My Adventure Diary of Reincarnating as a Bad Woman

"Is it possible that you should know more than me, Captain Chir," Noita said. "Although I'm young and haven't experienced much, I know from books that there are no impenetrable walls in the world. When the base number is large, all kinds of people may appear."

"team leader!"

A loud shout interrupted the conversation between the two people at the cemetery. Noita turned around and saw a young man running from a distance, his face full of anxiety and tension.

Arriving before Qi'er, the young man said anxiously, "The adventurers who escorted the child have returned, but one of them is unconscious. They said they were ambushed on the way back."

"Take me there!"

Chir met with the adventurers who had returned with a serious expression. Noita stood aside and listened to the story told by the captain of the Liufeng Adventurer Team.

The four members of the Liufeng team were escorting the women and children safely, but they were ambushed only 500 meters away from the town. Bandits attacked them, and after they killed several people, they fled. Their teammate was hit by a poisoned arrow and fell unconscious after the battle. Even after using the antidote, he did not get better.

While they were talking, the doctor who was examining the wound stood up.

Captain Liu Feng asked anxiously, "How is he?"

"His life is safe."

The doctor's answer calmed Liu Feng down. He clenched his fists again and again, rubbing his fingertips together continuously.

He said to Chir, "Mr. Chir, your information is wrong. The bandits' equipment is very sophisticated, not as shabby as you said. Moreover, they are well-trained and act in a coordinated manner. They are not as undisciplined as bandits, but more like an army."

Qi Er's face was so solemn that it looked like water could drip out of it. "I don't know either. Their equipment was really poor before, and they only relied on bravery to fight."

"No matter what they did before, judging by the bandits' current behavior, we can hardly protect ourselves."

Liu Feng's adventure team was already of moderate strength, and it was too difficult for them to deal with more than a hundred bandits when they were short of people. If there were no wounded, he would have wanted to break the contract and leave because he was worried that the bandits would rob them when they evacuated.

Qi'er looked embarrassed.

The militiamen of Shihuo Town were killed or injured in the previous battles with the mountain people, and the current militiamen are all new recruits who have been trained for a short time.

It seemed that the situation was already tilting in an unfavorable direction before the war even started.

At this moment, Noita caught the sound of anxious horse hooves coming from afar.

Accompanied by loud laughter, twenty bandits in light armor arrived on horseback and circled some distance from the village entrance.

When Qi'er arrived, the bandit swung his whip, making the air crackle. "Q'er, are you ready for this week's money and the mines? This is your last chance. If you don't pay in full, you'll never have to pay!"

Qi'er said nothing as the crowd gradually gathered around him. The bandit glanced at the townspeople who shared the same hatred for the enemy and understood.

"I see. It seems you've made up your mind. I was wondering why someone suddenly said people were constantly being evacuated from your town. So you're ready to fight to the death. But this time, you're going to lose more than just your arms. You're going to lose your head as well."

The bandits laughed.

Noita pretended to hide behind Chir, using his body as a shield. Chir understood and gripped the knife tightly.

Since we have made up our minds to fight, we might as well keep them here for now.

A low-voiced curse floated into Chir's ears from behind, and his emotions rose with the sound of the curse, as if he was back on the battlefield last time, with vicious sarcasm and the pain of a broken arm lingering in his heart, like fuel adding to the fire of hatred.

The unfulfilled poisonous fire of hatred formed a scar during the half month of rest. The scar is a proof and a door.

When the scar formed, he lost his right arm permanently, and even the highest level of healing spells could not restore it because it was the sacrifice he made.

Under the witness of the Struggle Sky, he exchanged the loss of his right arm for the strength to support him to move forward.

At this moment, strength was continuously flowing out from behind the scar, allowing his body, which should have been shattered, to still function and fight, allowing hatred to smolder within his body, making the poisonous fire burn more and more painfully.

Chir heard the voice of Noita's chanting gradually become lower. When the spell stopped, he saw a bird-like stream of light flying out from the edge of his sight, screaming and rushing towards the enemy.

The horses all became agitated as if they were under a spell, throwing the bandits off their horses and causing them to run away in all directions.

This is the moment!

Just like the beating of war drums, Qi'er drew his sword boldly, like a ball of raging fire, crossed the distance between him and the bandits in one step, swung his sword alone, and raised the blood to offer to the world of struggle.

Chapter 52 Taking the Initiative

A chaotic battle is about to break out.

Qi'er was like a tiger descending from the mountain. He seized the opportunity when the bandits fell off their horses and killed several of them in succession.

The rest of the people used their numerical advantage to besiege and advance with long-handled weapons, forcing the bandits to retreat continuously and gradually eroding their living space.

There were two professionals among the bandits. One of them stopped Qi'er who was rushing into the flock of sheep. The other turned around and tried to escape, but was stopped by three members of the Liufeng Adventure Team and was being brutally beaten.

Noita did not personally intervene in the war. She wandered around the edge of the battlefield, occasionally using psychic skills to protect the militia of Shihuo Town, focusing on observing the movements of professionals and androids, ready to take heads at any time.

The log would occasionally refresh with information that someone was observing her, which made Noita cautious.

Observation in a log refers to focused and purposeful observation. Even a casual glance will still be recorded, but it will not be highlighted with emphasis characters.

Her appearance was not outstanding after being disguised, and her behavior was not conspicuous. In the melee, the bandits who were struggling to protect themselves obviously had no energy to pay attention to her.

The battle ended after about ten minutes. The smell of blood and fierce light mixed into a cruel atmosphere, which lingered for a long time.

Even if the site is cleaned up, this cruel atmosphere will still remain in this area, making people passing by instinctively aware that something unusual has happened here.

Noita was stained with this atmosphere, but it was very light and could be removed by washing.

The siege was thrilling, and the bandits' desperate counterattack almost ripped open the two careless militiamen's stomachs, but the goddess of luck was on their side today. The crossbow arrows and flying hammers grazed their heads and hit the air, making people sweat, but no blood was seen after all.

When the mortal battle was over, Noita released her control over the atmosphere. Under her control, there were no seriously injured or casualties on the militia side.

The professional confrontation had already concluded. Chir, with a scar, was considered a superior First Order cultivator. The enemy was no match for him, and he was quickly severely wounded and captured. The three members of the Flowing Wind Squad even killed the enemy with rage, though Noita had secretly snatched the kill.

Before the smoke and dust settled, Qi'er ordered the militia to clean up the battlefield and had the prisoners tied up and kept for interrogation later.

After assigning the matters, Chir looked for Noita again and finally saw her in a fence not far away.

The dark-haired girl was soothing a foal, her left hand tightly gripping the reins while her right hand stroked the restless horse's mane.

"Good horse, be good."

The amazing thing was that the foal seemed to understand what she was saying and allowed her to stroke it without kicking or struggling.

Gradually, the foal gently shook its head and let Noita lead it, no longer being irritable.

"You're here." Chir found Noita and thanked her. "Thank you. If it weren't for your magic, it would be difficult for us to find such a good fighter plane."

In his opinion, it was Noita's magic that frightened the horses and threw their riders off. During the battle, he also noticed that some militiamen faced certain fatal attacks but were lucky enough to survive, and in the end, no one on his side died. He suspected that this was also Noita's work.

His guess was not wrong.

Noita, holding the colt, replied nonchalantly, "Pay according to labor."

They walked to the battlefield, where the militia and townspeople were still clearing it.

Noita asked Chir a question: "Which scar did you open?"

"strength."

Scars are a form of practice in the path of fighting, and there are many ways to achieve them. After the scars are opened, the holder can gain power from the path.

Qi'er gained scars from the pain of near-death and severe injuries with his strong will. These scars will make him feel excruciating pain at all times, but they also make him fearless of external pain.

In regular combat, Chir's stamina is endless, and strength flows relentlessly from the paths connected by his scars. Wrestling skills are favored by his scars, and inspiration for conquest, struggle, and conspiracy surges like a fountain.

——This scar bears the mark of a harsh lesson, roiling with the violence of a raging fire. He exchanged a wound that would never heal for a violent force that grew stronger with each battle.

Noita nodded. Chir, with his scars opened, was undoubtedly an extremely useful fighter.

At this time, the observing sight appeared again.

Noita invited Chir to tell her about the past of Stonefire Town and the details of the battle. They walked together and their positions kept changing. She judged the observer's position based on the frequency of log prompts caused by the position changes.

Finally, Noita Lock narrowed down his suspicion to a small crow.

Locking onto the suspect bird, Noita observed its unusual features. Compared to its peers, this crow's feathers were incredibly black and shiny, and its overall beauty was truly remarkable. It was remarkably symmetrical, its eyes like a pair of rubies, the fine lines on its claws strictly adhering to the aesthetic of symmetry, and its feathers meticulously arranged in a symmetrical pattern around its center.

This is a beautiful thing carved by humans.

For a moment, Noita's heart was moved.

She adjusted her direction and pretended to approach the woods where the crows were unintentionally. At this time, Noita was discussing with Chir the feasibility of actively attacking the bandit camp.

Perhaps because this was a topic that interested the person behind the crow, the crow did not move away. Instead, it stood on the branch like a wooden chicken, watching the two people approach.

When the distance between the two sides reached within thirty meters, reaching the attack range of Noita's psychic skills, Noita raised his hand and slapped it, directly using the wind chain to tie the crow tightly to the tree trunk.

The crow flapped its wings in panic, but it couldn't fly at all. It thought it was overthinking to use the power of its wings to lift up the big tree rooted in the ground.

Noita approached with a smile, took out a sack and put it on the crow's head, thus completing the capture.

No matter whether it is a living creature or a magical creation, it has fallen into her hands and she can slowly debug it!

Chir didn't see the difference between crows and other birds. He waited until Noita caught the crow and slowly asked, "The idea of ​​taking the initiative is good, but what if they attack us while we're on the move?"

"You've left a prisoner behind, but don't tell me your men haven't gotten anything out of him yet."

"Go and have a look."

He left the matter to one of his good fellows.

They arrived at a civilian house that had been temporarily converted into an interrogation room, and before they even entered, they heard weak, low groans of pain.

Noita walked in without hesitation and saw the badly injured bandits and the interrogator breathing hard, with several people with twisted expressions guarding them.

One prisoner died. The scene was so horrific, the blood staining the ground red, that it could almost make those with weak mental endurance faint. The visual impact and the unpleasant smell made the bystanders who witnessed the entire process feel nauseous and vomit. The already poor air quality in the interrogation room was further deteriorated.

Chir whispered his interrogator's name, his words thick with guilt: "Johnny."

"Captain Chir."

Johnny responded to Chir's cry with difficulty. He held a bloody knife in his hand, and the sound was like sparks on cold charcoal, giving people a sense of imminent death and devastation.

Johnny was once Chil's most valued junior. He had excellent character, good looks, a strong physique, and superb swordsmanship. Under Chil's guidance, he was almost able to embark on the path of Taoism.

But all this was ruined on the night when the bandits counterattacked.

The strong body was shattered by the wanton destruction, his appearance was destroyed, his bones were broken, and he became a solitary warrior.

Character is no longer pure because of being tarnished and humiliated.

He was withered and scarred, with not much left to live, and his personality became extreme.

Now that he knew he was going to interrogate the bandits, he was even more determined to exact revenge with blood.

Chir's guilt-ridden gaze passed Johnny and fell on the interrogator he had originally assigned: "Did you find out anything?"

"Yes, the bandit camp and route are all here, as well as the situation in the camp and the number of people in it."

The interrogator handed over a piece of paper with crooked words written all over it.

As if frightened by Johnny, the remaining captives spilled all the information about the camp.

Noita stared at the paper, then moved closer to the captives, his eyes lighting up with psychic light as he sensed their emotions.

“Ask again,” she instructed.

So they asked again, and the answer was similar to the previous one, and Noita didn't feel like she was lying.

Noita thought for a moment and added another question: "Has anyone come to your camp recently?"

Most of the captives shook their heads, and only one captive said that he had accidentally seen the chief receiving a secret guest who had come from afar. That was the ultimate beauty of life, with a beauty like that of a seductress. The chief was in her presence just as he was in front of the chief, and he was never looked at directly.

So there is indeed someone behind this.

Chapter 53: Incomplete Second Stage

Chir pondered the map he had drawn based on the prisoners' confessions, weighing the pros and cons of staying behind to defend and taking the initiative to attack.

Noita walked to a distance, opened the mouth of the sack, pinched the crow's neck and took it out, let it stand on his left forearm, and looked at it carefully.

It was no longer moving, with its wings folded and its head lowered, like a black jade statue in deep sleep.

It feels very hard to the touch, even the feathers are as cold as stone.

Birds pledge their loyalty to the Lord of Pale Colors, serving as His eyes and ears to monitor the land. The flocks that soar from the Silent Forest return on the day the Shadow Moon ceases its dance, expounding upon the histories of the land. Among the birds, the crow excels at discerning the blessings and misfortunes of the living and understands the secrets of the dead. It knows where someone will die and how to extract secrets from the dead.

This object is a person's shed skin. Once ever-changing and formless, it is now frozen in the shape of a crow, unable to change. It has the power to open doors and break free from chains. It is now as brittle as porcelain glaze.

The diary revealed the origin of the Black Jade Raven, a skin shed by a professional when he escaped death, and the skin was very fragile and could not withstand damage.

"hehe."

As Noita was observing, a pair of red lights suddenly lit up from the crow's dim pupils. It suddenly raised its head, stared at Noita, and said in a low, threatening voice, "I've caught you, fellow Cup-shaped person of unknown origin. Your blood is fresher than mine."

The tip of the crow's claw pierced Noita's sleeve, but failed to penetrate Noita's flesh as expected. It was blocked by the solidified air.

Noita exerted force with her slender fingertips, and the crow's neck was about to collapse under the huge force.