Chapter 163 You Are Late

"At the original location of Green Cross Street, my lord." The militiaman said weakly: "They suddenly appeared, a group of women! Wearing armor, Mr. Marx thought they were survivors of some organization. Until they started attacking us! Manche Mr. Ni led Mr. Marx to retreat, if this child and his father hadn't appeared suddenly, I probably wouldn't have had the chance to escape and ask for help..."

The young man supporting the militia proudly raised his head, looked at the black-haired and black-eyed witcher curiously, pursed his lips, and did not speak.

"How is Mr. Marx's injury?" Knight Bart asked anxiously. As a knight, he had never seen a leader like Marx. Even if there was a glimmer of hope, he didn't want any accidents for Marx: "How many of them are there? "

The militiaman lowered his head in shame: "I don't know, my lord, I didn't see how many of them there were, and the brothers thought there was no danger. We were dispersed almost as soon as the other party launched an attack. I Saw Mr Marx being stabbed in the abdomen by one of the women."

Along the way, the corpses of mutants were almost everywhere. Everyone thought that the mutants had been wiped out. Including the knight Bart, the militiamen relaxed their vigilance. After all, they are not professional fighters, but civilians who hastily received training and went to the battlefield.

The wounded militiaman carefully looked at the wounded nuns everywhere, and said in a low voice: "My lord, the people who attacked us look similar to their equipment. But they give people a different feeling. They look a little more fancy, and they feel like like..."

The militiamen didn't know how to describe the enemies they met for a while, they looked like animal trainers who escaped from the acrobatic troupe.

"Are there many of them who have grown extra limbs? It seems that they are crazy, almost irrational?" Sister Celestine, the silent nun, walked to the side of the witcher, speaking in an unskilled manner. Way to ask the militia.

"Yes, that's right." The militiaman looked at Celeste, who was covered in blood, and there was a trace of pity in his eyes. The reason why he was willing to stand up and respond to Mr. Marx's call to become a The militia, because he didn't want his sister to have to use weapons to protect herself one day.

Looking at the girl in front of him who was about the same age as his sister, but who seemed to be used to being covered in blood, the militiaman felt that his choice was correct!

The militiamen's eyes didn't offend Sister Celestine of Silence. In fact, as a servant of the Witch King, no one dared to look her directly in the eyes for many years, let alone use such emotions as pity! Celeste had mixed feelings at the time.

The witcher looked around. There were wounded all over the place, making it look like a field hospital. He looked at Pastor Richard, as the local host, the church should also do something: "Master Richard, can you ask your people to take care of the wounded here, whether it is a nun or a witch, I think today There should be no more bloodshed, do the great Campas and his most fearless fighters agree?"

The passionate paladins behind Pastor Richard responded enthusiastically. In their eyes, the witcher is simply the greatest warrior in the world!

Dissatisfied, Pastor Richard flicked the butt of his cigarette in the direction of the witcher, and counted gold coins in a subtle way towards him. The witcher smiled slightly, and quietly pointed to the equipment called [Armed Arms of Faith] used by the silent nuns on the ground, and counted gold coins with his hands.

Pastor Richard slammed his fist heavily on his palm, expressing his agreement, and the witcher nodded in satisfaction. In an instant, two foxes, one big and one small, completed a dirty deal. The pure and fearless nuns are the biggest losers.

"Can you lead us to the place where they attacked?" the witcher asked the young man supporting the militiaman. He saw rough calluses on the young man's hands, which were the marks left by years of using weapons. In contrast, there are strong muscles on the boy's arms.

"Of course! I will take you there!" The teenager replied calmly: "My name is Carl, maybe you don't remember. But my family and I owe you a favor! My dad stayed there and I will take you there." Go back and find him!"

The young man named Karl leaned against the wall, put down the militiaman gently, and then walked in the direction he came from.

The witcher remembered the family he met when he first entered the lower city. It's hard to imagine that this seemingly mature and stable child once shot two crossbow arrows at him. Although the power is not great, the courageous and courageous character of the young man can be seen. Unexpectedly, it was the two of them, the witcher smiled.

"Be careful, it may be a trick to turn the tiger away from the mountain." The witcher left Li Yanlong, the knight Bart, his daughter, and the rest of the militia here, and whispered: "Take care of our witch, if there is anything in the church Mutation, don't worry about other things, bring the witch back to the camp!"

The paladins under Pastor Richard began to build simple defensive facilities around them. Apparently, he also considered the possibility of attacking east and west, while the priests began to simply bandage and treat the wounded.

Although the nuns complained, under the order of the silent nun Celestine, they still twisted their noses and accepted the help of the priests. Celestine stood beside the witcher with Sister Battle and all the Sisters who were still able to fight.

"Today, the battle between us is over." Celestine said: "But the nuns, must, alone, the traitor. The traitor must die! Missel? Brigitte, and by her All the bewitched sisters will be purified in the holy flame!"

The witcher nodded, agreeing: "I told you, we have a common enemy."

Young Karl is like the most seasoned hunter. In the ruined lower city, through the complex terrain, I found the place where the previous battle took place.

It was a crossroads, the fighting had long since ended, and the body of a militiaman was hung on a pole, swinging to and fro in the wind.

The dead militiaman was cut open with a sharp knife from the corner of his mouth to his cheek. The expression on his face was like a clown's smile. He opened his arms and faced the direction of the witcher and his group, as if welcoming them.

"You are late." The blood on the chest seemed to mock everyone again.

PS: I got a phonetic codeword software, I get used to it for a few days, and see if I can type faster than me~

PS: Thank you book friend x-on:南宫嘉朝 for your reward