When Galen got closer, a look of disbelief appeared on the face of Demacia's vanguard general, the First Shield Sword Captain.
It is clear that the land underfoot has been corrupted by demons and has become a restricted area for life. There are countless skeletons buried under the bloody wheat fields, but there are still many villagers living in the village as if nothing has happened.
There were women fetching water, boys and girls playing, and men walking out of the woods carrying bundles of firewood and greeting the farmers in the fields.
From a distance, the village is filled with smoke, chickens are crowing, and dogs are barking. It looks peaceful and stable. It is a beautiful scene with universal significance in Demacia.
But is this really the case?
Galen raised his head and looked at the strange sky and dark red sun above his head that looked like it was dyed red by blood. Then he turned back and glanced at the endless bloody wheat fields behind him.
It's just that a normal person wouldn't think that everything in front of him is normal. So what is going on with the villagers of Forsbarrow?
In other words, are the ‘villagers’ in the village really villagers?
"Ga! Ga! Ga!"
While Galen was thinking, a black crow landed on the scarecrow's head on the roadside at the entrance of the village, tilted its head and looked at Galen, and made several noisy calls.
A farmer saw Galen hesitating on the road at the entrance of the village. He quickly put down the sickle in his hand and hurried forward to meet him. He glanced at the family emblem brooch on Galen's chest. The farmer bent over, looking humble and submissive.
"Master of the Crownguard family, I haven't seen a big man like you in Forsbarrow for a long time. I wonder why you came to our village? If there is anything I can do to help you, just ask."
The middle-aged farmer looked at Galen carefully, with admiration and a hint of a small person trying to please the nobles of the kingdom.
Galen looked at the farmer back and forth with a serious expression, but found nothing unusual. However, the farmer was so frightened that he quickly bent down and begged for mercy.
"Sir, sir, I have never seen a big shot like you. If there is anything offensive, please point it out and I will definitely correct it..."
As he spoke, the farmer wanted to kneel down.
"Get up, you haven't offended me, and you don't need to call me lord. Just call me Galen."
Because he couldn't see any flaws, Galen helped the farmer up who was about to kneel on the ground and asked with a gentle face.
"I wonder what your name is?"
The farmer stood up, but his neck was still hanging down.
"Master Galen, my name is Fred, and I have been a law-abiding farmer for generations."
Galen nodded. Seeing that Fred did not recognize his specific identity, he did not introduce himself. Instead, he pointed at the abnormal sky and pointed at the bloody wheat field.
"Fred, why is the sky in the village red, and what's going on with the wheat fields outside?"
There was obvious hesitation on the farmer's dark wrinkled face. He glanced around, as if he was considering whether to speak.
Galen asked quickly in a low voice.
"What, is it inconvenient to tell? Or is there something else hidden? Fred, if you are willing to cooperate with my actions, I will definitely give you a sufficient reward afterwards."
"Sir, it's not a matter of reward or non-reward. Everyone who has survived knows that you must not talk nonsense in Forsbarrow. Villagers who talk nonsense or do not follow the rules can easily be taken away by it."
"It? Who is it?"
Without saying anything more, the panic on the farmer's face became even more intense. He looked at the scarecrow at the entrance of the village with wandering eyes and shook his head repeatedly.
"Master, don't ask. If you are willing to come to my house to have some hot food or spend the night, that's fine. It's just that your question is too serious.
In Forsbarrow, there are some things that you have to experience firsthand to understand the stakes, and you can't explain them just by talking about them."
Without forcing an answer from Farmer Fred, Galen accepted the answer.
"Then I'll trouble you."
The farmer nodded, looked slightly relaxed, and added one more sentence.
"After the changes occurred in the village, the surviving villagers jointly formulated three ironclad village rules.
Master Galen, you must remember it carefully and abide by it at all times."
After Galen nodded seriously, the farmer continued.
"The first rule is, never approach the village chief's house. Any villager who dares to approach the village chief's house will be killed by the already crazy village chief. In Forsbarrow, no one is the village chief's opponent.
Article 2 stipulates that if you see someone or something that goes against common sense, do not scream loudly or show abnormal expressions. You must remain blind and return to your home as if nothing happened. Never interfere or ask questions."
Galen nodded.
"What about Rule 3?"
"Article 3 stipulates that you must go home before dark and put out the lights, and you must not make any noise.
If someone knocks on the door, don't open the door, and you'll be fine if you go to bed as soon as possible."
The farmer's expression was very serious.
"As long as you follow these rules, you won't attract it. Although you can't leave the village, the land can still grow food, and there is no shortage of well water.
In this terrible environment, the crops actually grow faster, and there is no problem in eating them."
Keeping these three points in mind, Galen followed Fred to the house where he would stay for the night.
The house provided by Fred is considered to be the most common residential house in Forsbarrow. It does not have many fancy furniture, and the wooden doors and wooden windows do not block anything very much.
At least in Galen's opinion, one kick was enough to break the locked door.
"Master Galen, I'm going to get some well water next. Do you want to come with me?"
Galen, who wanted to observe the abnormality in the village, naturally had no reason to refuse, so he and farmer Fred each carried a wooden bucket and walked towards the well in the center of the village.
When he arrived at the well, Galen realized that it was not just Fred who came to fetch water. There were more than a dozen people lining up at the well, and he and Fred were naturally at the end of the queue.
"Hahaha, Leo, don't run away! Let me catch you!"
"If you want to catch me, there's no way!"
Two boys came running here chasing each other. The boy's laughter made Galen feel a little popular. He wanted to ask Fred about the children, but he hesitated when he spoke.
"Hey! I got you!"
The boy behind suddenly accelerated and grabbed the escaping boy.
There was just a stabbing sound, and the captured boy's right arm became bloody and bloody. The outer skin of his right arm was torn to pieces like a piece of clothing that could be taken off, and blood flowed all over the floor.
"Ah, you scratched me! Watch the trick!"
The injured boy stretched out two fingers with his backhand, accurately grabbed the eyeball of the boy behind him, and pulled hard.
Along with a string of optic nerves, the boy's eyeballs fell out of their sockets and drooped in front of his cheeks, still turning to look ahead.
The two boys continued to fight near the well as if they didn't understand the importance of the situation. The place where they were was soon became a mess.
At the same time, the water collectors at the well dispersed quickly. Galen, who was ashen-faced, also noticed the instructions in the farmer's eyes. He followed the crowd and followed the farmer in the direction of the farmer's house.
Unexpectedly, the boy named Leo, who was almost out of shape in the play and slapstick, suddenly dropped his companion who had fallen to the ground and ran quickly towards Galen.
"I see that you don't look well. Do you need my help?"
Galen stared at the monster in front of him that could hardly be called a 'human', then glanced at the farmer Fred who had run away by himself, and shook his head without changing his expression.
"I'm fine, you can continue playing with your friends."
The boy was unwilling to give up.
"He is very tired, but I haven't had enough fun yet. How about we two play together?"
I'll chase you and see who can run faster!"
After that, the boy walked towards Galen, his limping legs were too slow, but they still had unparalleled pressure.
Watching the boy's hideous and terrifying face slowly approaching, in the peripheral vision, he could still clearly see another child lying on the ground in a bloody state.
Suddenly, Galen's scalp suddenly exploded,
Judging from the situation where the two teenagers were chasing and fighting just now, even the experienced man might not be able to withstand a few scratches and would have to be turned into a flesh and blood skeleton by the boy in front of him.
He has never been afraid of death, but if he lost his life in such a strange way, it would be too cowardly.
Therefore, I still have to hide a little and escape as soon as possible.
etc,
escape?
If you run away, wouldn't it prove that you are afraid?
Obviously he had promised Tarik that he would not become a seedbed for demons, so why did he have the idea of escape?
Galen looked startled, then gradually came to his senses.
If he were to judge by Farmer Fred's 'village rules' at this moment, he should run away immediately, get rid of the strange boy in front of him, and return to the farmer's house for refuge.
But he never forgot the instructions of his old friend Tariq,
In the realm of demons, courage is far more powerful than swords,
He did not have any fear before, but if he chooses to run away in front of this strange boy, it means that he is afraid of the consequences of violating village rules.
Once the seeds of fear are planted, they will soon take root and sprout in such a strange environment.
This time he was just a weird boy who couldn't run fast. So next time, if he meets an adult man with intact legs, will he choose to run away even more?
Even if he felt safe, the farmer Fred who told him the rules suddenly turned into the weird person he said, what would he think?
Over and over again, I choose to give in and escape,
By then, will he still have the courageous heart he has now to move forward?
While Galen was hesitating, the strange boy had already approached less than three meters away.
His eyes became firm again. Between the farmer and his old friend, Galen chose to trust his old friend.
What's more, the word escape has never appeared in the life dictionary of Captain Sword of the Pioneer Regiment.
I no longer worry that I will be stripped of my flesh and blood like the boy who fell to the ground,
No more hesitation, only indomitable righteousness and fighting spirit,
If this is a trap set by the devil, he will face it head-on without flinching!
Galen kicked the boy hard as he would an enemy. At the same time, the boy's hand was on Galen's calf.
The boy's flesh and blood were not torn off, but Galen's kick directly broke the boy's spine. The boy crooked and fell to the ground without making a sound.
If he were to wear Demacian steel plate armor boots, this kick that had been integrated into his fighting instinct would be enough to kick a strong adult man from the Northland barbarians to death on the spot.
Galen breathed a sigh of relief. Judging from the results, it was obvious that he was right.
But for this 'harmonious' village, what he did was not so correct.
"Master Galen, why did you kill an innocent child? He was just a child!"
Farmer Fred looked at Galen with a fearful expression, and there were more frightened villagers behind him.
"Damn! He will bring misfortune to us!"
"My child, my child, wake up! If you dare, you will kill our whole family! You are a cold-blooded executioner!"
"You are not worthy of being the Sword Captain! The name of the Crown Guard will be brought to shame because of you!"
While reprimanding Galen for his crimes, more and more villagers came from all directions, seemingly trying to surround Galen.
Recalling the farmer's three survival rules, Galen ran towards the north of the village without hesitation.
Not because of fear, but because the village chief's home that Fred mentioned is in the north.
As if touching some sensitive nerve, the unpleasant crow noise of crows was heard in the sky. The momentum and speed of the villagers suddenly increased a lot, and they chased behind Galen in an extremely oppressive manner.
"Stop him! He will be killed by the village chief!"
"Master Galen! Have you forgotten the three rules I mentioned?"
However, the alienated villagers obviously did not have the physical strength and explosive power of the sword captain of the Pioneer Regiment. For Galen, who often wore plate armor and carried a heavy sword on his back when running, there seemed to be no difference between wearing only a cotton plainclothes and flying on land.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The violent villagers behind him were quickly left behind, while the villagers in front of them were thrown upside down as if they were hit by a semi-trailer.
Even though he was completely unarmed, Garen still displayed the peerless bravery of the Demacian Vanguard General and the First Shield Sword Captain.
Soon Galen arrived outside the courtyard of the village chief's residence. The man stepped through the gloomy courtyard door.
It was as if I had been swimming without goggles for a long time and suddenly popped my head out of the sea, and everything in front of me suddenly became clear.
A scarecrow with a shark's mouth, which is extremely evil and does not look like a good thing at first sight, is standing in the pile of bones with his arms raised, holding a dark red metal chandelier.
Opposite the scarecrow is a strong man with flowing hair, a sexy and romantic temperament, and a giant artifact in his hand. Who is it if he is not Tariq?
"Galen, I knew you could do it."
Smiling at Tariq, Galen looked seriously at the strange scarecrow confronting Tariq.
Seemingly noticing Galen's gaze, the scarecrow turned his head slightly and looked at Galen with a pair of frightening scarlet eyes.
"So, this is the demon that poisons all living beings and harms Forsbarrow?"
"Yes, it is indeed it."
"Can it be sealed? So that it can no longer harm the world."
Tariq shook his head and sighed helplessly.
"Because it is incomplete, even I cannot completely seal it."
Galen frowned.
“What does incomplete mean?”
"Incomplete means that this demon lost his scythe and someone else took away the key."
Galen was stunned. Why did he suddenly feel that this demon was doing quite badly?
