Serious Witch's Travel Book

"Just wait, blind imperial people, sooner or later you will die at the hands of those 'allies'!"

A man standing next to him began to read the prisoner's charge written on the parchment in his hand-no one knew his name, but his charge was simple, "treason".

The executioner was one of those villains before, and they were wearing black masks (Note 1) from the top of their heads to their chins, with only their nostrils and a part of their lips exposed for breathing.

After the prisoner knelt on the ground, he picked up a long-handled big knife that was heavy in the front and light in the back. There was no special nonsense. Before more curses came, the executioner raised the knife and fell, and the prisoner's head was divided into pieces. two copies.

His head rolled into a small basket, a soldier stepped forward to remove it, threw the head onto a waiting cart nearby, and put the small basket back far away.

...it's time for the next one.

A clergyman dressed in black was seeing off the next prisoner for the last time. She scooped water from the clay pot in her hand, wet the prisoner's forehead, and told him in a low and soft tone that the Holy Spirit would give each dead man Fair trial.

The humans would respond with a few mournful words, but the elves would probably curse her.

In any case, she insisted on carrying out these dying blessings one by one.

After seeing off, the charges were read and then beheaded—without exception.This kind of behavior is repeated continuously. Although some people's crimes contain some other tricks, the final punishment accepted is beheading without exception.

While waiting boredly for the time to die, the short-haired elf standing in front of Gnicia suddenly touched her with his butt: "Hey, are you afraid?"

Gnicia saw that the profile of her face was very pale.

She replied softly, "It's okay."

The elf whispered: "That's good, you're quite brave..."

Gnicia didn't know how to answer her, after all, she was just an undead trying to survive in confusion.

"Death" doesn't seem to be a big deal to her, although there will be some pain, but once she dies thoroughly, that pain will be erased in the rebirth.

So she couldn't understand the fear shown by the elves. Although she didn't want to die, it was mainly based on the evaluation of the four sages, not death itself.She has failed four times, this time the "power" prepared a new route for her, and promised to give her more convenience... As a "person" born to complete the so-called "task", she must think To do better, this kind of thinking is almost an "instinct" for Gnicia.

Another person died.

Fourteen people, six have died.

The clergyman was still doing simple farewell blessings one by one, and he was almost at the front of the three of them, Her Excellency Adelia.

The short-haired elf grumbled again: "It's worse than a withered branch... I'm still a baby."

"young bird?"

Gnicia read it again suspiciously.

"Yeah, I mean... Hey." Although her complexion was getting worse, she still struggled to put a hook on the corner of her mouth. "Understood? It's a pity to think about it. If I can survive, then I will give myself to the first person who sees me to ruin it... The holy tree of longevity (Note 2), let my curse come true. "

She took two heavy breaths, and then the priestess came in front of her.

"May the most holy angel guide you from your astray, my poor child..."

Your Excellency Adria couldn't deny this kind of blessing, but the short-haired elf acted fiercely. She took a step forward and said sharply: "Don't be hypocritical, woman, an upright elf will only believe in holy trees and monsoons. , I don't need your nagging."

The priestess was taken aback by her, and she made two fake draws on her chest, but still insisted on reading the remaining half of the sentence, and then hurried to Gnicia.

She is a woman who is not too old. Looking at it closely, she may be under 25 years old, or a little over, but her dress makes her look more mature.

Her appearance is similar to that of the lady who appeared next to their prison car before. She is also wearing a very tight black robe, but instead of a headscarf on her head, it is a flat top, with a little drooping on the sides and back Cloth-topped hats, they couldn't hide much of the woman's appearance, but the curly black hair over the shoulders and the slightly haggard melon-seeded face stood out a little.

"Holy heaven..." She dipped her finger in water in front of Gnicia, but when she was about to touch the cloth cover on Gnicia's head, she hesitated again.

"You are, a witch?"

Gnicia nodded.

There was a little timidity on the woman's face.

But she performed better than those soldiers and executioners. After hesitating for a while, the woman reached out to touch Gnicia's neck, and slowly untied the rope that tied her hood.

A guard not far away reminded her: "Sister Numeria (Note 3), she is an abominable witch, maybe she will use tricks to hurt you."

"I know." The woman sighed, but she still took off Gnicia's headgear firmly: "But no one is born with sin, and the Holy Spirit will definitely forgive her..."

Others obviously didn't care.

Gnicia didn't take it seriously, she had already booked her own death, and no matter what happened now, it was just a small episode to her.

She even began to plan the next plan: maybe she should escape in the quarter of an hour when the convoy stopped. At that time, it was close to the forest area and the guards were relaxed. It was an opportunity for her.

However, the moment the priestess took off the cloth cover on her head, she suddenly felt a little undetectable and uncontrollable "power" suddenly leaking out of her body.

They flowed from her eyes, and headed towards the priestess who was only a short distance away—at this moment, the eyes of the priestess were gloomy, and her eyes lost their color as if they had lost their souls. A quarter of a second later, she suddenly regained consciousness, but the finger that was about to touch Gnicia's forehead was quickly withdrawn, and at the same time, an indescribable pink rose up at a speed visible to the naked eye her cheeks.

At this moment, an unexpected voice suddenly broke in:

"Please, let me go, I didn't participate in any 'Red Hood', I just stole a few swords—!"

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Tips.1: According to local customs, some wraiths will entangle the enemy who killed him, so the executioner needs to wear a mask to prevent the resentment of the dead from falling on himself.

Tips.2: The original pure-blooded elves were not born from normal fertility, but were born from the results of holy trees in different regions.Whether they are "tree-born" elves or "life" elves, their traditional beliefs are the elders, the holy tree, and the wind vein network formed by the tree-usually called the monsoon (which will vary with seasons and The relatively stable airflow belt on the continent where the flow direction of the ley lines changes), and the meaning of the monsoon referred to in reality is somewhat different.

Tips.3: Catholic believers call the clergy.In addition, although Gnicia defines Catholic clergy as "priestess", in fact the official title should be "nun".

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Chapter 8 005. Falling from the sky like this

The sudden sound stunned the two people who were staring at each other, and the priestess gasped for breath. She hurriedly lowered her head, and quickly left the execution ground with the jug in her arms.

And Gnicia looked at the direction that made the noise——now standing in the front was a thin man, and she recognized him at a glance: it was the one who was in the same car with them before. Bad luck.

"Please, please!"

He was trying to beg for mercy from the official who read out the crime, kneeling on the ground, moving forward half a step.

"I'm just a thief, I've never done anything to kill anyone, and I will never help those red-haired bastards... Please, I should go to a labor camp, let me continue to work for the empire , I will definitely be a good citizen in the future, an honest good—”

He continued to crawl forward, and his outstretched hand almost reached the corner of the official's robe; but before they could make contact, the soldier in charge of the execution stepped on him, and his thick-soled leather boots stepped on his palm heavily. On the ground, a second later, a tragic howling like a slaughtered pig erupted suddenly.

"Shut up, you annoying maggot, think about what you have done? The empire is getting weaker and weaker because of worms like you, and I wish I could put you all to death..."

"Get back!"

With a low shout, the soldier kicked the man back to the front of the stone platform, and someone immediately pushed him onto the beheading platform, no matter how much he screamed, it was useless.

The official nodded in satisfaction, raised the scroll in his hand again, and read: "...Anonymous, charges: treason."

The man who was pinned to the ground uttered a few miserable howls, and immediately stopped struggling.

The soldier let go of him, and the officer standing by the execution ground waved: "Execute."

The executioner raised his knife afterward—amidst the man's low, slurred muttering, which was either cursing or begging, a gloomy cold light flashed close with the last ray of light before the sun was overwhelmed by dark clouds In the field of vision of several people.

Howling————

Suddenly, a strange shriek streaked across the sky.

"what sound?"

Although the sound was not loud, it was like a gust of wind that swept past, causing people on the ground to look up to the sky.

The sky, which was originally just cloudy, was stained with a light ink color in a very short period of time. The white clouds no longer existed, replaced by a gloomy sky with clouds and rain approaching.

"It's just the wind..." "Is it going to rain?"

"Quiet, continue the execution."

The soldiers whispered a few words, and the officials raised their voices slightly, urging the executioner to finish the work.

The knife that was put down was raised again, but before the executioner could muster up his strength, a gust of wind suddenly passed by from the low altitude, and the wind and sand rolled up blinded everyone's eyes, and even those who couldn't stand firmly were caught by the sudden blow. The gale knocked him to the ground.

"It's weird—what's in the wind..."

Someone yelled, and suddenly, a bright shadow of swords, lights and swords appeared on the school grounds.

But the wind was so strong that it even made Gnicia feel like she was about to be blown away. She staggered in the dust and wanted to grab something she could use to stand firm. Something, and after several dazed and futile grabs, she finally caught a limp hand.

It's not a man's hand... is it...?

She raised her cuffs to cover her eyes and looked forward. In the gust of wind that blew everything up and down, the person who didn't even move half a step, and seemed to have no force at all, looked slightly Lord Adria, who looks weak.

"you……"

Gnicia was a little puzzled. Facing the wind, she struggled to utter a word, but Lord Adlia did not respond to her normally.The lady didn't look back, but just raised her free right hand to her left shoulder, and raised her index finger, as if to tell her not to say more.

when……

She clearly remembered that Adria's hands were also tied.

When the wind picked up, it showed no signs of stopping. In the chaos, the thief who was lying on the stone platform suddenly stood up and ran out. Someone spotted him immediately. Go up and push him with a sword, trying to drive him back to the original place, only to find that the thief who should have almost collapsed in fright now has red eyes and jaw-dropping jaws, as frightening as a mindless humanoid beast .

His strength even suddenly became terrifyingly large, and he took the weapon from the young soldier's hand without any effort, but he didn't know how to use this thick iron piece, so he just waved it forward crazily, Before being stabbed in the body by him, the soldier barely escaped the chaotic attack with a roll.

But the sudden vision was enough to scare people. After the initial daze, the soldier who was attacked ran to his companions nervously and shouted: "He is possessed, kill these red hoods!" !"

The sound brought menace, more despair, but either way, the hapless thief probably couldn't hear; he frantically threw himself on the nearest other person, and managed to cut his face , Then, he dropped the short sword, and staggered towards the door in the gust of wind that could knock him down at any time.

But the Romans would not just watch a prisoner, or a prisoner possessed by a demon, escape.

Two Romans who had sheltered from the wind in front of the gate came out at this moment. They stabbed the thief's heart and abdomen with spears one after the other. Such serious fatal injuries were enough to kill one person in an instant, but the thief still Struggling to move forward a few steps, he didn't even realize that the rusty spear point had penetrated his body. He just stared at the door only a few steps away, where some good civilians were Watching from a distance.

This frenzied struggle on the verge of death undoubtedly chilled the hearts of the two people in front of them. They put down their weapons involuntarily, and let the thief stagger and walk forward a few steps until he lost all his strength and stopped. He was supported on the ground by two spears.

After the panic passed, someone shouted again: "That witch made him crazy...Kill that witch!"

The wind calmed down a little at this time, but Gnicia saw that the short-haired elf had already untied the rope in his hand, and also untied the other two living prisoners.

Now the only one who is still tied up is herself...

The short-haired elf came towards her from the side. She might have wanted to untie the rope for Gnicia, but there was no chance; the Romans who recovered their senses began to approach them, and someone set up a bow and arrow and ordered a group The five prisoners stood where they were, but the left and right were in a situation where death was inevitable. Naturally, no one listened to them right now.

It's just that the imperial soldiers maintained a circular array on the school grounds, and there was only one direction they could retreat, and that was a longhouse near the city wall behind them. Adlia walked there quickly and silently, In desperation, others—including Gnicia—had to follow in her footsteps.

At this moment, a young brown-haired man opened the wooden window on the second floor of a double-story stone castle inside the school grounds, and shouted at the imperial soldiers below: "Shoot her, don't let her escape!"

The imperial people present were a little hesitant. Someone tentatively shot an arrow at the few people who were retreating to the longhouse, but the arrow flying in mid-air was blown in a direction by a sudden turbulent flow, and the arrow flew aimlessly. After flying a dozen steps, he bumped his head against the outer wall of the longhouse.

Someone is using witchcraft.

The pressure generated by facing unknown and mysterious forces overwhelmed the previously accepted orders from the chief. Although they knew that they should hold back their shots, the archers still rushed to shoot the arrows in their hands nervously.

A crackling noise landed in front of the closed gate, and the arrows that arrived were all blocked by the thick walls of the longhouse without exception, and several people retreated safely into the house.

But the joy of survival after the catastrophe did not have a chance to fall on them... Gnicia looked around, and she found that it was just a semi-closed warehouse, in which some spare weapons and tools were piled up. The distance from one end to the other is only more than thirty steps. They have no danger to defend and no way to retreat.

"What should I do... Your Excellency?"

The two humans who were lucky enough to escape the danger looked at each other. Although they looked like imperial people, they obviously knew Adria, or maybe they themselves were serving the "Red Hood".

Even the short-haired elf, the three of them were waiting for Adria's order, but Adlia, who hid in the house, was no longer as calm as before. She raised her hand to cover her forehead, and walked a few more times with support. After taking a few steps, she seemed to have lost all her strength, and leaned against the wall in a decadent manner.

She kept patting her forehead, looking very painful, Gnicia wanted to go over to see if she could help, but a human blocked her nervously at this time: "Stand back, wizard, don't get close to our lord .”

So Gnicia's kindness had to be abandoned.

The short-haired elf ran around the room in a hurry. She found the spare kettle, and there were even several barrels of clean water stored here. After opening the wooden barrel with an iron crowbar, the elf was in a hurry Scooped some water and fed it to Adelia.

"Your Excellency, can you still move? I can see the window at the back to go out..."

"It's still holding up. It's just that the natural punishment keeps me from concentrating."

"Then please persevere..."

"No, there is no escape from this."

Gnicia followed Adlia's gaze to the side of the longhouse near the city wall.What she saw must have been similar to Adelia: Although there are two windows at the back of the longhouse on a high place, it seems that they can climb directly to the stone wall behind with a little support, but those Romans obviously thought of it. After seeing this, she saw a few pairs of boots hiding on the side of the wall. Obviously, if they dared to climb out the window, they would be tied into hedgehogs immediately.

"Clovis is here, and he definitely doesn't want me to leave alive. If there is no accident, this is just a short period of time..."

She swallowed, then took a few quiet breaths.Although she didn't say any painful or overly depressed words, there seemed to be a layer of cold sweat on her forehead. It was obvious that she was suppressing a kind of pain and insisting on her calm and steady appearance.