The roof of the hayloft was blowing in the wind, and the haystack had absorbed the moisture from the night, making the side next to the cheek wet and cold.
Lin Ze When he opened his eyes, his nose was filled with the smell of old dust first, and then the smell of charcoal fire coming from a distance.
Someone is cooking breakfast?
He sat up and rubbed his neck. Grass clippings fell out of his hair and pricked him. Fortunately, "Warming Charm" was there, so he wouldn't wake up from the cold at night.
There are chickens crowing in the town.
Lin Ze shook his robe, and the grass clippings fell down. He arranged his clothes, got out from behind the hay shed, and walked around the edge of the threshing floor to a shallow ditch in the south of the town.
There was no water in the ditch, and there was a layer of fine mud on the bottom, which was soft when stepped on.
He rubbed the mud off the soles of his boots against the ditch wall, and wiped his face with his sleeves twice. After making sure that he didn't look like he had just fought with someone last night, he crawled out of the ditch and walked around another country dirt road.
The outline of the town grew smaller and smaller behind him, until it was swallowed up by the morning mist.
He walked for about half an hour without daring to look back. He didn't sit down on a boundary stone on the side of the road until he was sure that he was far enough away from Carl Town.
Witch hunters in this world are not like the ordinary Muggle of later generations, who know nothing and pose no threat to wizards. Instead, they have their own set of attack systems.
Avalon's witch hunters are completely different from the mobs outside with pitchforks and torches.
Just as he was thinking, the sound of horse hooves came from the distance.
Lin Ze squatted against the bushes behind the boundary stone and looked out through the gaps in the leaves.
At the end of the dirt road, seven or eight tall horses trotted out of the fog.
The riders were all wearing dark brown leather armor, with a dark short robe over the leather armor, and a copper badge on their chest. He couldn't see the pattern engraved on the badge clearly.
The leading horse was half a head taller than the others. The rider was burly, with a beard on his chin, and his hair was shaved very short, leaving only a layer of green stubble on the top of his head.
A broad-bladed dagger hung on the side of his saddle, the scabbard covered with copper.
It seems to be very well-equipped, seems to be the army of the kingdom?
Lin Ze shrank himself into the bushes again.
Fortunately, the team of men and horses did not stop when they passed by where he was squatting. The leader with a beard lowered his head and glanced at the ground, his eyes swept over from the direction where Lin Ze was squatting, as if he was trying to identify something, but in the end he shook his head, clamped the horse's belly and continued forward.
Seven or eight horses came out of the fog and disappeared again.
Lin Ze Waited until the sound of the horse's hoofbeats was completely gone, then he slowly straightened up.
He lowered his head and glanced at the boundary stone where he had just sat. There were a few shallow mud marks on the mud next to the stone, which he had stepped on himself.
This is where the bearded man looked down just now.
Although the dozen witch hunters in Carl Town Inn were beaten away last night, they had obviously spread the information about "black hair, oriental face, wearing gray robes".
The group of people who came today may have been searching based on the news.
Lin Ze looked down at the dark gray robe on his body, and then touched his hair.
He took off his robe and waved his magic wand to change its shape, turning it into the kind of linen clothing worn by ordinary people in the area.
The hair was pressed, turning the smooth black hair into curls.
When he emerged from the bushes, at first glance he looked like an ordinary country boy.
After walking on the dirt road for more than a mile, there was an abandoned shepherd's hut on the grassy slope on the left. Half of the stone wall collapsed, most of the thatch on the roof was blown away by the wind, and a few wooden beams were left standing crookedly.
Lin Ze turned into the hut, sat down in the corner of the stone wall, took out the half piece of bread from Undetectable Extension Box, broke it into pieces, and chewed it slowly.
The fog outside has not cleared yet, and occasionally there are a few sheep bleating in the distance, but otherwise it is unbelievably quiet.
As soon as he swallowed the last piece of bread, there was movement on the road.
Another group of people passed down the slope, more than ten people and horses. The riders were all dressed like last night, with leather armor and short robes, and bronze badges on their chests.
The leader was still the bearded one, but this time there was a tall and thin man beside him, wearing a cloak.
The man looked around on horseback.
Lin Ze looked at these people from a distance.
After the bearded group passed by, Lin Ze came out of the ruins and continued walking eastward along the slope without taking the main road.
After walking less than two miles, he heard the sound of horse hooves turning back behind him.
The team turned around.
There was nothing to cover Lin Ze, so he simply cast "Disillusionment Charm" on himself. Although he didn't know if the other party could see through the wizard's witchcraft, he was confident that he could subdue them all before the other party could react.
The tall and thin man got off his horse, squatted on the ground, rubbed the soil with his fingers, and then pointed in the direction of Lin Ze.
The bearded man waved his hand, and the three cavalry left the group and headed up the slope to outflank them.
Lin Ze was stunned. The other party must have some special way to track his location, and it seemed to be very accurate.
The three horses stopped about twenty steps down the slope.
A rider dismounted and pulled out a short sword. The blade glowed white in the morning light.
He bent down and carefully touched the direction where Lin Ze was standing.
Lin Ze didn't move.
The rider stopped less than five steps away from him, tilted his head and looked at the boundary stone, then turned his head and shouted something behind him. The accent was a bit thick, but Lin Ze didn't understand.
The other two riders also dismounted and formed a fan shape to surround them.
Lin Ze had no choice but to tap twice with the wand.
"Vine Growth"
Several thick vines sprouted from the grass around the boundary stone, swam out close to the ground, wrapped around the ankle of the nearest rider and pulled him back.
The man threw himself face down into the grass, and the dagger flew out of his hands.
The other two people turned around at the same time, one drew his sword and the other touched his bow.
Lin Ze didn't give them a chance to stand firm.
He stood up and kicked on the boundary stone, flipping out in the air, and then a spell flew towards the man holding the sword.
Before the man even raised his sword, he lay motionless on the ground.
The one who touched the bow moved the fastest, and the arrow was already on the string.
Lin Ze didn't hide, he spread the five fingers of his right hand and pushed towards him.
The silent "Impedimenta" flew out against the ground. The man's feet seemed to have stepped on glue, and he fell out. The arrow flew off the string and shot into the sky, then plunged crookedly into the grassy slope in the distance.
The man with the beard at the bottom of the slope was sitting on a horse watching the action here. From his perspective, he could only see their people being knocked to the ground one after another, and Lin Ze could not be seen.
The tall and thin man next to him was muttering something unknown, holding a wooden stick against his fingertips, with the tip of the stick pointed steadily in the direction of Lin Ze.
It's a bit interesting. Lin Ze raised his eyebrows slightly. Now he is more interested in this world.