"How can we catch a witch?"

"Rest assured, the medal will suppress her power, as long as we catch her and keep the medal within three meters, she will be just like an ordinary person. ”

"Damn! How are we going to catch her? a guy who can turn into a flying insect at any moment. ”

Someone in the team began to whisper, looking at this fog full of fear, even if there were a hundred of them, but it didn't look like an easy job.

"I feel like we can't breathe in there, it's damn ......"

"We'll hang behind for a while, don't rush forward, this is looking for death......"

These words reached Anthony's ears, and they were noisy and annoying him.

"Shut up! You, bring someone to get the fishing net, take twenty people to the roofs of the surrounding houses, and the others are on standby!"

They may only have this chance to capture, and if they fail, the witch will simply avoid the only medal and slaughter in the harbor, which they cannot afford.

He pulled Reverend Bane aside and asked in a low voice, "You'd better have a workable capture plan, or my men will mutiny." ”

Bane took a deep breath, where did he know about the workable plan, everything about the medallion and the witch was from the book.

"Female ...... Witches have a period of recuperation after a hunt, during which their abilities are greatly reduced, and by the way, I also have a Mithril dagger that is not afraid of her power. ”

Bane stammered a little when he was anxious, and unconsciously touched the dagger on his waist, which was something he saved his life.

"Give it to me!"

Anthony stared at Bane with an extremely oppressive look, shocked in a commanding tone.

"No, it's something that belongs to the church!"

Bane certainly wouldn't hand over what he was trying to save his life, even if it was of limited use.

"Either you give me the medal, we're here to capture the witch, and you hide the weapon on yourself!"

"It's your task to arrest, I'm only responsible for taking you to find her, and then restrain her power with a medal, you don't have the right to order me!"

Well, this benevolent pastor values his life much more than anyone else's, and no matter how many others will die, it has nothing to do with himself.

Anthony was so angry that he couldn't say anything, in a word, he had never seen such a brazen person, of course, it was a person's instinct to cherish his life, and he couldn't stand on the moral high ground to accuse him, so he took a more extreme approach.

"Give me the medal, and the Mithril Dagger, or I'll kill you right now!"

He drew a two-centimeter blade, believing that any sensible person would be able to understand the situation.

"You can't do that, you can't deal with witches without me......"

"Shut up!"

Anthony let out a loud cry and stepped forward to grab the priest's collar.

"I'm not consulting with you, it's an order. ”

As he said this, he directly snatched the dagger that Bane hid under his clothes, hung it on his belt, snatched the medal, and put it in his pocket, instantly feeling that he was a lot more confident.

"Thank you for your cooperation, and I will report to the Governor and Mr. Bliss about your selfless service. ”

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, leaving Bane speechless.

"No thanks!"

Bane could only say these three words with a wry smile, anyway, he had already made up his mind, and when he saw the witch, he just had to run.

The use of the medal was very simple, at least the moment Anthony held it, there was a stream of heat flowing in his hand, and he could detect the witch's position, which was quite close, within fifty meters.

"Let's go in!"

Filled with confidence, he began to beckon his men to draw their scimitars, keep quiet, and head towards the inside of the mist.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

Except for a muffled cough, the entire group barely made a sound, and they moved at a speed similar to that of a turtle, all huddled together, staring blankly around.

The houses look dilapidated, as if they had existed for hundreds of years, with ruins and even desertification.

And it was a few beautiful small buildings an hour ago, and there were more than a dozen families living here.

Even the medallion lost its original abilities in the mist, confusing the location of the witch like a malfunctioning roulette wheel.

Huddled together undoubtedly loses the advantage of their numbers, and, staying with a large army, is no safer than being alone.

Because in this place, there is no safe location at all.

"Everyone, disperse at once, and report the location of the witch immediately, don't alarm her yet. ”

Anthony whispered to his men, and then spread the order to the others, their biggest advantage was the medal, if they could get close to the witch without noticing, the matter would be half the battle.

The thugs rushed to the corners of those positions, in groups of three or five in this dimly lit environment.

As they moved further away from the medallion, something strange and incredible began to happen.

Anthony marched through the mist, followed by a few of his most loyal cronies and, of course, the death-fearing Reverend Bain,

At first, he could still hear everyone's footsteps and whisper a reminder to keep up, but after a few minutes, everything was so dead that the people behind him were long gone.

Everyone seemed to be swallowed up by this mist, and there was no life.

He couldn't help but didn't make any sound, but the cold sweat had already trickled down his face, it was so weird, he instinctively wanted to turn around and run away, go to the fucking mission, his own life was the most important thing, and the witch was not something they could solve at all.

But when he went around a tattered wall, he saw lavender all over the sky, the scarlet moon hanging high in the sky, and the purple lavender stained the black ashes with a dark red color, like flowing blood.

The world had completely changed, and there was no more familiar fortresses, and a small wooden house came into view.

"None of this is true, it can't be!"

Anthony's eyes widened, one hand clenched the medallion, the other held the Mithril dagger, cold sweat continued to flow, already soaking through the placket, death was approaching.

A bloodthirsty wolf appeared at the end of the lavender, roared from the deepest part of its throat, looked at him with a food-looking look, and then walked closer.

Anthony finally lost his breath a little, but pulled out his musket and shouted, "Get out of here!"

Of course, this sentence is more like cheering himself up, and the giant wolf did not stop at all.

Bang!

The flames rose with thick smoke, and the giant wolf was unaffected by anything, like a bubble-like phantom.