The priest took the new reinforcements and set off for the witch's residence. In fact, there was no need for a guide, just follow the path of death. The forest where the black-robed mage lived was located to the north of the village. The priest said that the plague invaded the village from this direction.

.Having seen dozens of new graves next to the church, everyone knows that what the pastor said is true. Once you go north, the originally sparse vitality in the village completely disappears, and even the vegetation is drier than in other places.

None of the houses he passed had lights on, and the patients' coughs could not be heard. The coffins placed in the hospital indicated the whereabouts of the owner. "We don't have many hands to dig graves," the pastor explained with deep uneasiness.

When they arrived at the entrance of the village, Boomer shouted: "Oops!" He left Leon and ran forward alone.

Everyone followed him for a while without knowing why. Two people lying on the roadside explained the pastor's panic.

Both of them were young and presumably warm-hearted. Even if they fell down, they would still hold on to the pitchfork. After feeling for his pulse, the priest squatted on the ground and covered his face. There were no wounds on the victim, and there were no blood or diseases nearby.

Quietly taking away new life.

"Something happened as soon as I walked away." Pastor Boomer fell into self-blame, and he turned to praying for the young man's soul.

Ignoring the painful priest and the dead young man for the time being, the forest a few hundred steps away looked increasingly sinister under the afterglow of the setting sun. Spiky vines were wrapped around the trees, and the thick vines contrasted with the twisted branches.

Cheng Qi, this time is the peak of the insect chirping. But here and now, there is only the sound of wind blowing across the treetops. People can hear "Woo...Woo...Woo".

"Bah!" The dwarf spit on the ground as usual to fight against the bad luck that was just around the corner. "That young man is right, there must be a witch inside."

"Yes." Leon turned around and looked at his friends one by one.

He can stride forward facing danger without blinking an eye, can the newcomers do it?

Tanis was comforting Deedlit, but the little princess was obviously frightened, and the fingers holding her lover's arm had turned white. Irene looked fine, but she kept rubbing her hands on the armor skirt that protected her thighs. The most calm thing is

Counting the nuns, Leon could guess that the dark elf came from a place similar to hell, and nothing could scare her.

What's more, she is protected by Mother Earth and has an advantage over anyone else.

I should wait until dawn. The path leading to the forest is blocked by thick darkness. If you stare at this black screen for too long, you will feel like you are in a trance. We'd better wait until tomorrow before going in, he thought again.

The thin baby and his mother broke into the brave man's brain. Yes, just when I hesitated, people here kept dying.

"Save my sister." It was Napoli's voice, and the powerlessness of failure came to him again.

If you can't help others, how can you be called a brave person?

"Let's move forward." Leon left Pastor Boomer behind, subconsciously not wanting to add more deaths to the poor village.

After a short prayer, the Virgin Mary statue hanging on Ella's chest glowed slightly, which seemed not enough compared to the physical darkness, but it was more reliable than the torch swaying in the wind. The nun took the lead, followed by Leon and Flynn.

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The partners followed each other's footsteps as closely as possible and entered the forest where the black-robed mage lived. In an unknown environment, safety can be maintained by keeping a small enough distance, at least that's what everyone thought.

The thick darkness suddenly disappeared, not to mention the woods, and it was hard to find a single branch. Lyon was in a brightly lit banquet hall, with knights and ladies holding wine glasses walking through it.

"mi dispiace" A lady accidentally bumped into Lyon and quickly apologized with a smile. She was wearing a strapless floor-length skirt, and when she left, she had to hold the hem of the skirt with one hand. She was so beautiful, look at her curvy waist

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Is this a dream? He pinched his thigh, it really hurt. The armor on his body was gone and turned into a pair of white tights that felt good.

"Hierevino, signore?" A servant came to me at some point and handed over a tray full of wine. Seeing that he was confused, the waiter repeated it in Imperial dialect. "Sir, do you need a glass of wine?"

Is this the language of the Apennine Kingdom? Leon stared at the servant, everything was too real. In view of the other party's reluctance, he was forced to get a glass of wine.

When have I been here? He took a cautious sip. The wine was really sweet, just like the taste of southerners. Leon remembered that more than ten years ago, he had the same emotion.

It was a banquet to celebrate Christina becoming a Paladin! He looked around for the shadow of the elves, which was easy. In the dream, Christina was also alone, wearing the backless skirt given by the Pope. He knew very well that he was trapped in something

In the illusion, the elves are likely to be the core of it. So Leon walked towards Christina, just like before.

He used a fake cough to attract the elf's attention. When the white knight turned around, the face was not the Christina he had longed for.

"Oh, I thought you had forgotten me." The blond hair faded quickly and turned back to brown. There were two more horns on the head, and a pair of leather wings stretched out the dress.

"Ashley..." His mood sank to the bottom.

"My dear, you don't know how long I have been looking for you." The succubus rushed over and hugged Leon tightly.

The banquet was still going on, and the demon that appeared out of thin air did not cause the slightest panic. Nonsense, this was just a damn nightmare, fake, all fake! Ashley's hug became more and more passionate, and Leon couldn't help but respond to her.

Flint is the eldest member of the team, and the angry red-haired ranger cannot compare with him. Flint has fought against numerous evil races. Although his daily life is a blacksmith rather than a warrior, the rock

The sparse population of Zizhi makes the idea of ​​civilians staying out of the war a luxury. Even women have to go to the battlefield, and their children have to help carry armor and weapons, and when necessary, have to be responsible for operating crossbows.

The experienced Flint swore by Model's beard that the evil before him was alive.

One second he was walking on a forest path where he couldn't see his fingers, with Lyon in front of him, and beyond him he could see the white light emitting from his black pointed ears. The next second, he appeared on a road, with the killing sun above his head,

Looking at the scenery on both sides, there are ordinary scenery. There is a wooden pole stuck in the grass at the intersection, and there are random road signs hanging on it. One of them reads "To the north of the capital, three hundred and twenty miles."

The dwarf grinned, damn wizard, fooling me with such a clumsy illusion-breaking magic. He continued walking with a playful attitude. The reality of the illusion created by magic depends on the victim himself. The dwarf believed that his natural granite head would

Gradually free yourself. Before that, you might as well see what tricks the wizard has prepared.

He accidentally stepped on a passerby's foot, and the other person immediately stared back, making the dwarf chuckle. Damn witchcraft was quite real. A confrontation in the woods on the roadside attracted his attention. Seven or eight men surrounded him.

He was looking at a girl, obviously with bad intentions.

Flint knew that this was the place where he and Christina first met. As long as he didn't intervene, the elf would fail, and the wizard's tricks would end there.

Christina's combat skills in the illusion were not bad either. She changed her position and drew her sword continuously, successfully repelling two attacks until a man came around behind her and knocked her down with the hilt of his sword.

Calmly, Flint forced himself to watch. This was all fake. The dwarf persisted until the men touched the elves, and then he couldn't stand it anymore.

"Hey! You bastards, do you dare to pick someone to pee standing up!?" From the stern yelling to the words used, everything is the same as back then. The dwarf held an ax and moved his short legs to save the fantasy.

Christina in.

A person who does not care about rewards and goes out of his way to save others is called a "strong man" or "a chivalrous man" in Eileen's hometown.

So he was just a hopeless bad guy. The ranger followed Leon into the woods resigned to his fate. The elf couldn't see through the darkness, which made her feel very bad. Maybe I should hold a torch, or leave Ella, no

, the black-skinned traitor is closer.

As soon as lighting was mentioned, firelight immediately appeared. There were torches all over the mountains and plains outside the city, and the Mongolian Tatars showed their presence in this way.

Tatar? A language that I haven’t used for a long time is forced into my brain, and the tearing feeling is not pleasant.

"Mrs. Zhao, are you okay?" Isn't this General Han who was guarding the west gate? He has been dead for a long time. He was hit by the Mongolian return artillery right in front of me.

General Han was alive and well at this moment, and the breastplate on his armor reflected the light of the fire, making it very bright.

"General Lao, I'm sorry. I'm fine. It's about the lives of all the elders in the city. It's better to pay more attention to the movements of the Tatars." She said exactly the same words as twenty years ago. She pointed to the city gate with her left hand uncontrollably.

Before I had time to think about it, the next words came out: "General, please take a look."

A Mongolian-dressed rider and a Han sergeant came from the enemy formation. They rode side by side to a stone's throw in front of the city gate. The Mongolian shouted first, but no one could understand what he said. The Han sergeant next to him was the translator.

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"Our General Chitor said, hand over all the people named Zhao in the city, and the whole city will be spared! Otherwise, if the army moves, the sword will not be sealed for three days!" The Han must be very proud, you can tell by his high-spirited tone.

"The traitor who betrayed his ancestors!" General Han was so angry that his eyes almost bulged out. He believed that his position was beyond the range of the bow and arrow, and the crossbow could not be exposed. Seeing the angry expressions on the faces of the soldiers in the city, the ranger knew it.

Morale should be boosted but not depleted. Irene raised her bow to aim. The distance was indeed far away, so she raised it slightly.

If the string is loosened, people will fall!

The soldiers on the wall were in jubilation, and the traitor left his master who had been hit by an arrow and fled quickly.

"Madam, you are so clever! You are truly a hero among women." General Han clasped his fists in his hands and raised them to his chest solemnly.

"General, that's a compliment." Eileen, or the high elf whose real name is Zhao Yingxuan (taking her husband's surname), bowed slightly to show humility, like most women from the Central Plains.

Memories came to mind, and Irene remembered that it was the next day that General Han was shot and killed.

The elf raised her hand to respond to the soldiers who cheered her. She also knew that these loyal and brave soldiers lived and died with the city wall, and no one survived.

How should I escape this illusion? The familiar accent made Irene burst into tears on the spot. Do I have to watch the death of a loved one again?

Ella walked the entire distance unscathed. She felt the vines slipping by her feet in the darkness, heard the weird laughter behind the trees, and even the wind blowing through the leaves looked murderous. Everything on this path was...

alive.

However, I have the protection of Mother Earth, and they cannot hurt me.

The dark elf was so proud that she was enveloped in the holy light and thus blinded, not even noticing that her companions were not following her.

At the end of the road, there is a twisted and deformed house, with the lower part still retaining its original appearance. Above the second floor, it has merged with a tree. The windows and balconies have been squeezed flat, making it look like crying, but also like a tree.

laugh.
Chapter completed!