Chapter 1571: The South and Warming Up

The border between the Central Plains and the South was a vast plain. Due to limitations in financial resources, there were no border fortresses here, only a pitch-black plain that seemed to have been burned by a great fire.

On a withered tree, a breeze blew, and several witch corpses hanging from the tree swayed slowly. Three male corpses were also nailed to the trunk; these were Witch Hunters.

This withered tree was the border marker. Crossing it meant stepping into the territory of the witches. The Central Plains and the West were the territory of the Saint Healing Church, the North that could freeze people to death was under the jurisdiction of the Northern King, the East was the territory of tribes and indigenous people, and the South was the Country of Witches.

The entire Dark Crow Continent was divided into three major blocks: the Central Plains and the West as one block, the North as one block, and the East and the South as one large block.

The barbarians in the East had no rulers at all; conflicts frequently broke out between tribes, and small tribes spread everywhere. The North was too cold, the savages of the East wouldn't go there, and the South, which bordered the East, was unlucky.

As the territory of the witches, the chaos of the internal order in the South could be imagined. The Moi family's status in the South was indeed very high, but given the untamable nature of witches, the Moi family couldn't possibly bring all witches under their command. This almost represented the degree of chaos in the South.

The East and the South were bordering regions, and the environments of the two borders were very similar. This led to the possibility of primitive tribes from the East flooding into the South. The witches naturally didn't turn them away. They wouldn't easily step into the East, but they wouldn't refuse experimental materials that were delivered to their door.

If the Country of Witches in the South and the Saint Healing Church were checking and balancing each other, with neither side actively sending large armies, then the witches and the primitive indigenous people of the East were in a state of constant warfare.

The number of witches who died at the hands of primitive tribes must be higher than that of Witch Hunters; this was caused by the regional environment. As for uniting with the tribes of the East to deal with the witches, it was simply impossible.

Especially after Moi Nora scattered the witches, the primitive tribes from the East increased rapidly. They didn't care if this was the Country of Witches; as long as it was suitable for them to live, they would immediately occupy a piece of territory and start developing.

It seemed like the Country of Witches in the South was being invaded, but in reality, it wasn't. Moi Nora was doing this to let the witches invade the East and develop the undeveloped resources of the East. The accelerated development of the South in the recent period was precisely because of this.

On the carriage, Su Xiao looked at the few indigenous people ahead with confusion. The group had just entered the South and hadn't encountered any witches, but instead were intercepted by a few shirtless savages covered in colorful graffiti. Looking at the meaning of those few indigenous people, they were clearly trying to rob them on the road. Of course, using Su Xiao and the others as lunch was also possible.

"Carmen, who are these indigenous people?"

Su Xiao didn't get off the carriage, just opened the carriage door.

"Not clear. It seems the changes in the South are not small. Shall we catch a few and interrogate them?"

"A bit of a waste of time."

"True. Looking at their expressions, they seem prepared to use us as lunch, so let's slaughter them. Blood Bear, stop sleeping, a few tribal savages said you look like a stupid donkey."

"Fart! You can't understand the language of those savages."

The sleepy Blood Bear in front of the carriage stood up, and Carmen on the side smiled very wickedly.

Blood Bear jumped off the carriage and bent down to grab a few stones from the ground. Those tribes holding spears roared loudly, and two of them charged directly over.

Bang, bang!

Two stones flew out, and the brains of those two charging tribal savages burst, and they fell to the ground. Seeing this scene, the other savages turned and fled.

"These savages... are they all so spineless now? If it were over a decade ago, they should have been howling and charging over."

The one-eyed Blood Bear grinned. It was hard to imagine he was a Saint Councilor respected by people.

"Kill them all, so as not to attract other trouble."

When Carmen was young, he clearly wasn't a good person either. His principle was: either don't kill and pretend to be a good person, or kill them all and leave none behind.

The muscles on Blood Bear's arms bulged. After a few harsh whistling sounds, those few savages who had run far away fell to the ground.

Melody, who witnessed this scene from start to finish, shrank her head. She had heard how ruthless the means of the previous generation of Witch Hunters were.

Resolving the few tribal savages blocking the road, the two carriages continued forward, gradually going deep into the South.

At 10:00 PM that night, the night was pitch black, and two carriages were parked beside a bonfire.

"Gante, has the situation of this witch gathering place been investigated?"

Carmen sat in front of the fire. Under the reflection of the firelight, his hunchback was more obvious. Witch Grave Gante was stunned for a moment.

"Investigated clearly. There are about twenty-something witches. This place is similar to a market where witches exchange items. The main commodity this time is a few savages. After all, humans are a scarce resource in the South."

Witch Grave had already entered the state; the instinct of witch hunting had overcome his senile dementia.

"Can we act tonight?"

Carmen's old face smiled very brightly because his old partner Witch Grave had regained his former style.

"90% chance of success."

"You say 90%, then it's basically a done deal."

The drunkard drank several large gulps of wine and stood up.

"Moving now?"

Blood Bear's eyes seemed to be shining. He hadn't killed a witch in over a decade.

"Of course."

Carmen and the other four didn't call Su Xiao. The reason was very simple: there were only twenty-something witches, and the strongest was a Fourth-Tier witch. If they couldn't even deal with this, how could they talk about hunting Misfortune?

Several old men walked toward the carriage to get their respective weapons. Carmen didn't move; his weapon was that cane.

The Apostle Eye floated in mid-air. Su Xiao prepared to see how these old Witch Hunters hunted witches.

Twenty minutes later, in a wind-sheltered valley in a mountain depression, there were dozens of wooden houses, some of which had collapsed, clearly not frequently inhabited.

This was a small market for witches. In the latter part of every month, witches would come here to exchange items.

An ugly-looking synthetic beast lay in the valley. The surroundings were pitch black. Its nose twitched, seemingly smelling something.

Swoosh~

A crossbow bolt shot out from the darkness. Before the synthetic beast could let out a roar, its central nervous system was shot through. The potent poison on the arrow made it quickly go into shock.

A black shadow flashed past in the night. He stopped in front of the synthetic beast and grabbed the beast's claws to examine them carefully.

"Sharp teeth, hooked claws, rock ash on the fur—it's a Fourth-Tier elemental type."

"Force them out."

Hearing this sentence, the drunkard untied the package on his back and took out two pottery jars. After opening the jars, a white mist drifted out. He was standing in the upwind position.

Inside a wooden house, a witch with a face full of scars suddenly sat up. At this moment, a cold light flashed past her neck.

Carmen limped toward the outside of the wooden house. The Fourth-Tier witch covered her throat with both hands, and a cyan color spread toward her head along the wound at a speed visible to the naked eye.

With a "click," the cane-whip in Carmen's hand tightened and turned back into a cane.

A Fourth-Tier witch wasn't weak, but unfortunately, she didn't even have the chance to use her incarnation.

Five minutes later, with a crisp "crack," Blood Bear twisted off a witch's neck. The wooden door behind him was pushed open, and Witch Grave carried a witch out of the wooden house.

Roaring flames spread within this market. Several old Witch Hunters walked toward the outside of the valley. They had a cripple, a drunkard, a one-eyed dragon, and even one with senile dementia, but they were experts at witch hunting, the most experienced Witch Hunters currently in the world.

Behind a wooden house, a witch with eyes full of fear leaned against the wall. Her body was somewhat translucent, and coupled with the fact that it was night, her existence was almost invisible to the naked eye. This witch had been woken up by the urge to urinate in the middle of the night, which was why she escaped disaster.

Over ten meters away, Witch Grave, who was just about to walk out of the valley, sniffed and stopped his footsteps. The old man clearly had somewhat uneven eyes.

"There's the scent of a witch."

"Nonsense, of course there's the scent of a witch here."

Blood Bear wiped the blood off his hands and strode toward the outside of the valley.

"No, I mean one that's still alive."

Witch Grave turned his head, and his wrinkled old face was somewhat terrifying under the reflection of the firelight. ===== CHAPTER 1572 =====