contradiction: the only ones who could use witchcraft and other tricks here were orc shamans, but the fire No matter how you look at it, it seems that it is more beneficial to the more peripheral humans...

The orcs have always camped and rested in the woods, and they were almost all in the woods when they fought. From a tactical point of view, the orcs who lacked discipline performed better than the imperial army in the sparser woods, because the woods would pull The phalanx commonly used by the imperial army, and methods such as throwing spears will also be affected.

The orc's decision should not be wrong, but it was the imperial army's choice of field battle that made Numeria baffled.

Now that the fire is burning, the orcs in the depths of the forest must have suffered more losses... So the empire set the fire?Impossible, none of them can use this kind of...

After thinking about it, Numeria suddenly thought of the dragon.

is it madeSo... what is it drawing?Don't dragons eat people?Simply burning all creatures on the ground to death... is it necessary?

She looked suspiciously at the hill below the mountain, trying to find the figure of the head nun she served in it.

It was so messed up that she couldn't see anything at all.

If at the beginning, when the two sides were confronting each other in the suburbs, she could still tell who was Marian from the few cavalry teams and the vague black clothing, then as the battle progressed and another cavalry began to After the impact orc pressed into the returning flank, she couldn't tell who was who.

Now they can only wait for the news...

Just hope she's okay, will she?

She is a child blessed by an angel.

A group of people stood anxiously on the top of the hill, and suddenly a sharp-eyed holy guard made a few gestures behind him. Immediately afterwards, the armed men crouched down together, and forced several nuns to squat down too.

"What happened..."

Sister Emma asked half a sentence before her mouth was covered.Shengwei, who stopped her from speaking, lowered his voice and whispered to the others: "Someone is coming, hide."

They were all startled, and hurriedly hugged together and hid in the stone cave.

Soon everyone nestled back, only one holy guard took off his helmet and lay down in a hidden haystack to look out.

She made a few gestures backwards, and after a while, made a few more gestures.

Someone who was familiar with their sign language immediately translated: "Two people, about fourteen orcs. They didn't go to us, it's safe."

Everyone in the team breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, Sister Federa asked again: "Two humans?"

The people outside watched for a while before retracting their heads: "It looks like it's too far away, I can't see clearly. From the clothes, one looks like a hunter, and the other looks like...a recruit."

"It must be a survivor standing guard outside." Numeria frowned. "Is it possible to help them?"

And Sister Federa grumbled: "Who can help, it must be a deserter."

The holy guard who checked the situation smiled bitterly, and denied: "We can't help them, the outside is not hidden down the mountain, and the number of orcs is more than twice that of ours, so the chances of winning are not great."

"let it go."

Numeria didn't insist on anything, but Federa muttered again: "Then let them slaughter civilians like this?"

Her remark made Sister Numeria look up at her, who pouted and looked the other way.

There was no danger, but with this incident, the group did not dare to get together on a high place and go down the mountain.

They hid for a while and took a look at the situation outside from time to time. The terrifying rain of fire from the sky set the whole forest on fire, and as time passed, the flames began to spread to the periphery, and they became less and more intense, without stopping at all. the meaning of.

Gnicia looked up at the sky, it was still dark, but with the appearance of the fire, it seemed that even their surroundings began to dry up, and the sparse raindrops could hardly be seen at this moment, she stretched out her hand Then, after waiting for a long time, a drop of water fell into her palm.

"When it's time to go down, I won't go down..."

She also complained.

Another quarter of an hour later, humans have basically completely withdrawn from the fire zone.

"Let's get ready to go back." Numeria said to the others: "With such a big fire, the orcs must not have the guts to invade here again... No matter what it is made of, it at least helped a little."

And she told the others:

"Remember, what happened here must not be told to anyone who doesn't know. I will write a separate report to explain the situation to the dean. Any evil witchcraft, impure thoughts, and impure people should be punished by the church .”

Thinking breeds doubt, and doubt breeds heresy, all the nuns knew.

The best way to keep the civilians in their place is to cut off their chances of establishing awareness of witchcraft from the root - they just need to know that it is something evil, and they don't need to know why it is evil , How to do evil deeds, and how to fight against monks and nuns.

Knowing too much is often the first step to degeneration.

After making up their minds, they began to return along the original road. The secret passage leading to Pinecandle Castle was at a lower position on the mountain, and they walked down the mountain along the untraceable mountain path, but it didn't take long. The holy guards blocked the others again:

"Is it... the Imperial Army?"

Shengwei, who was the first to see those people, was amazed in disbelief.

Then everyone saw what she said.

It's the Imperial Army, that's right... It's still a well-equipped Imperial Army.

It is only about the size of two centurions, but it is small and elite-these two centurions are all uniformly equipped with red legion shields, brand new plank armor on their bodies, and iron helmets with red spikes on their heads. And equipped with eagle emblems, banners and icons-this must be the treatment that the best [-]st Company can have.

This is not a battlefield, nor a road... Why are there troops here?

Numeria immediately asked: "Can you see the troops of that legion on the flag?"

"It's Legion No. 20, Iron Hind."

"... the German Legion? Why..."

"Are they here to support us?"

A nun whispered excitedly.

"Don't be stupid." Numeria immediately reprimanded her: "The Doe Legion is in the Black Forest. They are at least ten days away from here. We were attacked for three days. The only orderly is to go west. Did the German legion fly over with wings, or did they fall from the sky?"

The talkative nun suddenly froze.

The leading Shengwei asked anxiously: "Then what should we do? They saw us."

The Romans were resting at the bottom of the hill, and some stood up when they saw the procession coming down, but most remained seated.

"...are they in disguise?"

"It's unlikely. Obviously, they are all wearing standard equipment. It is impossible for blacksmiths to make such things for private individuals. Besides, flags and flags need to be prepared separately..."

That's right... Standard equipment, all kinds of signs are available, and it is obvious that the people are from the Empire and not some barbarians from the North in disguise. It seems that there is no problem at all.

But it is too strange for them to be here, not to mention how the Iron Hind has come across such a long distance, their position is very strange-can already see Pinecandle Castle from here, in the imperial barracks In the event of an attack, why didn't they provide immediate support?The momentum on the battlefield was not small, as the pine forest was ignited, the entire mountain was filled with gray and black smoke, and what were these people doing?They are resting, drinking water, eating dry food... they just look a little nervous.

Numeria could not trust them.

But the people at the bottom of the mountain have indeed noticed them and their party. Some people waved and shouted at them, speaking in imperial dialect, and a few people got on their horses and prepared to go up the gentle slope——they deliberately He raised his hand to indicate that there was no concealed weapon, and seemed very friendly.

Numeria thought about it, and finally said helplessly: "Sigmund, find someone to talk to, we need to know their origins before we can meet."

The leading holy guard responded: "Let me go."

She walked out of the queue alone, put the buckler on her arm, kept on guard, and approached the cavalry on horseback.

There were four people in total. They chatted for a while with the Saint Guard who was going forward. The two sides made gestures in each other's line from time to time, and watched back and forth for a few rounds—but they were generally friendly, and no one showed any signs of it. What passion.

After the conversation, the cavalry turned their horses and turned back, and the holy guard also returned. She was relieved, and said to the rest of the people from a distance: "It should be no problem! They are returning to the capital of the region to report their duties. It's just a routine transfer."

Numeria was still worried: "Did they explain why they just ignored the battlefield that was close at hand?"

"About this, they claim that they have been marching continuously these days and can no longer afford to take the risk of actively engaging in combat."

Although still uneasy, these people behaved in a reasonable way.

The nuns relaxed their vigilance a little, and they slowly walked towards the men of the "Iron Hind"; and the latter also counted after communicating with the retreating cavalry, and the people scattered around stopped staring at the group of people, Instead, they began to talk about the sky in twos and threes in low voices.

Looking closer, this team is indeed well-organized, and the barbarians can't do it, which makes people breathe a sigh of relief.

The leaders of this team were two centurions. After meeting with the nuns, they made a special trip to say a few polite words, and kindly invited Numeria to go with them. After several exchanges, the nuns, although He didn't join their team, but he couldn't stand the authority, so he had to temporarily agree.

After the two centurions left, Numeria looked at their backs for a while, and whispered to the others: "It's better to stay on guard, they are not quite right..."

Her words were not very useful, and Gnicia could clearly see that everyone was a little relaxed.

It's only one mile away from the barracks, so what's the problem?

According to the centurion himself, the two centurions really had no way to enter the city in an emergency, so they stopped to eat. Now that the battle outside has been raging, they naturally decided to enter the real city. character of.

After resting, the "Iron Hind" team began to march towards Pinecandle Castle. They naturally called the nuns together. One centurion escorted the team at the rear, while the other took the initiative to run to keep some distance from them. The nuns chatted nearby:

"Why are you here? Did you cross the river?"

"There is—uh, a simple wooden bridge was built in the city." The outspoken Sister Federa almost spoke out when she was asked, but fortunately someone kicked her in time, so that the young The girl changed her words.

The centurion did not delve into it, but smiled heartily twice, and looked at Fulin curiously: "Why do you still have children?"

He glanced at Gnicia, apparently with other intentions, but Gnicia has always followed the principle of not speaking when she can, and then someone answered for her: "She is a young nun who has just been naturalized. Taking her out is to gain a lot of experience."

"Oh!"

The centurion couldn't comment on this answer, and didn't say anything.

The two converging groups walked halfway together, and soon, the tower of Pinecandle Castle appeared among the trees.

"It's almost there...it's almost here."

The centurion looked at the town in front of him, and everything seemed to be normal.

It was just that Gnicia suddenly heard a voice that entered her mind:

【Hey, take a few steps to the left, they want to kill you! 】

Chapter 74 057. Hesitation in the Face of Death

Gnicia wasn't afraid of death—but she didn't want to die for no reason, either.

So with this idea in mind, she subconsciously moved a few steps to the left.

The nuns walked together with this unfamiliar army team, but roughly kept a distance of more than ten steps. Several holy guards still maintained a certain degree of vigilance. They stood among the nuns and the imperial soldiers, carefully monitoring the distance not far away. "Colleagues of the Empire".

But as they walked, the "Iron Doe" team began to disperse.

The soldiers started chatting in low voices, and because of the complicated terrain, the team also began to crooked. Gradually, some gossip began to discuss women's issues, which made the nun team feel uncomfortable.

But this may not be a big problem in the imperial army... so that everyone is a little negligent, allowing them to go more and more crooked until...

Someone suddenly reached out and grabbed the nun on the far right of the line.

She stood very close to the holy guards, so she was also very close to the soldiers, as if the candlelight was the darkest. No one expected such an accident to happen suddenly.

"Let go - what are you going to do!"

She was dragged out of the queue by the arm, and it wasn't until they heard her yell that the others realized what was wrong.

"—Stop!"

The holy guards immediately reprimanded the two soldiers who made the move, but they were still dragging the nun back, and the three holy guards followed immediately, but were blocked by a few people who suddenly stopped in the middle.

After the initial surprise, Numeria immediately stood up and asked the centurion who had been chatting with them: "What are you trying to do! Tell them to stop!"

The centurion, who had been acting affectionately at first, immediately changed his face—he still maintained a relaxed and natural smile, but he didn't mean to solve the problem at all. Smiling but not smiling, he turned his head and apologized to Numeria: "Oh... I'm sorry ma'am, I really can't control these young and energetic guys, they just... have a little need."

The nun who was being dragged away struggled louder. The soldiers surrounded her, deliberately swearing dirty words loudly, and forcibly touching her body.

Numeria snapped, "Do you know what you're indulging in?"

"Of course I know, but it's not connivance. As long as we've been in a ghostly place like the Black Forest for so long, it's normal to be a little emotional, isn't it? ... It's not a big problem, you just have to pretend you didn't see it, It'll be over in a little while..."

"You'd better understand what those guys are doing!" Numeria tried to let the holy guards go around those who blocked the way, but the legion had a large number of people, and more than a dozen people firmly blocked them.

"Yes, yes, nun, a person of the state religion." The centurion stood behind a row of soldiers, touched his chin, and joked that he thought it was funny: "For the female monk of the most holy ****, who can use the sacred Blessed pillars of the empire, brides of angels, or candidates for brides... For frontier people like us, it may be impossible to touch the hands of such a noble woman in several lifetimes..."

He looked directly at Numeria, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually flattened: "Let them relax, okay? Let's just pretend that nothing happened."

What a... lunatics of the wilderness!

Noumelia could not have imagined that they would do such a thing to a nun.