Chapter 1218 We Will Meet Victor

A middle-aged man traveling with a little girl always attracts some strange looks, especially Victor's harsh and cold eyes, which makes the soldiers of Wissen who check passers-by more vigilant.

Daphne wanted to ask for help from the real good people when she saw the soldiers with the Wissen flag, but when Victor said calmly that he was going to take a wild wizard to Altdorf to be judged by Sigmar, the soldier who originally symbolized hope looked at Daphne with disgust.

A reality that frightened her was that the witch hunter who had the power of life and death over witches had now become her protector.

Fortunately, Victor was not a psychopathic witch hunter. He treated Daphne impartially. Apart from saving a life in Barton Village, he only gave the wild wizard some instructions on what to pay attention to in the empire...

The girl tried her best to wash some clothes for Victor in the wild, or to cook for him, but the witch hunter refused the help offered by the wild wizard even though fleas appeared on his black coat.

Be impartial and don't have too much to do with her...it's good for everyone.

Victor thought to himself that the School of Magic hated witch hunters. Both sides were organizations founded by His Majesty Magnus. They could have been united under the banner of the church, but with the departure of the pious...

The relationship between the two sides cannot be said to be tense, but it can only be said that they were at loggerheads. If Daphne became a magic apprentice and was known to be led by witch hunters, it would cause a lot of trouble...

The indifference of the witch hunters only made Daphne not have too many expectations for the future. Her body gradually weakened until she arrived in Nuln. Seeing that the girl could not bear the hardship of the long journey, Victor hired a carriage, and then she got better.

The road from Stirling to Altdorf was long, but Victor was looking forward to Altdorf, the center of the empire, where the Temple of the Double-tailed Comet was located...

In half a month, the carriage that crossed many narrow terrains finally arrived near Altdorf.

And at this moment, the carriage suddenly stopped.

"What's going on?" Victor asked the coachman in a hoarse voice. He had the skull mark of a witch hunter hanging outside the carriage, so ordinary thieves, robbers, and gangsters dared not have any evil thoughts.

"Sir, there is an elf... standing on the road."

Elf?

Victor signaled Daphne to stay in the carriage. It might be Elvis's messenger. The elf must have been sick again and wanted to listen to the witch hunter preach Sigmar's anger.

After getting out of the carriage, he saw a handsome elf on the road, with a faint smile, wearing a blue and white robe that could not be identified, and a sword at his waist.

"Victor Salzpyre?"

The witch hunter nodded. During the period of time in the Lauren Loren Forest, he also had some knowledge of the elven language... With his keen observation, he could hear a little elven accent in the very standard imperial language of the elves in front of him.

It should be from Caledor... The high elves in the Lauren Loren Forest all spoke in this accent.

"It's me, who are you?"

"This is not an important question... It's not important now." Imrick licked his lips, looking a little excited.

He asked Tigris to teleport himself to Aldolf first, just to meet the captain of the Plague Cockroach. When the Phoenix King officially entered the empire, a small witch hunter could not be seen just because he wanted to.

He came with bad intentions...

Victor's hand gradually sank to his waist. He would not mistakenly think that relying on a little friendship with Elvis, he could make a troublemaker leave immediately.

"Elf, attacking witch hunters is not a wise move... I believe Ambassador Rachel should have said not to interfere in the affairs of witch hunters in the empire."

"Really..."

As soon as the voice fell, there was no figure in front of Victor's eyes. The witch hunter relied on his keen intuition to draw out the light sword and stand it up to the left.

The heavy guard of the light sword is a special function for duels. The center of gravity is backward, which makes this fancy weapon of the nobles very flexible. Victor blocked very quickly, so fast that he actually blocked Imrick's serious attack.

Imrick was definitely not holding the Sword of Creation, but just a standard long sword that can be seen everywhere in the empire, which is much rougher than the sophisticated light swords in the hands of witch hunters.

But he held the sword with one hand and suppressed Victor firmly.

The difference in strength between the two is not that big... just a little bit at most.

Victor, who was blocking with the sword, only felt a soreness in his arm.

He stared at the blue-eyed and blonde elf in front of him and evaluated it secretly.

Very strong, and very fast... much stronger than the elf soldiers in the Lauren Loren Forest.

But, Sigmar's servants are by no means weak!

Victor, who was blocking with one hand, had already drawn the pistol from his waist with his left hand when the guard came into contact with the standard long sword, and shot at the elf's chest without hesitation at a distance of inches.

The elf had no protective gear around him, and the long sword in his hand was firmly stuck by the sword guard... Victor did not shoot at the heart. He could feel that the elf in front of him had no intention of killing, otherwise the sword would have hit the neck instead of the shoulder.

When the flames appeared at the muzzle of the gun, Victor thought he had succeeded...

The same flames appeared around the body of the elf in front of him. When the bullet was about to hit the clothes, a fist-sized white flame suddenly appeared, burning the bullet to ashes in an instant.

"Bullets have no effect on me, Mr. Witch Hunter."

Imrick reminded him and staggered the blade to hit Victor's neck. This sword was more fierce than before.

Although he was surprised that his reliable gunpowder weapon failed, Victor still maintained his offensive posture, but his movements were more hesitant...

He deliberately slowed down his fighting pace and found that the elf in front of him actually adjusted the intensity of his attack according to his strength. No matter how he fought, it seemed that they were evenly matched.

Victor had only felt this feeling from two people, the first was Oliveira stationed in the Laurent Forest, and the second was Elvis.

But from the files that the witch hunters had read, these two elves were both top-level powerhouses in Ossuan...

So any elf that randomly jumped out of the roadside had the strength to rival monsters? This was wrong.

Taking advantage of a gap, Victor turned out another spare pistol, and while shooting bullets at the opponent's chest, he stared at the white flames that might emerge.

The flames devoured the bullets again, and Victor also threw down his light sword, no longer thinking about fighting.

"Your Majesty the Phoenix King... You should meet with the Emperor in Altdorf, not fight with a witch hunter in the countryside."

Imrick smiled. It seemed that the witch hunter was indeed very perceptive. After doubting his strength, he used a musket to test the platinum holy fire...

The Phoenix King, with a subtle look, did not respond directly to the witch hunter's words. When his figure disappeared, he left a meaningful speech.

"We will meet again... Victor." (End of this chapter)