When the mountain reaches a certain height, it will be covered with snow and ice.

This is true of White Tooth Mountain, and so is this nameless mountain.

However, there is a very famous abandoned monastery on the nameless mountain, the Scarlet Monastery.

It became famous entirely because of one man, the Blood Bat.

Now, Angela and the others are here, and they have broken in without knowing it.

The monastery, which has been abandoned for many years, is covered in snow and ice, and because no one has cleaned it, the courtyard is covered with deep snow, and in some places it is crushed by snow.

In order to escape the pursuit of the elves along the way, Angela and they had to stay away from the forest as much as possible, but a bad news came, a long trek, Angela and Carl could stand it, however, Avril couldn't stand it, she was sick.

At the critical moment, they discovered the monastery, stopped and recuperated there.

The monks in the monastery were poor, but they still had beds and pots and pans, but they were covered with dust and needed to be cleaned again.

After feeding a cup of hot water, Avril felt much better, her face was red and she shrunk in the warm quilt, sweating profusely.

Speaking of which, this monastery is really simple enough, and it doesn't even have a bed.

Avril now sleeps in a pile of straw with several layers of cloth on top of the surface to form a rudimentary "bed".

As for the so-called quilt, this is Angela searched the monastery and most of the rooms, and only then did she barely make a relatively thick quilt out of a dozen layers of cloth.

Fortunately, there is a campfire next to it, so that the room is not so cold.

Angela helped Avril fold the quilt, turned around and went out, and saw Carl carrying a hill-like firewood into the courtyard from outside, dragging a wild boar in his hand, Carl said happily to Angela: "A fool who stepped on a trap, these days, we don't have to worry about eating and drinking." ”

The boar is quite large, at least 300kg, and it stands to reason that ordinary traps can't catch such a behemoth, but the trap with the [Lightning Mark] is much simpler.

A bolt of lightning paralyzed it briefly, and then the trap worked to hoist the large boar into the air, and by the time it regained its strength to struggle, it was too late.

When Carl went to inspect the trap, he saw the big boar hanging in the air, knocked it to death with an axe, and dragged it back as he carried firewood.

With wild boar, in the evening, had a hearty dinner.

After Angela fed the broth to Avril, she put the bowl aside and lifted the quilt, Avril shrunk back, even though there was a bonfire next to her, she still felt a little cold, and Angela's movements made her a little shy.

Well, Angela straddled her after undressing her until she was all naked......

Uh-huh......

Avril was lying on her stomach, her face flushed, feeling the heat on her back, and bursts of pleasure rushed over her, making her shyly bury her face.

Don't think about it, Angela is helping Avril with a massage.

Using [Temperature Control], every time Angela pressed it, heat penetrated into it, making Avril moan comfortably.

After a massage, fine beads of sweat broke out all over Avril's body, and she felt much lighter.

That night, Avril slept very comfortably, but Angela didn't sleep much.

In her perception, there was something moving rapidly outside, but because it was dark and Avril was inconvenient to move, she had to sleep in her clothes, and put the steel sword beside her, always on guard.

The next day Angela told Carl about it, and after breakfast, the two began to explore the monastery.

A cursory investigation yesterday didn't reveal anything, but today's careful search immediately revealed a big problem.

The problem was the well in the courtyard, which was a dry well, and Angela didn't pay attention to it at first, but when Angela hoisted Carl into it, she immediately noticed the problem.

The well is not a well at all, but the entrance to a basement.

The basement is divided into many rooms, a laboratory full of corpses, several study rooms full of bookshelves, warehouses for all kinds of items, and ...... Bloody sacrificial grounds.

Half of the entire monastery died in the laboratory, half in the bloody sacrifice ground.

In the flickering light of the torches, Angela's eyes were littered with crosses, each with dried black blood, confirming what had happened here.

These crosses are arranged in a certain pattern, forming a ring that encircles the pool of blood in the middle.

The sacrificial arena was a large, circular chamber about 30 yards in diameter, but when more than 50 crosses were piled up inside, it became very crowded.

Ga - squeak——!

The heavy iron door slowly closed.

Angela and Carl each held a torch and walked in, stepping on the blackened, twisted runes on the ground and looking around.

The sound of their footsteps echoed through the circular room, unusually clear.

In a place where the fire could not shine, a dried corpse shook its head, landed lightly, dodged the fire, and quickly crawled behind Angela and Carl, out of sight, with the help of the cross to hide its figure, looking at Angela and them.

There was more than one such dried corpse, and many of them were all trembling and moving, sounding a little like the sound of a mouse.

Some of them wanted to sneak up on Angela and Carl, but as soon as they touched the fire, a puff of black smoke came out of their bodies, and they quickly retracted their hands.

Carl turned his head sharply, and the dried corpses were quickly hidden, and when Carl looked around, all he saw was a cross, and nothing else.

"What's wrong?"

Angela's voice echoed here, and it seemed a little abrupt.

Carl shook his head and said uncertainly, "I seem to have heard something, but I didn't see it, maybe it's an illusion." ”

"Oh!"

Angela didn't say anything, turned her head and looked around curiously, a black shadow flashed in the corner of her eye, as if it was just an illusion, but the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled slightly.

Seem...... Really fun!

Like cockroaches, the corpses lay on the ground, on the walls, on the ceiling overhead, hiding in dark corners, playing hide-and-seek with the firelight.

Eager and timid, they surrounded the two men with torches, ready to kill them.

Carl suddenly said, "I always felt that something was wrong here. ”

With his abrupt words, the dried corpses quickly retreated.

Angela's eyes glittering in the firelight swept around, her gaze so sharp that it seemed to penetrate the dark mist, and the murderer's corpse shrank as she swept through it.

Angela suddenly laughed: "No, there's nothing wrong, it's normal." ”

Indeed, isn't it normal to reproduce something unusual in such a strange festival scene?