You were made to farm, and now you're the emperor of an empire?

Chapter 244 Witch
"Is there anyone else behind us?" Monica asked. The sun was setting, casting a dim, yellowish light. Ahead lay a stretch of woods. "Maybe we should take a break."

"There's no one here now, but there will be soon," said Edith the witch.

"Damn it! A bunch of money-grubbing bastards!" another witch cursed. "I don't want to run anymore, I can't run anymore, I need to rest..."

After she finished speaking, she sat down on the rock.

“Gwen, Shasta told us not to stop,” the young witch said.

"Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop!" Gwen grumbled. "Rosa, ever since you escaped from the Holy City last year, you've been saying that word non-stop. I'm sick of hearing it. Can't you come up with something new?"

Rosa thought for a moment, "Let's go quickly."

“I’m not leaving!” Gwen said immediately.

The other witches didn't say much either, focusing on recovering their strength.

The little witch looked troubled. She could still travel, but her companions didn't think so. Some of them were witches in their fifties, while others were teenagers.

Monica said, "I'm hungry, and the other sisters are hungry too. Margaret, go and get us something to eat."

The witch, covered in blood, with disheveled hair and reeking of blood, stepped forward without saying a word.

Rosa was shocked and said fearfully, "Margaret, you should rest a while, I'll go instead."

The older Gwen grabbed her arm and chuckled, “Little Rosa, Margaret isn’t tired at all, why are you worried about her?”

“I’m not worried about her…” Rosa explained.

“Don’t worry about it.” Gwen interrupted her. “Come and be my pillow, oh dear, my old bones can’t take it anymore.”

Without a word, she rested her head on Rosa's lap, completely relaxing and letting out a comfortable moan.

"Ah, the firmness and elasticity of her flesh, it would be such a wonderful thing to sleep with my head on Rosa's legs."

"That's not a good idea," Rosa said, still somewhat worried.

"What's wrong with that? Just take care of yourself and don't worry about others, little Rosa," Gwen said lazily.

Rosa wasn't as carefree as her. "Sigh, I wonder how the Prophet and Lady Mona are doing."

Edith said weakly, "Now that you mention this, I want to go to Cangyue."

"Go where?! We're bait, the bait! Understand?! Without us drawing their fire, they'd all go to the Azure Moon Land, and we'd be wiped out in one fell swoop!" Gwen yelled.
"Compared to Gale, Ulster is practically a human being. If we all get together, and Sinnoh and the Holy See launch a full-scale attack on Azure Moon, and that son of a bitch Payne doesn't stop them, then none of us will be able to escape."

"We're about to be wiped out in one fell swoop!" Monica said unhappily.

"We only have about ten people left, half of whom are wounded, and we still have to carry this guy on our backs as we travel!"

Monica nudged the witch behind her with her elbow.

The witch, with a chain of animal teeth around her neck and a wolf's head hood covering her head, was in a deathly deep sleep, and did not wake up even after being elbowed twice.

“I told you long ago, we shouldn’t have gone to Triangle Island in Lixia. I knew that bastard Jolary was unreliable. He was even Calanther’s lover, and he didn’t show the slightest bit of mercy when the guards shot Calanther with crossbows! He even brought Amber with him beforehand, and we almost got fooled by him. Luckily, we were smart and didn’t all go in, or we would all be dead.”

"It's all thanks to me!" Edith said, lying on the ground and immediately raising her leg to claim credit. She was filthy, and her tattered clothes made her unrecognizable.

"Yes! Give Edith credit!" the other witches cheered.

“We had no choice but to go! Now it’s certain, the last stronghold of the Witchwood is gone. From the sea to the land, from the land to the archipelago, and from the archipelago to here, all those nobles and merchants who fawned over us before have turned out to be nothing but opportunists!” Gwen cursed.

"Heartless bastards! Not a single one of them can be trusted!"

The young witch Rosa felt a pang of sadness, and her nose began to sting. As if by prior arrangement, the other young witches all began to sob softly.

"What are you crying for! We're not all dead yet!" Gwen yelled at them.

"What's wrong with you now, you crazy woman! Shouting all day long!" The witch wearing a wolf head hood got up from the ground.

"Hey! Xia Lulu, you're awake? Shasta will be back soon?"

"Ouch! Why does my whole body hurt?" The Warcraft witch, wearing a wolf-head skin mask, sounded uncomfortable in her voice.

“When you’re on the run, bumps and stumbles are inevitable,” Monica shrugged.

"That's for the best!" said the Warlock, turning to say, "Gwen, you crazy woman, are you bullying our little sister again?" "I'm not," Gwen denied.

"I'm saying, can't we be more tolerant of our sisters? If Shasta sees this, you'll be in big trouble," Xia Lulu said helplessly.

……

Not long after.

The cry of an eagle echoed from the sky.

Shasta jumped down from mid-air, while the giant eagle landed next to the wolf-headed witch, letting her preen its feathers.

The soul of a Warcraft witch can reside within a Warcraft, nurtured from childhood, and with whom she has a close relationship.

"I can see bounty hunters and mercenary groups in the sky; they're approaching this way," Shasta urged succinctly.

"You've seen them, and they've seen you. It's time to go! Those relentless hyenas deserve to die!" the witches lamented.

Monica asked, "How is Valya?"

Shasta said, "I sent her back to the northern lands. She can't be delayed any longer. We can only keep her alive. Only her people can bring her back to health—maybe."

"What about the sword and shield?"

"He stayed by her side."

"You're so generous."

"So, can you use it?" Shasta asked coldly.

"Fine, you're in charge. You have the right to decide. After all, you're Lord Thunder's prized student."

Having gotten a brief respite, the witches had no choice but to set sail again.

Gwen said, "Hey, Shasta, I feel like our end is near."

"The road ahead is still long," she said.

"Where is it?"

"Or let's go to my hometown," said the Warcraft witch.

“That’s impossible. I’d rather join the pirates. Aren’t all my sisters going there?” a witch replied.

Shasta: "..."

Gwen chuckled, "Shasta, let me ask you a question: have you ever tasted a man's flavor?"

The witches all pricked up their ears without prior arrangement.

“…Why are you asking this?”

"It's nothing. You're so handsome, it's a shame you'd die a virgin. Do you want me to help you?" The mad old witch rambled on. "It's fine if you don't want my help. There are wild men everywhere. How about I grab one for you to have some fun?"

Shasta said coldly, "If you dare say another word, you crazy woman, I'll cut your tongue out!"

“You haven’t learned much of Lord Thunder’s magic, but you’ve certainly mastered her style—always so tense. That makes the whole thing so boring.” Gwen said, utterly bored.

"What fun is there in this situation!"

"That's why we need to have fun, otherwise we're doomed."

Shasta scoffed at this. She took a few steps forward, then suddenly realized something was wrong and turned sharply to look at the witches: "Where is Margaret?"

Monica replied, "I've gone to get us something to eat."

"You let her go... Damn it! I'll settle this score with you later!"

She asked for directions and hurried away. The witches looked at each other in bewilderment, while Monica and Gwen shrugged indifferently.

(End of this chapter)