Serious Witch's Travel Book

A Serious Witch's Travel Book Author: Conch Bay

"Introduction: Hunting and being hunted are the inescapable theme of this era.

The Great Khan from the East broke down the defenses of the old empire.

The Goths crossed the Danube and established themselves in Pannonia.

Vikings set sail on the peninsula and were active in every land that the cold winds of the bay touched.

And in Gaul on the other side of the Rhine, a new independent force is slowly growing——

They gather in the dark forests of Germania, from Bohemia to Bavaria, haunted by ghosts, in deserted places where no one visits.

At this time, she crossed the snow-capped mountains and stepped into this ancient and wild forest.

She is night watchman and black knight, thief and king, judge and alchemist.

She is a well-known master witch hunter, hunting those terrifying monsters that mortals cannot resist in the Black Forest; she is also a well-known witch hunter, because of her existence, the number of witches in the Black Forest is increasing year by year...

Her identity is various, but before her fame became a household name, this is what people called her:

"The Black Rose of Bavaria", "The Lady of the Black Forest", "The Lady and the Witch's Rider", strangers from the south of the mountains.

Gnicia. "

Section 1 Title Page An Unsatisfactory Opening

"Holy Grail? That can only be said to be an illusory, unfounded thing."

"To be honest, why do you want to pursue things that only appeared in the story? You are obviously capable of doing some more practical things, such as taking care of the strange ghosts around here - killing more and earning more A lot, I believe the lord here will be willing to pay more for the improvement of law and order..."

"Am I right, Lady of the Night's Watch?"

A gust of cold wind suddenly blew past, lifting the hood of the woman sitting in the carriage.

She subconsciously pressed it to her ear, but her misty black hair was still blown by the cold wind.

This is so beautiful.

The coachman couldn't help sighing in his heart.

Is she a human, or an elf?

The misty temples that spread like ink drops into water in the cold wind made the coachman instinctively think that she was a Roman girl, but her face shape did not match the coachman's usual impression, because no matter the cheekline or The chin and the lines on her face are a bit thinner than those of the common Romans. As a carriage trader who often travels over the mountains and deals with the Romans on the south side of the mountains, he is very familiar with those who grow on the warm inland sea coast. The appearance of the imperial people.

She is different.

She looked much slimmer than the Imperials, at least on the surface.

She has some, er, "fairy spirit", should I describe it like that?Well, in layman's terms, she really resembles what those people call a "Nymph", delicate and pretty, with some unearthly innocence... He only likes those elf druids who live in the oak forest I have seen similar temperament, this is not the same as the beauty and ugliness on the surface, understand? ...that's all.

But she doesn't have long pointed ears like elves.

Her height cannot be that of a stoneborn, and she can't see the characteristics of any kind of orcborn on her body. There is no obvious hair, no animal ears, and no horns; although the tail can be hidden, the coachman instinctively thinks that the orcs should It's not like she has such a noble air. It's not like he hasn't seen those Gothic young ladies before, and the difference is really far away.

The wheels ran over a stone, and the tall goods on the carriage shook a few times.The coachman instinctively reached out to grab a handful of ropes wrapped around wooden boxes and barrels, but he saw a pair of hands on it first——

A pair of white, slender, extremely soft hands.

They hung on the ropes, and relied on a slight drag to stabilize the skewed cargo.Even under the shadowy clouds, the black, oily old rope contrasted sharply with the white hands: it looked almost like a snow-white suet candle—forgive me, he That's all I can think of - put it on a few pieces of black charcoal... what a desecration of expensive luxury goods!

He even felt a sense of guilt for this, so he hurriedly yelled at the horse to slow down, turned his head and said dryly: "Let me do it ma'am, this is not suitable for you..."

"It's ok."

She spoke.

The voice was soft and weak, although the timbre suited her age, it didn't look like the voice of a woman holding a sword at all.Gentle, reserved, and clear, her voice is as melodious as the singing of birds on oak branches, and it also contains some strange magic power...

The coachman's words rolled in his throat, but he forced his obedience to spit out: "No, let me do it."

He grabbed the dirt-covered rope and tugged a little. Although the pile of things on the board barely moved, the driver could already feel that they were no longer sliding with the slope of the mountain road.

"Ma'am..." He hurriedly glanced at the night watchman, then lowered his head hurriedly, as if he had stolen something beautiful in that fleeting glance. "... Sit tight, the highest peak on this road is ahead."

The mountain road is actually spacious, but the slope also exists.

In front of a small mountain basin near Xuefeng, the carriage creaked up a section of the hillside. When the four wooden wheels were leveled again, the scenery in front of them suddenly became clear.

"Look! We can see what the mountain looks like!"

In order to alleviate the previous embarrassment, the coachman pointed at the distance with the long pole of the horse and shouted.

After turning over the mountains that blocked the line of sight, I saw the road to the future.

Between the snow peaks on both sides, a line of mountain roads meanders down, pointing to the far north. Below the mountain is a lush and vast forest. It seems that a line of lake light can be seen in the distance.

This is what the night watchman lady had seen about two hours ago.

Walking out of the bare cold stone and gravel on the high mountain, and suddenly seeing the lush green full of vitality, it is really refreshing, and even feels like a world away.

There is the Black Forest, or rather, the outskirts of the Black Forest.That was her first stop, and it was also the first task assigned to her by the "sages".

However, that's the end of it.

rustling...

"Are you going there?" Seeing the green again obviously made the coachman feel a lot better. This time, he pointed to the lake that seemed to be faintly visible and said to the lady: "Where is... Su... Zurich (Turicum)? ...Ah, that's right—it's the hometown of the white knights, so that's where you said..."

stomping on...

"Do you have any relatives there? There aren't many people there, maybe me and..."

Stop, please.

The woman who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke.

Her voice made the coachman instinctively stop the horse—but the latter didn't know what was going on here. He habitually looked around and became vigilant, but found that there were no special visions around.

So the coachman asked curiously, "Ma'am..."

"..."

The woman suddenly stood up from the cart.

She was quite tall for a woman, and the coachman thought she was about four cubits tall. When we were talking about the fare at the foot of the mountain, she seemed taller than himself.

What an amazing woman...

He clicked his tongue secretly, but no matter how envious she was of the "personal friend with an intimate relationship", the most important thing for him right now was safety.

Traveling alone, even in front of women, you can't take it lightly, let alone...

The opponent still has a sword.

She turned over and got off the cart, and touched her waist without any hassle.This lady of the night watchmen is wearing their signature costume - from head to calf, a thick dark gray cotton cloak that is enough to cover most of the body, and a neat five-legged cloak is pinned on the position between the left shoulder and the neckline. A side-shaped iron emblem, and a regular pentagram is drawn on it with a carving knife and red paint (Note 1).

This is the mark of the night watchman. It stands to reason that there will be no problem. Night watchmen are relatively well-behaved guys, but who can say for sure... The driver's hand calmly grabbed the back of the seat. They always put a waist knife and a bag of ashes within reach. After all, the Black Forest is not a hospitable place.

His movements were small, and he was covered by wooden boards, but the suspicious lady still saw through him. Before further communication, the driver saw the woman calmly but resolutely raised her left hand and hung it on her belt At the same time that the long and short swords were exposed from under the cloak, he suddenly felt a pain in his hand, and the thumb that was originally grasping the handle of the knife was pulled aside by a rough and invisible force.

He opened his mouth wide in surprise, but only had time to let out two vague and meaningless "ho--".

"Please be quiet, sir, lest it notice you in the first place."

Tread, clatter——

"What--!"

Halfway through the coachman's question turned into a cry of surprise.

A few pieces of gravel were kicked up by a powerful step, almost flying past his scalp.

And at the same time as the airflow rolled up by the stone passed by, the coachman felt a gust of wind pass by his hair that had begun to thin out almost in no particular order.

Something huge jumped over his head.

At the same time as he realized this terrible fact, a layer of hairs stood up on the back of the coachman's neck.

This kind of action, as well as such a sweeping power... can never be a "human".

After the shadow on the ground passed over his head, the coachman subconsciously looked in the direction where the owner of the shadow rushed towards.

His life was saved... though indirectly, he thought.The target of the huge beast was not him, but his companion, the Lady of the Night's Watch.

But when his eyes recovered from the dizziness caused by tension, most of his field of vision was covered by the dust rolled up by the giant beast, and he could only see the lady of the night watchman kneeling on one knee. On the ground, she seemed to roll away from the attack aimed at her.

Not an embroidered pillow, but really well trained.

Here her sword is unsheathed.

The coachman had sharp eyes, and he immediately saw that the lady was using a long sword.

According to the hunters in Lower Germany who often deal with witchers, the most common witcher is usually equipped with at least two swords.

A long, thick, and heavy sword with an elongated hilt for two-handed grip, it is commonly said to be silver-plated or coated with a special silver solution when required.The demons and ghosts in the Black Forest are generally afraid of gold and silver, especially silverware. This kind of holy metal, which seems to be given by the gods, can suppress the special abilities of those demonic monsters to the greatest extent, and can even leave traces on their skin and flesh. Burning wounds.

The other one will be slightly shorter, suitable for one hand, and it is a weapon used to fight with people - in addition to those cultists who are rampant here, in fact, robbers and even the army may also be included in the threat to the safety of demon hunters After all, in this terrible year that seems to fall on the holiest ground and sit on the shit, the lonely traveler has no confidence to say that he will not be blocked by strange people of the same kind .

And she used...

Sunlight flashed across the sword, and the bright light caused the coachman to instinctively blink his eyes twice.

Looks very valuable.

The blade of her sword is bright and clean, and the sun seems to inject power into it when it stays on it, making it look like a soft halo.And that's not all, there is also a layer of tiny blue text on her sword, although I don't know if it was printed during the forging, or written before departure, these words must have a certain meaning, that kind of Magic text.

A good-looking magic-forged weapon can be sold for hundreds of gold coins on the black market on the Roman border, enough to be equivalent to two or three healthy male slaves, and if it is successfully transported to Stuttgart below the plateau, its price It may cost thousands of gold coins—although the large and small independent territories and tribes in the Black Forest are not rich, but for the people living here, a handy weapon is definitely more important than anything else.

Perhaps a wonderful rich lady...?

Such thoughts flashed through the coachman's mind.

But when the aroused dust subsided and the figure of the monster that jumped down from a height appeared in front of the two of them, some distracting thoughts suddenly turned into panic.

A giant wolf standing on all fours and taller than a human belly.

Its eyes are red, and its gray-black hair stands upright like a hard iron cone. The fangs sticking out of the wolf's mouth and the sharp claws stuck in the ground fully prove that it is not a kind of auspicious beast that came here with good intentions. ...

Wolf monsters - the most common monsters in the Black Forest and the most threatening monsters to ordinary passers-by.

They generally refer to particularly large wolves, but generally speaking, wolf monsters are not much bigger than wolves, but this one far exceeds the physique of ordinary wolf monsters, and more importantly, the snow-capped mountains are not wolf monsters. range of activities.

There is a lack of food here, and no one would think that they would encounter such a big wolf monster on the top of the mountain above the snow line.

The driver's first thought was "Don't be afraid, there is a night watchman here."

And his second thought was, "Damn it, that's a woman..."

He didn't believe that the dainty-looking lady could actually do anything to save herself, even though she did see the crisis ahead of time.

Facing a possible villain, after all, he was no better than a giant beast, and he lost all courage for a while, even the finger that had just been twisted was shaking non-stop.

But in front of his eyes, the woman had already confronted the wolf monster.

Both humans and wolves are experienced and cunning fighters. The coachman was surprised to see that wolf monster was making a test—it pretended to charge, but it would avoid the target pointed by the blade before the real acceleration began. The night watchman lady is not ambiguous, she seems to have mastered the action mode of this wolf monster to a certain extent, or it all comes from her previous experience and knowledge; she always adjusts the long sword as small as possible According to the pointing, to save energy, and block the wolf monster's attack.

Who will win?

From a conscience point of view, he should wait, but after the coachman calmed down the frightened pack horse, he had the idea of ​​going first.

It was hard for him to believe that such a huge wolf monster could be dealt with by a single person. Although the woman possessed some magical powers, but...

The situation has changed.

The stalemate did not continue endlessly. After walking back and forth a few times, the wolf monster suddenly shrank back and flew towards the night watchman lady.

is an opportunity.Even the coachman saw the mystery.

This wolf monster is particularly huge. It jumped too high, and the height under its body gave way to half a person's height.It was probably too hungry, so it was determined to bite off the lady's head, but it probably didn't know that the flexibility of human beings far exceeded all its previous combat experience.

All it takes is a slide...and that lady did.

She didn't retreat but advanced, and before the wolf monster's pounce showed a downward trend, she approached it first. Afterwards, the night watchman lady's waist sank, and the leather boots on her feet also tilted accordingly, and her whole body moved with the center of gravity. Changing tilted backwards, and clenched the long sword in his hands, sending it towards the wolf monster's soft belly.

Everything happened too fast.

When the coachman regained his senses from the intense tension, what he saw was a large pool of blood spreading across the black gravel, as well as the long scar on the werewolf's belly.

It howled, angry and in pain.Its eyes stared straight at the stunned coachman and the restless pack horses, obviously, it didn't intend to just let it go.

The giant wolf remained vigilant, lowered its head and tore off another piece of meat.