She Is Not a Witch Chapter 84: ‘Fire-Eyed Warbler’
"Be careful on the road."
"Yeah." After raising his hand to respond, Lorrain Hill walked into the night.
Because there is no moon, the visibility at night is very low, only the surroundings reflected by the brazier can be seen clearly.
Lorlandhill holds the scabbard in one hand and the hilt in the other hand, his eyes are slightly closed, and he listens to the sound of the wind.
Although she is currently practicing a war sequence, the effects of her own power are still there, and she can keenly perceive many situations.
Uninvited guests came around the camp, and more than one person. The girl carefully analyzed the faint sounds and fluctuations in the wind.
The quiet and silent sneaking thousands of meters away is reflected in my mind like a three-dimensional map. Three agile figures are walking quietly in the night. They are each about 200 meters apart, crossing and approaching the camp.
Not like a robber, but like an assassin.
Looking at that sturdy skill, Lorrain Hill guessed. All three of them have the level of Sequence 4, and they have received good training. They seem to be from a certain organization, and they are not good hands that can be cultivated by mountain robbers.
Do you want to shoot?
It's definitely possible to play, but this will look very strange. A Sequence 4 easily crushes three masters of the same level, attracting the attention of people around.
The girl thought in her heart, her feet moved quickly, her body slightly bent, and she swiftly shuttled through the night.
Although it can't compare to the previous unrestricted state, the speed now far exceeds the ordinary Sequence 4, and perhaps only some Sequence 5 that is good at speed can keep up.
In the darkness, a black-clothed sneaker felt that a gust of wind blows away in front of him, and immediately cut his head with a cold sword, making him frightened.
The dagger on the side of his hand returned to gear in an emergency, and his body suddenly knelt, sliding sideways to avoid the blade passing by.
No, he is still injured.
Although he was not directly chopped, his shoulder was cut by the sword light, blood flowed into the cuffs and waist along the arm, and the pain that came immediately made him nervous.
In the dark night, the blade of the sword turned easily, flashing a few lavender arcs, and then he picked up the dagger in his hand, and his knee suddenly stabbed and lost consciousness.
When the intruder reacted again and was about to struggle to stand up, the figure who had attacked him had already left and flashed towards the other side of the forest.
She went to my companion.
Looking at the figure disappearing in the woods, the infiltrator was anxious, but because of a leg injury, he couldn't move for a while, so he could only kneel and sit on the spot.
"Tweet——! (Danger, retreat)" The rapid sound of birdsong in the night, let the two people in the distance know instantly.
After hearing the short sound, the two sneakers stopped visibly, then turned their heads decisively and fled in different directions.
Seeing that the black shadow in front of him suddenly accelerates and disappears in the depths of the jungle in a jumping room, Lorrain Hill has to give up.
It's not that she can't keep up, but she doesn't want to be out of line. At present, her behavior is a bit out of the ordinary.
She put away the sword and turned back to the signal infiltrator.
Stepping in the mountains and forests shrouded in night, the grass and dead leaves below your feet make a faint sound with the footsteps. Although it is not obvious, it is indeed so clear in the ears of the infiltrator.
He didn't know who the opponent was, why he was suddenly blocking him here, but it had already happened, and at this moment he could only think quickly about how to break the game.
"Please wait a minute." Seeing the unknown swordsman walking in the darkness, he covered his bleeding knee and spoke.
"Please allow me to explain, my strength is far inferior to you. You don't have to worry about my escape or disadvantage you." He said with a calm mind.
Immediately, there was the sound of a sword blade swinging through the air in front of him, and another lavender sword arc cut across his cheek, and the dangerous and cold blade cut through the hair on his skin, causing cold sweat on his back. But fortunately, the footsteps in the dark finally stopped.
"Our behavior was not aimed at the Roentgen caravan deliberately. It can only be said to be an accident and coincidence." The heart in his chest was beating violently, and he could only explain it as best as he could, because whether the opponent believed that determined whether he could survive.
"We are not unfavorable to the caravan, we just want to use the caravan to achieve other goals, but this time, unfortunately, we bumped into you by mistake." He raised his hand and said that he had no ability to resist.
Seeing that the figure in the dark didn't reply, the infiltrator began to sweat on his forehead, his thoughts turned sharply, and he continued to explain.
"If you can, please bypass my life. I will go back and report to the organization. After that, all actions will avoid your Roentgen caravan, and this matter will always be kept secret, as if nothing had happened."
"I can swear that everything I say is true. The "Fire Eye Orioles" organization I belong to has always paid attention to commitment and credibility. This has been obvious to all in the South for decades."
"As long as you let me go, you will get the friendship of the "fire-eyed warbler". We can provide you with information and know the secrets that ordinary people can hardly find."
"This is my badge. I would rather use this to contact our organization." As he said, he slowly lowered his left hand, took out a small copper-colored badge from the inside of the collar, and gently placed it on the ground. After doing all this, the infiltrator kept his hands up again and waited quietly.
He has tried his best. Whether he can survive or not depends on his destiny. At this point, he closed his eyes slightly, his body trembling slightly and waited.
Lorraine Hill stood in the dark, quietly looking at the man in the distance, constantly analyzing his words.
The staffing of the Roentgen Caravan is not strong, and the value of the goods it carries is not high. It really can't attract such a capable assassin to attack.
Although the possibility of lying cannot be ruled out, what the person said does have a high degree of credibility.
After a moment of silence in the darkness, Lorrainhill slowly retracted the sword.
After hearing the sound of the blade rubbing against the scabbard, the infiltrator relaxed and put his hands on the ground.
"Thank you, sir, for your mercy." He knelt on the ground and thanked him, then carefully took out the wound medicine from his arms and applied it to the bleeding wound.
After a quick bandage, he slowly climbed up with the trunk on the side.
"After that, you can take this badge to Tieqiu City~IndoMTL.com~ In the south of the city, there is a bar called'Black Pig' to find a bartender, and said you want to drink hot and cold wine. And When the bartender asks you exactly which one you want, show him this badge secretly and he will know it."
After saying this, he slowly receded in the night.
After the infiltrator walked away, Lorrain Hill came to this piece of grass, looked at the badge lying in the grass, picked it up, and looked at it slowly.
The main body of this badge is made of copper to look like a nightingale. It is mixed with some special materials to make the copper surface glowing dark red. Although it is not very expensive, it also makes it difficult to imitate.
Turning over the back, there is also a series of numbers inscribed, which seems to represent a special number.
""Fire-Eyed Warbler"? It seems that you have to ask other people carefully later."
Lorrain Hill put away the badge and returned to the camp.
Shortly after, she came to the campfire again. At this time, everyone had eaten the grilled fish. Uncle Beard was drinking wine with a small tin can. The young man was working on his own extraordinary sequence. The other mercenary used a knife to cut a wooden stick, seeming to be making an arrow shaft.
"Come back? It's been a long time since this patrol." The bearded mercenary waved.
"Well, I went to the river halfway and tried to catch fish, but unfortunately it didn't work." The girl shook her head and sat by the campfire again.
"Haha, this still depends on experience. Maybe you will be better with a lantern. Some fish will swim by looking at the light, and then you can use the sword to hold it."
"Next time I will teach you." The uncle slapped the armor on his chest and answered boldly.
In the night, a few people patrolled in this way, and then the second group of people came and changed shifts until late at night.
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