The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 149 - 116 Red Spirit Element Liver Leaf, Black Bear Secret Medicine and Ash-white Castle Tree 4224 words_2

Chapter 149: Chapter 116 Red Spirit Element Liver Leaf, Black Bear Secret Medicine and Ash-white Castle Tree 4224 words_2

At this moment, Ivita saw only a knight of Viscount Winchester and another knight who called himself Bainhardt of the Black Feet Army.

Ivita closed his left eye and scanned around the reception room. The interior, as expected, was full of men in fancy clothes bound with rope, their mouths gagged with rags, preventing them from speaking.

These men must be the key members of the Parviga City Council.

Upon seeing Ivita, the leaders’ eyes were filled with excitement, making ’umm, umm’ sounds to draw Ivita’s attention hoping for his rescue.

"I know, but I need to deal with these two enemies before I can rescue you." Ivita replied, looking back at Bainhardt and the knight beside him.

"Honorable wizard, you are mistaken, you only need to deal with me." Bainhardt suddenly turned to the knight beside him, "Knight Taville, please chase after the Demon Hunter and knight."

"Leave this to me."

Knight Taville, who had drawn his sidearm to attack Ivita, looked back at Bainhardt in shock. "What?"

"What did you say?"

"Honorable Lord Bainhardt, shouldn’t we work together to deal with this wizard?"

"You’re asking me to leave and chase others!"

Ivita watched Bainhardt with interest. Was this a tactic of confusion?

Even a fool would know one against two gives the best odds.

Yet he wanted to face Ivita alone. Where did he get such confidence?!

However, this was not bad for Ivita. If the enemy wanted to be foolish, he wouldn’t stop them.

Bainhardt coldly said to Taville, "I told you, this wizard will die by my hands. I don’t need anyone else’s help, you being here is just an obstruction."

You country knights from the Winchester domain, those so-called Extraordinary Organs from the Black Bear Secret Medicine system, are all strange junk."

"Whatever stomach, Red Spirit Element, they’re all useless. I am a Centurion of the Black Feet Army from Wallachia. I will kill this wizard as an Honor."

"Besides, you only have two Extraordinary Organs, one of which is a stomach. What good is it having you here?"

"Please leave."

Accused by Bainhardt, Knight Taville blushed, striving to justify himself. "But now is the crucial time for Lord Prole to wrestle for control of Parviga. You people from Wallachia are here to help us, the Ambros people, to fully embrace the noble system..."

Bainhardt seemed to be suppressing something, he clenched his fist. "Can you leave or not?"

Knight Taville misunderstood Bainhardt’s restraint as a sign of concession and weakness. He confidently said: "No, we must prioritize the overall situation..."

"Ugh~"

At the next moment, Knight Taville spat out a mouthful of blood because Bainhardt drew a dagger from his waist and stabbed it through a gap in Taville’s armor into his shoulder. If he remembered correctly, Bainhardt’s dagger was highly poisonous.

This was a poison that could kill a grown tiger!

Why?

Knight Taville, with rage in his eyes, stared at Bainhardt as his body swelled slightly.

"Oh? The stomach organ is indeed a bit useful. It instantly infuses the energy of digestion into the Extraordinary Heart, multiplying your strength?"

Bainhardt drew his secondary weapon from behind him, ready to finish off Taville.

However, he noticed that four smokes climbed out from the corpses of the four dead horses, and Ivita was chanting a spell from afar.

Inside the bodies of the dead horses, there was still wizardry from the wizard!

Bainhardt thought in amazement.

Four smokes turned into weapons and drilled into Taville’s body through the skin on the backs of his hands.

In an instant, Knight Taville felt four foreign objects rampaging inside his body. If it weren’t for Bainhardt restraining him, he wouldn’t have fallen into Ivita’s trap so easily.

As with their horses before, his skin quickly grayed, and his slightly swollen body rapidly shrank. His face was a shade of pale gray, losing seventy or eighty percent of his combat power.

Plus, the poison on the dagger, even if he didn’t die, he would be temporarily incapacitated.

What frustrated Taville the most was that he wasn’t even directly defeated by an enemy, but first fell to the betrayal of an ally.

Bainhardt kicked Taville’s chest hard, causing him to slam against the wall, spitting out another mouthful of blood, which was black this time.

It was unknown whether this was caused by Bainhardt’s toxic dagger or Ivita’s Damage Curse that turned Taville’s blood black.

Bainhardt turned around and looked at Ivita on the side.

At this moment, Ivita was extending her left hand, controlling the residual magic power of the damage curse in the bodies of the four dead horses, and took the opportunity to infuse all of it into Knight Taville’s body.

This way, she wouldn’t have to worry about the enemy setting up a ruse.

No matter if you are trying to play the martyr with me, so much magic power from the damage curse has indeed entered your body.

For a long period, the opponent is doomed.

Bainhardt said to Ivita, "Actually, I just wanted to have a one-on-one with you. Killing you would be a merit badge for me. I don’t want anyone to snatch it from me, especially someone as useless as you who can barely contribute anything to the fight."

"You didn’t need to trigger the trap you’ve set beforehand."

"I didn’t even realize the trap was there, you triggered it too early, what a shame."

"But both of us are cautious people. I can understand why you insisted on killing Taville yourself."

Bainhardt was vigilantly scanning the corpses of the four dead horses on the ground while speaking and backing off.

He hadn’t expected Ivita to attack Taville just now.

He hadn’t anticipated that, while Ivita was using the bodies of the Demon Hunter and two soldiers to set up the first trap, she simultaneously cast another magic to set up a second trap.

All interlocked.

Bainhardt squinted his eyes, his right hand unconsciously reaching for the hilt of his one-handed sword on his back. "My comrades often say, when fighting a witch, one needs to be careful and direct. A slight carelessness could lead you into a series of traps. If you don’t fight directly and crush your opponent, you’ll be overturned by the witch."

"It seems they were right."

"But what’s wrong with your eyes, witch? Why aren’t you opening your left eye? What happened to it?"

Bainhardt tentatively asked. For a witch, restoring her own eyes wasn’t a difficult task.

Yet, Ivita had her left eye closed the whole time, indicating clearly that something was wrong with it.

Ivita shook her head."I fear that the moment I open my left eye, you’ll drop dead on the spot."

"Bainhardt, I don’t want things to be boring, so try your best to make me open my left eye. Then you’ll understand what happened to it."

Since the opponent was so confident, he couldn’t directly use fire magic.

He had to observe first, to see if the opponent had any instant movement or rebound abilities.

If the opponent had the ability to eliminate an attack in an instant, he could make a fool of himself by directly using his big move.

A fight is not only about combat strength, but also about intelligence, emotional control ability, and other comprehensive skills.

"Instantly dying under your gaze, haha, that’s an exaggeration. There can’t be such a huge gap in strength between you and me." Bainhardt laughed out loud. He was irritated by Ivita’s words. A warrior seeking merits wouldn’t think too much.

Thinking too much would slow down the sword.

A sly smile finally couldn’t help but reveal itself on Bainhardt’s calm face. "Alright, then come, let’s fight."

"After I kill you, I’ll use your skull as my wine cup."

"Don’t misunderstand, this is just my way of expressing my respect for you."

"Hahaha..."

"The one fighting you is a centurion of the Black Feet Army, a nobleman of Wallachia."

"Bainhardt!"

As Bainhardt spoke, he opened a small mechanism on his left armor plate, a small iron window under his left armpit.

Ivita curiously looked at this design.

Who would make a small iron window in the armor under their armpit?

Bainhardt made a squatting gesture as if getting off a horse, his mouth making a mixed sound of pain, excitement, and cruelty, his left side rib muscles kept throbbing, something wanted to break out from his left body.

"The Seed of Life I used comes from the unique Rock-climbing Vine of Wallachia, also known as the Witch’s Nemesis."

"The secret medicine system I used is the Blood Servant Secret Medicine System!"

"And, I have five Extraordinary Organs!"