Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva!.

Chapter 641: Conversation by the Fire on a Snowy Night
The heavy horse hooves stepped on the snow, leaving small potholes. The saddles and various accessories carried collided with each other while running, making crisp sounds, and they quickly passed through the snow-covered forest.

Outside the Stone Forest Fortress, groups of people from all sizes gathered together. Most of them were riding horses, carrying weapons, and had different clothing and races.

The iron chain was pulled slowly, and the main gate of the fort opened. Teams of neatly arranged soldiers walked out. These soldiers were wearing uniform armor and holding bayonets and muskets. They were the standing armed forces in the fort, and there were probably several hundred of them.

After these warriors came out, the open space under the castle became a little quieter. Then the high-ranking Gray Feather Clan members who were the rulers of the castle came out and announced the gathering of everyone today.

Following behind the gray-feathered man riding a tall horse in front, Tilan was also wearing a black cloak and hood, riding a horse behind the team.

After standing on a small hill in the open space, the leader of the Gray Feather Clan raised his hand, and the people behind him gradually stopped. Then they rode forward and glanced at the members of the settlement present.

These were fighters from the settlements near the fortress. Some had dozens of them, some had only five or six. All in all, there were hundreds of them. Their number was slightly more than those inside the fortress, but their quality was very uneven.

"Everyone, we are gathered here today to eliminate the savage unrest in the east. Unlike usual, this time it is not just a single savage migrating and destroying the land, but there are other intelligent creatures leading them. If we don't eradicate them, they will expand further and threaten our living space."

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"For the safety of Stone Forest Fort and the settlements where you are, this operation is imperative. Please follow me."

After explaining what happened, none of the settlement members present looked overly surprised, probably because they had heard some rumors before. The leader of the Gray Feather tribe then divided the team into eight groups and searched and cleared the area along the routes drawn on the map. If they encountered any difficulties, they would immediately send a signal to ask other teams for help.

Then the gathered combatants began to move, and Heshia remained on horseback until most of the people had left.

"In the next few days, Miss Heshia, please join us and rescue the wounded we meet on the road." A few minutes later, the leading gray-feathered stud rode over. He looked thin, but very energetic.

"Yes." Heshia nodded slightly. The rescue work was not difficult for her. She was just curious about what happened in the east. The series of things she had encountered recently seemed to be related to that place.

"Then let's set off too." As he said this, the leading gray-feathered man raised his whip and waved it in the air, gathering the remaining hundred or so people, and then rode down the mountain.

Two days later, the group arrived at the easternmost settlement of Shilin Mountain Fortress.

Along the way, Heshia followed the team and saw more than a dozen settlements of varying sizes. Some of them were hidden in the forest, some hid in caves, and some dug pits to live underground. The races they saw were also of various forms. Some were similar to humans, with only a few minor differences in features. Some were only one-third the size of humans and looked like children all their lives. Some had only the most rudimentary spears and wooden armor, while others were equipped with rifles and bulletproof vests. Their living environments also varied greatly.

When passing through these settlements, the team would stop for a while. The leading gray-feathered species would talk to the members of the settlement, asking them about their recent situation and surrounding intelligence, and then draw on the map to determine the movement trajectory of the invading force.

They did not encounter any battles along the way, but it was different for other branch teams. Two teams encountered a small group of savages and defeated them easily. One team encountered a more dangerous enemy team. After the battle, both sides suffered injuries. Two of the more seriously injured were sent to Heshia.

Standing in the makeshift wooden tent, Heshia held a lamp and watched the injured members. He had several gunshot wounds on his chest and shoulders, which looked serious, but the bleeding would be stopped and his life would not be in danger for the time being. But the one next to him was different. A wound so deep that the bone could be seen ran diagonally down his shoulder. A normal person would have died long ago.

When facing serious injuries, the Gray Feather species will enter a dormant pupae state, which is why he was able to survive.

When he was brought in, his body was covered with a thin layer of yellow pupa shell. Even though his blood and internal organs were damaged, they were protected by the liquid in the pupa shell and prevented from being exposed and further deteriorating, which saved his life.

After two hours of surgery and healing, Heshia put down the forceps and scalpel, took off her gloves, and walked out of the tent.

"Thank you for your hard work, Miss Heshia." Sigmund, who had been waiting for a long time, thanked her and then asked about the situation.

"His life is saved, but many of his internal organs are damaged and failing. He needs extra careful care and recovery," the girl replied.

"Looking at the wound and the remaining magic power, the opponent is at least a Sequence 4 Beyonder. Are there many people like this?"

"Very few. Currently, there are only a dozen high-level extraordinary people above Sequence 4 in the vicinity of Stone Forest Fortress, and they all have names." Sigmund recalled.

"According to their description, this time they encountered an opponent who used a stone axe, wore a bone helmet, and was covered in thick fur. We guess they are from an unknown tribe in the mountains in the north east." Sigmund said as he unfolded the map he carried with him and showed it to Tilan.

The mountain where Shilin Mountain Fort is located is the edge of a north-south mountain range. This broad mountain range extends to the north and east. There is relatively little pollution on the mountain range. This is because the toxic particles from the pollution at that time were mainly accumulated in the lower atmosphere. The lower the altitude, the more serious the pollution.

“Therefore, most of the settlements and strongholds of intelligent life on this land are built on the mountains,” Sigmund explained.

"A large area of ​​land in the east is wilderness. Only in the areas near the northern mountains are there settlements and strongholds where intelligent creatures may gather."

"So, you should have some idea." The girl nodded.

"Yes, the leader, Ge Wen, has begun to gather the scattered teams."

After spending a relatively peaceful night, the next day the team that Heshia followed headed north, and other teams that had been separated began to join them along the way.

On the evening of the third day, in an open space in the mountains near the hills, all the approximately 800 people who had been dispatched this time gathered. They gathered around several huge bonfires, cooking dinner. Various conversations and footsteps also made the night noisy.

Sitting in separate tents, Heshia and Orles sat together, teaching each other some relatively complex theoretical knowledge, and opening her hands, a model of the Aigeka imprint with light spots moving back and forth appeared, allowing Orles to slowly understand.

"I understand this." After a long lecture, Orlais nodded to indicate that she understood it.

Although she had forgotten many things, she had muscle memory for many things. Besides, Orles was smart and learned quickly.

"Okay, let's stop here today. Do you want to go out for a walk?" Tilan dispersed the floating model light.

"No, I'm sleeping." Ores didn't like the noisy environment outside, especially the fact that many members had body odor, which made Ores, who had obsessive-compulsive disorder, even more unwilling to get close.

"Then you go to sleep first. I'll go out and take a look." After covering Ores with the blanket, Tilan touched her cheek and then stood up.

In the darkness of night, a group of people were roasting food around a campfire, some were humming unknown songs, and others were beating the rhythm.

Among them are new races that are as thin as bones, and new races that are tall and sturdy with horns on their shoulders. They each have different talents. Even if they do not systematically learn extraordinary knowledge, they can obtain some extraordinary abilities through the instincts in their genes. "That day, after I met the savages, I jumped up, glided to the back of the enemy's formation, and rushed towards the leader. The other party was obviously frightened and ran away screaming, and a few savages stopped me."

"I chopped down several thick-haired savages and chased them for more than a hundred meters on the ground. Only then did they dare to turn around and fight me."

"At that time, I used the triple-axe attack and chopped off one of his arms, but this guy was not simple. He was sweating all over, and then even his breathing was like steam. When he fought back, he chopped me down with a knife and almost chopped me off with the axe. I saw that the situation was not right, so I dodged several times. He was also exhausted and could not catch up. He could only watch me leave calmly." A thin man with simple wings on his back boasted beside the fire.

Standing not far away, Tilan also listened to the other party's description and guessed the enemy's race.

"Miss Heshia, are you interested in these?" A gray-feathered man came over. He looked to be in his 30s, wearing a dark coat. His gray-blue eyes turned and looked at the thin man who was boasting not far away.

"He actually has the blood of our Gray Feather Race, but it is very thin. Only the pair of wings on his back can barely show the characteristics of the Gray Feather Race. As for the enemy and opponent he mentioned, it should be the 'Boiling Blood Race'. This new race is extremely resistant to high temperatures, but I didn't expect it to appear in this land."

"In the past few days, I have seen many new races with various abilities. What I am more curious about is that it seems that only a small number of people have abilities inherited in their bloodline."

"Yes. Most of them overlap and contaminate each other's genes during reproduction, which results in their inability to express their abilities. This type of people accounts for a large proportion, and their genes are therefore very unstable. They are called 'hybrids'. In the native natural world, hybridization generally has advantages, but the genes of new races are carefully designed. Once disrupted, the original advantages cannot be expressed and instead become disadvantages."

"Currently, the more prosperous races all have the custom of marrying within the race, which is also the foundation for maintaining their strength."

"I'm actually quite curious about what race Miss Heshia is. You don't seem to have any particularly obvious features." When the other party said this, a hint of inquiry flashed in his eyes.

It seems that this person is also a research fanatic. The genes of the gray-feathered people seem to have a tendency to love knowledge, Tilan thought to himself.

"I...actually, I don't know much about my true life experience. I only know my mother's background." The girl said some truth and looked into the distance.

"I used to spend a lot of time looking for the answer, but there was no very clear answer. Later, I felt relieved. Is the essence of a person defined by oneself or by blood? I think it should be the former, so I stopped worrying about it."

"Miss Heshia's ideas are very philosophical, and I quite agree with them. It's a pity that there are fewer and fewer people in this land who understand philosophy and truth. Most lives just follow their instincts."

"When I was a child, I also wondered what the final outcome of such a chaotic and decadent world would be." He also thought of the past.

"Oh, what's your answer?" Tilan also turned her head at this time, curious about the thoughts of the local gray-feathered people.

"Of course I couldn't think of it at the time. I thought the world would eventually end, and all life would die due to the spread of pollution, and in the end only creatures without any sense or reason would be left."

"On the one hand, I occasionally feel that there should be a powerful force or individual that will rise up and reunite the entire planet, then begin to govern and eliminate all past problems, and finally return to the galactic space."

"The latter idea is quite fascinating, just like all the great beings in history. But as I grew older, I began to realize that this was such a daunting task. Apart from other things, there were many problems in managing a settlement of less than 50 people. The living habits of the new races were very different. Their respective food preferences, daily routines, and behavioral habits all needed to be carefully adjusted to adapt to each other."

"Faced with such difficulties, I tried many times, but finally gave up and sent them to their own tribes, and then maintained a single-race settlement."

"If someone can finally unify the entire planet, I think he will be the leader of a single race. Such a victory and great moment means that other races will be completely eliminated and suppressed."

"It's a very pessimistic idea, isn't it? But my reason tells me that this should be the fact. If you want to pursue the truth, you must always pay attention to objective facts."

"So, later on, I gradually felt that maintaining the status quo was not a bad idea. Without such a 'great man', we, a small and scattered race, could continue to survive."

"What do you think, Miss Heshia?"

"Me..." The girl sighed and looked up at the starry night sky above her head.

"I think what you said is indeed correct. When there are more and more members under management, it becomes increasingly difficult to maintain a balance. Everyone has their own ideas and thoughts, and they all think they are right."

“Do you want to respect every opinion and idea? That’s bound to be full of conflict, mutual consumption, and endless fighting.”

"But if you make decisions completely arbitrarily, you will gradually lose the support of the general public, and eventually the whole society will be torn apart, and resistance and tragedy will still occur."

She paused.

"I used to be very afraid of making mistakes and didn't dare to offend anyone. I always wanted to be a good person in everyone's eyes, but the result was that I had no persistence and no respect, and everyone thought I was easy to bully."

"In fact, people's personalities are not static, and neither are their thoughts." She looked at the flickering flames not far away.

"As I get older and gain more experience, I start to change."

"But after thinking and reflecting many times, I finally decided to follow my childhood thoughts and become a kind person."

"However, this kind of kindness is not blind obedience or compromise. What I hope is that even a weak person can gain living space and dignity in a fair environment."

"What if someone disagrees with my ideas? What if someone insists on destroying the world I want? What if someone does something in front of me that I cannot tolerate?" Tilan closed her eyes slightly.

"I have decided that if I want to be a kind person, I must maintain this beauty with firm and strong beliefs."

"Punishment is necessary. Killing is always the last resort, but it is a means that cannot be lost." Her mind flashed through the countless fireworks and lives that had been destroyed in space not long ago.

If she and Blanche were to switch places, would she do the same thing? The answer is yes.

Life is precious, but if you keep compromising for your life, then your life will become dull and lose its color.

(End of this chapter)