Chapter 207: Descendants of Bad Omen, Furnace of Fighting Spirits, Witch Circe
The execution ground was in chaos.
Citizens fell into panic because of the strange man who kidnapped the witch, and the square was noisy and uproar.
“What an ugly face that is, it’s like a curse!”
“He destroyed the trial, and now the plague will never subside!”
On the steps in front of the main entrance of Notre Dame Cathedral, Judge Pedro whispered to the captain of the guard beside him. Immediately, the guards formed a line to push aside the chaotic crowd and chased the direction in which the weirdo escaped.
The Hunchback of Notre Dame robs the court, this unfolding seems familiar.
Yeats thought he had stumbled into the plot of "The Hunchback of Notre Dame."
Recalling carefully, this plot in the original game is a tribute to Victor Hugo's masterpiece, but the details are completely different.
This is a fantasy world after all, and the Hunchback of the Clock Tower is a real high-level powerhouse. The extraordinary aura revealed during the unarmed fight just now has made many mortals tremble and fear.
Gray stood on tiptoes and looked around, and found that guards had begun to control the scene and investigate one by one. If she didn't leave, she might be in trouble. She asked:
"Yeats, what should we do?"
< br>Kandra's eyes flashed slightly, she stroked her white beard and said: "Yeats, you and Gray go back to your residence first. I will be back soon."
The implication is that Candela wants to go there in person. Find out.
Yeats also wanted to know what happened between the two people, but with his current strength, it would be easy to get angry if he personally investigated, but it would be more convenient for Candela to do so.
Of course, Yeats also has a means of investigation, which is to let the snow owl follow Candela. With the help of the mind-to-heart connection between the trainer and the familiar, Yeats can also understand the first-line intelligence.
Yeats nodded slightly, looked at the knight commander aside, and said, "Lead the way back to the palace."
"I'm really sorry for disturbing you." The knight commander sounded panicked, " But please don’t worry, Judge Pedro will definitely catch the criminal as soon as possible!”
Yeats was indifferent, and the knight commander did not dare to say more, leading Yeats and Gray to ride through the chaos! crowd.
A guard wanted to step forward to investigate, but noticed the cold and stern gaze of the knight captain. He immediately fell silent and looked hesitantly at the guard captain beside him.
The guard looked intently, swatting flies and stroking the hilt of his sword as if he was very busy. Suddenly he grabbed a farmer and gritted his teeth and said: "Go over there and wait for interrogation. Don't try to sneak away!"
The guard looked sad and understood everything immediately. When the presiding judge starts to investigate, will I be the one to take the blame?
The square has become farther and farther away.
The figure of the witch with a special temperament just now is still lingering in Yeats's mind.
"If she is really the witch of lust, she is also the [vessel] for Lilith's arrival. Neither the witch high priest nor the heresy chief judge will sit back and watch her fall into the hands of the other party." Yeats's gaze With a slight flash of light, he secretly speculated, "But she must have awakened as a witch recently, and she was born with the blood of a witch."
Witches are divided into two types: innate and acquired. The former relies on the power of blood, and the latter relies on signing a contract with the lord. Those who are qualified to become the devil's vessel must have the power of the witch in their blood.
This kind of witch with the power of bloodline often has a higher upper limit than the extraordinary person who becomes a witch later in life. The premise is that the bloodline must be awakened first.
Their ancestors are often powerful witches, and their magic power continues to accumulate and flow in the blood of their descendants. It is possible for two mortals to give birth to a witch, which is a generational awakening.
Yeats recalled carefully and remembered that this witch coven not only dispatched the high priest Circe, she also took in several witches along the way, brought them to Sternberg, and hid them in the city sewers [ Mouse Hole].
“Going to the mouse hole will give you a chance to negotiate with Circe.” Yeats thought to himself, “Of course, I have to put on the ever-changing mask and a vest before acting...this time the vest , just call it [Hugo]”
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A white albatross flew across the sky, following the breath left by the Hunchback of Notre Dame, to a birch tree beside the river outside the city, looking around, and looking towards the bridge hole under the bridge.
In the bridge cave, a one-eyed and lame deformed man with a stooped back carefully placed the slender girl on his shoulders on the cold muddy ground.
He was like a monster made up of limbs and bones. The one eye squeezed by a tumor reflected a girl who was so scared that she huddled together. She hurriedly waved her hands to show that she had no ill intentions.
The weirdo tried to comfort the girl, but what came out of his throat was a hoarse whisper like a beast. Gretchen wiped her dirty cheeks, with tears in her eyes, trying to discern what the weirdo meant, her voice trembled and she whispered:
"You...can't speak?"
The weirdo was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and grinned, revealing his jagged teeth.
The sallow-faced girl curled up and watched the weirdo carefully, her eyes flickering slightly, and she asked softly:
"Why did you save me? You and I have never met before... Why risk your life to save me?”
At this time, the weirdo roared from his throat and danced in protest.
The girl was startled and hugged her legs, but saw the strange man became quiet again, his eyes flashed with sadness that was almost seeping through, which made the girl's heart tremble slightly.
"You mean..." Gretchen asked softly, "We have met before?"
The weirdo's eyes glowed again, he grinned and nodded vigorously.
Greqin was slightly in a trance. She did not remember having any contact with the weirdo.
“When was it?” Gretchen asked in a low voice, “I can’t remember it at all.”
The weirdo's mood suddenly became depressed, and he had no way to explain to the other party. That was many years ago, and perhaps the other party has long forgotten about it.
But for Modo, on a snowy night, when he was bullied and laughed at in a corner because of his ugliness, and was dying of cold, the girl who handed him the scarf was holy. Be like an angel.
Later, he was adopted by the presiding judge and was responsible for ringing the bell in the bell tower, living a repetitive but peaceful life.
Until he was on the execution ground, Modo stood in the bell tower and saw the figure tied to the torture rack. An irresistible magical power prompted him to make the decision to rescue the girl.
Even though this decision is tantamount to disobeying his adoptive father's order, Modo is ready to plead guilty to the presiding judge.
Looking at the safe and sound girl, Modo grinned, then thought that the people sent by his adoptive father would soon catch up. His brows wrinkled again, pain and entanglement showed on his ugly face, and finally he gritted his teeth with a fierce look in his eyes. .
At this time.
A magic circle appeared on the river, shining with dark green light.
In the light, a tall figure appeared, wearing a pointed witch hat, jet black leather armor, and a thick face towel, revealing green eyes and a cold aura.
The Hunchback of Notre Dame sensed a strong crisis from this witch, stood up angrily, and stood in front of Gretchen, his eyes flashing with hatred and hostility.
"Leave the witch behind you to me." The witch said calmly, "This will be a good thing for both parties. You can also have an explanation after you go back, the poor descendant of Omen."
The Hunchback of Notre Dame is rickety. His body was shaking violently, and he would never allow anyone to take Greqin away from him.
Suddenly, the Hunchback of Notre Dame roared, stretched out his broad palms, and rushed towards the witch!
He ignited the surging red fighting spirit, stepped on the water with his bare feet, but did not sink. The water surface evaporated and boiled because of this strange fighting spirit.
This kind of fighting spirit is as rare as the moonlight fighting spirit. It is called the 'furnace fighting spirit'. It only appears in some premature and deformed children, as if fate has cursed them and blessed them at the same time.
The origin of this fighting spirit has to be traced back to an ugly and deformed god. This god is a blacksmith and holds the power of fire. He is the most special one among the beautiful and noble gods. The furnace fighting spirit is caused by He creates.
Among the strong men with furnace fighting spirit, the most famous one is the "Ominous Ghost King" who once had a fierce battle with Lorraine.
Like the Hunchback of Notre Dame, he was born with a deformity, but he possessed an unparalleled power of furnace fighting spirit. When he was about to die, he cursed the newborns in the Atrium Continent so that deformed monsters like him would appear, but Only these "descendants of bad omen" are qualified to practice the furnace fighting spirit.
Seeing the furnace vindictiveness igniting on the Hunchback of Notre Dame, a strange color flashed across the witch's eyes, and her eyes immediately turned sharp.
In an instant, the Hunchback of Notre Dame rushed in front of the witch, clenched his iron fist burning with blood-red fighting spirit, and fiercely smashed into the witch's face.
However, the witch's figure disappeared instantly and appeared under the bridge. She raised her hand and pointed, and a green ball of light shot out instantly, hitting the Hunchback of Notre Dame on the back.
Bang!
The Hunchback of Notre Dame was transformed into an ugly black goat and crashed into the river.
The witch stared at the rising water column, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and whispered:
"It seems that your adoptive father only valued your talent, but never taught you any fighting Skill, huh, no wonder I can only stay in the bell tower and ring the bell.”
Immediately, the witch looked at the trembling Greqin and said coldly:
"Come with me, you should go to the place that truly belongs to you."
"You... in the end Who is it?" Greqin asked tremblingly, "Why should I believe you!"
"It seems that you still don't understand what happened to you," the witch said slowly. "You can call me Circe, the high priest of the Witches. And the reason why you were imprisoned by the church is precisely because you awakened and became a witch."
"Witch...me?" Greqin incredible.
"Many times, fate does not allow you to make a choice. You can only be like the fallen leaves on the water, pushed forward by the flowing water..."
Cercy has already investigated Greqin's life experience and told her story one by one. of the past.
"You were a child adopted by a prostitute. On the night your mother was burned at the stake by the court, you walked out of the house late at night and knew nothing about what happened next... Did I say something wrong? ?"
The shock in Greqin's eyes became more and more obvious: "How do you... know this?"
"The witch blood in you is stronger than any witch. And it is precisely because of your awakening that many women dance with you," Circe said.
Greqin's face turned pale as if she had been struck by lightning, and she said tremblingly: "This...could it be said that it was really me who caused the dance plague?"
"The so-called dance plague is just a sensational fabrication made by the church. "The words." Circe said sternly, "The collective dance you caused unconsciously is actually a ritual of the Witch of Origin, for..." before she finished her words.
A water column exploded on the river.
The Hunchback of Notre Dame ignited the furnace vindictiveness that became more and more surging, making the entire river boil. His body was like a red-hot iron with white gas rising up, and he roared like a beast at Circe.
boom!
Modo stepped onto the river and rushed towards Circe.
Cersei looked back and stretched out her fingers to draw a magic circle out of thin air. Immediately, the magic circle lit up with bright light, and hot flames spurted out from it, swallowing up the Hunchback of Notre Dame in an instant!
Boom!
The Hunchback of Notre Dame, covered in charred black, knelt down in the middle of the bridge and fell down with a thud.
Immediately, he tremblingly stretched out his palm to Greqin and let out the cry of a wounded beast.
Greqin held his palm with both hands, with tears in her eyes, and said:
“No, there’s no need for this, she won’t hurt me, you’d better go back. "
The Hunchback of Notre Dame shook his head and tried to stand up. He was hit by a purple light shot from behind by Circe and fell to the ground.
Greqin was horrified: "You...killed him?"
"It's just a sleep spell." Circe held her forehead and said with a headache. "As long as the descendants of Omen are given a little favor, they will die willingly. The Inquisition's method of adopting the descendants of Omen is really smart."
"You just said, I am a witch." Gretchen raised her head, looked into the witch's mysterious dark eyes, and said tremblingly, "Then...what should I do now?"
< br>She could see that this witch had the ability to easily kill the Hunchback of Notre Dame, but she showed mercy again and again, which proved that she was not an indiscriminate killer.
Regardless of whether the witch's identity is true or false, facing the church's pursuit, for Gretchen, the only one she can trust is the witch in front of her.
Cersey looked at Greqin and said in a deep voice: "Go to a place with me first."
At this time.
Complex sounds sounded in Circe's ears.
"I am here to see you again..."
Circe turned to look at an albatross flying towards her with wings. In an instant, the albatross transformed into the image of a white-robed mage.
Candra’s eyes flickered, full of complexity.
"Teacher Circe, we haven't seen you for a long time."
The witch was stunned for a long time, then slowly said:
"It's been a long time, Candela."
Immediately, the witch's voice became cold and said:
"I don't remember, I have taught you to eavesdrop on other people's conversations."
Kandra turned a deaf ear and looked at Greqin behind her: "This girl, if I guess correctly, is related to the coming of Lilith?"
"So?" Circe said indifferently, "You Do you want to be your so-called 'Watcher of Midgard' to prevent me from taking her away?"
"The power of the mage should be used to resist extraordinary powers from other planes, not For human use..." Candela took a deep breath and said decisively, "So, no matter what, I will not allow you to summon the devil."
"You are still as stubborn as ever, my good student, I think. Mages should restrain themselves, stay away from the world, and become the guardians of human civilization. Little do they know how many mages are greedy for the prosperity of the world." Circe sneered, "After so many years, you are still naive and simple."
"This is not the case. The reason for your sacrifice to Lilith, Circe." Kandra held the staff.
Circe's eyes were full of disappointment. With her character, how could she summon Lilith? Everything will get out of hand! The reason why the witch of lust was taken away was so that she would not fall into the hands of the church.
"You don't understand me, Candela, that's the case before, and it will be the same in the future." Circe said coldly, "But I don't want to fight with you, at least not here."
"Why? Candela asked.
Cersey paused and said:
“Because you were once the most important person to me.”
Candela's eyes were stunned, and countless memories came to his mind. He stood there as if a restraining spell had been exerted on him.
In the blink of an eye, Circe had used the teleportation spell to take Greqin away from the bridge.
The good opportunity to keep her has been missed, and with the master's magical attainments, even Candela cannot pursue her.
Above the treetops, the snowy owl's yellow eyes shine brightly, reflecting the slightly depressed Candela from the back.
With the help of the snowy owl's perspective, Yeats completely observed everything that happened under the bridge and sighed secretly.
"Being controlled by one sentence for more than ten seconds, this is Teacher Candela's White Moonlight."
In the original plot, Circe and Candela, the master and apprentice parted ways because of different ideas.
Kandra is determined to become the guardian of the wizarding world, so that wizards and humans can be distinguished, while Circe is committed to letting witches and humans coexist peacefully.
Because only in this way can witches be upright and stay with humans.
“So, tsundere has withdrawn from the environment.” Yeats muttered, “Giving for free is popular nowadays!”
At this moment, Yeats is in the Sternberg sewers, a drainage system established by the ancient empire as early as BC and still in use today.
The stench wafted from the sewers and was isolated by Yeats's barrier. However, he had transformed into a white-haired old man with a resolute face, like a weathered captain. Even his height and body shape had changed.
“What a powerful disguise.” Zuanya said in surprise, “The goddess of mist is willing to give you this treasure of the town.”
“This is my return gift for inviting her to dinner. . ”
Yeats made a low voice, walking on the platform next to the sewer, which was higher than the sink, and stopped in front of a wall.
According to his memory, this was where the Witches were stationed, but Yeats could feel an invisible barrier blocking his way and couldn't break it by his own means, and he couldn't help but frown.
"Diamond, can you open the barrier here?" Yeats asked.
"I have no idea, but Feitan should be very good at solving puzzles and breaking barriers." Zuanya said.
"That makes sense, Feitan, it's your turn to show off!"
Yeats summoned the fish of wisdom, Feitan looked at the wall carefully for a long time, and then a faint rainbow shone on his body Light. Under the illumination of this rainbow light, the wall gradually rose, and a narrow passage appeared in front of us.
There is a barrier inside the passage, which is slowly dissolving at this moment.
Yeats followed the passage and came to the deepest part of the [Mouse Hole]. A fire was burning in the center of a square, and women in cloaks and ragged clothes were nestling beside the fire. Some of them are witches and some are ordinary people.
Feitan broke through the barrier silently, until Yeats came to the square, and the witch in black next to an alchemical cauldron suddenly became aware of it and cast a cold look.
Before she took action, Yeats had already raised his hands and said calmly:
“I have no ill intentions, respected witch high priest, I am here to discuss a cooperation with you. ”
Circe narrowed her eyes slightly and sneered: "Cooperation? Is there anyone who breaks into the base camp directly like an assassin and talks about cooperation?"
The old man disguised as Yeats looked as usual: "This is to prove, I have the ability to cooperate with you, and I can also join hands with the church to fight against the enemy."
"Are you threatening me?" Circe's tone was cold, and her murderous intent was as sharp as a blade.
"No, I just want to remind the high priest that hiding here is not a long-term solution. It is better to strike first and get the [Red Shoes] first."
Cercy He was startled, and his heart was full of horror.
How did he know about the red shoes? This is transformed by the divinity of Lilith, and it is also a necessary sacrifice to summon Lilith. However, this is a top secret in the witch guild. Where did the other party know about it?
First of all, it can be determined that the other party is not a church member, otherwise there is no need to bother. So which force will it be? Mages Guild? moonlight? Or dark night?
Cersei’s thoughts were racing, and she thought, the Moonlight Church’s ‘Moon Flower’ has always been famous for breaking barriers, and Lilith has part of the moonlight authority, could she be a member of the Moonlight Church?
She secretly observed the white-haired old man in front of her. After a long silence, she decided to listen to the other party's intention first and said:
"Let's talk about the cooperation."
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Drill Tooth's cheerful communication technique sounded.
“She was really fooled by you, Yeats!”
(End of this chapter)