Chapter 1216 Witch Hunt

"Victor...Victor..."

The witch hunter who was sleeping on the tree stump suddenly woke up, drew out the sword beside him with lightning speed, and looked around vigilantly.

The bearded Rick Guard stared at Victor's every move with satisfaction and confusion. This place is close to Wissen Territory, which is one of the safest areas in the empire.

"Is there any unusual movement?"

Victor raised his sword to observe the surroundings, and the serious voice in his mind gradually faded away...

Sigma?

"Knight Howell, did you hear any sound?"

"No, it might be you..." Rick Guard wanted to remind you that it might be that your witch hunting activities were too frequent, allowing the dark power to affect your mind.

But Rick Guard didn't seem to care about this matter. What he had to do was to behead the witch hunter with a sword after he fell into darkness.

"No..." Victor muttered to himself. He could occasionally hear the call of Sotego in the Laurent Lawrence Forest. According to the description of the elves, the God of Vengeance liked to chat with believers.

But Sigmar... the patron saint of the empire he had believed in since childhood, had never shown any favor to him.

Blasphemy! How could I have such an idea!

Seeing Victor lost in thought, Howell threw out a package: "Since we have arrived at Wiesen Territory, we have entered a safe area. We still need to return to Styr to guard against the dark creatures in the east.

Sir Victor, may Sigmar protect you."

"May Sigmar protect you." Victor also made a double-tailed comet salute in front of his chest, picked up the package thrown by the Rick Guard, some necessary documents, a bag of gold coins, and the griffin logo symbolizing the guards of the inner court of the Imperial Parliament.

As the Rick Guard rode away slowly on horseback, Victor, who was alone, rubbed his gauntlet. After using it for a while, he became more and more awed by this sacred object.

Undoubtedly, this was the protective gear that Magnus had used, a sacred relic that could be displayed in the Holy Relic Hall.

"Your Majesty Magnus... please guide me."

He did not follow the safe path. The summit was still some time away, and the specially recruited inner court guards did not need to be stationed in Altdorf. It was more like a badge of honor.

Following the lingering black smoke of Wissen Territory, Victor witnessed a strange world with his own eyes.

The steam engine that was once regarded as a treasure is now placed in the corner of the farmland. Farmers skillfully pour coal into the fuel tank and heat the boiler with the heat provided by the coal. The thick chimney has been smoked black and fluttered with pungent black smoke.

After an hour of heating, when the water in the boiler boiled and turned into powerful steam, this steam locomotive with a cutting device on the top took a slow step, accompanied by the sound of the whistle, across the golden wheat field, and cut down the grain that symbolized the harvest.

The efficiency of the two harvesters is much faster than that of human labor. Victor, who has lived in Oster Territory since childhood, has hardly seen steam engines used in the civilian field. The Elector spared no effort to use the important equipment supported by the emperor in the military field, using steam engines to assist blacksmiths and forge breastplates necessary to resist the northern barbarians.

It was an amazing scene...

Standing alone in the fields, Victor witnessed the power of machinery again. When a head that could carry several tons of weight dragged the wheat away with a four-wheeled carriage, he realized why the difference between the north and the south of the empire became more and more obvious...

He took off his high hat. The reputation of the hunters in the empire was very bad. If you want to integrate into a place, it is better to disguise yourself.

Barton Village, a remote village located on the border of Wissen Territory, but even so remote, the village can still use advanced engineering machinery.

Victor wanted to stay here for one night and set off for Altdorf tomorrow. It was not wise to travel at night, and even witch hunters needed to find a place to rest.

But as soon as he followed the farmers who had finished work into the village, he keenly sensed something wrong, the sound of burning firewood, and the unique high tone of praising Sigmar...

"She is a witch, a witch not recognized by Sigmar. I saw her burn a wheat field to ashes with her terrible evil power!"

"After her parents died, there were always strange noises coming from the house. They must be in collusion with monsters!"

Witch hunting...

As the crowd surged towards the center of the village, Victor quietly followed them. The empire would deal with countless wizards every year. Some of them were mortals who were profaned by chaos, and others were people who were naturally friendly to the wind of magic... More of them were people who used the name of witch hunting to satisfy their ignorant ideas.

In the center of the village, on a stake, a girl who looked no more than ten years old had mud and dirt all over her face. Her wrists were bruised by ropes tied to the stakes, and her bare feet were covered with scars from stones.

The man holding the torch was still accusing the girl of her crimes one by one. He held up an iron double-tailed comet pendant and tried the witch in the name of Sigmar.

There were many people around the stake. Some people who might know that the girl was innocent could only lower their eyebrows and express their helplessness, while more people were excited and thought that the witch should be dealt with as quickly as possible.

"Burn her to death, blasphemy!"

"Shame!"

Amid the noise, Victor squinted his eyes and looked at the girl on the stake. The witch hunter had no strange power and no affinity for the wind of magic. He could only judge by experience.

There was no trace of the flow of the wind of magic...

As he continued to observe, the man holding the double-tailed comet pendant had thrown the torch at the girl's feet. In her panic, his words of justice became louder and louder.

"Purify all magic that is not recognized by Sigmar! Kill the wizard!"

To save or not to save...

For Victor, this is not a problem.

He quickly pulled out a pistol from his belt and accurately hit the flying torch in the air at a distance of 40 meters.

In the shooting of bullets, the torch successfully deviated from the track and moved away from the defenseless girl.

Putting on his tall hat, Victor calmly looked at the villagers who cast their eyes on him: "I am Victor Salzpyre, the witch hunter of the church, the guard of the inner court of the Imperial Parliament... In the name of Sigmar, stop your foolish actions!"

The sudden appearance of the witch hunter made the villagers nervous. In order to deal with the influence of chaos, the Silver Hammer Knights made many incomprehensible actions under the orders of the emperor and the high priest.

A remnant of Chaos will destroy the whole family. If caught by the witch hunter, the whole village will be turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Victor dropped the hand holding the gun to his waist and walked towards the stake step by step. He is a witch hunter, but it does not mean that he can watch innocent people die... (End of this chapter)