When Lightning detected that a large group of men and horses appeared from the north gate of the Falling Dragon Ridge, the group had been on the mountain for a week.
The size of the church messenger group was similar to what Nightingale had expected at the beginning. The armored judgement warriors walked at the front of the team, with a total of twenty-five people, followed by a long baggage team, which was roughly composed of believers and mercenaries. There are about a hundred people. Except for the Judgment Army, who rode on horses, everyone else walked.
There were also two carriages in the messenger group, and the holy messenger was undoubtedly in one of them.
After the five people quietly followed the team, they headed towards Chishui City.
According to the plan, when the enemy team leaves the monitoring range of the Falling Dragon Ridge Sentinel Tower and cannot get support quickly, it is the moment for them to start.
Nightingale was in the fog, quietly watching the four-wheeled carriage driving in the middle of the group. Through the twisted outline of the carriage, you could see the silver magic radiance looming.
If she was alone, she might be able to find an opportunity to kill the holy envoy of the church, but there is no guarantee that everyone will be buried here, and now with the assistance of the witch of Sleeping Island, the possibility of blocking this news in the southern border is much higher. .
Once these people disappear, it will be at least next spring when Hermes reacts. And even if they want to find out the mystery of the messenger group's disappearance, it is very difficult.
Nightingale didn't like killing, but this time she decided to do it.
In order to lighten some burdens for His Highness, in order to make the holy mountain of witches last forever.
She doesn't regret turning into a sharp blade.
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As the embassy entered a woodland, Nightingale saw black shadows from far and near in the sky.
Maisie folded her wings and swooped down with a roar. The horses neighed in horror and ran uncontrollably. Everyone who witnessed this scene was stunned and at a loss for a while.
The terrifying beast did not rush into the crowd to bite and trample as they had imagined. Instead, it spread its wings when it was about to land, and passed over the top of the team. The aroused wind pressure made everyone almost unable to open their eyes. The behemoth jumped down on its back and landed on the ground.
"Enemy attack!" The judgement samurai shouted from the messenger group.
Only then did the believers draw their weapons as if they had just woken up from a dream, and slashed at the strange enemy trapped in the center of the team.
In Nightingale's black-and-white sight, a mass of dull black holes enveloped the opponent tightly, and an ordinary witch would have no power to fight back.
However, the opponent they encountered was the extraordinary, Ashes.
A sword light flashed, and all the believers who were close to her were cut off in the middle, like reaped wheat ears, and fell down one piece at once.
She didn't use the iconic epee, but an ordinary one-handed iron sword, so that Maisie could carry an extra witch while carrying her.
The iron sword quickly cracked and broke during the slashing, but there were still many scattered weapons around for her to pick up. Whether it was a halberd, a club, a hammer or a machete, they were all deadly weapons in her hands.
The blood mist splashed, the limbs scattered, and Ashes cut off the team by the power of one person.
The mercenaries in the rear were also unable to go to support, and they found themselves in another predicament.
Andrea's figure is like a fairy dancing in the forest. She uses tree trunks and branches as concealments, constantly changing her position, and at the same time using every gap to shoot arrows. Every time someone made a shot, someone hit the eyebrows and fell to the ground.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the entire team became a mess, and screams, shouts, and fighting were intertwined, echoing in the silent forest.
Nightingale didn't stop to join the battle. She walked quickly through the fog, closely following her target. There was only one enemy she had to deal with: the church's holy messenger, the witch hunter.
After the two carriages ran wild for a while, the frightened horses finally calmed down, but they did not turn back, but left the road and ran into the woods in two directions.
It seems that the holy envoy realized that there are extremely difficult superhumans among his enemies. For most witches, superhumans wearing the God's Stone of Retaliation are almost invincible opponents.
However, this move still could not escape Nightingale's pursuit.
She had already determined the position of the holy messenger before. As for the other carriage, it should be a high-level figure such as a priest or a priest.
The latter has Lightning and Maisie to take care of.
Walking through the potholes in the woods, the car jolted to the point of falling apart, but the driver kept waving his whip, as if someone was trying to urge him.
Nightingale narrowed the distance from the carriage, aimed at the four Judgment Warriors who were following her, and pulled the trigger. In order to ensure the hit rate, she would move behind the enemy every time, and fire only when it was in a straight line with the target, and the distance should not exceed ten. Meter. Hearing the gunshots, the Judgment Army immediately dispersed, but it was only a few steps away from Nightingale. The full-covered armor is meaningless in the face of large-caliber bullets, and the warhead that passes through the armor and deforms and shatters will cause more damage to the body.
After taking out the four trial warriors, she turned her gun on the horses.
As the two galloping horses crashed to the ground, the carriage that lost its traction flew out diagonally under the action of inertia and slammed into the tree trunk, and the fragile wooden carriage was suddenly torn apart.
Among the swirling debris, a silhouette wrapped in silver light rolled out. Nightingale took aim and shot without hesitation. The light band made of magic power seemed to have self-awareness and stopped the shot bullets one by one.
She quickly distanced herself and put on a new cartridge.
"Rebel!" The envoy roared angrily, rushing towards where she was hiding.
This time, the situation between the two was completely opposite.
No longer confined to a small room, Nightingale took a step back, and the opponent would have to spend more than ten steps to catch up. The effective range of the revolver was about fifty meters, far exceeding the scope of the witch's ability. The "silver whip" of the holy messenger could not reach her at all, and the bullets she fired could threaten the opponent's life at any time.
Although firing at this distance reduced her hit rate to only one or two out of five hits, she had plenty of time to put on a new cylinder and keep aiming and firing.
The silver band of light gradually dimmed, and after the fifth round, one bullet hit her left shoulder, and the second bullet went through her abdomen. The holy messenger could no longer support it, and fell to the ground in two steps.
Nightingale did not rush to get close to the other party, but turned back to the place where the carriage fell apart, picked up a stone of divine punishment, and then walked towards the holy envoy. Her retreat route completely revolved around the carriage, in order to facilitate the search for the scene afterwards.
When walking to the blood-stained witch, the other party suddenly stretched out her only movable right hand to her, only to find that the silver light band did not penetrate the enemy's body as expected.
"You damned devil, the gods will judge you!" She vomited blood and said through gritted teeth.
Nightingale put the muzzle at the envoy's chest expressionlessly, "Really? I'm waiting for that day."
Then she pressed the trigger.
(., Your support is my biggest motivation.) 16-11-13 11:19:44