Not a Witch

Text Volume Chapter 84 'Fire-Eyed Warbler'

"Be careful on the road."

"Hmm." After raising his hand to respond, Lorraine Hill walked into the night.

Because there is no moon, the visibility at night is very low, and only the surroundings illuminated by the brazier can be seen clearly.

Lorraine Hill held the scabbard in one hand and the hilt in the other, his eyes were slightly closed, and he listened to the sound in the wind.

Although she is currently practicing in the order of war, the effects of her own power are still there, and she can keenly perceive many situations.

Uninvited guests came around the camp, and there were more than one of them.The girl carefully analyzed the faint sounds and fluctuations in the wind.

The quiet and silent sneaking thousands of meters away was reflected in my mind like a three-dimensional map. Three agile figures advanced quietly in the night, each of them was about 200 meters apart, crossing and approaching the camp.

Not like a robber, but like an assassin.

Looking at that vigorous skill, Lorraine Hill thought in his mind.These three people are all at the level of Sequence 4, and have received good training. They seem to be from a certain organization, and they are not experts that can be trained by mountain robbers.

Do you want to make a move?

He must be able to fight, but it will look extraordinarily strange. A Sequence 4 can easily crush three masters of the same level, attracting the attention of the people around.

Thinking in her heart, the girl moved forward quickly, her body bent slightly, and she moved swiftly through the night.

Although it can't compare to the unrestricted state before, the current speed is far beyond the ordinary Sequence 4. Perhaps only some Sequence 5 who are good at speed can keep up.

In the darkness of night, an infiltrator in black only felt a gust of wind blowing away in front of his eyes, and then a cold and beautiful long sword chopped off his head, making his heart jump.

The dagger on the side of his hand was turned back urgently, his body knelt down suddenly, and he slid sideways to avoid the passing sword edge.

No, he was still hurt.

Although he wasn't directly hit, his shoulder had already been cut open by the sword light, and blood flowed down his arm into his cuffs and waist, and the pain that came immediately made him extremely nervous.

In the dark night, the sword blade turned easily, flashing a few lavender light arcs, and then the dagger in his hand flew away, his knees were stabbed suddenly, and he lost consciousness.

When the infiltrator reacted again and was about to struggle to stand up, the figure that attacked him had already left and flashed to the other side of the forest.

She was going towards my companion.

Looking at the back figure that disappeared into the woods, the infiltrator was anxious for a while, but because of his leg injury, he couldn't move for a while, so he could only sit on his knees.

"Chirp—! (Crisis, retreat)" A rapid bird song sounded in the night, letting the two people in the distance know instantly.

After hearing this short sound, the two infiltrators obviously stopped, then turned their heads decisively, and fled in different directions.

Seeing the black figure in front of him suddenly speeding up and disappearing into the depths of the jungle in a single jump, Lorraine Hill had no choice but to give up.

It's not that she can't catch up, it's just that she doesn't want to cause trouble. Her behavior is already a bit out of line.

She put away her sword and turned to the infiltrator who signaled.

Stepping in the night-shrouded mountains and forests, the grass and dead leaves under the feet made subtle sounds with the footsteps. Although it was not obvious, it was so clear to the intruder's ears.

He didn't know who the other party was and why he suddenly stopped him here, but the thing had already happened, so he could only quickly think of a way to break the situation.

"Please wait a moment." Seeing the unknown swordsman walking in the darkness, he covered his bleeding knee and opened his mouth.

"Please allow me to explain. My strength is far inferior to yours. You don't have to worry about me escaping or harming you." He said with an extremely calm mind.

Immediately, there was the sound of a sword blade slashing through the air, and another lavender sword arc cut across his cheek. The dangerous and cold edge cut through the hair on his skin, making him sweat coldly on his back.But fortunately, the footsteps in the darkness finally stopped.

"Our actions this time did not deliberately target the Roentgen caravan. It can only be said to be an accident and a coincidence." The heart in his chest was beating violently, and he could only try his best to explain, because whether the other party believed it or not determined whether he could survive.

"We are not detrimental to the caravan, we just want to use the caravan to achieve other goals, but this time, unfortunately, we bumped into you, my lord." He raised his hand to show that he had no ability to resist.

Seeing that the figure in the darkness didn't reply, the infiltrator began to sweat on his forehead, his thoughts turned sharply, and he continued to explain.

"If you can, please bypass my life. I will go back and report to the organization. After that, all actions will avoid the Roentgen caravan you are in, and keep this matter a secret forever, as if nothing happened."

"I can swear that everything I say is true. The 'Fire Eye Warbler' organization I belong to has always paid attention to commitment and credibility, which has been seen in the southern border for decades."

"As long as you let me go, you will gain the friendship of 'Fire Eye Warbler'. We can provide you with information and know secrets that are difficult for ordinary people to find out."

"This is my badge, I would rather use this to contact our organization." He slowly lowered his left hand, took out a small copper-colored badge from the inside of his collar, and gently placed it on the ground.After doing all this, the infiltrator kept his hands raised again and waited quietly.

He has done his best, and whether he can survive depends on the destiny.At this point, he closed his eyes slightly, his body trembling slightly and waiting.

Lorraine Hill stood in the darkness, quietly looking at the man in the distance, constantly analyzing his words.

The staffing of the Roentgen caravan was not strong, and the value of the goods it carried was not high, so it really couldn't attract such capable assassins to attack.

While the possibility of lying cannot be ruled out, the person's words do have a high degree of credibility.

After a while of silence in the dark, Lorraine Hill slowly put away the sword.

After hearing the sound of the blade rubbing against the scabbard, the infiltrator relaxed and put his hands on the ground.

"Thank you, sir, for your mercy." He knelt on the ground and thanked him, then carefully took out the wound medicine from his bosom and applied it to the bleeding wound.

After quickly wrapping it up, he slowly climbed up while supporting the tree trunk beside him.

"Afterwards, you can take this badge to Ironhill City, and there is a bar named 'Black Pig' in the south of the city to find the bartender, and say that you want to drink some hot and cold wine. The bartender asks you what kind of wine you want. When the time comes, show this badge to him secretly, and he will know."

After saying this, he slowly retreated in the night.

After the infiltrator walked away, Lorraine Hill came to the grass, looked at the badge lying in the grass, picked it up, and looked at it slowly.

The main body of this badge is made of copper to look like a nightingale, and some special materials are mixed with it to make the copper surface dark red. Although it is not very expensive, it is also difficult to imitate.

Turning over the back, there is also a series of numbers engraved on it, which seems to represent some kind of special number.

"'Fire-Eyed Warbler', it seems that I have to ask other people carefully in the future."

Lorraine Hill put away the badge and returned to the camp.

Not long after, she came back to the bonfire. At this time, several people had finished eating the grilled fish. The bearded uncle was drinking wine from a small tin can. The young man was running and practicing his Transcendent Sequence. The mercenary used a knife to cut wooden branches, as if they were making arrow shafts.

"Are you back? It's been a long time since the patrol." The bearded mercenary waved his hand.

"Well, I went to the river on the way, and tried to catch fish, but unfortunately it didn't work." The girl shook her head and sat by the campfire again.

"Haha, this still depends on experience. Maybe it's much better if you bring a lantern. Some fish swim over just looking at the light, and just use a sword to hold it."

"I'll teach you next time." The uncle slapped the armor on his chest, and replied boldly.

In the night, several people patrolled in circles like this, and then the second group of people came to change shifts until late at night. After that, the night was safe and sound, and the sky gradually dawned.

Volume Chapter 85 Rust Black Bear

In the next few days, the caravan headed north all the way, along the mountain road, and slowly approached the castle where Viscount Morrow was.

Another afternoon, Lorraine Hill leaned against the carriage and took a nap with her sword in her arms. Recently, she has become used to sleeping on bumpy cars.

The convoy moved forward as usual, and several riders chatted behind the carriage.

"I'll be there almost tomorrow. I'm lucky in this mission. I didn't encounter any monsters or bandits."

"The number of monsters has decreased a lot in recent years." A rider expressed some emotion.

"Because of the war, the army of the Duke and the royal family swept the southern border several times, and naturally there are no powerful monsters left."

"But war is really not a good thing. An old friend I knew before. His village was looted by soldiers during the war. Later, he went to ask the local lord to uphold justice, but how dare the little lord offend the Duke and the officers of the royal family? I didn’t even dare to ask, and until now I still haven’t figured out which party robbed their village.”

"It's still safe in the town. At least there are churches, the Adventurer's Hall, or some neutral organizations. Those soldiers dare not go too far."

"In the future, I still have to talk to my family about moving to the city, so that it will be more stable. I don't think the southern border will be stable in the past few years."

"The masters of the empire will always find a way. Anyway, if they still count on collecting taxes, they can't just sit back and ignore these bandits."

"I hope, but I think the nobles are too busy to take care of themselves now."

A group of people were chatting, and suddenly there was a rush of whistles in front of them.

"What's going on?" There was a commotion in the convoy, and then there was a sound of footsteps and horseshoes, and the mercenaries accompanying the team also picked up their weapons and rushed forward.

A howl came from the front of the convoy, like rolling rocks, causing tremors.

Amidst the commotion, Lorraine Hill also opened the door curtain of the carriage, jumped from the back, and rushed to the front.

In the yellow-green mountain forest road, a big black bear was lying there. It growled lowly and walked around in small steps restlessly. Its black and red eyes looked at the human beings in front of it, and the smelly water slowly dripped from its mouth.

Although the black bear didn't stand up, its tall and strong shoulders were much higher than the carriage. Under the gaze of looking down, the row of armored mercenaries in front of the convoy was really not enough.

Race: Black Bear Evolution

Status: Hunger (nervous-aggressive)

Sequence: Original Sequence 5o Rust Black Bear (Evaluation: Ordinary Gold Rank)

talent:

Toughness [Ordinary]: The toughness of the muscles is improved, and the strength is enhanced. (Common in bear creature talents.)

ability:

[Rust Fur] (Excellent): During battle, the ability to harden fur greatly enhances physical resistance. (The ability attached to the extraordinary job agency, toughness +1)

skill:

【Slap Lv.4】【Bite Lv.2】【Patience Lv.4】

For a magical beast with a very ordinary talent, being able to advance to Sequence 5 is already its limit.Lorraine Hill looked at the black bear and looked at the evaluation given on the virtual screen.

"Everyone speak slowly, don't provoke it." Among the crowd in front, Miss Charlene shouted and directed them.

In the midst of the tension, everyone retreated in small steps with swords in hand, and the ropes on the carriage were also untied, so that the limp horse was separated from the carriage first, and then the carriage was slowly pushed back.

The black bear stared at the group of humans, growled from time to time, and wandered on its feet. It could sense that several people in front of it were not weak.Although it didn't find anyone stronger than itself, the number of opponents also made it a little unsure, and kept hesitating.

Seeing this group of people going back again, its belly made a trembling sound, like the howling of a ghost, which made many people in the caravan weak in their legs and feet.

Immediately, the black bear's pupils shrank, and it moved violently.

It trotted a few steps first, its hair stretched out, and it crashed into the crowd like a spike.

Several mercenaries with big swords and long spears swung down their weapons with all their strength. The sparkling blades slashed and pierced the red-black fur with a sharp sound, causing a long series of sparks, and then the wire-like fur was shattered The blade cuts.

But before these mercenaries had time to react, the giant bear's strong body directly slammed into it, like a truck driving at high speed, knocking the people who were blocking them upside down, shattering bones and internal organs, and spilling a burst of blood .

"Ahhh!"

Seeing that the black bear stopped and was about to slap the person lying on the ground to death with its bear paw, a figure raised its big sword high and charged forward with a roar.