I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

Claire left the bustling city of Forsyth and set foot on the path leading to her country home. The setting sun cast a golden glow over her. Although she felt a little uneasy, she missed home more than anything else.

However, fate did not seem to let her return home peacefully. As she was walking, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the surrounding tranquility.

"Who is there?"

Claire wanted to turn around and shout, but then she thought, she was only nine years old and her strength was limited, so she shouldn't act rashly.

She bit her lower lip tightly, feeling an uneasy premonition in her heart.

There was a thin mist behind, and the leaves were softly wrapped in white gauze. Along with the sounds in the distance, the branches and leaves trembled slightly.

There are a lot of people. Claire's first reaction was:

She could tell that it was the unique sound of the scabbard and sword when someone ran.

There was also the noise of people, and there were quite a few of them.

Could it be a soldier?

She quickly looked around for a place to hide. Fortunately, she found a patch of tall grass and carefully hid in it.

The grass was lush enough to cover her small figure.

after awhile.

She carefully stuck her head out and through the gaps in the grass, she saw a group of ragged deserters with pale faces, as if they hadn't had any food for several days.

He was holding a weapon in his hand, so it was obvious that he was not a good person.

"Damn it. Why are there deserters in this place??"

Claire's heart tightened.

Three on horseback and four on foot.

The deserters chattered about their defeat.

"I wanted to take advantage of the chaos to return home, but I encountered bandits on the way. What bad luck."

Another person retorted, "It wasn't the bandits, it was those damned peasants. They asked for a meal and knocked us out. They took our equipment and horses."

"If it weren't for Terry's cleverness, we would have died there!"

Could it be soldiers who escaped from the border area? Claire wondered.

Although this place is not close to the border, it is not far away either. It was hard to escape all the way here.

The deserters were so focused on their conversation that they didn't notice Claire in the bushes.

However, at this moment, a gust of wind blew, and the grass swayed gently, revealing a small piece of Claire's clothes.

A sharp-eyed deserter immediately noticed something was wrong. He pulled the reins of his horse and shouted, "There's someone over there!"

"Could it be the nearby city defense forces?"

"Damn it! Didn't the farmer who showed us the way say this was a completely uninhabited area?!"

The other deserters also stopped their horses and gathered around the bushes.

Claire's heart tightened, knowing she had been discovered. She tried to escape, but the deserters had already surrounded her.

She looked around nervously, looking for a chance to escape, but there were only tall grass and trees all around, leaving nowhere to run to.

The deserters approached the bushes and spotted Claire's thin figure.

They knew at first sight that this was a farm child. One of the deserters laughed disdainfully and said, "Haha, it's a girl. She's really unlucky today."

The leading soldier shouted, "We can't let her go back! Otherwise we'll be in danger!"

As he spoke, he drew the knife from his waist, ready to chop Claire to death with one blow.

Claire closed her eyes in fear, knowing she couldn't block the blow.

"Damn it, is this the end for me?"

However, just as the knife was about to fall, Claire suddenly opened her eyes.

"No! How can I die in a place like this!"

She became furious, gritted her teeth, and rushed towards the deserter with all her strength.

Although Claire was only nine years old, she was the daughter of a blacksmith after all, and she displayed astonishing strength in the critical moment of life and death.

The deserter didn't expect her sudden counterattack, and was knocked off balance and almost fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the other deserters drew their weapons and prepared to attack Claire.

However, Claire did not retreat. She took advantage of her small stature and dodged through the bushes, avoiding the attacks of the deserters.

"Where did you run to?" a deserter asked angrily.

Although Claire had no weapons on her, she had been exposed to weapons since she was a child. If she were an ordinary person, if she was pointed at by a sword, her legs and feet would probably become weak immediately and she would be at the mercy of others.

But there are too many of them, and if they continue like this they will just get stuck.

The guys who survived the battlefield have more than just this ability.

"There she is!" The leading soldier, riding on his horse, with sharp eyes, suddenly discovered the unusual movement in the grass.

Without hesitation, he took out his bow and arrow, aimed at the bushes and shot an arrow.

The arrow shot through the air, heading straight for Claire with fierce momentum.

Claire was startled, and she felt a strong sense of crisis.

She used her hands and feet, rolled quickly in the grass, and cleverly avoided the arrow.

The arrow grazed her body and lodged itself in the tree trunk behind her. Claire felt a wave of fear, knowing she had just escaped a fatal blow.

She didn't have time to catch her breath and immediately stood up to escape.

However, at this moment, she suddenly felt a chill. She looked down and found that her body was covered with cold sweat.

She knew that her situation was extremely critical. They had already discovered her whereabouts and were still approaching.

Claire quickly picked up a sharp stone and hid it in her palm. She stared closely at the ferocious deserters, looking for an opportunity to strike.

Just when a deserter was distracted, Claire took advantage of this flaw.

She suddenly jumped up and smashed the stone in her hand towards the deserter's head like lightning.

With a scream, the deserter covered his eyes, bent over in pain, and the sword in his hand fell.

Claire was overjoyed and flew over desperately, then rolled over and picked up the fallen sword.

The sword was heavy, but it was just right for Claire.

She knew very well that she had never learned swordsmanship systematically, and her only experience was accumulated from playing with the children in the village with wooden swords when she was a child.

At this moment, the green seed in her mind suddenly emitted a cool breath, which flowed into her heart like a trickle of water.

Soothed by the cool air, Claire gradually calmed down, and her heartbeat slowly returned to normal.

She gripped the weapon tightly in her hand. Although cold sweat oozed from her palms, she assumed a defensive posture as if she was born with the ability.

"Hmph, a child's trick, the dying struggle of the weak."

Although the deserter on horseback was surprised that a little girl could dodge his arrow, he drew his bow again, ready to silence her.

whoosh-

An arrow shot straight ahead.

Facing this sudden arrow, Claire instinctively blocked it with the sword she had just seized. The arrow slammed into the sword with a sharp metallic clang.

Claire was knocked back a few steps by the impact, but she managed to block the arrow.

"what?"

The soldiers showed incredible expressions when they saw this.

However, in this situation, no one can be left alive.

"She must be killed!" the leading soldier shouted sternly.