Amelia's back was facing the street. When the knife came, she was caught off guard, and she only had time to block it with her hand, and a sharp pain rushed to her brain.
With a muffled grunt, she quickly pulled out the magic wand at her waist with her right hand, and a light blade gushed out from the tip of the wand, flying towards the attacker.
"Boom!"
The attacker swung his knife to block the light blade.
At this time, Amelia had the time to turn around and see the attacker clearly.
This is a haggard woman with a pale complexion and layers of wrinkles covering her facial features. The fingers holding the long knife are long and thin, like chicken feet, with bulging veins.
"Who are you! Where did you come from, you madman!" The knights threw away the women they were carrying, each drew their weapons, and stood in front of Amelia, who was clutching her bloody left arm.
The skinny woman sneered: "Who am I? I am the person you are looking for."
Her cold eyes slowly lifted up, and she shot at Amelia full of hatred and murderous intent, as if she wanted to scrape off a layer of her skin with an eye knife.
Amelia trembled in pain, and frowned, "Are you a witch?"
The witch waved her hand, and the mad woman who was still struggling on the ground suddenly rose into the air and floated beside the skinny witch.
The witch protected her behind: "I am the one who killed the bishop, don't involve innocent people, catch me if you have the guts, dogs."
"You!" The leading knight commander was enraged. He brandished his spear and rushed towards the witch at an explosive speed, slashing at her thin body.
The witch smiled strangely.
She stood there without changing her face, as if she didn't see the approaching weapon, and calmly smiled at Amelia behind the crowd, her eyes were strange.
Something is wrong.
Amelia's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly stopped the knight's attack: "Wait, don't get close to her!"
The knight was taken aback, and wanted to take back the offensive, but it was too late.
The spear shot down through the air, passed through the witch's figure, and slammed into the ground, making a hole the size of a bowl in the ground.
A current passed through the metal gun body and rushed into the knight's body. He twitched and fell to the ground without a sound.
"In three days, I will come and kill you, and this group of demons in human skin. Wash your head and wait for me." The witch's figure flickered a few times, and disappeared in place with the mad woman , leaving a bloody and murderous notice.
"She's gone!" Another knight was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Amelia helplessly, waiting for her instructions.
At the same time, the door behind them was suddenly opened, and Debra and Rita rushed out with a group of people: "What's wrong? What happened?"
"It's the witch who killed the bishop. She just came to attack me."
Amelia clutched her wound and turned around. The blood trickled down her soft white fingertips and dripped onto the ground. It looked extremely glaring on the white floor, as if she had been seriously injured.
But in fact, it was just a cut on the inside of the arm. Amelia managed to hide in time, but only suffered a little skin trauma.
As soon as Rita saw Amelia's bloody left hand, she panicked: "Does it hurt? Open up the sleeve quickly, and I'll treat it for you."
Healing magic shrouded the hot and painful wound, and the split flesh healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Debra heard the whole process from other knights, and was half-dead with anger: "Amelia! What are you doing, the witch is so close to you, how could you let her run away."
Amelia narrowed her eyes coldly.
Before she could speak, Rita pushed Debra back first: "You can try it, what are you talking about there, don't you see that Amelia's hands are hurt? You can't see anything The light will be picky, right?"
"I'm picky?" Debra laughed absurdly: "Not only was he not caught, but even the knight was dead. With the chief saint present, he could beat a witch like this. Who can justify that?"
Rita sneered: "Fart! I think you are trying to use your brain again, are you greedy for the position of chief?..."
"Okay!" Amelia stopped the raised eyebrows from Rita, retracted her intact arm, and tapped the fallen knight with her chin: "He's not dead, he was just stunned."
She took back her wand and wiped the dried blood on the back of her hand with a handkerchief, "The matter of accountability can be discussed later, I will not run away, you can complain to the Pope as much as you want. The most important thing now is to track down the witch according to the smell of my blood , Debra, if you are not convinced, go after it yourself."
The blond girl lowered her head, her soft hair fell down, and the soft and beautiful facial contours looked even more amazingly beautiful under the sunlight.
Amelia has always been very good-tempered, just like her appearance, weak, lovely, never angry.
But for some reason, Debra looked at her profile at this moment, and after muttering for a long time, she didn't say a word of rebuttal, and acquiesced to her arrangement.
When the crowd dispersed, only Rita and Amelia remained on the stone steps. Rita looked at her expressionless face and said cautiously, "Are you angry?"
"Huh?" Amelia turned her eyes and smiled at her: "No, I'm not angry."
She just finds it ridiculous.
Even a notorious witch knows how to protect innocent people.
That crazy middle-aged woman, Amelia had secretly tested it before, she didn't have a special aura, she was just an extremely ordinary citizen, but Debra announced in public that she had colluded with the darkness.
Not only the residents of the town heard this, but even the high-ranking mayor heard it.
At that time, Amelia saw the way he looked at the crazy woman's family, and knew that he would not let them go.
Amelia walked down the stairs and looked up at the gray sky. The heavy black clouds oppressed her head, just like the Illuminati Sect that oppressed the civilians and made them unable to breathe.
She didn't know why Debra lied. But she knew that such things would not be uncommon.
The witch can save one, but what about the rest? Who can help
Most of them died silently, bearing a stigma, and dying in great pain.
The skinny witch hugged the struggling crazy woman in her arms, dexterously jumped in the forest, sweat dripped down her forehead, and wet her hair.
She wants to go back to her home. The hut is located in the depths of the forest, outside the rule of the Light God Sect. She had to go back before her pursuers caught her, and hide her aura.
What must come to kill people within three days is just a bluff and cruel words.
The witch decided to hide at home for a year and a half after going back, and would never come out until the saints left.
Thinking of this, the witch's movements became faster and faster, stepping on the branches and leaping across the air.
"Um?"
The witch lowered her head and keenly found a figure among the dead branches and leaves, "Who is it? Where is who?"
The man in black with white hair turned his back to her, sitting on the ground in a casual posture, and the fallen leaves fell on him, as if he had been sitting here for a long time.
To be able to sit alone for so long in a forest full of beasts, this man is by no means an ordinary person.
The witch hugged the woman in her arms tightly, walked around the man cautiously, and jumped away from the other side.
She jumped a few branches and went a little farther. Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a gust of wind suddenly came from behind her.
"call out!"
A black object struck suddenly, knocking the witch down in mid-air, and fell to the ground with a bang, making her unable to get up for a long time.
"What do you want to do?" The witch forced herself to stand up on the side of the tree trunk. Her leg was broken and slumped to one side, and she clenched the long knife in her hand. "Why did you attack me?"
A long silence.
Under the witch's nervous gaze, the man turned his head slowly, his white hair slipped down, revealing a pair of scarlet blood eyes.
"You have that woman's scent on you." The man's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, obviously because his position was relatively low, but he could see a feeling of condescending and looking down on all sentient beings: "Did you hurt her?"
No one responded.
The witch stared blankly at those eyes, her mind was buzzing, she couldn't hear what the man said, she just felt her heart beating faster, her blood rising rapidly, all rushing to the top of her head.
This kind of heartbeat was not the heartbeat of the witch when she faced Qingjun at the village entrance. It was abnormally fast, vibrating like a drum, so fast that it even jumped out of the afterimage, and it sounded nonstop.
"puff!"
A trail of blood slowly flowed from the corner of the witch's mouth.
The long knife in her hand, still stained with blood, soared into the air, and flew towards the man as if bound by an invisible silk thread, and lowered her head obediently.
Alfonso stared at the red mark for a moment, then tapped it with his long and slender fingers, and the dark skin was stained with blood, which was sent into his lips.
smelly.