Hodge didn't understand what a witch meant to a wizard, but apparently all wizards, including McCarthy, regarded the badly injured witch as a fat lamb, and their greed was no longer even hidden.

McCarthy was lucky that the lamb ended up in his hands.

The witch was discovered by one of Lamb's squires, who is said to be from Orion, who had an eye on him when he came out of the town of Linan, and bought a tawny hound from his colleagues in the town, and picked up the fragments of the witch's robe on the ground after the battle when several noble magicians were leaving, and no one was paying attention, and the residual body odor and blood on it quickly exposed the witch hiding in the woods, coincidentally, the witch happened to be hiding in the area that McCarthy was in charge of.

Walking out of the makeshift cabin, McCarthy's pace was hurried, and Bessie, who was following him, looked at Lamb, who was leading the way, and saw the other party's high and proud head, and couldn't help but feel jealous, but it couldn't help it, who let his squire not have a boy from Orion?

"Well done, Lamb. McCarthy complimented.

Lamb paused for a moment and saluted, "It's all adults who teach well on weekdays." Then he hurried to lead the way, he would not be carried away by pride, and if McCarthy was delayed in finding the witch, he would not be able to please him, even if he had great merit.

The group climbed over the dirt slope, and below the slope was an overgrown swamp, with a faint mist floating in the swamp, and the Orion under Lamb was standing under a tree, leading his meritorious hound, and covered the mouth of the hound with his short body, since the location had been determined, he didn't want the dog barking to alarm the witch, you must know that he was just an ordinary Orion, after seeing the battle that happened on the edge of the deep sandforest, he didn't want to fight with such a terrifying existence as the witch.

"Your Excellency, here you are. After seeing McCarthy and his party, Orion breathed a sigh of relief, just standing here and watching, which had already caused him a lot of pressure.

"Are you sure the witch is in there?" McCarthy looked into the depths of the swamp, the fog blurring his vision.

"Pretty sure. ”

Bessie stepped forward and whispered in McCarthy's ear, "My lord, do you see if we are going to inform the other mages?" ”

"Inform them, why?" McCarthy looked back at him.

"Because—" Bessie thought about the words of Master Noyce before the distraction, and was about to explain, but then he thought that McCarthy was by no means a man with a bad memory, and since he asked so rhetorically, he must have his own reasons, and being too much of a retinue is the original sin, so he swallowed his saliva, lowered his head and kept silent.

McCarthy smiled: "You are not a mage, so you don't understand the importance of a witch to a mage, let alone such a rare witch, such a precious treasure, why should I share it with others, Noyce Kirk is undoubtedly an excellent leader, as a nobleman, he upholds integrity, but because of this, he is not very good at lying." ”

"It's ridiculous that you're a witch councilor, don't act rashly, can we who fought her not know the extent of her injuries? As for whether Noyce will be blamed, it doesn't matter, after getting this witch, I will soon be on par with Noyce, or even surpass him, and I will become the new councillor of the Northern Branch of the Magical Society, and even if he is angry, he will not be able to attack. ”

"Your Excellency is wise. ”

"Alright, for now, making sure you get the witch is the key. McCarthy beckoned, "Come with me." ”

The crowd stirred, and McCarthy was at the forefront, waving his short staff for a moment, and the fog in the swamp faded at a speed visible to the naked eye until it disappeared.

......

The red-haired witch leaned against a large tree, her tattered robe revealing many wounds, oozing black or red blood, and the excessive blood loss made her look a little weak, and she did not react when she realized that McCarthy and his party were coming, but her chest rose and fell slightly, and she gasped repeatedly.

Hodge stood in the crowd and looked at the witch.

It was the first time he had seen the witch's face, the previous battle had been too far apart, and the light of witchcraft and magic and the dust and smoke that had been raised made him unable to see clearly.

The iconic long red hair, the royal blue pupils covered in blood but still bright, the delicate facial features and face, the robe that became moist and close to the body under the action of the mist outlined the perfect figure, no more, no less, he heard the sudden aggravated snort of the people around him, which meant that his aesthetic level did not deviate from the public, obviously this witch was a rare beauty.

McCarthy was condescending and showed an admiring expression: "If you weren't a witch, I think I'd rather meet you at the candlelit table in my own castle." ”

The witch smiled bleakly and weakly, and her voice was weak: "But I am not only a witch, but also a member of the Witches' Council, and I think my true value to a mage like you must be far more attractive than my looks." ”

"I like smart women, so—do you have the strength to fight again?"

"Who knows? You can try. ”

"Then try it. McCarthy raised his staff, and his magic instantly stretched all around.

As a mage, most of the magic is general-purpose, but the further you go in magic, the more specialized you become in one of the two types of magic.

The totem of the Kirk family is the wind, and the Kirk people, including Noyce, are more adept at wind magic.

What McCarthy is good at is poison.

The purple-gray poisonous gas came out of his hand, like a spiritual python, and ran towards the red-haired witch with its fangs open.

Witches are good at fire, and flames have always been the nemesis of poison magic, which also made McCarthy the most suppressed by her in the previous battle, but now that she is seriously injured, can she still burn the poison gas with flames?

Smack, just as the python turned into poisonous gas was about to reach the witch's neck, several sparks suddenly appeared, burning the poisonous gas to the ground.

McCarthy's backhand is another gas shot.

Three poisonous gases were destroyed in a row, and the witch's face was even paler than before, and when the fourth poisonous gas was released, the flames failed to appear, and the poisonous gas bit the witch's white neck, and the poison quickly spread to all parts of the body along the blood vessels.

The big picture was decided, McCarthy habitually showed a smile of victory, the deep sarin was vast, and it was impossible for several other magicians to arrive in a short time, and this witch was undoubtedly his trophy.

Just as he was about to say the last few words to the witch, he had just opened his mouth, when he felt a sudden chill on the back of his neck, and the smell of blood instantly poured into his mouth, and he coughed involuntarily, but he couldn't cough up his breath, only blood foam flowed down the corners of his mouth.

A knife went through his throat and jammed his trachea.

He was no stranger to this knife, familiar with the system, which he had chosen with his own hands to enjoy the steak at Pana Castle.

It was a table knife.