She Is Not a Witch

"It's not a witch (!

At dawn, there were no standing halberd mercenaries in the city.

The dark town and the scattered teams gave Jenna the opportunity to defeat them individually. Her agile action combined with the sharpness of the weapons in her hand can enable her to quickly slay these enemies, and then retreat before the enemies close together. Then attacked again.

After midnight, most of the halberd mercenaries began to flee and leave the town, and the remnants of the previous bow hunters also took advantage of this to pursue them. With such a combination of inside and outside, the ownership of this town returned to the bow hunters. Hands.

"May I ask your name?"

The bow hunters bowed and thanked the girl in the blood-colored robe, and then asked.

"It's not convenient for me to say." Jena shook his head with his face covered, her father was still in the city of beacon.

These people glanced at each other, and then gathered together to form a bag of gold coins. Depending on its size, there were probably more than 50 coins.

"Since you refuse to say, then we will not force it. Please accept this to show our gratitude."

Most of the bow hunters are locals, and they still have some foundation in the local area.

Jena shook her head, and then said: "The money is no longer needed, I want to learn something from you."

"Please ask."

Several people invited the girl to sit down in a room, and one of them asked others to bring a brand new cloak.

"Do you need to change it?" he reminded.

At this time, Jena noticed that her cloak was already full of blood stains, she nodded to take it, untied the slightly heavy cloak, and put on the black cloak again.

"Can you tell me about your bow hunting faction's situation and plans? I was not in Black Rock before, and I just came back recently."

"This... I can't tell outsiders at will, but now that you asked, we can say a little bit of something that is not very confidential."

Jenna nodded.

"Nowadays, Lord Tefera of the Bow Hunting faction is summoning warriors in Valley City to prepare to counterattack Beacon City. In addition, the elders' associations in various places are also organizing militias to resist the invasion of the halberd faction."

"Are you sure you can lay down the beacon city?" Jena spoke again. She had entered the beacon city. Now there are at least 80,000 halberd allied forces there. Although they are scattered under different giants, they are still powerful forces.

"Perhaps the big men above are confident, but many of us have just escaped from the city of beacon, and we don't hold any hope for this." Several people smiled bitterly.

"We are not afraid of the mercenaries of the halberd faction. After gathering the hunters in the mountains, we also have skilled combat power here, but the black steel weapons are not comparable to the long bow."

"Black steel?"

"Yes, you may not have seen it. In fact, we have seen it for the first time. It is a special weapon provided by the Southern Frost Rose."

"Just buckle a certain mechanism, and a round metal bullet will be fired, piercing through the steel armor. Besides, there are even more special individuals in it."

"Those mercenaries call it the magic crystal spear, and its power can even penetrate rock walls."

"Although the number is not large, the deterrence is too great on the battlefield. Most people simply don't have the courage to fight with that kind of weapon."

Listening to the descriptions of these people, Jena remembered that when she visited the North Tower College a long time ago, there were similar things in the alchemical creations displayed in it. Unexpectedly, it has been implemented on a large scale now.

The world is constantly changing just like what my father said, and Frost Rose, with such a powerful force, would definitely not be content to be a part of it. As long as they are behind the scenes, there will be no peace in the Principality of Black Rock.

They need this country to contain Crancia in order to facilitate their southern battlefield.

The tree wants to be quiet and the wind keeps blowing. She sighed in her heart. Even if she can find a way to change the country, there is no environment for implementation now.

After learning more about it, Jena also learned more about the situation of the Bow Hunting Sect.

"Why is there such a big conflict between bow hunting and halberd?" She wanted to know how people here view this issue.

"It can't be reconciled," said a middle-aged man with gray hair next to him, with a big ax on his back, his face like a knife cut, weather-beaten.

"This is the place where we have lived for generations. Every lake and field has an owner. The mercenaries who have returned are naturally unwilling to spend money on food and other things from us, and they have also lost their past. The source of income is naturally to fight and make trouble."

"It's the same as the wild wolf in the mountains eating rabbits when they are hungry. There is nothing to say."

"You expect them to settle down. It's impossible. They are not stupid. They have murderous weapons in their hands, so naturally they have the courage."

"These people are accustomed to killing outside, and they have been infected with a lot of bad habits of burning, killing and looting. Don't expect them to have a conscience at all."

"To deal with such scumbags, why should we give them a good impression."

Jena listened quietly, recalling that she had asked the mercenaries under her father in the city a few days ago. It was the same question, but the answers they gave were different.

"We are desperate to make money from outside, they don't have to do anything, sit on the ground and set the price. Seeing that we are a small number of'outsiders', they sold so expensive and snatched the hard-earned coins from our hands. We rely on it. What should be cheaper for these people."

"Moreover, they are the majority in the local area, and many of the mercenaries who come back are not only unpopular with the locals, but there are also all kinds of rejection and bullying."

"There is also that old elder society, it is a group of local stubborn old people who use various rules and regulations to restrain and knock you. Each one depends on his own age and needs all kinds of services and benefits, and sometimes he is greedy for us. His wife and daughter, this kind of thing, as long as a man can't bear it."

Although they share the same origin, the two parties are far apart, no matter how difficult it is to merge, hostility to each other has become a matter of course.

In this small town, the previous elders' association had been killed by the halberd faction. Now the bow hunting faction in charge in the town is all young and strong with combat effectiveness. As a result, the atmosphere is slightly better.

After understanding the views of the bow hunting faction, Jena was a little disappointed, because she could not see the hope of reconciliation between the two factions.

After putting away the salute, she simply said goodbye and left the town again.

Watching the girl walk away, several leaders of the bow hunting faction in the city started talking in a low voice.

"Where does this girl come from, so amazing?"

"Does this still have to be guessed?" a man with a bow next to him chuckled lightly.

"Of course Emenas."

"I am so young and have such strength. Listening to his accent, he should have grown up in China, and then studied in school in recent years, otherwise he would not be so unfamiliar with the current situation."

"I just don't know which side she is on, hey."

"Forget it, in fact, the few of our bow hunters are not good people. There are some ugly things, and I really can't see people."

"But what else can we do? Our relatives and friends have been tied to this boat since we were young. Could it be that I can't mix with the halberd faction?"

"Everything ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ was slowly buried a long time ago, but now it has finally exploded."

"Forget it, go for a drink, don't think about these things, relax today, let's take people out of here tomorrow, it's still too close to the city of beacon."

"For national affairs or something, let the people above worry about it. We little people just have a good life every day."

"They don't want to worry about it, they just want to live their own comfortable life, where will they care about the lives of our little ants."

"But so what? You can't do it the other way around."

A group of people went away and disappeared at the corner of the street.

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