Several people climbed over the half-height wall and came to the window next to the door. Samant took out a special volatile coma potion, and he, Jorah, and Flag drank the resistance potion. Then he threw it directly through the gap in the window.
You can see that the villagers in simple clothes are holding hands and praying around an altar. There is a little lamb on it, and the dark red blood is stuck to the ground.
The villagers who closed their eyes quickly opened their eyes when they heard the shattering sound, and a fierce white mist quickly enveloped them. Jorah quickly rushed in and blocked the door behind to prevent anyone with strong resistance from escaping from here.
In the white mist, the bright meat cleaver struck directly at Jorah who was holding the door handle. Jorah had already pulled the door bolt and kicked the black shadow in the white mist onto the altar. Fortunately, he was prepared in advance.
These people are already delirious.
The villagers who reacted rushed out of the white mist with tree-cutting axes and greeted Qiao La directly at the door. Flagg and Salmont who went out from another place also knocked out several people who wanted to escape.
A group of tied little figures was also thrown out. Jorah, who cursed a few times, quickly caught it. These people are really crazy. They can even abandon their own children. He picked up the stick next to him and held it directly in front of him.
The man who was shaking a little with the ax was knocked unconscious, and the agitated woman was also knocked unconscious to the ground. It seemed that everything was under control.
After the white mist dissipated, a few people after the melee could clearly see what was going on inside the house. There were more than a dozen villagers lying around outside the altar, including men, women and children, and several children were tied up against the altar.
Flagg quickly erased the solidified red and black symbols on the altar, threw the still warm lamb outside, then picked up the firewood and wheat straw next to it and burned it. These might be the coming of evil spirits.
The media can only be dealt with in this way now.
"Is this useful?" Salmont tied up the people on the ground and looked at the busy Flagg.
"It's better to seek comfort than to do nothing."
"Are these people crazy? Are they even planning to sacrifice their own children?"
Jorah did not untie the children, but just let them lie down to make them more comfortable. He was not sure whether some creatures had descended into them, so he could only take them back to the church for inspection.
"What are we going to do with these people now?" Samant asked the temporary captain Jorah. Should we take them all to the nearest church for processing? Or take them back directly.
The melodious sound of the flute came from all directions and interrupted him, just like a shepherd on the grassland missing the people and things in his hometown, gentle and sad; and like a young girl waiting for the expectation and excitement of her sweetheart, following the rhythm,
The man's arrival became louder and louder.
Everyone in the room stood up, filled with laughter and laughter, and hugged each other like relatives and friends they had not seen for a long time. If they were not tied up, they would hug each other and dance.
Salmont felt a splitting headache, and his deafness was filled with the vibration of the machine. It was like being in a closed lathe room, and he was holding his head in pain. The heartbeat sounded around him, and as the rhythm of the flute continued to accelerate, the bright red blood sprayed next to him.
Directly pour it all over his upper body.
Seeing the upper body of the villagers standing up and laughing happily exploded, Jorah, who was shaking a little, woke up instantly. The pain that Samont encountered also appeared on him, cracks appeared on his body, and blood seeped out from inside. Flagg seemed to be watching
Like my old friend, I tried to untie the ropes for the villagers, but the same skin cracks appeared.
Invisible ripples spread out, and a quiet and peaceful darkness enveloped the house, cutting off the melodious sound of the flute. The surviving villagers fell down again. Flagg and Jorah, who were about to lose control, also felt a sense of comfort, and their spirits calmed down and they fell.
On the ground.
Salmont, who was holding his head, let go of his hands and looked around. He quickly drank the prepared potion, and a burst of red light appeared on his body, quickly calming him down. The warm blood dripped from his hair.
Hermione on the roof outside used the charm given to her by Grantster. There was a somewhat melancholy woman sitting in the skylight of the roof in front. She was holding a primary-color reed flute and looking at Hermione with a smile. Her long brown-gold hair
Her hair was blowing in the wind, and she was wearing a gray linen dress. She looked like a mountain girl who was inexperienced in the world.
‘It’s actually so polluted?’
In the spiritual vision state, you can see that the woman is a white rolling ball of light mixed with some black. The threads scattered around are connected to unknown places. Extraordinary people without divinity will probably die immediately if they see it.
"No matter who you are, just go in and stay here for me."
Hermione took out a mirror with her right hand and turned it over, hoping to reflect the woman sitting in front of her. With her left hand, she took out a golden charm and read "sun" in Hermetic language. The pure, blazing light of morning illuminated the area.
place.
A somewhat dark shadow broke away from the bottom of the house, constantly fading and struggling under the light of the morning sun. The place it crossed became gray and dilapidated, as if it had been abandoned for a long time. The decay and devouring made He
Min is very familiar with it.
The woman sitting on the skylight still looked at Hermione with her melancholy smile, her brown eyes were a little downcast, and she seemed a little aggrieved.
The pure morning light was blocked in front of her, and the dark shadow found an opportunity to penetrate into the shadow formed under her body.
"See you next time, I hope you like it." Some shy farewell whispers sounded, as if to Hermione, and then she disappeared here, and the light of morning filled her original position.
'Since you like to see me so much, you can come into my mirror so that we can meet every day.' Hermione put away the mirror with regret. She left too quickly and didn't have much contact with herself at all.
Pope Derrick's purification is really useful, but it's a pity that this one is the only one, and I don't know how to use it next time.
The light of morning dissipated, and looking at the village that had not changed much, Hermione stood on the roof and checked it carefully again. After finding nothing, she left directly. Fortunately, she took a look, otherwise the people below would have become sacrifices.
Tasted.
Can it also be said that she was waiting for me here on purpose? This woman obviously had many opportunities to do something, just the melodious flute sound she made was enough. But she just waited until she arrived. The sound of playing was very nice,
These had no impact on Hermione, so she naturally enjoyed them.
"Fortunately, I was prepared. Did Colombet not catch the dark shadow? Or are they not the same group?" Hermione, who had doubts, planned to find Palina Hill to ask about the organization.
Things can be found through divination if there is a key medium.
