Serious Witch's Travel Book

After the panting gradually calmed down, she suddenly looked at Gnicia who was refused to approach: "Let her come over, the shadow of the moon tells me that a person who shouldn't appear is the 'accident' itself..."

Under her signal, Gnicia was able to pass over the humans blocking her and stand in front of Your Excellency Adria.

"A witch?"

"……Yes."

"The wind of magic element told me that something is flying in the clouds. Does it have something to do with you? I can control this storm because of its existence, and now it is coming..."

"I have no idea."

Gnicia was apprehensive.

A wonderful intuition told her that what Lord Adlia said was related to her.

"Power" will not deceive her, since the sage said to give her a simpler route, it must be an easier route.

Since the start was not very good, there should be elements of correction. Maybe what Adria said was just right... But Gnicia really didn't know anything about what she said, so naturally she didn't dare to deceive others casually .

Facing her ambiguity, the long-haired elf didn't say much.She took a large dagger from the lively short-haired female elf, who was searching the house for usable weapons and armor to distribute to everyone here.

Adlia closed her eyes suddenly, and two bumps slowly bulged up in the middle and upper part of her forehead strangely. At first, they grew outward together with her skin, but slowly, those smooth and fair skin began to transform into a bulge. A rough wooden structure, as they continue to grow, even small forks and a few leaf-like blades begin to appear at the top.

The pair of horn-like things grew to almost half an arm long, then slowly stopped growing, and began to turn from immature to aging. The smooth wooden skin gradually became more wrinkled and cracked, and the tender green leaves began to slowly change. Thick and red, the leaf stems are also faintly stained with some faint white spots.In the end, it stayed at the dividing line between maturity and oldness. Adlia raised her hand, cut off a "horn" with a knife in the worry that the short-haired elf wanted to dissuade, and threw it to Ge Nishia.

"I can't do anything about what comes next... If you can use magic, use it."

Watching the remaining wooden horn slowly degenerate and shrink, gradually disappearing, and making Adlia's forehead return to its original shape, Gnicia instinctively felt that the wooden branch in her hand was not obtained for no reason. The benefit of the druid in front of him must have lost something...

I can not do it--

She was very embarrassed, she really wanted to explain the situation to this elf, but the other party had already paid a certain price for her, so she felt unable to say what the above said, for fear that it would make these people despair.

Who wouldn't want to save the world or something?But it's really...

Go die once?

She thought so.

If she dies once, everything will be fine, and she won't have to be embarrassed anymore.

The sages will go back in time, if she dies, next time she will go back to the beginning of this story, she can avoid this embarrassing misunderstanding... This noble lady seems to think she has some ability, but she Really not... If she finds a way to jump off the car halfway and escape, maybe some of them will be better.

After making up her mind, Gnicia walked towards the door holding the wooden horn in her hand without saying a word.

Forget about dying once, she went to provoke those imperial people, and then buried herself neatly...

With this in mind, she lifted the wooden lock behind the door and walked straight out. Outside, at least a hundred heavily armed soldiers surrounded the small longhouse, and they even prepared The kerosene, it seems that they intend to simply light a fire and burn the people inside to death.

But after she came out, no one dared to do anything to her. Perhaps the people of the empire were afraid of a witch, and no one wanted to strike first and be cursed—you have to say something provocative... what should you say?

Have it.

She raised the wooden horn in her hand and pointed to the sky, threatening loudly: "Look up! The star that symbolizes death is hanging above your heads and shining—"

——Before the words fell, suddenly a huge fireball pierced through the thick cloud, and hit the center of the barracks straight.

No one could have predicted such an unforeseen catastrophe.

The size of the fireball was almost a quarter of the size of an army camp. Several stone houses were easily destroyed as it fell, and the rocks pierced through the air, wailing everywhere.

The imperial people at the place where the flames fell began to flee instinctively. They screamed in panic, running and jumping to avoid the tongues of flames that sprang up behind them. In just the blink of an eye, the barracks became a mess , Even the legionnaires who formed the encirclement network began to retreat outwards. In the face of terrible natural disasters, the task of a Frankish nobleman was far less important than his own life.

In the chaos, Gnicia was the only one standing at the door of the longhouse, staring blankly at the half of the sky that was completely dyed red by the vermilion flames.

what happened?

The very few Imperials who were still awake began to shoot arrows and throw javelins at the place where the flames were burning. The officers tried to regroup, but most of them immediately thought of running for their lives, and rushed to the only inner door of the barracks .And at the edge of the sea of ​​flames, a huge and sharp claw stretched out that looked like a hand but not a hand, with red scales all over the top and bottom, and casually crushed an imperial soldier who was delaying its landing.

Then came the shouts——

It resounded through the sky, more violently and powerfully than any hurricane.

The wave of sound waves lifted those unlucky ghosts who were too close, and the flames also spread outward, forming a bright and beautiful ring of fire in the mid-air, but relentlessly spreading death.

Among the billowing smoke, the outline of the thing that descended suddenly followed the dispersal of the flames, and gradually became clear in Gnicia's eyes.

That is a dragon.

Chapter 9 006. Trouble

After the furious dragon roar, flames spewed out.

The huge figure stood up from the grayish-yellow smoke, and the wooden shacks in the barracks started to burn as soon as it touched it. The bungalows built of bricks and stones could not withstand the ravages of the giant claws, and only took the weight for a moment. It turned into scorching ruins amidst the howling of pain.

The only thing that can be supported is several two- and three-story stone buildings connected together. The giant dragon crawled to the top, and it hangs its head to patrol the nearby ground. I don’t know what it is looking for, or just wants to find Those imperial soldiers gathered together, and then burned them to ashes with one breath.

It was so huge that Gnicia felt that she was no more than the size of one of its paws.The flames it spit out from its mouth caused scorching waves to rise up on the ground like a red waterfall, and the flame spirits flying in the air laughed and burned the Imperials in front of them to ashes, while the hot wind that swept past Gnicia fell, but before she fell on her back to the ground, a vigorous figure supported her from behind and dragged her into the longhouse.

The two Red Hood supporters quickly closed the door. They put down the wooden lock and put their shoulders behind the door. Even so, the hot wind still made the door buzz and tremble.

The elf behind her was ashen-faced: "We are in trouble!"

Adlia, who seemed to have regained some strength, also left the wall. She came over and grabbed Gnicia's arm. This time her anxiety was a little obvious: "Why a dragon?"

What do you think? —— Gnicia really wanted to ask this question.

"As a result, you can't control it, can you?"

"Yes."

Now Gnicia simply "admitted".

Anyway, it's something that I don't understand... right?

"It doesn't matter, at least it creates an opportunity for us... Royce, let's leave from the back."

Under her order, three pale-faced attendants piled some wooden boxes and barrels under the small window at the back of the house, and then two men climbed up one after another, and took the short-haired elf—her name was Luo Iss - the handed weapon.

Then it was the turn of the three women.

"Your Excellency, please go up first."

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Adelia's physical constraints were very weak. After her attendants confirmed that there was no threat from above, she supported Adelia's legs and sent her to the small window.

"Your Excellency, let's hide over there..."

Not long after she had ascended, a searing flame passed over the long roof, and the corner of a portion of the roof began to burn, and the two red hoods hurried away from the wall with their leader.

Relieved, Royce clapped her hands and wiped off her sweat. She watched Adlia's leaving pace, and pointed to Gnicia's window with a tired look: "Okay Now, at least our governor is safe for the time being, can you handle it?"

Gnicia looked up.

Even if there are footings piled up underneath, the high window is still close to her shoulders. The stone wall behind is a plane close to the window, and there is nothing she can pull. If it is a young and strong man, maybe It's not a big problem, but it's a little difficult to think about it on her own.

"I can't..." She hesitated for a while, and wanted to hand the big wooden horn to Royce: "Otherwise, you can go up by yourself and return it to the lord, just say I'm sorry..."

The chaos outside had made her feel scared, and Gnicia made up her mind to die.She stays here, and if the dragon breathes fire, it will burn her to death. If it survives, it may be killed by other imperial people... She is tired and afraid. To be honest, she doesn't want to follow these few days. The so-called "Red Hood" went on.

After all, the cost of her death is too low, as long as she sleeps, she can start over again, not to mention that her death is not necessarily bad for others, time should return to the initial moment of this journey with her death, That way, at least those out there who were killed by dragons would...

But if she thinks this way, she can't stop the dragon from attacking here.

Even if she pays a death price, if the destination of the red dragon outside is here, no matter what she does, she must not be able to rewrite this inevitable event—just like she tried to persuade the coachman to slow down on the snow mountain. point, but the wolf would always wander in the same place, and attacking her was just the difference between earlier and later.

Unless... after a long time, long enough for one thing to change naturally.

But the purpose of the dragon's action is different from that of the wolf. In order to hunt, the wolf monster may leave its lair after a while, but since the dragon has already aimed at this place, its destination probably cannot be changed in this half day. Change, unless something else attracts it...

Royce waved her hand in surprise, as if she heard something ridiculous, she patted Gnicia's arm and smiled, "Stop joking, no matter what, it's thanks to you that we have the chance You ran away. The elves will not object to your status as a wizard like the people of the empire, I just asked if I could save some effort... Girl, I will ask you to go up."

She resumed the somewhat sloppy attitude Gnicia had when she first saw her, and pulled Gnicia towards the window.

"You go up first, we have to hurry up, god knows..."

She looked at the solid debris that was still piled up, and then at Gnicia—suddenly, her light brown eyes lost some color for no reason.

Her eyes changed from tired and anxious to a little bit flustered, she began to not care about the way of escaping here, but stared straight into Gnicia's eyes.After a while, she started to get close to Gnicia, and almost all of her attention was on Gnicia's face, from the center of her brows to the tip of her nose, and her cheeks—her eyes swayed slightly, but nothing out of this general range.

"Ro, Royce...?"

Gnicia was afraid of that burning look, even more so than the crackling of burning wooden beams above her head.

"you're so beautiful."

Before Gnicia could react, the elf's fingers touched her cheek.

"It's unbelievable, where did you come from the palace? It's just..."

Her forehead approached Gnicia with her fingers.

"Lois? Little, Miss...?"

Her approach and those strange, moist eyes made Gnicia retreat instinctively, but there was a wall behind her, and Gnicia had nowhere to go.

"Don't move, I just need a little..."

Her lips are approaching.

Honestly, it's not beautiful.

They are all gray. The female elf with short red hair in front of her has obviously spent some days in a not-so-good state. Her lips are a little dry and there are a few dark spots on her face. It looks like The remnants of some kind of battle makeup... Gnicia didn't know how she was, but she thought she was definitely not going to be any better, she was a witch who was escorted, and she had a rag stuffed in her mouth earlier, she It must be a mess... Gnicia doesn't care too much about beauty and ugliness, but she understands that a person must be at least a little clean to be considered good-looking.

But Royce didn't seem to care about this at all, she took another step forward, her knees almost caught Gnicia's legs in the way of retreat.

"..."

There were no words, only heavy breathing came oncoming.

She frightened Gnicia, so our, um, reserve witch - turned around, dropped the wooden horn in her hand, and climbed up the clutter piled up against the wall.

But as soon as she climbed up the wall, it was immediately confirmed that she couldn't go up the vent window by herself.

At the same time, she heard the voice behind her as if in a daze: "Don't be afraid... don't run, let me kiss you..."

Her legs were grabbed, first at the knee, then at the thigh.

The elf's hands didn't stay outside her long skirt obediently, but stretched into the skirt by taking advantage of their height. They climbed up, obsessively feeding back every inch of delicate and tender legs on their master. full.

After those hands climbed to a higher place, and tightly grasped the remaining fat mass under the waist, the elf suddenly ordered forcefully, "Come down, human being."

"no……"

Gnicia tried to climb up in a panic, but Royce caught her.

Her waist was hugged, the rapid and hot breath was behind her, she could even feel the face of the elf rubbing against her legs in the lower part.

then……

Nothing more.

A shrill whistling sound passed over their heads, followed by a mass of flames pouring into the small longhouse. The moment Gnicia realized what had happened, the burning sensation on her face made her lose awareness.

……

In a daze, Gnicia climbed up the steps from the pool.

The way of death this time is different, the fear brought by a giant dragon far exceeds that of a wolf monster anyway, not to mention that she has been buried under the wolf's mouth four times, this "fresh" experience is especially special in comparison pain.

She twitched a few times on the ground, climbed up with difficulty, and went to see the four sages with frustration, grievance and fear.

She shouldn't have died, or at least maybe not so soon.

Actively pursuing death and being implicated in death by accident are two completely different things. Although Gnicia also thought about letting the Romans shoot herself to death, she did not expect that the people who were suffering from the same disease along the way would suddenly become companions. Attacking himself, still in...that strange way.

She... Royce, what does she want to do?

A kiss, she probably understood, was lips touching lips.

But more... Gnicia subconsciously ran her hands over the areas that had just been kneaded by the elf.

There is no feeling anymore, but the feeling of touch remains in her memory.

strange……

She couldn't help pinching the same place by herself. Apart from the astonishing elasticity that would return to normal as the fingers left and tremble like panna cotta, all she could feel was a little bit of insignificant pain .

But it's not the same as when the elf touched her just now...I always feel that something is missing, or, just now, I want something more...

She shook her head, got rid of all distracting thoughts, and came to the steps where the big golden tree grew.

The last time she appeared in the middle of the carpet, the golden arm that brought her a new reward has disappeared. Instead, there is an extra hanger on the side of her hand, and a dignified and decent long dress is neatly hung on it. It was the witch's costume she had worn the last time she left this sanctuary.

Other than that, there are not many changes... It's just that when Gnicia saw the two silver bowls, a new "rebirth stone" quietly appeared in the mouth of the silver bowl on the right.