She Is Not a Witch Chapter 91: The figure by the campfire

"I...we encountered a monster before, but unfortunately we couldn't fight it, so we had to escape." After a little stammering, the adventurer finally came to his senses and answered.

They have stayed in the mountains for several days, and they have never met Mesia, and this is the first time they have known each other.

"Well, can you point me in the direction?" Lorraine Hill thought sideways, then asked.

"Okay." One of them replied immediately, but then reacted again.

"But it's very dangerous. That monster is very strong. We can escape because there is a master who barely blocks it."

"Reluctantly, it seems that you have to go and see to be relieved." The girl thought of another aspect.

"Uh, well, it's actually over there." The leading adventurer sensed it a little bit, and found that this girl has the strength of Sequence 4, which is rare and young and powerful, so he turned around without hesitation Give directions.

"Turn over that hill and head northwest, you should be able to hear the sound of fighting. I hope that the master has not lost yet."

"Well, I see." Lorraine Hill nodded, then held the scabbard in the palm of his hand, and quickly shuttled there.

"So fast."

Looking at the young girl speeding over the thorns and obstacles like a phantom, she is as light as a swallow turning over despite wearing armor, and several people showed surprise.

"This is probably a stronger master than that girl."

"Are all girls this scary now?"

Several people sighed, and Lorraine Hill had already climbed over the low hill. Layers of emerald forests flooded the world like an ocean, and this girl in light silver armor jumped out of the emerald forest in an instant, and her body entered the sky where the air was whistling.

Her eyes searched the bottom, and after a long time, she found the figure fighting hard in the forest.

The girl with light pink hair was exhausted, and the long sword in her hand was mostly chipped, as if it had been eaten and corroded by something. Holding the long black sword in both hands, she looked at the strange snake with its head raised and spouting letters out of breath. The sweat on her forehead was stuck together with her hair, and some liquid fell down her eyebrows and entered the corners of her eyes, bringing bursts of shock. discomfort.

Will you die?

When everything in her vision began to blur and the pain in her body filled all her senses, the girl had no choice but to think about this sad ending.

Death, a word she had never thought of before, has been repeated around her in the past year. Brothers, mothers, uncles, guards, maids, those familiar people fell in front of her one by one. Unable to rest in peace, someone grabbed her hand and wanted to say something. This scene reminded her again and again in her dreams, which made her feel pain and fear.

Unexpectedly, when she faced this day, she would not be so afraid. Maybe she also hoped for relief.

It's a pity that time can never be turned back, and I am so weak, revenge is as far away as a fantasy dream.

Bang!

The strange snake in front of me ejected from the ground again, and the fangs that opened reflected the flash of metal in the forest, getting closer and closer in the field of vision.

Already saw the trajectory of the opponent's actions, but the sword in his hand no longer obeyed, and could only move weakly and slowly.

Sure enough, it has come to an end.

She slowly closed her eyes, preparing to endure the impending painful death.

Swish softly, and several sword winds flashed across the sweaty body, bringing a slight coolness, and she heard the ping-pong sound of metal falling to the ground in front of her.

The sour eyes opened again, and everything in front of her surprised her.

The strange snake that couldn't be cut no matter what, is dead. The body was divided into several parts and fell to the ground, writhing uneasily.

Hey, there was another sound, a sword blade glowing with lavender light pierced the head of the struggling snake, and stuck it in the ground. As the girl looked up, she saw a man about her own age , maybe a girl who was one or two years older appeared in front of him.

"Hi, finally caught up, you are not injured."

Lorraine Hill pulled out the sword from the ground, swung it briefly to shake off the blood on it, and put it back into the scabbard at his waist.

"Yes." Looking at the swordsman girl who appeared in front of her, the girl finally couldn't bear the exhaustion accumulated in her body, and passed out.

In the darkness, I don't know how long it has passed, and when she woke up again, it was already night.

There was a bonfire in the forest, burning quietly, bringing some warmth in the night wind, she struggled to sit up, looked at the figure beside the bonfire, and then heard the voice as clear as an orchid again.

"You're awake, are you feeling better now?" This lady swordsman may have washed up at the moment, but the hair tie at the back of her head is still untied, and it is now scattered on her collar and shoulders. A little softer.

"En." She replied, looked at her palm again, and moved it a little bit, a feeling of happiness for the rest of her life rose in her heart.

It's a pity that this feeling didn't last long, and the heavy and painful memory in my mind was suppressed again.

"I..." The mouth opened, and then closed again.

"Do you want to drink water?" Lorraine Hill looked at the girl, gently lifted her up, and handed her a glass of clean water.

"Thank you."

The girl picked up the cup and took a sip of water. Judging by the way she drank water, she should have been well-educated in etiquette and not as casual as ordinary people.

"Let's eat something more." Lorraine Hill said as he brought over a roasted apple with branches stuck on it.

"Thank you." The voice was a bit obscure, and the girl swallowed her saliva before carefully nibbling on the warm apple.

"There is less food in the forest, just wait until you get back to the town." Lorraine Hill explained, and then looked at the girl carefully.

Compared to the 17-year-old Lorraine Hill herself, this girl looks younger, only about 15-16 years old, similar to Ye Ling, although the little guy is actually more than 15 years old.

"What's your name? My name is Mesia, and I passed by here for a mission."

"My name is Xia... Lottie...just call me Lottie." The girl with light pink hair replied.

Although she knew that this might not be her real name, Lorraine Hill didn't care. It was normal to be vigilant when she went out. She also used an alias.

"Are you also here to carry out the mission?" Seeing that she had almost recovered, Lorraine Hill gradually let go of her hand, stood up ~IndoMTL.com~ sat on the tree stump on the other side, and asked in a low voice.

"Yes, because I heard that some money can be made here." Lottie nodded, then looked at the flames aside, and stopped talking.

The two people around the campfire fell silent, when a small black and white animal came out from the grass beside them.

The girl was startled by the sudden sound in front of her eyes, and she unconsciously touched the hilt of the sword, but only then did she realize that the long sword was not by her side.

"Don't be afraid, this is a friend I met recently."

Lorraine Hill's soft voice came again, and she bent down, touched the head of the black and white raccoon dog, and then took off the branch it was holding, and there were still some berries left on the branch.

"Do you want to eat some more?" Lorraine Hill picked off the fruits, wiped them clean with a handkerchief, spread them out in the palm of his hand, and handed them to the restless girl.

On a gloomy night, the cheeks of this swordsman girl by the bonfire flickered in the firelight, giving off a gentle and warm feeling.