Mayne stood on an arched hillside, looking far away at the city ahead.

The last time I came, Wolfheart City was far from what it is now—its walls were made of snow-stones from the Kingdom of Eternal Winter, neat and white, like a newborn wolf tooth.In just three months, it has completely changed its appearance, and the damage is filled with the local black boulder, and the place where it is too late to repair it is equipped with a wooden frame and baffle, and the flowing blood is immersed in the stone seam, making it dyed a brown.

From a distance, the walls are rough and covered with dirt, like the teeth of a weathered old wolf.But it is more like the fangs of the predator than before - it is only after biting the prey, it will be more chilling.

The army of the church set up a camp in the position of about five miles outside Wolfheart City, in order to prevent the Queen of the blue water from attacking the old holy city, this time the scale is not as large as the last time.The judgmental army and the heavy army each had 5,000 men, and the God-punishment army was about 800 people.But with top-secret weapons and purity, Mayne has full confidence in conquering the Wolf King's nest.

"Ochur, the "aggressive beast" has been placed in place, ready to attack at any time."A god ran to the top of the hill and reported to him.

“What about the pure ones who control them?”

"The same is ready."

Mayn held up the lookout mirror to observe the location of the "attack beast" - only two huge steel beasts lying in the field two miles away from the royal city, surrounded by baffles on both sides, with grass sheds at the top.If you do not look close to it, it is difficult to detect the strange shape of this weapon.

Moving forward, it is the line of God’s punishment army, which is transformed by the most devout believers in the church and stands straight in the autumn wind.Only the enemies who have fought with them will know the terrifying power of these extraordinary samurai.Regrettably, they cannot act autonomously and must fight by orders given by commanders who never appear in public at church and are also part of the army of divine punishments, mixed in ranks, and no one knows their true identity except the three archbishops and the pope.

"Very well," Mayne nodded with satisfaction, "and return to your place and wait for the trumpet of attack to blow."

“Yes, my lord.”

Then came the purer of the pope.

Thinking of the two witches, he could not help but frown, they were very different from the other witches raised by the church, and they still did their own way even in the march.The pure ones of their own men must be punished for flogging, but in the ecclesiastical posts, they are on an equal basis with the bishop, and Mayne cannot direct these two men—the Pope’s crown is only sending two pure men to “help” themselves to fight, not to “listen” to their orders.

But he also understands that in order to completely eradicate hidden dangers, it is necessary to use their power.

The bishop went down the hillside to a tent on the outskirts of the camp.Opening the curtain, unsurprisingly, the tent was empty.

“What about Jelle and Isabella?”He asked the judge at the door.

"The two adults are being interrogated about the prisoners, and it should be on the east side of the camp now," replied the latter, "there is a flat open space, which you can see when you walk over."Do you need me to call them?”

If you call them, I won’t be here myself.And it’s a prisoner game...are they not tired of it yet?Mayne said with a calm face, "No, I'll go and see."

...

He soon found the place the guard said.

There were two women standing in the middle of the flat ground, one leaning forward, and was pasting on the ears of the other three prisoners with their backs, whispering what, her expression was gentle and focused, and the white hair and the horns of the robe danced with the wind, like an immeasurable elf.Another woman had an arrogant figure and a golden curly hair, and occasionally let out a crisp and pleasant laugh.

“Let the judgmental forces around them leave the place at once,” Mayn, who was the chief of the bodyguard, commanded, “and so did the men responsible for taking care of the captives, so that they would not have to take care of it.”

“Follow the orders.”

The blond witch noticed the movement on this side, and she said hello to her partner, and then walked quickly.

"Your excellency," said the man, "how can you drive away the audience?"The trial is about to begin.”

"Ms. Isabella," he said, nodding back, "the full-scale attack on Wolfheart is about to begin, and it makes no sense to interrogate the captives, and these men are but spies caught along the way, and know very little information.I hope that you and Jair will go to the front immediately."

"Don't worry, since we're here, it's impossible to let go of an important enemy," said Isabella, "and as for the trial... I can't stop her."If not, you'll act as an audience, and it won't take long anyway."

“Like before?”

"Well, the rules are basically the same," she smiled, "Jellow likes this game the most."

“Let’s start so quickly.”Damn, Mayne had no expression on his face, but he was irritated.It is a trial game, but it is better to call the cat catches the mouse.The captive must escape the other party's delineated scope or defeat the witch in order to get a glimmer of life - and this life is extremely small, but it is used to lure the mouse to fight hard, it seems that it is not difficult to do, in fact, it is out of reach.

He dispersed the judgmental army responsible for protecting and monitoring the pure, and the intention was also to do so—this process was not fair and just at all, and the other party’s actions could not be compared with purity, and he saw too much, lest they shake their faith in the church.

When they take over as pope, they must be taught the importance of obeying orders.

At this time, Jairo had untied the ropes on the captive's body, and at the same time opened her hands, indicating that she had not carried any weapons on her body.In front of the captives was a long sword, a machete and a light crossbow.

“Come, fight or flee, and follow her own heart,” she said, still mildly in tone.

One of them gritted his teeth, suddenly picked up the bow from the ground, shot directly at the purity of the close hand, and then whether he shot or not, the other hand had already grabbed the sword and cut forward.The whole action is obviously not the hand of the militia.

However, the sword front did not cut anything, and the pure man took two steps back and easily avoided the raid.When he raised his head, he couldn't help but stop, but saw the truss of the other person being bitten in the mouth, like a branch that was not harmful.

Jaira spit out the crocus and smiled, "Please go on."

The prisoner raised his eyes, his hands trembling slightly.Mayne could see that his courage to gather was few, and even if he fought again, it was estimated that there was only one final blow.

Sure enough, he hesitated for a moment, roared like a vent, and raised his sword to rush straight toward the unarmed woman.

But this shot is too blunt, even if closed, Mayne can guess the result - and Jero contact this short half-month, the ability of this pure man is simply bottomless, she is not an extraordinary person, but has no less than the extraordinary witch fighting talent.This talent lies not in strength or resistance, but in the skill of God.

Even without the magic, she was a warrior who was terrible enough.

On one side of the body, she easily avoided the opponent's chopping, and then the seemingly weak hands clamped the prisoner's head, gently with his forward impulse.Only a whisper was heard, and the other person was like being pulled out of the bones of the whole body, and suddenly collapsed.

She turned her head and looked at the other two, "Next to you."(Unfinished.