Mayne stood on an arched hillside, looking out over the city in the distance. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The last time I visited, Wolfheart was far from what it is now—its walls were made of the snow stones of the Eternal Winter Kingdom, neat and white, like newborn wolf fangs. In just three months, it had completely changed its appearance, filling in the broken parts with local black boulders, and putting wooden frames and baffles on the places that had not had time to repair them, and the blood that flowed soaked into the cracks in the stone, staining it a brownish red.

From a distance, the walls are now rough and covered with dirt, like the teeth of a weathered old wolf. It's more like a predator's tusks than it used to be—it's only after biting its prey that it's more terrifying.

The Church's army was encamped about five miles outside of Wolfheart, and in order to prevent the Queen of Blue Water from dividing her forces to attack the Old Holy City, this time the scale was not as large as the last time. The Inquisition Army and the Baggage Brigade each numbered 5,000 men, and the Divine Punishment Army numbered about 800 men. But with top-secret siege weapons and the Pure, Mayne has full confidence in conquering this wolf king's lair.

"Lord Bishop, the siege beasts are in place and ready to attack. A priest ran to the top of the slope and reported to him.

"What about the purifiers who control them?"

"Also ready. ”

Mayne held up his lookout and surveyed the location of the siege beasts—two huge steel beasts lying in a field two miles away from the royal city, surrounded by baffles on both sides and topped with straw huts. If you don't look closely, it's hard to notice the hideous and strange shape of this weapon.

Moving his gaze forward, there was a procession of the Divine Punishment Army, all of whom had been converted from the most devout believers of the Church, standing straight and motionless in the autumn wind. Only the enemies who have fought with them will know the terrifying power of these transcendent warriors. Unfortunately, they are unable to act on their own and must fight through orders from their commanders, who never appear in public in the Church, and when they fight, they are disguised as members of the Divine Punishment Army, mixed in the ranks, and no one knows their true identities except the three bishops and the Pope.

"Very well," Mayne nodded in satisfaction, "go back to your position and wait for the horn to blow." ”

"Yes, sir. ”

Then there is the Pope's Purity.

He couldn't help but frown at the thought of those two witches, they were very different from other witches who had been raised by the church, and even when they were marching and fighting, they still went their own way. The Purity under his own command must be punished with caning, but in the Church they are on an equal footing with the Bishop, and Mayne cannot direct these two men—His Holiness the Pope only sends two Purifiers to assist him in the battle, not to make them fight at his command.

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 curtain was lifted, and unsurprisingly, the tent was empty.

"What about Jero and Isabella?" he asked the Inquisitors guarding the door.

"The two lords are interrogating the prisoners, and they should be on the east side of the camp now," the latter replied, "and there is a flat clearing to be seen there." Do you need me to call them over?"

If you could have called them, I wouldn't have been here myself. And it's a captive game again...... Haven't they gotten tired of playing yet?" Mayne said with a calm face, "No need, I'll go over and take a look." ”

......

He quickly found the place the guards had said.

I saw two women standing in the middle of the flat ground, one leaning forward, and was leaning forward and pressing into 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 corners of her robe dancing in the wind, like a flawless elf. The other woman had a proud figure and curly blond hair, and from time to time she let out a crisp and pleasant laugh.

"Let the inquisitors who are watching around leave this place at once," Mayne commanded the presiding judge who was serving as a guard, "and so are those who are in charge of the captives, so that they should leave this matter alone." ”

"Yes. ”

The blonde witch also noticed the commotion, and she said hello to her partner, and then walked over quickly.

"Your Excellency," said the visitor, bowing slightly, "how did you drive the audience away? ”

"Lady Isabella," he nodded in return, "and there is no point in interrogating the captives as an all-out assault on Wolfheart is about to begin, and these are just spies caught along the way, and they know very little information. If you can, I want you and Jero to rush to the front right away. ”

"Rest assured, since we are here, it is impossible to let go of an important enemy," Isabella said, spreading her hands, "as for the trial...... There's nothing I can do to stop her. Otherwise, you can be a spectator by the way, and it won't take long anyway. ”

"Same as before?"

"Well, the rules are pretty much the same," she smiled, "and that's what Gello likes best." ”

"Let's get started. "Damn, Mayne had no expression on her face, but she was annoyed in her heart. It is better to call it a game of judgment than to call it a cat and mouse. The captives must escape from the range or defeat the witch in order to gain a chance of survival, which is extremely slim, but it is a lure used to lure the rats into fighting hard, which seems to be easy to do, but in fact it is out of reach.

This is also the purpose of his dispersal of the Inquisition, which is responsible for protecting and monitoring the pure—this process is not fair and just at all, and the behavior of the other party is not compatible with purity, and if he sees too much, he may shake their faith in the Church.

When he takes over as the Pope, he must teach them the importance of obeying orders.

At this time, Jieluo had already untied the ropes from the captive, and at the same time spread her hands, indicating that she was not carrying any weapons. In front of the captives lay a long sword, a scimitar, and a light crossbow.

"Come, fight or flee, follow your heart," she said, her tone still gentle, "only the gods can decide." ”

One of them gritted his teeth, suddenly picked up the crossbow from the ground, and shot directly at the Pure One who was close at hand, and then, regardless of whether he had missed or not, the other hand had already grabbed the long sword and slashed forward. The whole action was done in one go, and it was obviously not the skill of the militia.

However, the blade didn't slash anything, and the Pure One took two steps back, easily dodging the assault. When he raised his head, he couldn't help but be stunned, only to see that the crossbow bolt was bitten in the mouth of the other party, as if it was holding a harmless branch.

Jay spat out her crossbow bolt and smiled, "Please continue." ”

The captive's eyes widened, and his hands trembled slightly. Mayne could see that there was not much courage left for him to gather so hard, and even if he continued to fight, it was estimated that only the final blow would be left.

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

But this blow was too blunt, even with her eyes closed, Mayne could guess the result - in the short period and half of contact with Jieluo, the ability of this pure person is simply bottomless, she is not an extraordinary person, but she has a fighting talent no less than that of a transcendent witch. This talent is not in strength or resistance to blows, but in the skill of the gods.

Even without using her magic, she is a formidable warrior enough.

Jieluo's body was slightly sideways, easily avoiding the opponent's slash, and then the seemingly weak hands clamped the captive's head, and with the help of his forward momentum, gently took it away. only heard a soft click, and the other party seemed to have been drained of the bones of his body, and suddenly collapsed.

She turned her head to look at the remaining two, "It's your next turn." (To be continued.) )