Cong Xi Yi Ren Kai Shi Mang Chuan Zhong Gu

A forest area north of Middenheim has turned into a dead place, perhaps a remnant of the previous chaos, or perhaps a sleeping monster at work.

Visions glimpsed in confusion spread among mutants and horned beasts, and all the groups that tried to rush into the phantom-like village never came back.

The first section of the road is another lively gathering place. Caravans from all over the world are closely packed together on the road. It is said that this is because there are several villages nearby, which has caused the inns on the road to evolve into a small business section. district.

Lynch could see traces of its transformation. It was obvious that it was originally just a lonely tavern. Later, the tavern was expanded with high walls, and several guard towers and supply stores were built outside the high walls.

History has left traces here, and a small Moorish garden was even built, and Ulric's shrine stands opposite the cemetery.

The architectural planning here is haphazard, probably because it was all built by the locals themselves.

Perhaps a new town will be born in a few years. So far, this place can only be regarded as a commercial street.

It was already afternoon, and it was unlikely that the hotel would still exist any further. With the strong will of the mortals, Lynch allowed them to take a short vacation.

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After occupying a seat in the hotel, Eugen started another consumption. In order to prevent some people from escaping, he roped in the dwarf and the new unlucky guy.

The doctor named Karis had obviously been to this shopping street. The oracle, who hadn't had a good meal for a long time, first sold some of his own beer. Although he didn't make much, it still made him happy today. Start.

He took his two "entourages" to taste the grilled fish from Nordland, and then savored the pastries from Altdorf and the cheese from Iverland.

When the local smoked venison was ordered by the arrogant soothsayer, only the dwarves still had stomachs to eat.

After eating and drinking, the group returned to the tavern.

The travelers in the tavern were telling strange stories, and no one knew whether they were true or false.

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"Just like that, I couldn't stop being curious after peeing, and quietly walked a certain distance towards the light source. Kanter, who was traveling with me, was not so lucky. This idiot ran directly over. By the time I arrived, he had already Went to that village.”

"Then he must be dead. Normal people know that they shouldn't run around at this time, hiccup~"

"Isn't that true? He never came out again. With Moore on top, I hid behind the tree and trembled in fear. I waited for a long time until I was sure that the idiot would not come back. During this period, I realized that it was a dead village. There are no living people.”

"Hey! Could it be that you, a bad guy, murdered your companions and then passed the responsibility on to some random story?"

"The gods can prove my innocence!"

"Maybe what he said is true. A village with uncertain whereabouts often appears in Midden Territory. Sometimes it is in the north, sometimes in the south, and sometimes it appears in the big forest."

"You mean that village? It killed a lot of people. A few days ago, my fellow villagers were hunting in the woods. Who knew it suddenly appeared? Even if you knew you couldn't get close to it, you couldn't avoid the fate of being punished by God. "

“I don’t know why, but it appears more and more frequently recently.”

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Eugen knew that drunkards could not tell the truth, but sometimes the lies of drunkards were more trustworthy than the conclusive words of imperial scholars. Those scholars who recorded the truth seemed to be drunken drunkards, and Eugen no longer wanted to argue with them. Whether a person exists or not.

You can never be sure if the rumors circulating among people are halfling hoaxes or if they are true.

"One hundred and thirty-first attempt, failed."

"We still can't open the entrance to the paradise. The Holy Son will die soon. We must find a way as soon as possible."

"We lost too much in the jihad more than ten years ago. The responsibility for this mission belongs entirely to you."

"The Son will not punish just one group."

"Who is he? At worst, we withdraw from the membership. Anyway, the "Emerald Scepter" has long been reduced to its shell. All the credit and responsibility are given to you. We have no obligation to play with you."

"I hope your balls are as big as a sheep's penis. Not many people have the right to talk like that anymore."

"Haha~ Who can still contact the inner circle of the Emerald Staff? Our group can't anyway."

"The Son knows everything and is present everywhere. Watch your eyes, maybe they will be gone tomorrow."

"Ha, that's the best. I've long wanted to try the pleasure of letting others dig out my eyes."

The weird black crow flaps its black wings, which is particularly dazzling in the sun, but the pedestrians on the ground abnormally turn a blind eye to it.

The black crow pounced somewhere purposefully and turned into a human form after landing.

The golden mask blocked his face, and the black scholar's robe covered his figure. The only thing that could be seen from the outside was the abnormal bend of his body.

Like an eerie silhouette, the human body swayed in the sun, lighter than the wind and as pale as the shadow.

He walked on the ground, covering a thousand meters in just a few steps, and did not stop until he reached a sparsely populated village.

Behind the pine trees beside the trail, a woman wearing a silver mask arrived as promised.

"I'm not sure whether it's wise to make a deal with you." The woman looked at the scholar in black ambiguously, but she couldn't see through his true appearance behind the mask.

The neutral voice seemed to be giving alms, saying in a condescending manner:

"Being my enemy is never a wise choice."

Like a street girl trying to resist a greeting, the woman's breathing suddenly became rapid, her face became abnormally flushed, the corners of her fresh lips opened and closed slightly, and her shark-like teeth were not quite exposed in that delicate door, in the sunlight. A ferocious cold light reflected below.

You can imagine how it eats so much raw meat, and you can also imagine the pain that those stupid idiots feel after being obsessed with it.

She took a step back weakly, looking up at the eerie silhouette that was getting longer and longer:

"I only have one condition."

"You are not qualified to put forward conditions. All you can choose is the life that I will give you, or death." Maybe mortals will be bewitched by a woman's appearance, but mortals will never be able to control the hand of Wu Zi. " Law Lords”.

These contemptuous words and deeds did not make the woman angry. On the contrary, the part of the skin that was not blocked by the mask became redder and more tender.

"I thought you wouldn't tell lies." The woman covered her mouth and chuckled.

"Lady Inika cannot guarantee the survival of the Emerald Staff. You can treat my words as a joke until death awakens your ignorant stubborn resistance." There are more than one meticulous works of the Uzurine Hands. They have long known that Inika The Dame is a central character in The Emerald Staff.