Release that Witch - Chapter 311

[Chapter 310 The Pure One]

Mayne stood on an arched hillside, looking at the city in front of him from afar.

The last time I came here, Wolfheart City was far from what it is now – its walls were made of snow stone from the Kingdom of Eternal Winter, neat and white, like newborn fangs.

In just three months, it has completely changed its appearance. The damaged parts were filled with local black boulders, and the places that were too late to repair were put on wooden frames and baffles. With a touch of maroon.

From a distance, the walls look rough and grimy today, like the teeth of a weather-beaten wolf.

But compared to before, it looks more like the fangs of a predator—only after it has bitten the prey, it will make people more frightening.

The church’s army set up camp about five miles outside Wolfheart City. In order to prevent the Queen of Clear Water from dividing her troops to attack the old holy city, the scale this time was not as large as last time.

The Judgment Army and the Baggage Team each have 5,000 people, and the God’s Punishment Army has about 800 people.

But with top-secret siege weapons and the Purifier, Mayne has full confidence in conquering the wolf king’s lair.

“My lord, the “Siege Beast” has been placed in place, ready to attack at any time.

A priest ran to the top of the slope and reported to him.

“Where are the pure ones who control them?”

”

“Also ready.”

”

Mayne raised the observation mirror and observed the position of the “Siege Beast”—I saw two huge steel monsters lying in the field two miles away from the royal city, surrounded by baffles on both sides, and a straw shed on the top .

If you don’t look closely, it’s hard to notice the hideous and strange shape of this weapon.

Moving your gaze forward, you will see the formation of God’s Punishment Army. They are all transformed from the most devout believers of the church, standing straight and motionless in the autumn wind.

Only enemies who have fought against them will know the terrifying power of these extraordinary warriors.

It is a pity that they cannot act independently, and must fight through the orders issued by their commanders, and these commanders never appear in public in the church. Besides, no one knows their real identities.

“Very good,” Mayne nodded in satisfaction, “Go back to your position and wait for the attack horn to sound.”

“Yes, my lord.”

The next step is the Holy One under the pope’s crown.

Thinking of those two witches, he couldn’t help frowning. They were completely different from other witches raised by the church. Even in the march and battle, they still did their own thing.

If they were replaced by the pure ones under him, they would definitely have to accept the punishment of whipping, but in the position of the church, they were on an equal footing with the bishop, and Mayne could not instruct these two—the Pope only sent two pure people to “assist” Fight by yourself instead of letting them “follow” your orders.

However, he also understands that in order to completely eradicate hidden dangers, it is necessary to rely on their strength.

The bishop walked down the hill to a tent on the outskirts of the camp.

The door curtain was lifted, and as expected, the tent was empty.

“Where’s Zero and Isabella?” He asked the Judgment Army guarding the door.

“The two lords are interrogating the captives. They should be on the east side of the camp now,” the latter replied. “There is a flat open space, and you can see it when you walk over there. Do you want me to call them over?”

If you can They, I will not come here in person.

And it’s the captive game again… Aren’t they tired of playing it?

Mayne said with a sullen face, “No need, I’ll go and have a look.”

…

He quickly found the place the guard said.

I saw two women standing in the middle of the ground, one of them was leaning forward, and was sticking to the ears of the other three captives whose hands were tied behind their backs, whispering something, her expression was gentle and focused, her long white hair and the hem of her robe fluttered in the wind. Dancing like a flawless elf.

The other woman has a proud figure and golden curly hair, and she laughs crisply and melodiously from time to time.

“Let the judging army who are watching around leave this place immediately,” Mayne told the chief judge who was serving as the guard next to him. “The same is true for those who are in charge of guarding the prisoners. Tell them not to worry about this matter.”

“Obey.”

The blond witch also noticed the movement here, she greeted her partner, and then walked over quickly.

“My lord bishop,” the visitor said with a slight bow, “Why did you drive away the audience? The trial is about to begin.”

“Ms. Isabella,” he nodded in return. The attack is about to start, and it is meaningless to interrogate the prisoners at this time, and these people are just spies caught along the way, and they know very little information. If possible, I hope you and Zero can go to the front line immediately.”

“Don’t worry, Now that we are here, it is impossible to let go of an important enemy,” Isabella spread her hands, “As for the trial… I can’t stop her. Or, you can act as a spectator by the way, anyway, it won’t cost much A long time.”

“Same as before?”

“Well, the rules are basically the same,” she smiled, “Zero likes this kind of game the most.”

“Let’s start then.” Damn it, Mayne’s face was expressionless , but my heart was annoyed.

It is more appropriate to say that it is a trial game, but it is called cat and mouse.

The captives must escape from the area designated by the other party or defeat the witch in order to gain a chance of life—and this chance is extremely slim, but it is just a bait used to lure the mice to give it a try.

He dispersed the Judgment Army who was in charge of protecting and monitoring the pure, and this was the intention—this process was not fair at all, and the behavior of the other party was not in line with purity. If you watch it too much, I am afraid it will shake their faith in the church. Belief.

When I take over as the pope, I must teach them the importance of obeying orders.

At this moment, Zero had already untied the rope from the prisoner, and at the same time spread her hands, indicating that she was not carrying any weapons.

In front of the captive was a long sword, a scimitar and a light crossbow.

“Come on, fight or run, follow your heart,” she said with a smile on her face, her tone was still gentle, “Only the gods can make the judgment.”

One of them gritted his teeth, suddenly picked up the crossbow from the ground, and shot directly at the pure man who was close at hand. Then, no matter whether he hit or not, the other hand had already grabbed the long sword and slashed forward.

The whole movement was done in one go, obviously not the skill of the militiamen.

However, the blade didn’t cut anything, and the Pure stepped back two steps, easily avoiding the surprise attack.

When he raised his head, he couldn’t help being stunned, and saw that the crossbow bolt was bitten by the opponent, like holding a harmless branch.

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captive’s eyes widened and his hands trembled slightly.

Mayne could tell that the courage he had gathered with great difficulty was running out, and even if he continued to fight, there would probably be only the last blow left.

Sure enough, after hesitating for a moment, he roared as if venting, and raised his sword and rushed towards the unarmed woman.

But this blow was too blunt, even if he closed his eyes, Mayne could guess the result—in the short period of half a month he had been in contact with Zero, this pure person’s ability was simply bottomless, and she was not a superhuman , but has a fighting talent no less than that of an extraordinary witch.

This gift lies not in strength or resistance to blows, but in miraculous skill.

She’s a fearsome enough fighter even without using magic.

Jie Luo’s body turned slightly to one side, easily avoiding the opponent’s slash, and then those seemingly weak hands clamped the captive’s head, and with the help of his forward momentum, gently slid it.

There was only a light clicking sound, and the other party suddenly became limp as if all the bones had been taken out of his body.

She turned her head and looked at the remaining two, “It’s up to you next.”

[End of this Chapter]