Prosperity, the people suffer, death, the people suffer. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

No matter what era it is, the serious consequences of war are borne by the people, and the war between humans is still the same, not to mention the war with the demon world that blocks the right to live.

During the Demon War, almost all the strong men were concentrated in the Iron Soldier City, concentrated on the cursed land, and fought for the survival of mankind, which was a noble enough mission to attract countless heroes to shed their blood here, but there will always be a few black sheep......

Because the vast majority of combat power is concentrated on the front line, the bandits and bandits on the mainland also seize the opportunity, and those bandits who really dominate the side also look down on those bandits who take advantage of the fire to rob, but these bandits are often more ferocious and careless than the organized bandits.

Five years ago, because the brave Josephine defeated the Demon King, the Demon King's army began to retreat, and those thieves who robbed homes and houses took advantage of this last opportunity to indulge in madness.

A small village that is not at all inconspicuous, even during the Demon War, does not seem to have much to do with here, and the people live a life of sunrise and daily income, but on this night, everything changes......

Burning ruins, screams, and splatters of blood, the village was destroyed in an instant, and the rogues, led by a scar man, passed by and looted the innocent village.

In fact, what treasure can this village have? This is just to satisfy their perverted bloodthirsty hearts, so this time the goal is simple, that is, the simplest "kill"!

The villagers had little power to fight back in the face of these heavily armed and blood-licking goulders, and even if they picked up some weapons to defend themselves, how could they be the opponents of such executioners who were already accustomed to killing.

However, the people were doing it, the sky was watching, and they deserved to be unlucky, and when the village was almost burned down, the two of them happened to pass by.

This is a well-dressed son, riding on a horse with an indescribable majesty, and behind him is a middle-aged man in a black robe, his fingers unconsciously rhythmic, looking at the human purgatory in front of him, but there is no expression on the faces of these two people, it seems that they have long been commonplace.

But the scar man standing in the empty village was timid, and subconsciously told himself that this guy was not something he could provoke, even if his subordinates who didn't know whether to live or die went to provoke, the scar man only had the intention of retreating in his heart, as if an ant was facing a human, an inaccessible distance......

The young man asked lightly, "Is there still a living mouth?"

The middle-aged man behind him nodded: "There is also a girl." ”

No one saw the two of them in action, and the horses were already empty, and the figures of the two appeared on a path in the village.

A couple lay on their backs, both of them with a fatal stab wound on their bodies, and the blood could no longer flow, and in front of them, a girl sat on her knees, the fire shining on the side of her face, and there were no tears on her face, some were just numb.

Just a few hours ago, as usual, her parents imprinted a goodnight kiss on her face, and she lay on the bed with peace of mind and slowly fell into her dream, but now, she knelt here, slowly feeling the last bit of temperature on her parents' body gradually cold, which is perhaps the cruelest fate for a teenage girl......

"It's too weak...... the middle-aged man spoke first, "she can't bear the 'witch seed'." ”

As if he hadn't heard, the young man half-knelt down and spoke slowly, his voice had an indescribable magnetism, pulling the girl back in a trance: "Do you need help?"

The girl slowly raised her head, this was the first time she had seen this young man, but she had an inexplicable sense of closeness: "Please...... Kill them...... Kill them......"

A helpless smile appeared on the young man's face: "If I kill them, will you be willing?"

The girl looked up, a puzzled expression on her face.

The young man took the girl's hand: "Let me tell you, if you want to survive in this world, don't trust anyone! Don't ask anyone! What you need is not help, but ...... Strength!"

The young man let go of the girl's hand, turned around, and left with the middle-aged man.

"Power...... Is there only power that I can rely on and believe?"

The girl, whose mind was almost completely destroyed, planted a seed in her heart, raised her hand, and the girl stared blankly at the mysterious rune that emitted a faint light on the back of her hand...... What is it?

But the rogues around him let out a terrifying cry of disbelief: "Yes... It's the "Witch of the Seven"!"

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Ten minutes later, outside the village, the girl stared blankly at the burned village, where no one survived, not a single villager...... Or these rogues!

With a wave of the girl's hand, a head gurgled out, it was the head of the leader of the rogues, Scarman, and in his pupils, there was still the extreme fear that preceded death.

Why do people die? There's no reason, the villagers are kind and helpful, they don't deserve to die, do they?

"They're going to die because they're too weak!"

Behind the girl, the young man appeared again, and there was no trace of pity or touch in his eyes, he had seen too many such scenes.

"Now you have the strength," the young man began, "you are free, and you are strong enough to survive in this troubled world." ”

"Free?" the girl murmured, "Am I free?"

The girl's eyes were full of confusion, who the hell, after all, was just a teenage girl, lost all her relatives, and lost the direction of progress, what should she do? Where should she go? There is no clue at all.

The young man jumped off his horse and stood in front of the girl: "I am asking you from an equal point of view, are you willing to be my companion?"

The girl raised her head and looked at the young man in surprise.

"My name is Josephine Doragon, be my companion and put your power to mine for you!"

Before the girl could speak, the young man stopped her: "Don't answer now, because now you can only agree, follow me first, if you want to leave me one day, just leave!"

The middle-aged man behind him hurriedly stepped forward to stop: "Lord Josephine, she is ......"

But the young man stopped him: "The so-called companion is to trust from the heart, not to be forced by form!"

The girl nodded and looked at the young man.

"What's your name?"

"Marion ......"