Chapter 1182 Witch Hunter

Believe in Sigmar, this is the sacred mission of the son of the empire.

Victor's eyes were like fire, staring at the ghosts floating around. The Inquisitor was a member of the Knights of the Silver Hammer, a true elite, and his ability was very different from that of the hired witch hunters.

The light sword slashed through the ghost's illusory body, freeing the soul from eternal bondage, but there were too many of them, and the magical harassment of the vampires made it difficult for the witch hunters to resist.

There were many scars on his body, and his vitality was gradually disappearing. As for the newly recruited servants...

They were probably dead.

The vampires soared in the night sky, teasing Victor like playing with prey.

The traces of the dead have reappeared in Sylvania, and chaos has risen again in the north. A warlord named Mortkin has unified most of the Norscan tribes and launched an expedition of burning and destruction.

This world is about to fall into carnival!

"Victor, what makes you persist until now? You are just a humble servant. There are countless guys like you in the Church of Sigmar who are as humble as ants. Even if they die in the corner of the empire, the high priest Walkerma will not care."

"The noble Sigmar... give me the courage to resist the enemy." Victor, whose left hand was dislocated, stabbed the light sword into the throat of a ghoul that attacked from behind. He was too careless. This vampire was definitely not a new blood descendant.

It is very likely that it is the remnant of Manfred in the past, entrenched in Duncanwald Forest to accumulate strength.

"Then die." The vampire flickered like a shadow, and its claws like steel hooks slashed at the human throat. The fragile mortal could not match the speed of the Midnight Noble at all. In the eyes of the mortals, the vampire seemed like a god.

"Human, bow your head!"

The strange voice made Victor bow his head immediately, allowing the speaker to see the vampire clearly.

A sharp arrow made of hot flames cut through the dark forest, burning a big hole in Victor's witch hunter hat, and also burned the vampire's chest and abdomen to ashes.

The impact of the flames forced the vampire to stop attacking, and he looked at Victor's back in disbelief.

"Elf? You shouldn't interfere in this matter!"

"I didn't interfere in the troubles between you monkeys, but I hate the undead, especially vampires, which gives me some bad memories..." Orseya slowly walked out of the forest. She had nothing to do, so she left the Lauren Loren Forest and wandered around the periphery. Unexpectedly, she met a witch hunter who hunted vampires.

According to the agreement between the royal court and the empire... Of course, she could ignore it, but since she had nothing to do, why not kill a vampire for fun.

Orseya, who walked out of the dense forest alone, showed more and more fatherly temperament as she grew older.

Imrick often used Silver Moon Dragon to describe the two brothers of Wind Howl City. Edtalis was cold and cruel, while Agthor was calm and indifferent. The former hated the enemy, while the latter only thought.

Since they were opponents, they all deserved to die. Too much emotion would only affect judgment.

Orseya first glanced at the human monkey, and after finding that it was only slightly injured, she focused her attention on the vampire with a big hole in its chest and abdomen.

A rain of fire emerged easily from the hands of the wizard. The vampire, who was difficult to defeat in the eyes of the witch hunter, had no resistance when facing the elves and was purified in the flames.

After the solution was completed, Orseya didn't even look at the witch hunter for a long time, and was ready to leave while humming the tune of her hometown.

"Wait, elf." The witch hunter took back the light sword and pressed his severely injured left arm. The vampire left him with a lot of damage, and it might take a long time to heal.

"If it's a thank you, then forget it. Your thanks are like the sound of fleas to me."

"This is the Duncanwald Forest in the Empire. According to the agreement between the Empire and the Phoenix Court, the movement of military personnel must be approved by the relevant departments."

Olsiya felt amused for a moment, turned around and looked at the witch hunter with a serious expression: "I saved your life, are you going to send your savior to court?"

Victor shook his head and said in a low voice: "No, I just want to say that according to the agreement between the Empire and the Phoenix Court, you have an obligation to save my life again..."

Before he finished speaking, Victor, who was supported by faith, had already buried his head and fell to the ground. The injuries he suffered were much more serious than they looked.

"This guy... is really worthy of being an imperial man. He is as hard-headed as a dwarf." Orsiya tapped the witch hunter's head with a staff to force him to wake up for a moment.

"Your name and position."

The witch hunter, whose consciousness was already blurred, said vaguely: "Victor Salzpyre... Knight Templar of the Silver Hammer Knights."

After saying this, he fainted again.

"Victor Sal what is it..." Orseya said this strange name, but why did it sound more and more familiar.

Ignoring the monkey's dirty body, she grabbed the witch hunter's collar and turned him over to lie on his back.

The right eye is blind, the voice is very sharp, the palate is high, the nose is hooked, and the appearance is very mean and sarcastic...

Why does it match the cockroach that His Majesty said when he was drunk before?

Orseya looked strange and began to recall an incident that happened in the royal court thirty years ago.

At that time, His Majesty held a large-scale competition to celebrate...something unknown, and invited elves from all over the world to participate.

Some old monsters, such as the captain of the Phoenix King's guard, are definitely not acceptable. After all, the essence of this kind of competition is to win honors and also has the nature of performance. A group of real big guys will not leave.

So this gives the Phoenix King's student Anasta a chance to show off.

This talented lady successfully won the three championships of riding, sword, and bow, which made the Phoenix King very proud...

Although many people think that Prince Draknir can also participate in this competition, the judges unanimously believe that this is not acceptable.

In the championship warrior selection held in Avalon, the dragon prince took the initiative to surrender to the prince. They have no doubt that if Draknir plays, the dragon princes will solve all the contestants and let the prince win the championship effortlessly.

In addition, the convener is the Phoenix King, isn't this a fake match?

And this victory also allowed Orseya, who returned to the royal court to attend on behalf of her father, to hear a piece of news from the happy Majesty.

"If you encounter a witch hunter named... Victor Salzpyre in the Empire, beat him up first to see if he is a cockroach, and then provide help to the best of your ability... Of course, I would be even happier if you could tie him up and bring him to Ulthuan." (End of this chapter)