Chapter 69 Chapter 70 Bait
Ji Ma did not immediately elevate her moral standing after meeting Saint John, nor did she suddenly develop a compassionate heart.
Instead, she believed that in either the good or evil camp, those who are useless would definitely be unpopular. Moreover, she just put a green hat on George. Now that a good opportunity to increase her favorability had presented itself, she naturally had to seize it.
Of course, the fundamental reason was that when the bait posed little risk, even if she got hurt while drinking water or had her teeth knocked out, she could still receive divine healing.
“Okay, I’ll drive away the green skins,” George said, “You and Jenna should act together; it’s best to lure them all to the front of the church.”
“Understood.” Ji Ma turned to Jenna and said, “My life is in your hands, Jenna.”
Since the battle started, Jenna, who had been stone-faced, finally showed some emotion and said, “Alright.”
Time was pressing, and they split up.
Not far away, several goblins were stacked up to form a “human ladder,” attempting to set the thatched roof of the wooden house on fire.
Ji Ma complained while running, “What are the village militia doing?”
After saying this, she tore off her cloak and casually tossed it aside. Jenna next to her also appropriately dimmed her brightness.
“小绿皮！” Ji Ma shouted, “The ‘Screaming Girl’ is here!”
The goblins turned their heads and looked at Ji Ma.
Even in the dark, they could only vaguely see Ji Ma’s figure, but the supernatural charm she exuded gave her a strong presence that could not be ignored.
The goblins immediately recognized her; the one at the bottom of the “human ladder” growled with hatred, “Screaming Girl!”
Having said that, it forgot its duty to set the house on fire and directly charged at Ji Ma. The goblin at the top, holding a torch, nearly set the thatched roof on fire. The moment the one at the bottom moved, several goblins fell to the ground together.
Without hesitation, Ji Ma turned and fled, shouting while running, “I am the ‘Screaming Girl’; if you have the guts, come catch me!”
To stand out, she jumped while running, instantly attracting a lot of the green skins’ attention.
A large orc had just removed a door panel and turned upon seeing Ji Ma’s figure. He immediately threw down the pig he was carrying and grabbed an axe, roaring as he charged forward. The goblin that wanted to flee instead tightened the reins and struck the skinny wolf’s head, ordering it to turn back—one goblin was bitten on the hand by the skinny wolf and flipped to the ground.
A group of green skins chased after Ji Ma, throwing all sorts of things at her.
Ji Ma jumped in the air and did a forward roll, dodging a screaming goblin, landing smoothly.
Jenna, who was protecting her, ran alongside and said, “Ji Ma, is this really necessary?”
Ji Ma, standing on one leg and dodging a spear, replied, “I can escape and review what I’ve learned! That’s the only advantage to being chased.”
Saint Jenna did not quite understand Ji Ma’s line of thought.
The two women ran a half-circle around the village, where the doors were tightly shut, and then turned back, directly heading towards the church. By only running half a circuit, they had almost attracted all the green skins raiding the village.
“Hurry!”
Saint John was standing on the second floor of the church, waving at the two women.
The church was located in the center of the village, surrounded by residential houses and had only three exits.
The villagers were piling furniture, farming tools, and various objects into street barricades to block one entrance.
If this was a water-tight trap, then the trap had an exit.
Ji Ma had no time to complain about this issue, anyway, she had contributed, directly running to the front of the church. The sturdy iron-wood door of the church opened automatically, and the two women ran in and closed the door.
As soon as the door was shut, it shook with a loud thud, and the frustrated roar of orcs came from the back.
“Get up here.”
Saint John called from the second floor.
The two women ran up to the second floor, where there was only a small window open.
“Is this part of the plan?” Ji Ma leaned on her knees, breathing heavily as she asked, “What’s the next step? Watch the green skins realize what’s happening, then turn around and flee?”
Saint John looked at Ji Ma with his undamaged eye and asked, “What plan?”
The scars on his face were somewhat terrifying, and after Ji Ma averted her gaze, she thought that it was impossible for George to have run to the church and discussed a plan with Saint John within such a short time.
Saint Jenna said, “This is not good; we need to lure the green skins into a trap, but the trap isn’t even dug yet.”
Ji Ma replied, “George must have already thought of this.”
As soon as she finished speaking, a roar from humans echoed outside.
She hurried to the window and saw the militia, long absent, rushing to the second exit, holding spears and flails, securely blocking it.
The green skins yelled at the militia, and just then, George, carrying the banner of the church, flanked their rear.
Ji Ma said, “Now George doesn’t have to worry about the green skins fleeing.”
The ensuing battle posed no uncertainties. Jenna used her extraordinary abilities to support the militia, who were not useless themselves and firmly blocked the exit, fighting fiercely. The panicking goblins dashed around in the open space in front of the church, desperately dodging the light orbs created by Saint Jenna.
After more than ten minutes, the battle concluded, with no fewer than a hundred green skin corpses lying in front of the church. The remaining goblins knelt down and begged for mercy, and the militia charged forward, crushing their heads with flails and stabbing with spears, resulting in the goblins losing more than half of their number.
With the crisis in Saint John’s village resolved, the next question arose.
Why were the green skins so determined to hunt down Ji Ma, calling her the Screaming Girl?
George interrogated several green skins, and they all said in unison:
“It’s her, it’s her, with black hair, golden eyes, and horns like a ram on her head. Every midnight, she runs into the tents screaming, and we can’t sleep!”
There was no new information at all.
It was only clear that they harbored a deep hatred for Ji Ma, even though this goblin warband had only two hundred members and was tormented by hunger, they still dared to attack a village guarded by an extraordinary being.
Listening to the green skins’ “accusations,” George looked at Ji Ma and comforted her, “It’s very strange, but the thoughts of green skins are inherently odd.”
Ji Ma said, “At this rate, I’m beginning to suspect whether I’ve neutered all the green skins, perhaps this heinous act has been deliberately forgotten by me.”
George replied, “It’s nighttime now; let’s go check their camp and destroy the catapults while we’re at it.”
Soon, the two rode over, guided by two goblins, directly heading toward the camp of the green skin warband.
The camp was already empty, with only a mess of tents left, and two makeshift catapults stood on the grass.
Ji Ma reined in her horse; it was very quiet around, only the sound of the night wind rustling through the branches.
George said, “There are no strange cries.”
“Then I’m sure I’ve done something monumental,” Ji Ma replied, “Just that I can’t think of it for now; maybe I knocked out Mao Er Ge’s teeth?”
Mao Er Ge was a god that the green skins commonly believed in.
“Bragging is also a form of lying.”
Ji Ma yawned and said, “Let’s head back; I need to take a bath and get some sleep. You’re right; who knows what the green skins are thinking.”
As soon as she finished speaking, a high-pitched female voice suddenly rang out from one of the tents, especially loud in the quiet night.
But it quieted down in a moment.
George jumped off his horse, holding his giant sword, and asked, “Is anyone in there?”
Saying this, he lifted the tent flap, but there was no one inside.
The two goblins acting as guides huddled on the ground and said, “Prelude, prelude! The Screaming Girl is coming.”
Ji Ma asked, “What?”
At that moment, voices from the other tents in the camp, except for the one in front of George, sounded a high-pitched and panting female voice, as if someone was being forced to engage in intense exercise. It sounded very much like a scene of forced copulation.
George rushed to another tent, pulling open the flap, but it was empty as well. He turned around, angrily pointing his sword at the goblins and asked, “Were you harassing **women in the tent?”
“No, no!”
“How could a long-legged person be so strange?”
Ji Ma listened carefully and realized the high-pitched voice was half a wail and half a climax.
Half a wail, half a climax…?
Ji Ma’s expression changed as she suddenly thought of something.
