There is no reason to say for those who are in a violent state. Although there are only dozens of them, most of them are children watching the fun. But Maya is not Lyon, with no sword on her waist and lacks brute force. She is just a woman who will faint if she is beaten hard. If someone hadn't been tortured, Maya wouldn't be able to wake up.

She opened her eyes suddenly. Compared to the severe pain in her head, she was more concerned about her unmovable hands and feet. These people tied her up at some point. The people who moved to the new camp took away many tents, and some of them didn't have time to take away the wooden brackets, which turned into a useless torture instrument.

Under the double blow of new injuries and old pain, Maya gave in. She lowered her head and would rather stare at the ground that was trampled into mud than look at the twisted faces in front of her. Humans are always afraid of new things. If it were not for the purpose of promoting the miracle of the Mother of the Earth, she would probably have been taken to the guillotine with her sisters. The female warriors of the family are still imprisoned in the prison in the capital. Maya has visited her. Apart from being spit on her face, she has gained nothing.

Now it is no different. On the first day she came to the Eternal Forest, she moved into the refugee camp, ate and lived with the group of people, had never slept once, and had no meals for two meals. This was the reward she received, and was tied up with a wooden frame and was lynched. The mob surrounded her and shouted, as if she wanted her to bear something. The nun gritted her teeth and said nothing. She was once a nobleman. After converting to the Mother of the Earth, she received the blessing of the pope and became a high-level nun.

The excited men waved their fists and pointed at Maya and said nonstop. Insulting me? Then what are you? A group of ungrateful superstitious farmers! Maya forced herself to curse that surged to her lips. It's useless. I am the nun of the Mother of the Earth, not a spider-queen priest, no longer... She didn't have the snake head whip that could bite people, nor did she have the magic trick to kill people. She was a nun, who wanted to save people instead of hurting them.

The dark elves tied up with their hands and feet could not protect themselves, so they could only look down and silent to see what the thugs were going to do. There were rangers patrolling outside the camp, and Maya was not without hope of rescue.

"sorcière!" The man in front slapped the nun in the face, and the questioning without the victim was involved was boring. The slap was too hard and broke Maya's lips.

These people actually called me a witch. Before she could respond, new slaps followed one after another, and then another. When others pulled the too active questioner away, Maya's mouth was swollen.

She understood the last paragraph of "ne vous précipitez pas pouruer."

Although the newcomer did not hit the nun, that series of problems were not much better than beating. Her Frankish language skills were limited, and the other party spoke quickly. In the end, the nun was still punched twice in the stomach and vomited blood all over the floor. Maya then fell into a semi-coma and was grabbed and shook her hair without responding.

Not talking is also a confession. The climax of the witch hunting activity back then. Women with black cats may be dragged by the church to roast them into charcoal. After all, these people are powerless in the face of sudden disasters, so they vent their anger through other ways. The firewood piles are everywhere, and they are picked up and thrown at the feet of the "witch" and are ready-made stolen racks.

As for lighting, it is even simpler. The fire pit that burns red in the nun's tent is perfect.

High elves are a kind of intelligent creature that truly sees all directions and listens to all directions. The movements of human refugees cannot escape the eyes of the rangers. Under the leadership of the captain, the elves pulled up their scarfs to cover their mouths, posing for fear of being infected, and were far away and did not intend to intervene at all.

Emily felt right, she expected it. Maya was still good in the capital, and most citizens knew her. The emperor's family played a leading role and repeatedly invited Maya to the palace to give weekend sermons, which dispelled people's doubts. But this is the Forest of Eternity, the White-Skinned Elf regarded her as a traitor, and the Franks did not know her. Maya was too naive and fanatical. As a new convert, her enthusiasm for religion was too high.

The nun was immersed in self-dedication to take care of the believers, but he would not calm down and think about it. For example, who would be a scapegoat in this situation? An ordinary farmer didn't know a word, and when he encountered an accident, he didn't know what to think calmly. So Emily, who rushed over, saw such a scene. The nun was tied to a shelf, his feet were filled with firewood, and someone was holding a torch to be ready to ignite it at any time. The posture was very similar to the witch judgment many years ago.

"You trash!" Emily did not forget to curse even though she rode over the elves.

No matter how much deep hatred there is in history, it is unreasonable to watch Maya be burned to death by the mob. The Ranger let Emily pass through indifferently, and the things she shows are not about. The mage rode his horse and forced himself into the crowd. In her rage, she didn't care whether she would step on anyone.

You guys! She finally tied the reins, and the mount stood up and kicked his legs. Each horse was trained similarly. If it was blocked, it would stomp the other party to death. The female mage who came out of the way became the new object of hatred, not to mention that she was also a complete "witch"!

"Catch her!" Emily heard the man holding the torch shouting, "Don't let her run away!" This was really superfluous. The people on the periphery walked around the front hoof of the war horse, trying to pull the reins to drag the mage.

"Run?!" Emily was so angry that her eyes were inflamed. She suppressed the crowd of people who were ready to move with her eyes alone. But this was not enough, and it was not enough for the superstitious fool to let Maya go.

The mage raised his hand and showed his power to show his power is a better way to convince him than to reason.

"Zi, Qilanan, So Si, Alansu, Kali, and Jialalan." Such a long and difficult spell was completed in an instant.

In the air less than ten meters above the crowd's heads, the sudden explosion flash not only scared the farmer, but even the elves changed their indifferent and indifferent manner, and pounced on their bodies and looked at Emily vigilantly.

"Get out!" She pointed at the guy holding the torch. Emily was definitely not bluffing. As long as she had an idea, the idiot would be penetrated by lightning and turn into charcoal that his mother could not recognize.

The shocked crowd ran around in scattered and in a short while, only the mage and nun were left in the spot. Sanchez ran behind Ruby, panting, only to catch up with the last scene. The sunset shone on Emily's deep purple robe, and the mage sat calmly on the saddle, while Terra's nun had a bruised nose and was tied like a living sacrifice in the illustration.
Chapter completed!