Sentinel Post
The wall of the Madil Gang outpost was not high and looked very simple. The old pine wood wall was full of bloodstains, apparently having just gone through several fierce battles. As soon as Pan Ni and his men entered the village, a group of villagers surrounded them, eagerly asking:
"Spernill, have you found reinforcements?"
Spinnel's expression suddenly became awkward, and he stuttered out the cause and effect. The villagers looked at Pan Ni's three people with very disappointed expressions: "There are only three people, what can they do to help?"
Panni furrowed his brow, he wasn't here to help in the first place. In fact, after exchanging a few words with Anel, he had already thought of going directly to Mushtiriel to find that witch. It was just that considering the surrounding environment was not safe, so he decided to take a temporary rest here. But seeing the coldness of this group of villagers, his heart suddenly felt somewhat unpleasant.
"Even if it's just the three of us, we will definitely help you." However, Saint Warrior apparently didn't think so much and felt the villagers' coldness, loudly calling out.
Another one who only knows how to talk nicely, tsk, and still a young girl at that. However, the villagers obviously didn't take it seriously, people from the north are straightforward, hearing that the speaker was an underage girl, they didn't even bother to respond.
"Let's go see Lady Sally first, the three of us." Spernill sighed and stopped Cera from speaking again, his expression heavy: "Please forgive us, we've lost many comrades in these days, so our mood isn't very good."
"I can understand..." Panni inserted a sentence: "But who is Sally Fen?"
"She is the Witch-Officer of the Garrison," Spinnel said.
"Witch officer?" Penny's eyes lit up: "Is it someone from the Witches' Association?"
"Yes, sir. In each of the villages in Laisserman, it's these gentlemen who handle government affairs." Spiniel sighed: "Since the village was attacked by the giant demons, Lady Sarifen hasn't rested for several days."
"We can ask her about the witches' coven," Annel whispered to Penny.
Pang Ni nodded, he had this intention.
In a small hut deep in the village, Panni felt the fluctuation of Aortic power from a distance. Sperniel quietly opened the door and led the three people inside, where they saw a thin Laiserman witch sitting behind a table, wearing a mask that couldn't hide her dejected expression.
Penny could even tell that this witch hadn't prepared a spell in days.
It's worth noting that preparing a spell is a delicate task, and if there are any mistakes in the process, it can easily lead to serious consequences. Therefore, when a mage is not spiritually refreshed, they will absolutely not do such things.
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In fact, Witch Sally was indeed very tired. If she took off her mask, you could see the dark circles under her eyes were so deep they were almost purple.
The dark lord has been attacking the village for half a month, and batch after batch of warriors who went out to seek help are like stones sinking into the sea. Occasionally, some return with their heads hung low, bringing bad news - Mu Sheng Ti Er refuses to provide assistance, as for the reason, there are many.
But whatever the reason may be, it cannot change one reality - Madel Garrison will continue to support under the siege of a large group of ogres for an unknown period of time.
In this period of fighting, more than twenty warriors in the village have already died, and it is unknown how long they can hold on.
Sally had been busy reinforcing the defensive fortifications, strengthening her defenses and resisting the giant demon's attacks for several days without sleep, and as for preparing spells, she hadn't seriously practiced in two days.
The three self-proclaimed adventurers in front of her were a pleasant surprise, unlike the disappointed villagers outside. She thought that at this time, every bit of strength was worth fighting for, so when she saw Pan Ni and several others coming in, she greeted them with a very warm attitude:
"Welcome, travelers from afar, but I'm afraid we don't have fine wine and delicacies to welcome you with. As you can see, our village is in a terrible state."
The witch's kindness slightly improved Penny's mood, feeling that this might be a person who can get along with.
"In fact, we have come to relieve you of your distress." Sela said.
"Wait a minute, you're the Holy Warrior of Tir? Didn't the witches' coven send an invitation to your church just the other day? Why aren't you on the battlefield in the northwest and instead appear here?" The witch seemed to remember something and stared at Sera's chest armor with suspicion.
"We were invited, but a lady named Mius Derland told us that the Sixth Euslo has reneged on the alliance." Serra shook her head: "But I think we can't just return to the church without doing anything, hearing her mention there's a war here, I thought of coming over to see if we could do something."
"It's strange... The agreement was made, but now it's been reneged on. This has damaged the reputation of the Witches' Association." Sally Fen Witch hung her head, took off her mask and rubbed her eyes, with a thoughtful expression.
"In fact... we also think that lady's behavior... is very strange." Penny thought for a moment, then said: "Misleading our ally to this place, or not making the situation clear, I suspect she... has ulterior motives."
"This might be a misunderstanding, Mr... Fahshi? Sally's gaze shifted to Penny, her brow furrowed, possibly due to fatigue making emotions hard to suppress, with a hint of distrust in her tone: "I think your suspicions are entirely unfounded.""
Penny and the bard exchanged a look, both with an unspoken understanding in their eyes. It was clear that Sally Fen, the witch, trusted her companions more than she had when they first met.
"Cough." The poet suddenly coughed: "Lady, in fact, we are suspicious, not entirely without reason. I'd like to ask you a question."
"Please speak." The witch nodded.
"According to Captain Spernill, you have sent out several small teams to seek help, but for some reason, Mu Shuangti has not sent any reinforcements yet?" The bard said: "I think, although there are many giant demons, it's not difficult to defeat them if we gather a few dozen elite warriors and a few spellcasters. I don't believe that such a large place like Mu Shuangti can't even provide this little help. Moreover, the two places are not far apart, and the reinforcement action won't take long, which won't delay the preparation for the northern rebel army... Why is Mu Shuangti indifferent to the situation here?"
"Th...". The witch opened her mouth, with a look of having nothing to say, obviously, Anel's words had hit the mark.
After repeated failures in seeking help, she also had some doubts in her heart. When Anier broke the news with one sentence, her doubts grew even more.
Pan Ni couldn't help but feel admiration for the traveling poet, thinking to himself that this vagabond who traveled far and wide with just his mouth was indeed not eating for free.
"So I think there's something strange about Mu Shengti," Anel concluded.
"Maybe, maybe the witches really have another calculation..." Sally Fen was somewhat convinced, but the deep-seated trust in the organization still made her hold on to hope.
"Even so, you should go and take a look yourself, maybe something big has really happened." Penny continued to say, he had already discovered that this witch might be able to provide a way for him to infiltrate the Letheman Witch Association and find out what was going on.
"You're right." Sally thought for a moment and was finally persuaded: "However, I still can't leave here, as you see, the trouble hasn't been resolved yet."
Outside the village, the howling of a giant demon could be faintly heard.
"We'll do our best to help you out of trouble." Penny said after some thought.
This is a good opportunity that should not be missed. As for whether it can be done or not, Penny said a word called 'do one's best'.
"Anyway, thank you for your help." The witch smiled and was about to say something when a sharp horn sounded outside:
"Enemy attack!"