I want to be a faded person for life

It is undeniable that this information is indeed very valuable to Xiangzi.

Putting aside the possibility that the imprisoned witch is Deng herself, even if the other party is "Witch Reina" or a strange magician, it is still worth it for Xiangzi to go there immediately.

This is to obtain the power called pyroxene magic.

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Xiangzi spent almost all the runes he had and bought a lot of useful supplies from Kale.

The girl rode on the back of the spirit horse and headed towards the direction marked on the map.

Before leaving, Currie drew an additional detailed map of the Post Street ruins and marked the location of the basement.

Kale did not charge any additional compensation for this.

"I have to thank him... I'll buy more things from Curry next time."

This place is already some distance away from the pass of Stonewell City, but the number of soldiers along the way has not decreased, but has tended to increase.

Fortunately, Shoko Toyokawa was wearing the badge given by Eric. In the eyes of these zombies, her current identity was a knight under Greg's command.

Those soldiers in red and green bucket helmets will not attack the girl. Instead, the ones who need to be paid attention to are the Kaidan cavalry wearing wolf-fur cloaks. These mercenary cavalry who wandered from afar have lost their minds and turned into zombies. They will not care about the identities of the living people passing by.

Xiangzi grabbed a broad-bladed saber from the Kaidan cavalry and rode his horse over the enemy's corpse.

The girl weighed the saber and decided to use it as her temporary backup weapon.

Although the witch's dagger is sharp, it is too short after all, and is difficult to use, especially in horse battles.

Xiangzi has always wanted to find a long weapon of comparable quality to the witch's dagger, but the weapons he snatched from the enemy would become blunt or break after a short time of use.

"This is the only way to go."

According to the map, the dilapidated building on the hillside ahead should be the abandoned Post Station Street.

Near the remains of the Post Station Street, there were several patrolling Kaidan cavalrymen, and not far away on the stone-paved road lay the bodies of two goblin warriors.

Their abdomens were pierced by huge iron stakes, but that was not a fatal wound, but a wound that had been left long ago.

Iron stakes and chains as thick as arms connected the huge carriage that had overturned on the ground. The two goblin warriors seemed to be just slaves pulling the carriage.

There were many servants wandering around the carriage. All the black iron boxes on the giant carriage were opened, and some human body parts were scattered around the iron boxes.

There are also special traces left by pyroxene magic here.

It looked like someone had used magic to wipe out an entire caravan and looted the cargo on the wagons.

The incident happened not long ago, and there is no sign of these zombies waking up again.

Chapter 22 I'm tired of red tape

Shoko Toyokawa completely ruled out the possibility that the witch imprisoned in the basement was Takamatsu Touma.

Because she really couldn't imagine Deng looting the carriage and killing all the soldiers.

In her opinion, the order of events should be like this: the unknown witch first looted the goods escorted by the mountain goblins and servants, and then was subdued by the reinforcements who came and imprisoned on the spot in the basement of the ruins.

The people who subdued her should be the Lost Knights and mercenary cavalry under Greg's command. As for why it has become the current state of neglect, it is probably because the [Evil Omen Demon] appeared in Stonewell, and the demigod Greg in the city has no spare energy to pay attention to the witch imprisoned in the basement of the post station.

"Could the person imprisoned here be Reina?"

Judging from the temperament the other party displayed that night, he didn't seem like the kind of bandit who would rob a convoy.

But thinking of the evil taste that the doll lady showed before leaving, the girl was a little unsure about this.

Xiangzi killed all the cavalrymen near the ruins one by one before he went up to the ruins alone, in order to avoid being trapped underground.

The girl covered half of her face with a wet cloth soaked in herbs. According to Kale, the carnivorous plants in the ruins would use poisonous mist, and there was indeed a green mist around.

"That should be it, right?"

Hiding in the corner, Xiangzi saw a large pink flower blooming in the center of the ruins. It was three or four meters tall, and the swollen spherical buds spewed out poisonous mist from time to time. Under the buds, there were more than a dozen wet and thick rhizomes twisting.

The dripping slime and the snake-like writhing appearance—they are the natural enemies of female knights.

Xiangzi had no intention of engaging in close combat with such a thing. Unless he had eyes on his back, it would be difficult to deal with more than a dozen roots attacking him from different directions at the same time.

Xiangzi used the blessing power residing in his eyes, took out an oil bottle the size of his head and threw it over the wall.

The snake-like roots exploded the oil bottle in mid-air, and a large amount of dark yellow turbid oil instantly splashed onto the pink petals.

Before the carnivorous plant named "Miranda" could react, Xiangzi had already climbed over the wall and fired three lit rockets.

In an instant, the big pink flower was ignited into a torch several meters high.

It twisted wildly, and its burning roots whipped the surrounding walls and ground, splashing countless pieces of rubble and bricks. Several smaller Mirandas were also beaten to pieces by its roots.

Xiangzi stood on the wall, weapon raised.

The entangled storm suddenly turned into a sharp blade, deflecting the roots that were attacking the owner, extending the sword's attack range and cutting spiral wounds on the flower bud.

The splashing green juice was also ignited by the flames. Miranda's juice was rich in oil. With the help of the strong wind, the fire not only did not go out but burned even more violently.

Suddenly, the bud of the big pink flower swelled up violently and unnaturally. Noticing this, Xiangzi immediately jumped off the wall and lay backwards.

Afterwards, a violent explosion swept through the entire ruins, and the air waves caused by the explosion caused the already broken walls to collapse in an instant.

After more than ten seconds, Xiangzi finally pushed away the dust and bricks on his back and stood up from the ruins.

She shook her head and covered it with her hands, but a sharp tinnitus still lingered deep in her ears.

"I didn't expect it to explode... Oops, will the basement collapse?"

Steaming fragments of Miranda flowers were scattered all around, with a few roots still struggling and twisting in the flames, and the fire was gradually dying out.

Xiangzi hurried to find the location marked by Curry - this was not an easy task, as the explosion destroyed the shape of the wall on the map.

Fortunately, she found the entrance to the basement not far from the remains of Dahua.

The basement was built quite solidly and did not collapse due to the explosion just now. As soon as Xiangzi walked down the stairs into the basement, he immediately jumped behind him like a cat.

A fierce blow from the darkness struck the spot where she had landed before, and gravel flew up and cut the girl's cheek.

The attack did not stop, and strong wind pressure followed. Xiangzi suddenly fell to the ground and let the black shadow sweep across the back of his head.

She immediately rolled on the ground several times to distance herself from the enemy in the dark, and then quickly took out the oil lamp.

As early as she heard from Kale that the witch was imprisoned in the basement, she was prepared for the possibility of encountering guards in such an environment.

A torch will occupy the hand holding the shield, so an oil lamp that can be hung on the waist is more convenient in battle.

The dim firelight illuminated the basement, and Xiangzi could see the enemy's figure clearly.

He was a very tall and strong jailer.

The jailer was shirtless but wore a gray-green cloak on his back, and only wore tattered mail below his waist.

The strangest thing is that the jailer wears a heavy helmet on his head that looks like a golden pumpkin and is more than one meter in diameter.

There seemed to be no openings on the front of the helmet, and it would be impossible to see anything while wearing such a helmet.

Xiangzi quickly took a few steps back, but the other party was able to turn accurately to his position every time - until she suddenly stopped all movements.

The jailer lost his target and looked around, shaking his heavy helmet.

I see—I really can't see anything, but I'm just used to the dark, so I'm so sensitive to sounds.

Xiangzi stood there without moving at all. If she moved, the metal armor plates on her body would inevitably collide with each other and make noises.

The girl shifted her gaze and looked at the weapon in the pumpkin-headed jailer's hand.

It was a wooden flail with a handle as thick as her arm, and the hammer of the flail was fixed by several circles of spiked iron rings.

It's a terrifying weapon. A brass shield would be hard to block a direct blow from the flail... so it can't be hit even once.

Now, using the Soul Summoning Bell will hear the location, and you need to create an opportunity to summon ashes.

Before she could act, the pumpkin-headed jailer took action first.

He swung the heavy flail wildly around him, stirring up wind and gravel with each swing.

Oops—there’s not enough space in the basement!

Cold sweat ran down Xiangzi's forehead. Given the opponent's size, such indiscriminate attacks would probably spread to all corners of the basement in no time.

We must create opportunities before Pumpkinhead. As long as we and the Ashes attack from different directions, it should not be difficult to win.

At this moment, Xiangzi suddenly had a bold idea.

A gleam of blessing flashed in her eyes, and the chain mail shirt that had always been with her suddenly disappeared, revealing her close-fitting underwear and safety pants.

Anyway, the thin chain mail shirt can't protect against attacks caused by blunt weapons. In this case, it is better to take it off. It can also avoid the noise caused by the collision of armor plates.

What surprised Xiangzi herself was that this behavior did not seem to bring her any shame. It was hard to imagine that she was a young lady who was being trained as a lady just a few months ago.

The girl moved carefully on the ground with her bare feet, so as to make as little noise as possible.

Sure enough, the pumpkin-headed jailer failed to capture her current location.

Xiangzi glanced at the pottery jar in the corner of the basement, then slowly took off the brass shield and threw it out with force.

"Wow--"

As the sound of the clay pot breaking was heard, Pumpkinhead immediately swung the flail towards the source of the sound, making an even louder noise.

Taking this opportunity, Xiangzi shook the soul-summoning bell vigorously.

The soul jellyfish Kulala and the only remaining wolf spirit immediately appeared in the smoke.

Chapter 23: The Perverted Female Knight and the Plaster-Headed Witch

The pumpkin-headed jailer fell into confusion, and the source of the sound in the basement instantly increased from one to three.

But no matter how many enemies are hiding in the darkness, he has only one thing to do - kill everything that makes a sound.

The jailer became manic and immediately targeted the enemy closest to him, the enemy who first made the sound in the basement.

Xiangzi retreated without hesitation, leaving the opportunity to attack to Kulala and Wolf Spirit.

The soul jellyfish immediately spewed out purple-red venom, but the basement was so small that there was no place to hide from the poisonous fog.

As spirits, Wolf Spirit and Kulala are immune to poisoning, and Xiangzi also wore a mask when dealing with the giant pink flower.

Enveloped in the poisonous mist, the jailer immediately began coughing inside his heavy giant helmet.

As expected, the helmet still had a ventilation hole somewhere, and breathing would inevitably poison him. This way, he only needed to buy time until the poison took effect to win.

The pumpkin-headed jailer certainly understood this. He knew that time was running out, so he continued to attack the enemy whose position he had already locked with all his strength.

The bell ringing was obviously a means of some kind of spellcaster, and spellcasters with fragile bodies were always the enemies that needed to be dealt with first in battle - the sudden increase in the number of enemies might also be related to this special invader.

As long as we can get rid of this mage, perhaps we can reverse the situation.

The jailer rushed towards Xiangzi like a mad rhinoceros out of control and there was no way to stop him head-on.

Seeing that the jailer was chasing his master, the wolf spirit immediately pounced forward, opened its mouth and bit the jailer's right wrist holding the flail.

Pumpkinhead, feeling the pain, straightened up and swung his right arm vigorously, trying to shake off the wolf spirit from his wrist.

good chance.

Xiangzi, who was almost forced to the wall, immediately rolled forward and slashed Pumpkin Head's armpit with his sword.

The storm-wrapped blade sliced ​​through flesh, failing to sever bone but leaving long, deep wounds.

The jailer's right arm suddenly limp, and blood spurted out like a faucet with a blocked outlet.

Very good, after the dominant arm was seriously injured, the danger level of this enemy has been greatly reduced, and the balance of the battle has been completely tilted because of this blow.

"Stop, you've already lost!"

The pumpkin-headed jailer didn't behave like a zombie, but rather a human being who still had consciousness. Xiangzi felt that there was no need to continue fighting to decide life or death.

"..."

Pumpkinhead didn't make any response. He suddenly turned his body and did something that the girl didn't expect.

The jailer raised his head high, causing his body, which was slightly hunched due to the heavy helmet, to lean back a little.

The pumpkin-headed jailer's muscles bulged, the veins under his skin twisted, and then he raised his head like a raised war hammer and smashed it down repeatedly!

"Varied--"

Xiangzi barely avoided the first headbutt, and only had time to block the second one with his saber.

"clang!!"

The saber broke on the spot, and the girl's body was smashed away, her back hitting the wall violently.