A wild wolf shuttled through the forest. Its eyes glowed orange, and it looked over the forest as it turned dark as it ran. Its goal was not this forest, but the forest was just a process before reaching its goal.
Its real purpose is a village next to that forest, and another town further away.
The speed of this wild wolf is astonishing, and it can fly quickly and without any obstacles in the dense forest with complex terrain. It crossed the forest in a few minutes and came to the edge of the village. The night was getting darker, in the small and backward French countryside.
There is a mist here, and residents here go to bed very early, because people firmly believe that the night is full of monsters and monsters, and only by hiding in their small shabby houses made of bricks and stones as soon as possible can they avoid the attacks of monsters.
These human thoughts may be right. This wolf that has become a spirit may be a good example of those monsters that people fear. Even if the wolf itself is not malicious, if humans encounter such a wolf with glowing eyes at night,
The wild wolf will probably be scared to death.
The wild wolf must also know about this, so it has no intention of alarming the humans in the village. It just blends its figure into the night and quietly lurks in the village, asking for all kinds of information. It easily bypasses the farmers.
The line of sight reached the backyard of a house. It put its ears against the wall, and through the slightly leaky stone wall, it could clearly hear the conversations of the humans in the house.
"This year's crops have failed again." Someone complained.
"The drought has been going on for a long time. I really hope God can see and at least give me a few drops of rain," complained another.
"If this continues, life will be unbearable."
"It's all a good thing caused by those damn British guys. If there hadn't been that kind of war, we wouldn't have to live in a small place like this."
"Shh! Don't talk nonsense! It will be terrible if the British hear it! Do you want to die?"
The farmers' complaints continued, one sentence after another. But all this was not the information that the wild wolf wanted to know, and it was meaningless. After listening to a few words, the wild wolf left the backyard of the village house and continued on its way.
In order to get more information, it is impossible not to go into a town with more people.
Thinking like this, the wild wolf continued to sneak along the edge of the village. The village was just an extension of the town. As long as it passed through this suburb, the wild wolf could enter the relatively prosperous streets of the town. The information that could be overheard in the town,
But it is much more meaningful than the complaints of the farmers in this village.
But, of course, the closer it is to a densely populated place, the tighter the human guards are, and the greater the risk it takes to sneak. Patrolling knight squads can already be seen on the edge of the town. If you encounter these head-on
Knights, the wild wolf has almost no power to fight back and can only sit and wait for death. It cannot defeat the knights holding weapons. Even if it wants to escape, the knights on horseback will catch up with it and then pierce it with their spears. Once
It's over once it's discovered, so it can only sneak around more carefully.
Fortunately, the technological level (photon civilization level) of this world is very backward. Even the lighting system in the town is just the simplest torch. There are definitely no street lights that use electricity to illuminate, but there are many wooden stakes in the town.
Hang the plate high and add lamp oil on it, so that it can continue to burn all night. But lamp oil is extracted from animal fat after all. It is a consumable and the quantity is limited. It is impossible to use intensive lamp oil on the entire street.
A fire plate is used to illuminate, so the "street lights" in this kind of town are just one tree every thirty feet, relying on their not-so-bright lights between each other to barely illuminate the marble streets.
There are still dim intervals between lights, which gives the wild wolf an opportunity to sneak back and forth in the dim area. It takes advantage of the dimness of the town to avoid patrols while sneaking in the streets and alleys of the town. Every time it arrives
When it entered the bright area that it could not help but pass through, the wild wolf ran over in an instant with the fastest speed and the smallest footsteps possible. Although its figure appeared under the light, it was only for a moment.
Normally not many humans would recognize it. People would even think it was just some kind of stray dog and not pay any attention to it.
Taking the huge risk of being killed and going deep into the town, the purpose of the Wild Wolf's trip was to visit several bars in the town. At night, all kinds of people gathered in the bars, and their words revealed their secrets.
Explicit intelligence. This wild wolf can learn about all kinds of bizarre phenomena happening in this country just by eavesdropping on the intelligence. For this wild wolf who is eager to find his companions, this is
It is the most effective and quick way to achieve your goal.
Of course, it is obviously impossible to eavesdrop through the wall. After all, this bar is quite large. The back door is the kitchen, and the front is exposed to the light of the street lights, making it difficult to sneak in. The wild wolf looked at the surrounding environment and suddenly crossed to the back.
He climbed onto a few wooden boxes in the alley, then used his strength to push off the wall and climbed to the roof of the bar. Unlike the simple thatched roofs in the countryside, the roof of the bar has wooden beams for support and tiles to protect it from wind and rain. It
The roof is not perfect, but precisely because of its imperfection, this roof just provides an opportunity for wild wolves to peek and eavesdrop downstairs.
Once again, the impregnated wolf put his ears to the roof and eavesdropped on the miscellaneous conversations in the bar.
"Good news! Joan of Arc has won again." A voice said: "She led the French army and is currently in a stalemate with the British army in front of Turiel Castle. I am afraid it is also a matter of time before Turiel is captured and recovered.
France is just around the corner!"
"Do you really believe in this Joan of Arc?" Another person maintained a skeptical attitude: "I don't know if God is really helping us in France. But an ordinary rural girl actually claims to have received an oracle from God.
, I don’t believe it.”
"She led the army to sweep away the hateful British army!"
People started talking about each other one by one.
"She joined the army and saved Orleans, which almost fell!"
"She was arranged to meet Lord Charles VII. In order to test her, Lord Charles VII deliberately dressed up as a servant and let others impersonate him. But she recognized the disguised Lord Charles VII in an instant!"
"She is the chosen one. With divine help! She can meet the future!"
The discussion became more and more intense, and most of the crowd praised Joan of Arc, with few doubting the saint's words.
However------
"The Holy See has not recognized this saint so far. Is she really a saint sent by God to save France? If so, why has the Holy See never received instructions from God?"
The discussion came to an abrupt end.
Of course, there must be many people in the crowd who are willing to speak for this Saint Joan of Arc. But none of these people dare to stand up and say anything wrong with the Holy See.
Because, in this era, anyone who dares to openly oppose the Holy See will be considered a heretic and will be punished by the heresy judge.
"So...as long as the Holy See does not recognize this Joan of Arc, will she not be a real saint?" A voice asked in a low voice: "What did the Holy See say?"
"They didn't say anything!" The answer was ambiguous: "There are some things that not even the Holy See dares to assert."
"But the Holy See has sent a cardinal to France to investigate. Is Joan of Arc a real saint or a witch who participated in the war in the name of God? Let the cardinal come to investigate.
Be clear!"
The wild wolf lying on the roof narrowed his eyes slightly.
Times are changing, and the situation is changing. In the near future, there will definitely be a bigger and more cruel bloody storm between France and England, involving all the people of France. Now there is the Holy See who is causing trouble, and the situation is
I'm afraid it will become more and more complicated.
While the wild wolf was thinking, his ears moved. He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice the danger approaching quietly.
Ouch! A sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded, and the wild wolf realized to dodge at this time, but the sharp edge of the spear had already carved a shallow wound on the wild wolf's back.
There is definitely pain, but it's not fatal, it's just a skin injury.
The wild wolf with the wound on its back looked at another black figure on the roof with hostility, the figure of a human man holding a gun. Although the lights in the town were dim, he could not see the full face of this man. But the light of the stars and the moon,
Coupled with the wild wolf's own night vision ability, it is enough for it to roughly see what kind of person he is.
This slender man matched the spear he used very well. The light armor he wore was not only light and out of the way, but also provided the most basic defense. The only thing exposed was actually two polished shoulder armor.
The man who wields a gun wears a long white coat on his chest. The light long coat partially covers the armor underneath. The long coat itself has a red cross sewn on the white base.
The wild wolf, who has been traveling in and out of various towns for a long time to collect intelligence, certainly knows what this outfit represents.
This slender man wielding a gun is a Crusader affiliated with the Holy See. Although the heyday of the Crusaders was nearly a century ago, a very small number of these elite troops are still retained and become the Crusaders.
A loyal lackey of the Holy See.
They are not easy to mess with.
"Oh, look what we found?" The gun-wielding Crusader spoke with a strong Roman accent, but spoke awkwardly in French: "A demon wolf? It has become a spirit and can go up to the roof?"
The wild wolf did not answer the other party, although it could understand the other party's words. He knew that with his current strength, facing such an elite Holy See Crusaders, he would never have the slightest chance of winning. The only way out he could consider now was to find a way to take advantage of the situation.
Escape in the night.
"You don't answer, do you? But your actions have betrayed you. Going deep into the market, flying over the walls, is definitely not something that an ordinary beast can do. You are an abomination, accept God's judgment here.
!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the crusader had already attacked! He was so fast that he could walk on the roof as if he were walking on flat ground. His spear struck the wolf's head like a meteor, and the blow was extremely fatal.
The wild wolf could no longer sit still and wait for death. It spotted the trajectory of the spear, jumped back, and dodged beautifully.
"Idiot, I'm all lying to you." However, the man said.
Before the wild wolf realized what was going on, another sound of wind had already hit it from behind. Another Crusader sneaked up from behind the wild wolf, attacking quickly and hard. Before the wild wolf felt danger and started to dodge,
The spear had already penetrated the back of its neck and penetrated the wolf's throat!