Chapter 1582: The South and the Changes
At the junction of the central plains and the south, there is a large plain. Due to financial problems and limited resources, there were no border fortresses, only a pitch-black plain that seemed to have been swept by a powerful fire.
A dead tree in the distance was enveloped in a breeze, causing several bodies suspended from the branches of that tree to sway.
These three corpses belonged to the witch hunters.
This dead tree was a border sign. On the other side of it was the witches ' territory. The central plains and the west were the territory of the Holy Healing Church. The North, where anyone could freeze to death, was under the control of the "King of the North". The east belonged to the primitive tribes, and the south to the witches.
The Dark Raven Planet could be divided into three main blocks: the central plains and west were one block, the north was the second, and the east and south were the last big block.
The natives from the East had no rulers at all. Conflicts often broke out between tribes, and small tribes met here and there. In the north, it was too cold for the Natives to even try to gain a foothold there, and the south was obviously a very dangerous place.
The south was as chaotic as one could imagine. Yes, the Moya family did have a high status, but given the unruly nature of the witches, the Moya family couldn't subdue them all.
Since the east and south bordered each other and had a similar climate, the natives sometimes migrated south, and the witches, of course, received them with open arms, although they themselves did not go to the east, as it was very dangerous.
As long as the witches and the church didn't fight each other, as they understood that their forces were roughly equal and the war would only lead to meaningless losses, the natives kept trying to occupy the witches ' territory.
In fact, more witches have died at the hands of aborigines than at the hands of witch hunters.
When Mo Nora dispersed the witches to the south, the primitive tribes from the east began to attack the south with even greater ferocity. They didn't care who lived in a particular territory, as long as it was habitable, they would immediately try to occupy that territory.
It seemed that the witches were constantly being attacked by barbarians for nothing, but in reality, Mo Nora was constantly trying to take over the east, which is why all these natives were trying to take over the south every day.
Sitting in the carriage, Su Xiao curiously observed the aborigine in front of him. They rode south, but instead of witches, they encountered several savages with clubs and various tattoos on their bodies. Judging from their movements, they probably wanted to rob them, but perhaps they also wanted to eat with them.
— Carmen, who are these gentlemen? Su Xiao asked from inside his carriage.
— I'm not sure. There seems to be a significant change in the south. Shouldn't we take them in and question them?
— A waste of time.
— I agree. Judging by their faces, they seem to want to eat us, so let's kill them, Blood Bear, stop sleeping, some savages just said that you look like a donkey.
— That's bullshit! You don't know the language of these savages! Sleepy Blood Bear replied and stood up, causing Carmen to smile.
Blood bear jumped down from the carriage, bent down, and picked up a few rocks from the ground.
The natives holding spears roared loudly, and two of them charged straight for the big guy.
*Bang,bang!*
Two rocks immediately pierced the two savages ' heads.
Seeing this, their friends immediately turned around and started running away.
— These savages ... have they become so spineless? Ten years ago, they would have howled at me, " Blood Bear muttered and grinned.
Right now, it was hard to see him as a respected " Holy Advisor».
— Kill them all so they don't cause us any trouble.
Carmen obviously wasn't a good person either. His credo generally allowed him to pretend to be anything for the sake of eliminating the goal, so long as the goal was eliminated in the end.
The muscles on the Blood Bear's arms bulged and after a few clicks the fleeing savages fell to the ground.
Melody, who was watching, lowered her head.
Previously, she had only heard about how violent the past witch hunters were.
After dealing with the savages, the two carriages continued to gradually move deeper into the southern territory.
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Ten o'clock that evening.
It was already very dark.
Two carriages were parked next to the bonfire.
— Gunther, did you find out where the witches ' gathering place is?" Carmen asked, sitting in front of the fire.
Gunther thought for a moment. "Yes, there are about twenty witches, they are in the market, there are witches exchanging things, this time they are selling savages there, such goods are in short supply.
When it came to witches, his Alzheimer's disease immediately ceased to exist and he became the legendary witch hunter..
— Can we do it tonight?" Carmen asked, and smiled.
— With more than a ninety percent chance.
— If you say so, then we'll do it.
The drunk took a few sips of wine and stood up.
— Coming already?" Blood Bear asked, looking at his partner with shining eyes.
He hadn't killed a witch in over a decade.
— Of course.
Carmen and the others didn't call out to Su Xiao for help. After all, there were only twenty or so witches, and the strongest one was a rank four witch. If they couldn't even deal with them, how would they even be able to kill Misfortune?
Some of the old men went to the carriage to get their weapons, but Carmen stayed by the fire, since he always had his weapons with him.
The Apostle's eye was floating in the air.
Su Xiao saw these old witch hunters go on a mission.
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Not far from the two carriages, about a twenty-minute walk away, there were wooden houses between the hills.
This was where the small witch market was located. At the end of each month, the witches gathered here to exchange useful items.
Between these houses, on the ground, lay an ugly monster. It was pitch black all around him, but his nose was actively moving, as if trying to find something.
*Whew~*
A crossbow bolt shot out of the darkness. The creature's head was pierced through before it could even cry out, and the poison applied to that bolt immediately sent the creature into shock.
A black shadow suddenly flashed past him and calmly lifted the beast by its front legs with one hand, then stroked its belly with the other.
— Sharp teeth, curved claws, and gray hair. An elementary incarnation of the fourth rank. Make her come out.
Hearing this, the drunkard took the backpack off his back and took out two earthenware jugs. When he opened one of them, a puff of white smoke immediately floated out.
In a wooden house nearby, a witch with a scarred face suddenly sat down on the floor.
A cold glare a moment earlier suddenly flashed in front of her neck.
Carmen limped out of the darkness. The fourth-ranked witch was covering the incision with both hands, trying to recover, and the green energy kept trying to close the wound, and she was very good at it.
With a snap, the whip in Carmen's hand tightened and turned back into a walking stick.
A rank four witch wasn't weak, but unfortunately, she didn't stand a chance.
Five minutes later, the Blood Bear snapped the witch's neck with a crunch, and the wooden door behind it swung open.
The gravedigger soon carried the witch out of the house.
The raging flames began to spread through the witch market a few minutes later, and a few old witch hunters began to walk away calmly. One of them had a limp, another was constantly drunk, a third had one eye, and a fourth had Alzheimer's disease altogether, but each of them was an expert and one of the most experienced witch hunters alive.
Behind one of the houses, a witch was leaning against the wall, fear in her eyes. Her body was translucent, and since it was night, it was almost impossible to see her with the naked eye. She was only able to survive this storm because she woke up a few minutes before the carnage began.
More than a dozen meters away, Gunther suddenly sniffed the air and stopped.
The old man was a little confused.
— It smells like a witch.
— Well, it's obvious that this place will smell like a witch, and more than one, " Blood Bear replied, wiping the blood off his hands.
— No, I mean alive.
When the witch turned her head, she saw a wrinkled old face right in front of her, and because of the raging fire nearby, it looked very scary at that moment.
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