The two groups were silent for a moment.
Debra was the first to react and shouted: "Knight, draw your sword!"
Several knights drew out their swords with a clang, and surrounded the red-haired witch.
The red-haired witch took a few steps back, turned around and wanted to run, but when she saw the little boy in Rita's arms, she hesitated for a while, and finally stopped.
"If you want to catch me, catch me!" The red-haired witch's teeth were chattering in fear: "It has nothing to do with that child, you put him down."
Debra said in a deep voice: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you say it. We have to say it."
The red-haired witch was captured just like that, and another witch who needed to be captured was later captured from the field. Compared with the stubborn resistance of the witch in the dungeon, the process went so smoothly that no one could believe it.
Rita doubted: "There will be no problems, right? Hey, do you have any conspiracy?"
"Conspiracy?" The red-haired witch raised the corners of her mouth and laughed. She didn't dare to look directly at Debra, but dared to provoke Rita: "Can there be any conspiracy, we are just ordinary girls, we can't even hold a sword, How to resist? As I said earlier, we are not witches."
"I still have to quibble." Debra sneered: "Is it a witch? Just go in and have a look."
Everyone stepped into the wooden house cautiously, and they were already prepared for the attack of the monster skeleton, but when they opened the door, they were greeted by the cry of a baby.
"What is this?" Rita's eyes widened in horror: "A hallucination? It must be a hallucination. How could it be real?"
Amelia looked at the scene in front of her, and didn't know what to say for a while.
In the narrow and dilapidated wooden house, all the furniture was tattered and pieced together, and in the center of the room, there were four or five dilapidated but clean cradles lined up side by side.
It was from the cradle that the cry came.
A layer of clean white curtains covered the cradle, and the invisible wind pushed the cradle, making a creaking sound, and the warm sunlight projected on the curtain through the window bars, looking warm and lovely.
Debra frowned and said, "You robbed other people's children?"
The red-haired witch was furious when she heard the words, endured the trembling, and looked directly at her through gritted teeth: "No, I didn't steal it. My sister picked it up from the edge of the forest. Many people couldn't afford to raise their children, so they threw them into the forest to live on their own." Self-destruction. My sister can't see them dying like this, and every time I meet them, I will pick them up and raise them, and then secretly send them back to the town when they grow up."
Rita: "Sister?"
The red-haired witch had tears in her eyes: "My sister didn't come back yesterday, and you came after me again. I know that my sister must have fallen into your hands."
"Why not send them to the church? The Religion has an orphanage specially opened for orphans, and accepts abandoned children for free, why not send them there." Debra said coldly.
"Do you think we didn't send them? Even the parents of the children sent their children there many times before abandoning them."
The red-haired witch gritted her teeth: "They won't accept them. They dislike the child's problems and are unwilling to accept it. They say that such a child might as well just die like this instead of growing up and suffering..."
"Question?" Rita paused, pulling back the curtain that covered the baby.
She gasped.
I saw those white and fat babies, some had deformed faces, some had mutilated hands and feet, and the most terrifying one had a head growing on its shoulders.
Rita thought of something, looked down at the little boy who was still choking in her arms, and opened his sleeves.
Sure enough, under the cover of the clothes, the little boy's right arm was empty below the joint, with only a fist-sized sarcoma.
These children are disabled.
Everyone was stunned, and the red-haired witch's soft and shallow voice could only be heard in the room for a while: "Sister said, at least give them a choice, life or death, it's up to them to decide when they grow up."
Amelia opened her mouth, she didn't know what to say, she paused for a moment and then sighed wordlessly.
Healing magic can only heal wounds, and this kind of congenital disability can only be cured by a few extremely expensive and rare potions, but who would waste energy and gold coins for a child from a poor family
In the ignorant and trustworthy foreign land, such children are usually strangled to death when they are born, and only soft-hearted parents will throw them into the forest.
"What will happen to them in the future?" Rita couldn't help asking Amelia quietly, her eyes were a little sad.
"They were taken back by their respective parents." Then they were thrown back into the forest again.
Amelia did not say the second half of the sentence clearly, but everyone present understood that the atmosphere was a little silent for a while.
"Okay." Debra pursed her lips and said, "Don't forget what you are here for. Others have nothing to do with our mission. Life and death are their own destiny."
The red-haired witch sneered: "Is this the Light God Sect that has always been merciful to everyone? Is this how you treat your people?"
"Shut up! What about the religion, it has nothing to do with heresy like you!" Debra was annoyed, and ordered the knight to tie up the witch, and pushed her out of the door rudely.
"etc!"
Amelia, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke. Standing in the shadow of the room, facing the people who turned their heads, her blue eyes were like hidden turbulent seas, and she said word by word: "She is really A witch?"
"What do you mean?" Debra frowned irritably, and then sneered: "This kind of thing has been decided a long time ago, what are you trying to do now? Are you defending her? Amelia , don't forget your identity!"
"I have only one identity, and I have never confused it." Amelia raised her eyebrows and smiled slightly: "Debra, do you dare to hold a ceremony of asking the gods? Do you dare to say that you have never wronged any civilians? To label them as dark forces?"
Debra was momentarily at a loss for words.
She really didn't dare.
Everyone in the room focused their eyes on the two. The two equally outstanding blond girls faced each other tit for tat. They were unwilling to look down at each other, as if they were competing for something.
After a long time, Debra put on her gentle smile again, and said softly, "Okay, I accept this challenge. What if the two of them are witches? What will happen to you, Amelia."
She calmly changed the topic of "have you wronged civilians?" and focused everyone's attention on "whether the two girls are witches or not".
She is guilty.
But Amelia didn't poke her. Instead, following her voice, she said the words Debra wanted to hear the most: "I will voluntarily give up the chief position."
"Okay. Then I'll wait to take over your chief position." Debra smiled confidently.
Rita, who winked and tried to stop Amelia, stomped her feet in frustration, furious.
From everyone's point of view, the two girls who lived with witches and sleepwalked at night must be witches, and there was no second answer.
That is to say, after the ceremony of asking the gods, Amelia will definitely give up the chief position.
Except for the two girls who were tearful and moved and almost gave in to each other, everyone looked at Amelia with a strange color.
'How could this child be so stupid at such a young age. '
— a feeling like this.
Debra couldn't wait to urge Amelia to leave quickly so that she could return to the town to prepare materials for the god ceremony. The three saints led most of the knights to walk ahead quickly.
Leaving a few knights with the baby and the witch, slowly moving forward in the forest.
In the crowd, Amelia pursed her lips and smiled. It's actually a win-win situation for her.
girl is a witch = give up the chief position = happy
Girls are not witches = 2 lives saved = happy
No matter what, she was happy, and the result of the god-asking ceremony made no difference to her.
If this matter can be used to get rid of the chief position, it will save her the effort to think of a way later.
All of them were people who had received martial arts training. They walked very fast, and within a short while they left their companions with their families far behind and walked out of the forest.
As soon as the group reached the city gate, they realized that something was wrong.
It was so quiet.
In the past, in the rice fields outside the city gate, there would be the sound of farmers working, the laughter of children, and women from all over the neighborhood sitting here talking and laughing.
But those are gone now.
"Something's wrong." Amelia hid Rita behind her, and said to the knights surrounding them, "Pull out your sword and pay attention to your surroundings."
Debra also pulled out her wand, temporarily ignoring the matter of the god ceremony, tensing her nerves, and walked carefully into the city gate.
As soon as he stepped in, someone gasped loudly.
Since being chosen as a saint, Amelia has seen a lot of bloody corpses, but she has never seen such a large number of corpses and so much blood.
Hell, it's like hell in here.
Everyone was stunned for a while at the gate of the city, and some couldn't help it, turned around and supported the city wall and vomited.
Amelia also panicked for a moment, but quickly clenched her wand and whispered: "Don't be distracted, go to church and meet up with the other people left behind."
Everyone gathered their minds and stepped over the pool of blood, over one crooked corpse after another. There were old people, adults, and children. They were all killed with one blow. There was a blood hole the size of a bowl in their chest.
—They all had their hearts ripped out.
What is even more frightening is that there is no fear on their faces, no despair before dying, more like being killed without reacting, and they are still doing their own things before they die, even with a smile on their faces .
This weird scene made everyone tense their bodies and raised their hearts. They walked around one street after another, passing countless dead civilians, and finally came to the church.
The church was also very quiet. This seemed to be an ominous omen, which made everyone's hearts lift up, and they swallowed uneasily.
Amelia took a deep breath, suppressed her emotions, and pushed open the door of the church.
The bloody smell pouring into her nostrils made her heart skip a beat.
Just like the scene of corpses strewn all over the town, on the steps of the church, there are also several knights with the symbols of the gods carved on their armor.
Blood flowed down the white stairs, staining the holy and immaculate statue red.
Everyone walked in silently. While walking, someone accidentally knocked off the helmet of one of the knights. A young gray face was revealed.
Amelia glanced at the familiar face, her heart sank suddenly, her fingers clenched the wand tightly, and her veins bulged.
I turned around in the church, but I couldn't find a living person. All the knights who stayed behind died as silently as the outsiders.
"W-Who the hell did this, who did it..."
Someone panicked and said, "Wouldn't it be the witch we caught who did it?"
"No way?"
Everyone went down to the basement to check, but the witch was still half-conscious and hanging on the torture device, her unhealed wound was dripping with blood, and she was still half-dead.
"Hey, don't you guys think it looks familiar?" Debra put her finger on her chin and thought, "That day, when the two witches were rescued, everyone passed out like this without feeling anything, but it was even worse today. , His method is even more bloody, directly killing so many people."
Rita nodded in agreement: "I remember it when you said that, and they are indeed very similar."
Amelia pursed her lips and did not answer their words.
They don't know the inside story, but Amelia knows that she can only make everyone faint, and the number can't be too many, and this town has thousands of people, so she wants to kill so many people quietly, she does less than.
The city is too dangerous for them to stay any longer.
"Go, go now, don't take anything, get out of here immediately."
A group of people ran to the gate of the city in panic, and the cool breeze blew the pool of blood. Petals fell from the branches and floated on the blood that merged into the river and sea.
If it weren't for the weird color of the pool of water, this might be a spring scene worth admiring.
"Is everyone okay? Keep going, and run to the next town in one go." Amelia wiped the sweat from her brow, turned to look at Rita: "Are you okay? Rita—"
A flash of light flashed in front of her eyes.
The arrow made of fine iron, with blood grooves and barbs on both sides pierced Rita's chest cavity.
Blood spattered out.
The proud girl showed a dazed look, and reached out to grab Amelia, but her body fell backwards with the force of the arrow, her fingertips brushed past her, and fell heavily to the ground.