Light Spirit Epic Chapter 1893: Iron Maiden (11)
Chapter 1893 Iron Maiden (Eleven)
Meanwhile, somewhere in southern France.
A wolf runs through the woods. Its eyes glowed with orange light, and while galloping, it looked all over the forest that was fading into the night. Its purpose is not this forest, the forest is just a process before it achieves its purpose. Its real purpose was a village next to that forest, and another town further afield.
The speed of this wild wolf is amazing, and it can dash swiftly and without obstacles in the dense forest with complex terrain. In a few minutes it crossed the forest and came to the edge of the village. The night is getting dark, and the poor and backward French village is filled with fog. The residents here go to bed early, because people believe that the night is a world of monsters and ghosts. Only by hiding in their small broken houses made of bricks and stones can they avoid it. Attacked by monsters.
These human thoughts may be right. This shrewd wild wolf may be a good example of the monsters that people fear. Even if the wild wolf itself is not malicious, if humans encounter such a wild wolf with glowing eyes at night, I am afraid they will be scared to shit.
The wolf must have known about this, so it didn't intend to disturb the humans in the village. It just blended its figure into the night, quietly lurking in the village, inquiring about all kinds of information. It easily bypassed the farmers' sight and reached the backyard of a house. It put its ears against the wall, and through the slightly leaking stone wall, it could clearly hear the conversations of the humans in the house.
"This year's crops are bad again." Someone complained.
"The drought has been going on for a long time. I wish God had eyes and at least a few drops of rain," another complained.
"If this goes on like this, I can't live any longer."
"It's all a good thing for those **** Brits. If it wasn't for that kind of war, we wouldn't have to live in such a small place."
"Shh! Don't talk nonsense! It would be bad if the British heard! Do you want to die?"
The farmers' complaints continued, sentence after sentence. But all this is not the information that the wolf wants to inquire about, they are meaningless. After listening to a few words, the wild wolf left the backyard of the village house and moved on.
In order to find out more information, it is impossible not to enter the towns with more people.
Thinking like this, the wolf continued to sneak along the edge of the village. The village is just an extension of the town. As long as it passes through this suburb, the wolf can enter the relatively prosperous streets of the town. The information that can be overheard from the town is far more meaningful than the complaints of the peasants in this village.
But, of course, the closer you get to a densely populated area, the more heavily guarded the human being, and the greater the risk it takes to sneak. The patrolling knight squad can already be seen on the edge of the town. If confronted with these knights head on, the wolf is almost powerless to fight back and can only sit and wait. It could not defeat the knights with weapons in hand, and even if they tried to escape, the knights on horses would catch up with it and pierce it with their spears. Once spotted, it's over, so it can only sneak more carefully.
Fortunately, the level of technology (photon civilization) in this world is very backward. Even the lighting system in the town is just the simplest torch. There are definitely no street lamps that use electricity for lighting. In towns, many wooden stakes are used to hang the plates high, and lamp oil is added to them, which can continue to burn all night. But lamp oil is extracted from animal fat after all. It is a consumable, and the quantity is limited. It is impossible to illuminate the whole street with dense fire trays. Therefore, the "street lamps" in this kind of town are no more than every Trees thirty feet apart, barely illuminating the marble street by their dim light between them.
There is still a dim gap between the lights, which gives the wolves a chance to slide back and forth in the dim area. Taking advantage of the darkness of the town, it sneaked through the streets and alleys of the town while avoiding the patrols. Whenever it reaches a bright area that it cannot pass through, the wild wolf will run over instantly with the fastest speed and the smallest possible footsteps. Although its figure appeared under the rays of light, it was only a moment, and normally not many humans would recognize it. People might even think it's just some kind of stray dog and don't care.
Reaching deep into town at great risk of being killed, the wolf's purpose on the trip is to a few bars in town. At night, there will be people of all shapes and sizes in the bar, and they will reveal all kinds of information between the lines. This wild wolf can learn about all kinds of bizarre anomalies in this country just by eavesdropping on intelligence. For this wild wolf eager to find his companion, this is the most efficient and quick way to achieve its goal.
Of course, it is obviously impossible to eavesdrop on the wall. After all, this bar is quite large, the back door is the kitchen, and the front is exposed to the light of the street lights, making it inconvenient to sneak. The wild wolf looked at the surrounding environment, suddenly jumped over to a few wooden boxes in the back alley, and then used his strength to kick the wall again and climbed to the roof of the bar. Unlike the simple thatched roofs in the countryside, the roof of the bar is supported by wooden beams, and it is also covered with tiles for protection from the wind and rain. Its roof is not perfect, but precisely because it is not perfect, this roof just provides the opportunity for the wolf to peep and eavesdrop downstairs.
Once again, the shrewd wolf put his ear to the roof, eavesdropping on the rambling conversations in the bar.
"Good news! Joan of Arc won again." A voice said: "She leads the French army and is currently at a stalemate with the British in front of Turiel. I'm afraid it will be a matter of time before Turiel is captured. Come on. The recovery of France is just around the corner!"
"Do you really believe in this Joan of Arc?" The other remained skeptical: "I don't know if God is really helping us in France. But an ordinary rural girl claims to be blessed by God. I don't believe it."
"She took the army and swept the hateful British army!"
People talk about you sentence by sentence.
"She joined the army and saved Orleans from nearly falling!"
" She was arranged to visit Lord Charles VII. In order to test her, Lord Charles VII deliberately disguised himself as a servant and let others impersonate him. But she recognized Lord Charles VII in disguise in an instant. I'm done!"
"She is the chosen one, if God helps her! She can meet the future!"
The discussion became more and more heated, and many of the crowd praised the Joan of Arc, and there were few doubts about the saint.
However------
"The Holy See has so far not recognized this saint. Is she really a saint sent by God to rescue France? If so, why has the Holy See never been instructed by God?"
The discussion came to an abrupt end.
Of course, there must be many people in the crowd who are willing to speak for this Joan of Arc. But none of these people dared to stand up and say that the Holy See was wrong.
Because, in this day and age, anyone who dares to openly oppose the Holy See will be considered a heretic and will be punished by a heretic judge.
"So...as long as the Holy See does not recognize this Joan of Arc, is she not a real saint?" A voice whispered: "What on earth is the Holy See saying? ?"
"They didn't say anything!" The answer was ambiguous: "There are things that even the Holy See can't say."
" But the Holy See has sent a cardinal to France to investigate. Is the Joan of Arc of Orleans a real saint or a witch who participated in the war in the name of God, let the cardinal come Check it out!"
The wolf on the roof squinted slightly.
The times are changing, and the situation is changing. In the not-too-distant future, there must be an even bigger and more brutal bloodbath between France and England, involving all the people of France. Now that the Holy See is making trouble again, the situation will only become more and more complicated.
While the wolf was thinking, his ears moved. He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't even realize the danger that was quietly approaching around him.
Wow! A sharp sound of breaking the air suddenly sounded, and the wild wolf realized that it was dodging at this time, but the sharp blade of the spear had already drawn a shallow wound on the back of the wild wolf.
The pain is definitely there, but it's not fatal, just skin trauma.
And the wolf with the wound on its back looked hostilely at another dark figure on the roof, the figure of a human man with a gun. Although the lights in the town were dim, the whole picture of this man could not be seen. But the light of the stars and the moon, coupled with the wolf's own night vision ability, is enough for him to see roughly what kind of person he is.
This slender man is a perfect match for the spear he uses. The light armor he wears is light and not in the way, but also provides the most basic defense. The only exposed shoulders are actually polished and polished. Armor only. The man who used the gun was wearing a long white coat on his chest. The light long coat partially covered the armor below, and the long coat itself was sewn with a red cross on the white base.
Wolf, who has been in and out of various towns for a long time to collect information, of course knows what this dress represents.
This slender man with a gun is a Crusader affiliated with the Holy See. Although the heyday of the Crusades was nearly a century ago, a very small number of this elite force remained and became the faithful lackeys of the Holy See.
They're not easy to mess with.
"Oh, look what we found?" The gun-wielding crusader spoke in a strong Roman accent, but he spoke French awkwardly: "A demon wolf? It's all grown up and can go to the roof. already?"
The wolf did not answer the other side ~IndoMTL.com~ although it understood the other side's words. He knew that with his current strength, facing such an elite Holy See Crusaders, he would never have the slightest chance of winning. The only way out now that it can consider is to find a way to escape in the dark.
"Isn't it true? But your actions have betrayed you. Going deep into the market and flying around the walls is definitely not something that an ordinary beast can do. You are such abominable things (), accept God right here Judge!"
As soon as the voice fell, the crusaders had already attacked! He is so fast that he can walk on the roof as if he were walking on the ground. His spear slashed towards the wolf's forehead like a shooting star, and the blow was extremely deadly.
The wild wolf couldn't continue to sit still. It saw the trajectory of the spear, jumped back, and dodged beautifully.
"Idiot, I lied to you." But the man said.
The wolf doesn't realize what's going on, another wind has come from behind it. Another crusader made a sneak attack from the back of the wild wolf. The shot was quick and ruthless. Before the wild wolf felt dangerous and started to dodge, the long spear pierced from the back of its neck and penetrated the wild wolf's throat!
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