Release that Witch

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

We… are the weaklings?

When this thought surfaced, Negan was completely stunned in place. He subconsciously regarded her words as rubbish, but it had in fact, ruthlessly reminded him that even when armed and holding the advantage in terms of numbers, they were unable to defeat her.

They hated Roland Wimbledon, hated the people of Graycastle people, and hated hot weapons even more. It was precisely because of such unreasonable things that allowed even the most common of folks to be able to threaten knights that had trained arduously for decades. All of the common folks should had been crawling at their feet and relying on their protection. That was the convention of the world, the order recognized by society!

If not for the existence of hot weapons, he and his brother would still be invincible warriors before others!

But not only did the girl before them fight them without hot weapons, she did not even use cold weapons—something which they were most confident in, but had lost to. When the inconceivable fact and shaken faith struck together, it left their minds momentarily adrift.

“As expected from a witch, proficient in misleading the public with your lies… relying on strength to win? Don’t make me laugh!” Talos gasped for air twice. “You’ve merely used some sort of unclean power and contaminated my God’s Stone… Cough cough, if the Church of Hermes was still around, would you even dare reveal yourself? Aside from the damned Graycastle King who has destroyed tradition, you witches are the next who belong in Hell!”

“Nonsense!” A masculine voice suddenly interrupted from the front of the carriage. “I’m a member of the Church and ferried dozens of Witches. Not only did they show themselves, but they even praised my driving! Even the past and current leaders of the Church are Witches, and you’re talking to me about tradition? They are the bloody tradition!”

Negan and Talos could not help but looked at each other—

That was clearly the coachman talking!

There is always a way out.

Kidnap the coachman and leave the place first, before coming back in the future to take revenge!

As long as one of us somewhat stalls the wolf girl.

Comparing their strengths, this matter was naturally best left to the stronger elder brother—

But before Negan could speak, Talos suddenly grabbed him, and threw him towards the wolf girl with a roar!

“Broth—” He watched in disbelief as his elder brother turned and ran towards the vehicle, leaving behind his back view that quickly pulled away.

The girl slapped him to the ground ruthlessly, then added a kick as heavy as a battering ram to his head and caused his eyes to black out as he quickly lost consciousness. Just before his stunned and despairing thoughts were cut short abruptly, he faintly heard a mutter from above.

“The person there isn’t someone you guys can handle either…”

Talos quickly covered the distance of over ten steps. Right as he was about to charge into the carriage, a human figure suddenly walked out from behind.

The figure belonged to another girl dressed in a dark gray uniform and was none other than the dressing which Negan and Talos previously observed as the dressing for the coachmen.

It turned out that each large carriage had two coachmen.

Could this person be a Witch as well?

Since they were only ordinary people, it made no difference between one or two persons—Or in other words, having one of them to drive the vehicle was sufficient! Compared to the male who shouted, obviously the girl was easier to control.

Talos intended to capture the girl before stabbing the brazen man who dared to refute him to death. He did not even think anything of the steel rod in the female driver’s hands.

He pulled off his scarf and roared at his enemy, sprinting while raising the dagger in hand to intimidate the girl and threaten her to submit with the blade at her neck.

But her calm expression surprised Talos. Not a single trace of uncertainty surfaced, as though ignoring his ferocious appearance.

But what shocked him further came next.

The female driver tilted her body slightly as she held the steel rod vertically with both hands. It was clearly the stance for slashing downwards!

Is she… proficient with sword techniques?

The moment this thought surfaced, the other party was already in motion with the steel rod swinging down at him—

Damn it!

Her huge and open gestures looked as though she was gambling with her life. In the eyes of laymen, it was no different from courting death, but to Talos, her strikec contained an oppressive power that could not be stopped. It felt as though the upper end of the steel rod had enlarged by dozens times and completely blocked off every path he could take!

Everything happened too quickly.

Talos was already in the middle of a sprint and could not stop. If he maintained his stance, his dagger might be able to reach her throat, but the steel rod would definitely split his head into two!

It was simply incredulous!

Talos discovered that his body had subconsciously reacted and quickly rotated the blade, raising both hands horizontally across his head in anticipation of the blow that was about to arrive.

“Break!”

The girl’s steel rod smashed down firmly onto the middle of the blade.

The immense force surpassed the short and curved blade’s limits and forcefully shattered it!

The momentum of the rod was not reduced as it continued to slam down through the sparks and metallic fragments, straight at his face.

How is this possible…

Talos only felt a huge boom echoing in his ears. Without even uttering a sound, he fell rigidly onto the floor as his entire body twitched incessantly.

But it was the automatic muscle reflexes of his body, and he had already lost consciousness.

“It’s settled?” Joe looked out of the car window.

“Yes, if he had decided to continue with his stab, maybe we would had fought longer.” Farrina flung the blood on her hands away. “Once he gets cold feet, one strike is more than enough. Of course, your lure was equally important. Well done.”

Joe let out a mischievous laughter. “Don’t forget that I was once a noble, one known to be proficient in the art of cursing others—I can assure you that there will not be a single repeat in a hundred sentences.”

Farrina raised her head and looked at the person she needed. “He is clearly a noble, yet the two of you are completely different… sometimes I get caught up in the confusion, why are there so much differences between humans. Was that the intention of the Creator?”

“You are… different as well.” Joe’s line of sight moved away slightly, but he quickly looked back at her. “That is why I’m so attracted to you.”

“Joe…”

“Farrina…”

“Ahem, Sorry.” Lorgar interrupted their intimate moment. “Is he dead?”

The wolf girl carried the fainted attacker with one hand and walked to the side of the vehicle before throwing him onto the other body.

“Ummm… I think he is still breathing,” Farrina replied, “How did you know we were already here?”

Lorgar nodded her head. “I heard your footsteps. As expected of the captain of the Judgment Army, to be able to notice the commotion and intercept the enemy so quickly.”

“They already lost their willpower after exchanging blows with you, I merely took advantage of it.” Farrina chuckled. “What you said just now was indeed true, if there is an opportunity in the future, may I spar with you?”

Lorgar’s ears pricked up. “Of course we can; I can’t wish for any better.”

“It’s not too late to continue this conversation in the future.” Joe sighed. “The problem now… What should we do with the two of them?”

“Hand them over to the First Army and let them interrogate them first. Since they are equipped with armor, they are obviously not ordinary refugees.” Lorgar replied matter-of-factly. “As for what to do with them, just let them decide.”