The walls of the Madir outpost were not high, and they looked very rudimentary, and the dilapidated pine walls were covered in blood, apparently having been the victim of some fierce battles not long ago. When the Pennies entered the village, a group of villagers surrounded them and asked eagerly:

"Spinner, have you found reinforcements?"

Sbinier's expression suddenly became embarrassed, and he stammered the cause and effect, and the villagers looked at the expressions of the three Pennies and became disappointed: "There are only three people, how can they help?"

Penny frowned, he didn't come here to help, in fact, after communicating with Arnell, he already had the idea of going directly to Mushantil to find the witch, but considering that the surrounding environment was not safe, he decided to rest here for a while, but seeing the coldness of this group of villagers, his heart suddenly felt a little unhappy.

"Even if it's just the three of us, we'll definitely help you. However, the holy warrior obviously didn't think about it so much, and felt the coldness of the villagers, and called out loudly.

"It's a beautiful thing to say, tsk, it's still a half-grown girl. "But the villagers are obviously not interested, the people of the Northland are simple, and it is not a matter of hearing that it is an underage girl who hears the words.

"Three, come with us to meet Master Salriffin. Sbinier sighed and stopped Serra, who was still talking, with a heavy expression: "I beg your pardon, we have suffered many casualties, so we are not in a good mood. ”

"I can understand...... Penny interjected, "but who is Lord Salrichen?"

"It's the witch chief of the sentry. Sbinier said.

"Chief Witch?" Penny's eyes lit up, "Is it someone from the Witch Society?"

"Yes, sir, these are the adults who handle political affairs in Lesselman's villages. Sbinier sighed, "It's been days since the village was attacked by trolls. ”

"We can ask her about the witches. Arnell whispered closer to Penny and said.

Penny nodded, he had that in mind.

In a small room deep in the village, Penny felt the magic of the arcane power far away, and Spinier quietly opened the door, leading the three of them inside, and saw a thin Lesselman witch sitting behind a table, although she was wearing a mask, she could also see her demeanor depressed.

Penny could even tell that the witch might not have prepared a spell for a while.

You must know that preparing spells is a delicate job, and if there is a mistake in the process, it can easily cause serious consequences, so a mage will never do this kind of thing when he is not full of energy.

......

In fact, the witch Salifin is indeed very tired, and if you take off the mask, you can see that the dark circles underneath her eyes are dark and purple.

The trolls had been attacking the villages and towns for half a month, and the soldiers who had gone out to ask for help were like a stone in the sea, and the few who came back occasionally were still depressed and carrying bad news - Mushantil refused to provide assistance, and there were many reasons.

But whatever the reason, it does not change the reality that the Madir outpost will continue to support it under the siege of a large group of trolls, and the time is unknown.

During this period of fighting, half of the original more than 20 fighters in the village have died, and I don't know how long they can hold on.

Anxiously rectifying the fortifications, strengthening the defenses, and resisting the attacks of the trolls, Sally Fen has not slept for several days in a row, and as for preparing the spell, it has not been seriously executed for two days.

The three adventurers in front of her who claimed to be here to help surprised her, and unlike the disappointed villagers outside, she thought that every ounce of strength should be fought for at this time, so when she saw Penny coming in, she greeted her very kindly:

"Welcome, guests from afar, but sorry there are no good food and wine to welcome you here, as you can see, our village is in a terrible situation right now. ”

The witch's kindness made Penny feel a little better, and he felt that maybe this was someone to deal with.

"In fact, we are here to relieve your plight. Serra spoke.

"Wait a minute, you're the paladin of Tyre?Didn't the Witch Guild send an invitation to your church some time ago?, why didn't you appear here on the battlefield in the northwest?" the witch seemed to remember something, and stared suspiciously at the emblem on Serra's breastplate.

"We accepted the invitation, but a lady named Mius Deran told us that Sixth Oslo had reneged on the covenant. Serra shook her head, "But I don't think I can return to the church like this, and when I hear her mention the war here, I want to come and see what can be done." ”

"Weird...... The fact that something was said to be reversed hurts the credibility of the Witch Society. The Witch of Sarifen lowered her head, took off her mask and rubbed her eyes, a thoughtful look.

"In fact...... We also think that the lady's behavior is ...... Very quirky. Penny pondered for a moment, then said, "I'm suspicious of the allies for misleading them into this place, or without making the situation clear...... Bad intentions. ”

"It could have been a misunderstanding, this ...... Mr. Mage?" Sally Finn's gaze shifted to Penny, and she frowned, perhaps because of the tiredness that made her emotions uncontrollable, and her tone was tinged with distrust, "I don't think your suspicions are justified. ”

Penny and the Bard looked at each other with a tacit look, and it was clear that the Sariphon witch was more willing to trust her companion than the three who had just met.

"Ahem. The bard coughed suddenly: "Ma'am, it is not entirely unreasonable for us to be so suspicious, and I would like to ask you a question. ”

"Speak. The witch nodded.

"I heard Captain Sbinir say that you have sent several groups of squads out to ask for help, but I don't know why Mushantil still hasn't sent reinforcements?" said the bard: "I think, although there are many of these trolls, as long as you gather dozens of elite warriors and a few spellcasters, it is not difficult to defeat them, I don't believe that the huge Mushantil can't move this bit of assistance, not to mention that these two places are not far away, and the aid operation will not take long, and it will not delay the preparation of the rebels in the north...... I wonder why Mushantil is indifferent to the situation here?"

"This ......" the witch opened her mouth as if she had nothing to say, and it was clear that Arnell's words had hit the nail on the head.

After failing to ask for help continuously, she also had some vague doubts in her heart, and was broken by Arnell's words, and her suspicions suddenly increased.

Penny glanced at the bard, and his heart was full of admiration, the bard who traveled south and north relied on one mouth, and really did not eat white rice.

"So I think it's a weird situation on the Mushantil side. Arnell concluded.

"Perhaps, maybe the witch really has something else to calculate......" Sally Fen was somewhat convinced, but her deep-seated trust in the organization kept her hopeful.

"Even if that's the case, you have to see for yourself, maybe something really went wrong. Penny continued, having discovered that the witch might be able to provide a way for him to delve into the Lesserman Witch Guild and find out what was going on inside.

"You have a point. Sally Fen thought for a moment and was finally convinced: "However, I can't leave here yet, as you can see, the trouble has not been solved. ”

Outside the village, the howls of trolls could be faintly heard.

"We'll do our best to help you out. Penny thought for a moment and finally said.

It's a great opportunity and shouldn't be missed, and as to whether or not it can be done, Penny says a word called 'do your best'.

"Anyway, thank you for your help. The witch smiled, and was about to say something, when a sharp horn sounded outside:

"Enemy attack!"