Having hastily buried the carcass of the warhorse, Roland handed the reins to Lyudmila and asked her to change to his horse. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"It's a long way from the lumberyard. You give me the horse, what do you ride yourself? Lyudmila looked at Roland's black horse, which was spewing white air, and wondered if the tired animal, which had been running all day, would be able to withstand the burden of her and Roland's armour.

"Don't worry, I have two spare horses." Roland said with a smile.

Lyudmila looked around suspiciously, "But where are they?" ”

"Here!" Roland snapped his fingers, and a white pillar of light rose into the sky, penetrating the heavens and the earth, and the figure of a white horse appeared in the light of divine power condensation, and the majestic divine horse was better than his original mount.

"What a celestial war horse, what a majesty!" The dwarf twisted his beard and sighed in admiration, and the wild boar under his crotch also snorted with jealousy.

The Celestial Horse ran to Roland's side with small steps, rubbing his hand affectionately with his head down, his clear eyes revealing a look of intelligence.

"Dude, I'm going to have to work hard for you in the future." Roland knew that the Celestial Horse could understand the lingua franca, so good communication was still necessary, and patted the horse's strong neck and put the bridles and reins on it.

Long before leaving the Wrought Iron City, he spent 8 degrees of luck to upgrade the "Destiny Samurai" class to level 5, increase the number of times he can use the Enemy Slash to 4 times a day, and in addition to gaining a new ability, he also gained a new ability - summon special mounts.

This special mount summoned with divine power has a huge advantage over a normal mount - its life, strength, intelligence, and innate defense can grow with the owner's level, and it also has a number of special abilities, such as the ability to communicate with the owner and share spell effects.

The most common mount summoned by the Paladin is the Celestial Horse of the Good Faction, while the Blackguard can summon evil warhorses from the lower planes, and Roland's class "Warrior of Destiny" can take all good and evil, so he can summon both the Celestial Horse and the Purgatory Pony, of course, he can only summon one of them at a time.

Roland turned on his horse and galloped away with a flick of the reins. Lyudmila and Bloom also urged their mounts to follow, and the three rode through the valley and forest, arriving at the lumberyard in less than half an hour, "the ruins of the lumberyard", to be exact.

It has been more than 20 years since a group of immigrants from Fort Atonement settled in the canyon to establish this large lumber processing factory, which has grown from this base and developed into a village.

The lumberyard mainly provides timber raw materials for the surrounding towns, and by the way, some furniture and other daily necessities are processed, and the local workers do not worry about making a living as long as they are willing to work hard, except for the occasional wild beast breaking into the village to forage for food, there is no other threat, and life is relatively stable.

Roland had consulted the local statistics before leaving, there were more than 70 settlers in the lumberyard, with a total population of more than 300 people, most of whom were young and middle-aged, under the guidance of Reverend Dmitry, most of them believed in Sindra, and received militia training in their spare time, and young men were proficient in the use of swords and bows, not to mention ordinary rogues, even if they formed an orc war group, they did not dare to provoke this human settlement easily, why were the chickens and dogs slaughtered overnight not left?

Lema stood at the entrance of the village, looking at the ruins in front of him, the scorched smoke of the wasteland, and Roland fell silent.

As far as the eye could see, there were fallen corpses everywhere, Roland dismounted and walked forward, turning over a corpse lying on a log, the deceased held a short knife in his hand, his eyes were wide with anger, and his face was full of hatred and unwillingness, so that he could not bear to see it, and reached out to touch his eyes.

As you can imagine, the people of the lumberyard did not sit still, they did everything they could to resist the invaders, but unfortunately the disparity in strength was huge, and resistance could not change the tragic fate.

Lyudmila whistled, and the black hawk landed on her shoulder, whispering in her ears.

Lyudmila nodded, turned to Roland and said: "According to Xiao Hei's investigation, no signs of survivors were found at the scene, and this cruel method of killing them all does not look like the Demon Beast did it, after all, what the Demon Beast wants is nothing more than food, and there is no need to kill." ”

"Could it be that Greenskin did it?"

Lyudmila looked around, and suddenly walked forward quickly, stooping into a half-burned building. After a while, she came back with a bag and threw it to Bloom.

Bloom opened it and saw that his pocket was full of corn kernels.

"It shouldn't be the orcs, winter is coming, and the orcs will never leave a grain of grain after looting."

"If not for looting, what exactly did the murderer slaughter the villagers for?" Bloom scratched his head, "Could it be revenge?" ”

"It's also possible that the cultists chose this place to hold some kind of evil blood sacrifice." Lyudmila made another hypothesis and then looked at Roland, "What do you think?" ”

Roland was silent. His eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of imperceptible light flickered in the depths of his pupils, and then radiated outward in circles, spreading to a radius of thousands of feet around him, searching for fluctuations in his luck.

The moment he walked into the ruins of the lumberyard, he sensed the fluctuation of qi luck, but the scene was shrouded in strong negative energy, making it difficult for him to distinguish the precise location of the source of qi luck for a while.

Raising his hand and waving a "Detect Evil", the magic light shrouded the ruins, and then clusters of red light appeared, standing out in the twilight.

"What did you find?" Bloom asked Roland.

"I can't say for sure yet, but it's definitely an evil creature." Roland drew his adamantite sword from behind his back and approached the area where the evil aura emerged.

Bloom and Lyudmila also dismounted, following him as lightly as possible.

Passing through the dead streets, a rather impressive church rises in front of you. Unlike other buildings in the village, the church is built mainly of stone rather than wood, and although the walls have been blackened by the fire, the overall structure has not been damaged, and it stands quietly in front of everyone, like a grieving giant, lonely guarding the ruined home.

The wooden doors and windows of the church have been burned, Roland stepped into the open door, the walls on both sides of the entrance were blackened by smoke, the murals were faintly visible, the original beautiful and dignified image of the goddess was maliciously smeared, and even more excessively, the place where the goddess's eyes were dug out of two black holes, as if to ridicule her for having eyes without beads.

A woman in a long dress knelt in front of the ruined fresco, arms raised, as if trying to protect the portrait of the goddess from the mob, but a spear pierced her thin body from behind, pinning her to the wall, blood staining the white dress of the goddess Sindra.

The bodies of believers were everywhere, some of them brutally abused, and young women were not spared rape. The original solemn and solemn holy place was now presented in front of Roland's eyes in a hellish manner, which made him both depressed and angry, and he couldn't help clenching his fists, and the blood vessels in his forehead were pounding.

Taking a deep breath, he suppressed his anger and analyzed the scene as calmly as possible: "There are more dead here than outside, and it is to be expected that after the massacre began, the villagers first spontaneously organized themselves to try to resist, and they soon found that the intruders were too powerful, so they collectively retreated to the church, trying to rely on the strongest building in the village to make a final resistance. ”

"Look at this." Roland pointed to a row of barrels in the corner, containing weapons and arrows, "The church has always had weapons, food, and water, and built the walls with rocks that are not easy to mine and process, instead of the wood that is abundant in the area, shows that the function of the fortress was determined from the beginning of the plan, and the extraordinary prestige required to organize the villagers to take refuge in the church, and it is by no means ordinary people who can do all this." ”

Lyudmila immediately thought of someone, "Pastor Dmitry? ”

"Yes, Mr. Boris's master is worthy of his reputation, he runs the lumberyard very well, and he is also effective in organizing the villagers to resist the invasion, but even this has not been able to prevent the tragedy from happening, and the horror of the invaders can be imagined."

"I hope Reverend Dmitry is still alive......" Before Lyudmila could finish speaking, Roland suddenly raised his hand to silence him, then stepped forward and gently pushed open the iron door that led to the worship hall.

A foul smell accompanied by a cold wind hit the face, and everyone couldn't help but shiver.

There was not a glimmer of light in the hall, and there was a clattering chewing sound in the darkness, interspersed with the occasional creepy scream.