She Is Not a Witch Chapter 84: ‘Fire-Eyed Warbler’

"Be careful on the road."

"Yeah." After raising his hand to respond, Lorraine Hill walked into the night.

Because there is no moon, the visibility at night is very low, and only the surroundings illuminated by the brazier can be seen clearly.

Lorraine Hill held the scabbard in one hand and the hilt in the other, his eyes were slightly closed, and he listened to the sound in the wind.

Although she is currently practicing in the order of war, the effects of her own power are still there, and she can keenly perceive many situations.

There are uninvited guests around the camp, and there are more than one of them. The girl carefully analyzed the faint sounds and fluctuations in the wind.

The silent sneaking thousands of meters away is like a three-dimensional map in my mind. Three agile figures are advancing quietly in the night. They are each about 200 meters apart, crossing and approaching the camp.

It's not like a robber, but an assassin.

Looking at that vigorous skill, Lorraine Hill thought speculatively in his heart. These three people are all at the level of Sequence 4, and have received good training. They seem to be from a certain organization, and they are not experts that can be trained by mountain robbers.

Do you want to shoot?

He must be able to fight well, but it will look extraordinarily strange. A Sequence 4 can easily crush three masters of the same level, attracting the attention of the people around him.

Thinking in her heart, the girl moved forward quickly, her body bent slightly, and she moved swiftly through the night.

Although it can't compare to the unrestricted state before, the current speed is far beyond the ordinary Sequence 4. Perhaps only some Sequence 5 who are good at speed can keep up.

In the night, an infiltrator in black only felt a gust of wind blowing in front of his eyes, and then a cold and beautiful long sword chopped off his head, making his heart jump.

The short sword on the side of the hand was turned back urgently, and the body suddenly knelt down, sliding sideways to avoid the passing sword edge.

No, he's still hurt.

Although he was not directly cut, his shoulder was cut open by the sword light, and blood flowed down his arm into his cuff and waist, and the pain that came immediately made him extremely nervous.

In the dark night, the blade of the sword turned easily, flashing a few lavender arcs, and then the dagger in his hand flew away, his knees were stabbed suddenly, and he lost consciousness.

When the infiltrator reacted again and was about to struggle to stand up, the figure that attacked him had already left and flashed to the other side of the forest.

She is heading towards my companion.

Looking at the back figure that disappeared in the woods, the infiltrator was anxious for a while, but because of his leg injury, he couldn't move for a while, so he could only sit on his knees.

"Chirp! (Crisis, retreat)" A rapid bird song sounded in the night, letting the two people in the distance know instantly.

After hearing the short sound, the two infiltrators obviously stopped, then turned their heads decisively, and fled in different directions.

Seeing that the black figure in front of him suddenly accelerated and disappeared into the depths of the jungle in a single jump, Lorraine Hill had no choice but to give up.

It's not that she can't catch up, it's just that she doesn't want to cause trouble. Her behavior is already a bit out of line.

She put away her sword and turned to the infiltrator who signaled.

Stepping in the night-shrouded mountains and forests, the grass and dead leaves under the feet made subtle sounds with the footsteps. Although it was not obvious, it was so clear to the infiltrator's ears.

He doesn't know who the other party is, why he is blocking him here suddenly, but the thing has already happened, so he can only quickly think of a way to break the situation.

"Please wait a moment." Seeing the unknown swordsman walking in the darkness, he covered his bleeding knee and opened his mouth.

"Please allow me to explain. My strength is far inferior to yours. You don't have to worry about me escaping or harming you." He said with an extremely calm mind.

Immediately, there was the sound of a sword blade slashing through the air, and another lavender sword arc cut across his cheek. The dangerous and icy edge cut through the hair on his skin, making him sweat coldly on his back. But fortunately, the footsteps in the darkness finally stopped.

"Our actions this time were not deliberately aimed at the Roentgen caravan. It can only be said to be an accident and a coincidence." The heart in his chest was beating violently, and he could only try his best to explain, because whether the other party believed it or not determined whether he could survive.

"We are not detrimental to the caravan, we just want to use the caravan to achieve other purposes, but this time, unfortunately, we bumped into you, my lord." He raised his hand to show that he had no ability to resist.

Seeing that the figure in the darkness 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 the Roentgen caravan you are in, and keep this matter secret forever, as if nothing happened."

"I can swear that what I say is true. The 'Fire Eyed Oriole' organization I belong to has always paid attention to commitment and credibility, which has been seen in the southern border for decades."

"As long as you let me go, you will gain the friendship of 'Fire-Eyed Oriole', and we can provide you with information and know secrets that are difficult for ordinary people to find out."

"This is my badge, I would rather use this to contact our organization." As he spoke, he slowly lowered his left hand, took out a small copper-colored badge from the inside of his collar, and gently placed it on the ground. After doing all this, the infiltrator kept his hands raised again and waited quietly.

He has tried his best, whether he can live or not depends on the destiny. At this point, he closed his eyes slightly, his body trembling slightly and waiting.

Standing in the darkness, Lorraine Hill quietly looked 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, so it really cannot attract such capable assassins to attack.

While the possibility of lying cannot be ruled out, there is a high degree of credibility to what this person said.

After a while of silence in the dark, Lorraine Hill slowly put away 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 bosom and applied it to the bleeding wound.

After quickly wrapping it up, he slowly climbed up while supporting the tree trunk beside him.

"Afterwards, you can take this badge to Ironhill City, and there is a bar named 'Black Pig' in the south of the city to find the bartender, and say that you want to drink some hot and cold wine. The bartender asks you the details When you want one, show him the badge secretly, and he will know."

After saying this, he slowly retreated in the night.

After the infiltrator walked away, Lorraine Hill came to the 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, and some special materials are mixed with it to make the copper surface dark red. Although it is not very expensive, it also makes it difficult to imitate.

Flipping over the back, there is also a series of numbers engraved on it, which seems to represent some kind of special number.

"'Fire-Eyed Warbler', it seems that I have to ask other people carefully~IndoMTL.com~Lorland Hill put away this badge and returned to the direction of the camp.

Not long after, she came back to the bonfire. At this time, several people had finished eating the grilled fish. The bearded uncle was drinking wine from a small tin can. The young man was running and practicing his extraordinary sequence, Another mercenary was cutting a wooden branch with a knife, as if making an arrow shaft.

"Are you back? It's been a long time since the patrol." The bearded mercenary waved his hand.

"Well, I went to the river on the way, 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 it's much better if you bring a lantern. Some fish will swim over just looking at the light, and just use a sword to catch it."

"I'll teach you next time." The uncle slapped the armor on his chest with a muffled sound, and replied boldly.

In the dark, several people patrolled in circles like this, and then the second group of people came to change shifts until late at night.