chsdbacks #380 - Catherine is a witch
#380 - Catherine is a witch
In the darkness, the blade reflected the light of the raging flames.
The roaring fire seemed to overwhelm the moonlight overhead, and the chaotic shouts of battle and the clang of weapons sent countless small animals scurrying in terror.
"May the Holy Lord protect us!"
With a sword strike to the head of the militiaman before him, the militiaman shuddered, revealing his white skull as he crashed to the ground.
Raising his longsword, Ralph roared with satisfaction, "Farmer, do you still dare defy a knight?"
After shouting this, seeing the militiamen crowding in with their cudgels, Ralph leaned on his sword and quickly retreated behind his comrades to rest.
The militiamen continued to fight desperately, but this could not stop the knights' slow advance.
The Order Knights dismounted from the city walls, their combat prowess still exceptional.
Due to the interference of the fire within the city, the council army was outnumbered by these knights, let alone pushing them off the wall.
Amidst the choking smoke, the number of council soldiers on the city wall dwindled, while the number of guards climbing onto the wall increased.
The knights and guards present were confident, knowing they would be eating breakfast in Rapid Falls City's most luxurious palace tomorrow morning!
After regulating his breathing, Ralph's heartbeat gradually returned to normal, and he immediately raised his sword, once again charging towards the militiamen.
"Watch out!"
Someone shouted loudly, and before the knights could react, they saw something falling like rain in the night.
These sand-sized objects rustled across their armor, lodging in the seams.
Ralph thought it was something dangerous, but surprisingly, these little things didn't cause any harm.
"What is this?" Picking up a reddish-brown seed, he widened his eyes, "Sand? Hiss—"
Feeling a sting in his finger, Ralph immediately waved his hand, trying to throw off the seed.
But no matter how he shook his hand, this plant from the Flesh Throne Desert remained firmly attached to his finger.
He tore at it with force, finally managing to rip off a small piece of skin along with the thorns of the vine.
Is this a seed? When did it sprout?
Looking at the red vines writhing and growing on the ground like small snakes, Ralph swallowed hard, wondering what kind of trickery these wizards were up to.
"Ah—"
"Don't touch those seeds!"
Loud screams rang out from around him, and the moment Ralph turned his head in confusion, he was so frightened that he took three steps back.
The knights who had been fighting on the city wall now had countless tiny red vines sprouting from the seams of their armor.
On the shining plate armor, the red vines were like red scars, constantly spreading, growing, and quickly covering the knights' entire bodies.
These vines spread across the surface of their armor, burrowing in from the gaps and under the skirt of the armor.
"What is this? What is this?"
"It's magic, quickly call the monks up here!"
"Ah, it's sucking my blood, it must be a vampire conspiracy!"
Beneath their bucket helms, the red vines crawled slowly upwards from the neck, greedily sucking their blood, on the terrified faces of the knights.
The high and mighty knights frantically tore at the vines on their bodies, but either they ripped off a piece of flesh, or they got stuck in the armor.
More often than not, they didn't have time for any extra movements and were simply bound by the blood-sucking vines.
They removed their helmets and iron gauntlets, trying to stop the vines from crawling into their eyes.
But as soon as the helmets were removed, the militiamen's cudgels smashed down on them.
The knights fell with wide eyes, and in the broken brains and blood, the blood-sucking vines continued to greedily devour their flesh.
This vine, from the wasteland desert of the Flesh Throne, was something the local desert herders were most familiar with and most afraid of.
Many herdsmen and brave tribal warriors had died in despair after falling into the blood-sucking vine traps in the oases.
Like the Giant Spider Slime Sand Sculpture, the blood-sucking vine was also regarded as a degenerate descendant of a demon, and when they gathered in groups, they would develop a certain degree of self-awareness.
A court mage of the Throne once tried to tame them, but unfortunately, due to their bloodthirsty and greedy nature, the mage was pierced through the back of his eye and died.
However, some people claimed that the mage had actually succeeded in taming them, but had just played with them too much.
But today, these unruly blood-sucking vines seemed to be listening to some command, frantically launching attacks on the knights, ignoring the militiamen and council army soldiers completely.
Not only the blood-sucking vines, but the weeds on the ground were also growing at an alarming rate.
One centimeter, two centimeters, three centimeters, and eventually growing to a meter high.
These weeds, like poisonous snakes, wrapped around the knights' calves, forcing them to be unable to move.
"What are you waiting for? Attack!"
Wearing heavy armor, Karl swung his longsword, directly bisecting a knight whose eyes were covered by blood-sucking vines. He stood up and shouted to the others.
But most people stood there dumbfounded, watching the terrifying scene in front of them with fear. Some people standing on the edge even saw an even more terrifying scene.
Surrounded by a group of guards, Catherine's apple-green pupils emitted a faint green light.
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Wherever her gaze reached, countless blood-sucking vines and weeds rose up, tightly entangling the advancing guards and knights.
From time to time, blood would flow from her nose, and her face became increasingly pale.
But she still stubbornly stood in place, manipulating the plants to throw the Imperial soldiers off the wall one by one.
Looking at the dazed postures of several senior partners beside him, Mittney patted them on the shoulder: "Stop watching, none of us have even killed a chicken, so let's not add to their trouble."
One partner pointed at Catherine with a trembling finger: "Witch, a witch?"
"Did you always know?" Another partner couldn't believe it either.
Mittney sighed: "What do you think, when the Megdith Merchant Guild was smuggling, how did they win against the bandits and robbers? Why do you think the Megdith Merchant Guild's madder flower fields have such high yields?"
"But, but...oh dear." The partners stammered, saying vague words. Not only others, but he himself didn't know what he was saying.
Catherine, this well-known female merchant, is actually a witch?
Could it be that the rumors of Juan Nuo colluding with the Secret Party are true? What is Juan Nuo then? What is their uprising?
Could it be some conspiracy by the Secret Party? Speaking of which, it is said that there are also traces of Secret Party members and witches active in the Savior Army in the east.
Mittney saw through their thoughts, but there was nothing he could do. He pushed them down: "We are all grasshoppers tied to the same rope, so don't think so much.
Instead of being surprised here, let's quickly lend a hand to put out the fire in the city. With Catherine here, at least Rapid Falls City won't be lost."
As Mittney said, when the first ray of sunlight shone on the wall, this wave of attacks was completely over.
Judging from the losses, it is estimated that the Imperial army outside the city will not launch a new round of attacks for the next two or three days.
But there was not much joy after the victory on the city wall, but rather a strange atmosphere permeated.
Stepping on the dried bloodstains, the city guards and militiamen bent over, picking up usable weapons and armor on the ground.
They often saw dry corpses drained of blood by blood-sucking vines, lying狰狞horizontally on the ground with狰狞 faces.
Although the wizards repeatedly emphasized that the blood-sucking vines had withered, they still did not dare to step forward to strip off the knights' armor.
In the past, this was their favorite thing to do, but today they were not in the mood.
From time to time, they would bend down and look towards the red turret.
After repelling the attack, their usually admired Lady Catherine had fainted due to exhaustion.
In the past, there would definitely be many people trying to visit, but today the door of the red turret was deserted.
Everyone's heart seemed to be echoing a question—
So Catherine... is a witch.