Release that Witch

The blade cut cleanly into the armor, and the blood spattered from the gap, like a tiny red line. Eight)

The recruiter unexpectedly did not scream, but clenched his teeth and grabbed her hand holding the sword, as if to fight for opportunities for his companions.

Unfortunately, he ignored the huge power gap between the two.

On the seventy-sixth, he easily broke away from his grip, and pulled out the sword while kicking him out.

The place that was kicked was like a blunt blow, and the whole armor was smashed. The knight spit out a **** foam and slammed on the ground without sound.

It seems that it is still convenient for his own fists. On the 76th, he swept his eyes and only collapsed to fill the gap with his sword. He simply threw it aside and directly rushed to other people with his bare hands.

The stalker instantly became a prey.

She leaped high and swam away on the clumsy knight's shoulder. Every time she fell on the top of a person's head, she gripped the helmet with her feet. The body could rotate the circle with inertia and heard the crisp sound of the cervical spine. Before the opponent fell, she had left her feet and jumped to the next enemy.

Compared to the light movement of the 76th, the Cavaliers' counterattack and avoidance are no different from a wooden stake.

If it doesn't fall to the top of the enemy's head, then there is nothing, whether it is to use the strike joint to make the enemy lose balance, and then make up a fatal foot, or rely on the body to lure the opponent, let them cut the edge of the front and back, on her teammates, to her It’s all very easy.

"This is impossible!"

"Damn monster!"

After several rounds of play, the Cavaliers have already had their enemies unable to use common sense, not only infinitely powerful, but also know all about swordsmanship and melee combat. They are completely skilled and old-fashioned warriors. I can't connect with the 20-year-old woman in front of me.

"You all give me away!"

With a loud drink, Sir Rogan rushed into the crowd, pulling up his forefoot and stepping on the 76th.

Others quickly helped seal the gap and tried to trap her.

On the 76th, he picked up his mouth and did not retreat. He raised his hands and caught two horseshoes. The horses screamed long, but their bodies were not moving.

Then her move made everyone unable to believe that their eyes only saw the jazz and the mount were lifted off the ground by her, and then swept to the surrounding knights. The person who was hit was slightly vomiting and vomiting blood, but he was killed on the spot. The Jazz himself was naturally the worst one. After being knocked down from the horse, the body had been twisted into an abnormal shape.

The surviving chasers have collapsed.

They turned over and rushed out of the place, hoping to stay away from the monster as far as possible, but on the 76th it is clear that they will not give them this opportunity.

Once the enemy gives up resistance, it is no different from the slaughter.

......

By the time of the 76th, all the traces of the battle were processed, and the sky was completely dark.

The knight's body was thrown into the farmland not far away, and the basic cover was made with the sprinkled wheat straw. Although it is sooner or later, the witches should also be evacuated into the gray fort.

She plunged into the most luxuriously decorated carriage, and opened the cushion that was about to lie on her daily routine, carefully taking out a magic stone ring that bursts with colorful light from the cushion. Even in the faint moonlight, you can see that there is a cluster of cyclones in the crystal-clear interior.

After carefully checking the ring, on the 76th, he carefully collected it into his arms, re-paved the cushion, and lay down on his back.

After that, she rushed to the next village without delay, and hired a driver to send herself to the gray fort.

They may not wait too long at the border, or even stay for a day, but as long as the destination is the gray castle west, she will see the witches one day.

Looking at the stringy moon outside the window, the 76th can not help but sigh.

More than four hundred years have passed, and the federation that once controlled the vast land of the earth is like a dust, and the only thing that has not changed is the starry sky in the night.

Only when she looks up at the sky, she can produce a feeling that she is still alive. She does not live on the ground, nor does she live in the present after the disappearance of the federation, but the holy city of Tacchi that lived four hundred years ago.

The prosperous witch empire.

The road to escape after that... is no longer alive.

Supporting her persistence, there is only one hope of awkwardness.

......

"How is it, how does it feel to change back to the female body?" Someone asked, "Is there a kind of feeling to be back again?"

She took a deep breath and tried to move her wrists and ankles. "The distance is getting shorter."

"Of course, because this body is relatively short, too thick is not suitable for you to serve those mortals," the voice chuckled. "There is very little female gods, and you should not pick and pick." ."

"It's also important to have looks and age," another person interjected. "If the aesthetics of mortals haven't changed dramatically, how can the body that looks like no difference from a man have someone to ask? It’s a bad appetite. Do not believe that you look at Elena, she would rather have a male body, and do not want to pick a defective product."

"Yeah, this is your best thing for everyone."

"You know what I mean, Pasha," she looked up helplessly, looking at the huge sarcoma that twisted the tentacles toward the top of the hole. "In this way, I have to practice again to control the limbs, from sewing to swords. Every action takes time to break in."

"It doesn't matter," a tentacle fell down and poked her forehead. "The only thing we don't need is time."

......

"Why do we have to deal with mortals?" Aer's immersed in the hot magma, blowing out a series of bubbles to show dissatisfaction. "Can't you bring the witch here to test the talent?"

"Are you sleeping for too long, and your mind is confused," Pasha replied. "Now it’s not more than four hundred years ago. It’s better to catch one or two. Are you going to grab hundreds of witches into the mountains? I don't want to be considered a monster by these younger generations."

"That can also let the witch perform this task? Don't forget that these bodies that can move around are all enemies of witches."

"Before she has to believe in us completely, she has to have the ability to protect herself. Where can we find someone like this? Now that mortals have taken over the world outside, we have to deal with them sooner or later like the first battle of gods. The time is like the light."

Pasha paused and pointed out a tentacles pointing at her. "What do you think?"

She played a sword flower, threw a long sword, and then tilted her body so that the falling tip of the sword fits into the scabbard. "How can I do it... as long as I can reproduce the glory of Takira."