The inn suddenly became a mess.
Lin Ze grabbed the wooden handle and pulled it back, causing the witch hunter holding the fork to stumble forward two steps and almost hit his face on the corner of the table.
Lin Ze grabbed the fork and swung it towards the man holding the woodcutter with his backhand.
The tines of the iron fork grazed the man's shoulder with the woodcutter, scratching a white mark on the leather armor. The man broke out in a cold sweat and jumped back. As a result, he stepped on a fragment of a wine bottle. His sole slipped and he fell to the ground. The back of his head hit the leg of the long table with a muffled thud.
"Trash! Give them all to me!" the short and stocky man became angry.
The two witch hunters behind who were originally guarding the stairs also rushed down with their iron forks.
The front hall was already narrow, and one of the three long tables was overturned and the other was crooked. The floor was covered with broken pottery shards and drinks, making it difficult to stand firmly on one's feet.
As soon as the iron fork in front was raised, Lin Ze stooped down and swept his legs. His foot slipped, and the iron fork flew out of his hands and was nailed to the beam of the house. The fork tip trembled.
"Ouch..." The man fell down and squatted down, his tailbone hitting the stone floor, and his face turned pale.
The other one went around behind Lin Ze and wanted to hug his waist. Lin Ze pushed his right elbow back, hitting the opponent's ribs. The guy groaned and squatted down, covering his side.
The stocky man threw his pipe on the ground and drew his dagger.
"Get out of the way!"
He roared so powerfully that everyone in the inn stopped.
Lin Ze looked up at him.
The short and stocky man stepped forward with his left foot, held the sword across his chest in his right hand, put the two fingers of his left hand together, drew an arc quickly in the air, and muttered something in his mouth.
The arc lit up.
Light red light emitted from the fingertips and condensed into a translucent rune, floating in front of him.
Lin Ze was stunned for a moment.
What is this?
Magic?
Before he could finish walking forward, Lin Ze kicked off his right foot and rushed out with his whole body close to the ground, hitting the short and stocky man's chest with his shoulder.
The stocky man's feet slid back as if they were oiled, and his back hit the counter, causing half of the counter to collapse.
The dagger in the short man's hand flew out and was nailed to the wall. He himself fell into the wreckage of the counter, and the wooden boards and copper plates were smashed all over him.
"Captain!"
Three witch hunters rushed forward at the same time.
Lin Ze rolled on the spot, ducked under the overturned long table, and picked up the woodcutter on the ground.
The knife was made of thick iron and had a curled edge, but it was quite heavy.
He used the back of his knife to knock the wrist of the first witch hunter he pounced on.
The man who was chopping wood saw his wrist go numb, and the short knife in his hand fell to the ground.
Lin Ze put his knee on his thigh, and the man knelt down as soon as his legs became weak.
When the two people behind saw this, one was wielding a dagger and the other was wielding an iron rod, and they greeted him from the left and right at the same time.
Lin Ze put his left hand on the ground and turned around in the air. Two weapons crossed under him and collided with each other with a clang.
When he landed, his right foot was stepping on a wine bottle. The lid of the bottle flew off and the wine soaked his pants.
I can't control that much anymore.
He squatted Cleansweep, and the back of the woodcutter hit the ankle bone of the man on the left. The man howled and jumped two steps holding his ankle. He slipped on the drink and his head fell into the pile of firewood in the corner.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, the man on the right slammed the iron rod on the ground, took out something with his left hand and threw it at Lin Ze's face.
A handful of ashes.
Lin Ze tilted his head and closed his eyes. The dust rubbed against his cheekbones and part of it fell into his collar. It itched him so much that he almost sneezed.
Based on his memory, he bumped forward and put his shoulder on the opponent's chest, knocking him out and hitting the door. The door panel was broken into two pieces in the middle.
The stocky man crawled out from the wreckage of the counter, his nose bleeding, and he started drawing runes again with his trembling left hand.
"You've had enough."
Lin Ze thrust the woodcutter into the ground and pointed his right index finger towards him.
"Incarcerous"
A thick hemp rope appeared out of thin air, starting from the short man's shoulders and wrapping three times around the handle and arms, all tied to his side.
The short and stocky man was unable to stand firmly and fell straight forward. His face fell to the ground and his nose rubbed against the stone floor. His face was covered in blood.
"Team, Captain!"
The remaining witch hunters looked at each other, and no one dared to move forward.
Lin Ze stood among a pile of broken wood and broken tables, dusting his shoulders.
"Don't move." He glanced at the witch hunters.
"I don't have a very good temper, but I usually don't take action. I won't argue with you if you make the first move today."
The stocky man was lying on the ground, with blood in his mouth and still cursing. "You witch bastard... just wait... the witch hunter won't let you go..."
"Okay, okay." Lin Ze pulled out the woodcutter and pointed the tip of the knife at the tip of the opponent's nose.
"If you say one more thing, I will give you three more holes in your face."
The short and stocky man suddenly fell silent.
Lin Ze put the knife on the counter. It seems that this store cannot survive.
So he lifted his legs and walked out.
Walking out of the door of the inn, the night breeze blew and was chilly.
When the witch hunters who were kicked out by him at the door saw him coming out, they all got on their horses and tried to run away. One of them, a tall and thin man, even fell off his horse and rolled twice on the gravel road. He was picked up by his companions and dragged onto the horse's back.
Those who were still lying on the ground ran out and climbed onto their horses.
More than a dozen horses ran away in the blink of an eye. The sound of hoofbeats clattered in the night for a while, and soon disappeared in the west end of the town. The entire main street sank back into that heart-wrenching silence.
"You really don't look at the almanac when you go out." He muttered.
Lin Ze was leaning against the stone wall at the entrance of the inn. The night wind blew the hair on his forehead into a mess. He reached out and smoothed it out, and found that his fingers were still stained with ash powder, which was greasy and smelled like plant ash mixed with animal fat.
Witch hunter.
The first time he heard this word, he didn't take it seriously because he didn't believe that in a world without thermal weapons, Muggle could cause any harm to wizards. But now, he had to reconsider it.
He couldn't feel the magic power in the last red rune drawn by the short and stocky man, but he could tell by his senses that the wizard would not feel well if it hit him.
Lin Ze straightened his robe, then walked deeper into the town carrying the woodcutter.
The town is not big, and at the end of the main street is a threshing floor. There are several straw sheds set up beside the field, and haystacks and farm tools are piled under the sheds.
On the other side of the threshing floor, there were several rooms with oil lamps still on. The figures on the windows swayed, and half of their heads poked out of the cracks in the doors to take a look, and then retracted.
Lin Ze found a hayloft with leeward wind, gathered hay and spread it on the ground. He took off his robe and folded it into a pillow, and sat down against the haystack.
There was a smell of old hay mixed with the smell of the barn.
He cast a spell on his nose so that it would no longer resist these strange smells, and then added "Banishing Charm" and some defensive spells around it.
After doing this, Lin Ze put on his robe, lay down on the haystack and closed his eyes.