The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 147 - 115 Black Feet Army: Walter Barnhart and the Ceremony of the Wallachians_1

Chapter 147: Chapter 115 Black Feet Army: Walter Barnhart and the Ceremony of the Wallachians_1

Ivita and the Old Witch both descended from the second floor.

By this time, they could no longer see the soldiers who were skulking around the second floor and the staircases, attempting to steal.

As they reached the first floor, they found nobody in the corridors, with only some bodies laying down on the ground, and antique vases knocked down from tables.

The Hearthstone Grand Witch furrowed her eyebrows. Where had everyone gone?

Ivita remained expressionless. The cracks on the eggshell seen in the sea of flames in his left eye’s retina were getting numerous. The falling shards of shell tumbled into the orange sea of flames, dissolving into water.

Something was about to emerge.

He and the Old Witch crossed the corridor to arrive at the hall, choosing not to enter.

At this moment, the hall was packed with confronting soldiers.

So, everyone was squeezed into the hall.

Over five thousand soldiers were jammed in the hall and its adjacent corridor, appearing very crowded.

Ivita could immediately tell that Lady Alice in a red dress was surrounded by many people. She was standing in the center of the masses, trying to keep her composure at the original Lion Pallet location. However, her hand gripping the shattered lion head of the lion statue was slightly trembling, showing her internal panic.

Lady Alice seemed to have less than a thousand people left under her command. On the contrary, Lord Prole’s private armed force, which originally had over eight hundred people - most of them funded by the obsessive-compulsive Viscount Winchester - could hardly gather thirty people at one time.

Moreover, he took advantage of the captive guild leaders and acquired another force of over four thousand people.

In this way, Lady Alice and her people naturally fell into absolute disadvantage.

Now, beside Lady Alice were her witch apprentice sister, Captain Paul with his drawn sword, and several novice hunters along with one official hunter.

While Lord Prole had only one knight beside him, the number of his troops was vast, fully controlling the situation.

Lord Prole confidently walked into the middle of the confronting troops, "My dear Lady Alice, you probably did not expect that I’d have this day or that you would have this day."

"The situation has completely flipped."

"As long as you surrender and are willing to hand over all your wealth and armament to me, I think there will still be a place for you in future Parviga."

"Hahaha..."

Fire of rage emerged in Lady Alice’s eyes, "Never..."

"As long as Master Hartlich comes here with the Hunter Guild, you people will..."

Lord Prole burst into laughter. He had already ordered people to stop Alice’s soldier who was notifying Hartlich, but that didn’t prevent him from bluffing to further undermine their morale. "I poisoned that old fool Hartlich a long time ago, why else would he not have come here yet?"

"I advise you all to lay down your weapons and surrender to me."

"You have no reinforcements."

"It’s not only the city of Parviga, but Viscount Winchester has also launched the anti-city revolt over the entire territory of Ambros."

"Next, we’re going to cancel the city, restrict trade, and let the wealth return to the landed estate. Only by doing so, can the country’s morals be pure again!"

"The days when Ambros was most virtuous, were when you city people hadn’t thrived yet, and wealth only belonged to the nobles. At that time, no serfs wanted to run away, and none thought of bypassing their lords to make profits. No landed nobles were at the risk of bankruptcy."

"That’s the perfect life."

"Today, not only Parviga but also other cities will become nobles’ territories! You should abandon your stupid hope of being rescued!"

Lord Prole burst into laughter.

Lady Alice was seething in rage, her body shaking. She was almost unable to maintain her composure, "Leaving other things aside. We’re both Ambros people. Why can you attack the city unscrupulously? Aren’t we people of the same nation?"

Meanwhile, Ivita and the Old Witch, who were hiding in the corridor and observing in the dark, suddenly noticed someone detouring behind them. Just as Ivita was about to unsheathed the Broken Steel Sword, he found out that the person was Black Wolf, the Demon Hunter, raising his Executioner Sword.

In a low voice, Black Wolf said, "Your Highness, finally, you’re back. Griffin and I have been waiting for you."

"Rushing into the hall now is pointless."

"There’re too many of them."

"But, I know where they’re holding the guild leaders."

Lord Prole has designated four official Knights to guard them to prevent them from mobilizing their forces again and causing accidents to his already advantageous situation."

Ivita nodded and complimented, "You two did a great job."

"As long as we can rescue the guild leaders, we can immediately turn most of Lord Prole’s troops against him. The irony is that Lord brought the guild troops to the city hall himself."

Knight Griffin reminded Ivita, "But the rings, as tokens of the guild leaders’ identities, are almost all in Lord Prole’s hands. He can’t even wear them all on his ten fingers, so he put a handful of them in his pocket."

"Whether these troops listen to the guild leaders themselves or the seals on the rings is hard to tell."

Ivita furrowed his brows.

The Old Witch promptly recommended herself, "Your Highness, I can steal them."

"I can transform into someone by his side, and while he’s distracted, steal his rings."

"Leave it to me."

Ivita had faith in her skills in this area, so he told Knight Griffin and Demon Hunter Black Wolf, "You two lead the way, let’s first rescue those guild people."

"Hearthstone Witch, you go and steal the seal rings."

Both the Griffin Knight and Black Wolf bow their heads in acceptance of the task, while the Old Witch breaks into a snickering laugh.

The Old Witch said, "I’ve observed that the troops on the lord’s side have a serious problem - they don’t have any Spellcasters."

"The knights and warriors fight bravely head-on, indeed they are like an unstoppable steel current. But those ironheads can’t deal with underhanded tactics. Even if they were to recruit an apprentice, it would be better than now. This is the foolish arrogance of the knights, they always view magic as something illusory, something untrustworthy."

The Old Witch sneered. "Arrogant knights never pay mind to magic and witches, only believing in the swords in their hands."

The Griffin Knight was somewhat embarrassed.

He himself was a knight after all.

However, he thought carefully and found that the words of the Hearthstone Witch weren’t without reason.

Ivita said: "Alright, let’s go, don’t let them discover us."

The four of them separated, with the Black Wolf and Griffin Knight escorting Ivita down a corridor. After a few turns, they suddenly came upon two soldiers guarding a door on a marble corridor.

It appeared to be the secondary conference room of the town hall.

On both sides of the conference room door, there were fire statues, likely part of a Thousand-Year Fire worship.

Black Wolf and Griffin turned to Ivita. Black Wolf said: "Your Highness, what should we do now?"

"We must act now. Black Wolf, use the Griffin School’s Magic Potion Trap." Ivita already knew the approximate situation from Black Wolf beforehand, and there was no time to test out the enemy’s strength now. Moreover, she had a better method of analysis.

When a person is adept in many types of magic, their techniques become more diverse.

Ivita directly used Throwing Magic, merging hundreds of magical hands into two, then manipulating the two stone sculptures of the Thousand-Year Fire at the doorway, lifting them into mid-air and smashing them on the heads of both soldiers.

To the soldiers, the stone sculptures seemed to fly up on their own, because they couldn’t see the Hand of Mana.

In a sense, for ordinary people, the Hand of Mana is similar to a gravity force, an external force that is invisible.

Both soldiers seemed to be at the level of apprentice warriors. They raised their swords in an attempt to block, but these were two giant rocks smashing down onto them. Their steel swords instantly deformed upon impact, bending in half. The two leather-armored soldiers were hit so hard they flew against the door, coughing up blood.

If they had been regular people, they would have been crushed to death. The two warriors were still alive, but in the next moment, five crossbow bolts landed on their chests.

Each bolt hit a vital point, killing them instantly.

At this moment, the shattered wooden door was suddenly crushed by the legs of four horses with the blood of magical creatures.

In an instant, four knights were upon horseback, wielding their knight swords that were over two meters long, aimed at Ivita, Black Wolf, and the Griffin Knight within the narrow corridor.

It was as if they had been waiting for Ivita all this while.

It was a trap.

In this narrow corridor, if they were charged by four knights, even the strongest witch would suffer a huge loss if unprepared.

The knight in black armor at the helm was taken aback upon seeing the trio, as he couldn’t tell which one of them was the wizard.

Ivita was too young to be considered.

The Demon Hunter’s professional attire made his profession obvious to any fool, so he definitely wasn’t a wizard.

The Griffin Knight, clad in full plate armor, looked nothing like a wizard.

The knight in black armor thought, could the wizard be hiding?

From the fact that the opponents killed two warriors in an instant without any physical contact, it was clear that there must be a wizard among them.

The knight in black armor instinctively looked towards the Griffin Knight, the most likely to be a wizard amongst them. After all, a wizard clad in full plate armor to deceive others was quite logical.

"I am Walter Bainhardt, a centurion of the Black Feet Army of Wallachia."

He politely bowed as he sat on his horse, his left hand on his chest. "Wizard, I had already calculated that you would come to save someone and have been waiting here for a long time. I’m sorry, but you’re destined to die."

The Black Wolf snorted sarcastically beside Ivita. "The people of Wallachia think of themselves as very polite. They have elaborate etiquette."

Ivita closed her left eye, stared at them, and said, "You think we fell into your trap? Look at your feet."

"It’s you who fell into the trap."

Bainhardt looked at Ivita skeptically, then looked down. His complexion changed drastically. "Everyone, retreat! The arrows on those two bodies are not right..."

But it was too late.

The Griffin School’s Magic Potion Trap could be activated instantly or by magic timer.

At this moment, the Black Wolf, the Demon Hunter, was using the latter method.

Five shock magic potions tied to the arrows exploded accurately on the soft bellies of the horses, instantly sending the five war horses flying into the air.

Knights lose much of their fighting power without their horses!

Ivita closed her left eye and emotionlessly rotated the triple ring on her right wrist, releasing a Damage Curse towards all the knights and horses in that direction.

The eggshell in the sea of fire of her left eye also shattered at this moment, and a Crown of Flames was the first to appear.