Chapter 508 508 Baggage
Chapter 508 508 Baggage
508 508 Baggage
Wolfe picked up her radio and tucked it into his pocket, with the hope that he could warn the other villagers of the attack in advance. The United World Army might be radio silent during the mission, but he doubted it. They seemed much too confident that they were in the right, and that their enemy was inferior and primitive, to take such precautions.
He barely made it in time for the next battle, and the Witches were already setting traps in the plant life around the village when he arrived. They had various charms ready, mostly for slowing the body and mind so that the locals couldn’t fight back, but most of their focus was on [Mind Control] to keep the monsters going where they wanted.
It was a nearly foolproof plan, and when the villagers came out to defend, they were almost instantly incapacitated. That was when Wolfe struck, putting a barrier between them and the monsters, and then unloading his rifle into the Witches.
The back lines filled with fireballs, and the monsters started to run amok as the witches focus was broken, allowing some of the villagers to begin killing the front ranks while the witches struggled to defend against Wolfe’s rifle.
It was a good test for how the other villages were going to do. Without a barrier or an ambush set up in advance, they would be in real trouble, as the Witches were going to stop the defenders by the entrance from doing anything but dying under the jaws of a monster, but there was still hope, and most of the Witches couldn’t defend against the standard magical munitions.
This village had also sent scouts out to attack the Witches, but they had waited a bit too long, and only after Wolfe had unloaded one magazine into the back lines did they begin to fire.
That was the end of this escort, and all that was left was for them to clean up the monsters. That task was easily accomplished with the weapons they had received, so Wolfe headed off for the next battle with a small wave to the scouts he passed by. He was late for the next one, and the villagers were fleeing from the far entrance, as the monsters had already breached the den.
But he still put in the work and got rid of the Witches guiding them before they could move on to another target.
He must have missed some that were hiding underground because now the radio was going insane with reports that the villages were aware and had hidden artillery all through the hills, as well as cursed weapons from the war.
He assumed that meant the magical ammunition, so he waited a moment to make a plan to ensure none of it made its way back to the main force.
They were already aware of its existence, but he didn’t want them to actually have any to use against the people here.
“Snowman, this is Squirrel. Hold tight, and we will come back for round two.” A voice over the radio informed him.
The villagers had fled, but when they saw the battle, the rest of the scouts had turned around to come back and help out. With the innocents out of the den, they could fight without risking casualties on their side, and the villagers weren’t going to give up that easily.
Wolfe cast armour spells on all the scouts that returned, right before they charged into the Den, without concern for the witches that were likely still inside.
The gunfire was constant, shaking the ground and not long after they entered, a Witch ran out with a scout right behind her.
Wolfe pinned her to the ground with a Gravity spell, and the scout cheered in victory, then leapt on top of her, forgetting that the spell wasn’t specifically targeted.
“You know you’re an idiot, right? You’re just as fragile as she is.” Wolfe asked as he jogged over to take the prisoner and free the scout safely.
The scout had an anti-magic bracelet in his hand, as Wolfe had suspected, and Wolfe put it on her wrist before he cancelled his spell.
The Witch was looking confused at Wolfe’s words, until she realized that he was speaking to the scout, who only shrugged at Wolfe once the spell was ended.
The gunfire underground continued for a few more minutes, and then the bedraggled forms of the scouts began to come back up to the surface, carrying a chest between them with a triumphant look.
They gave Wolfe a thumbs up, then whistled a rhythmic pattern that carried through the grasslands, a signal to their people that the fight was finished.
The scouts opened the chest with reverence, and took out a pair of small green vials, the healing potions that Forest Grove distributed to everyone who gave reports to them, and each injured scout took a small swig out of one, before they placed the other back in the chest.
That should be enough to close the worst of their injuries, they assumed, and they weren’t going to waste the rest. There were more injured villagers, and they needed to relocate now that they were exposed and everything they had was destroyed by the monsters.
Wolfe took the notepad out of the pocket of the scout and wrote a short note.
[Send anyone who ends up without a village west to Forest Grove. We have a spell to keep hostile creatures and spells out.]
The scout gave him the thumbs up, and gestured for another pair to come get the Witch while they ran the memo to their leader.
“You’re not a mutant. I would sense it. So why are you siding with them?” The Witch spat at Wolfe once the scout was gone.
“I live here too. Of course, I would help them. They would usually take you hostage now, but they are retreating from this destroyed village, so that might not be feasible. How about you come with me to the other battles, and I will keep you as my prisoner?” Wolfe asked.
This one was a Sergeant, so a Rank Three Witch, and she would get out of that bracelet eventually. The villagers would have to kill her to stay safe, and Wolfe still wanted answers.
“What do you need me to do?” She asked, praying that she was making the right decision to stay alive.
Wolfe inspected her gear, but didn’t find anything useful for the situation. It was all witch magic that he couldn’t use.
“Nothing at all. Just behave.” He ordered, then activated a mild [Stun] spell, and put the witch into a deep slumber with a lightning bolt.
Hopefully, it wouldn’t cause brain damage.