On the night of the third day, a scream broke the silence of the castle.

Avril was awakened because the scream had happened right next door to her.

She hurriedly turned over and got up, took out her rune short sword and repeater in the dark, clicked, wound the crossbow, and aimed at the door.

Outside the door is a narrow corridor, and because of the light of the castle, there are burning torches on the walls at all times, and a slave is responsible for this, and once the torches are extinguished, this slave will be severely punished.

So at this moment, there is still light shining through the crack in the door.

Avril could see clearly, and a dark shadow flickered quickly.

I don't know exactly what it is, but I only know that the black shadow was extremely fast, and after he passed through Avril's doorway, the flames shook violently, causing the light to be unstable.

Avril was adventurous, she rushed over and opened the door, only to see a shaggy back flashing around the corner.

At this time, it was almost spring, and the temperature was a little warmer, but even so, Avril Lavigne, who was only wearing pajamas and barefoot, still felt a chill hit.

She gritted her teeth and chased after her.

Avril heard screams from the front, and Avril rushed around the corner to see a slave thrown to the ground by the black-haired monster, blood flowing on the ground, and pieces of minced flesh tossed into the air with the monster's tearing.

Avril was impressed by this monster, and she clearly remembered how difficult the battle between her sister and Uncle Carl was that night.

She also knows the monster's name, Werewolf!

"Woohoo!"

Three sounds of breaking the air sounded, and Avril activated the crossbow arrow in her hand, and the armor-piercing cone arrow that was enough to break through the armor could easily tear through the flesh of the werewolf at such a distance.

And Avril's target is the werewolf's head.

She clearly remembered what Angela said, except for perverts like orcs, whether it was dark creatures, light creatures or monsters, no matter how strong their vitality was, most of the destroyed heads and hearts would inevitably die.

But the werewolf reacted too quickly, and his arm drew an afterimage, and with a single wave, he knocked three crossbow arrows to the side.

The bolts collided with the wall, clanging.

The werewolf turned his head and looked at Avril fiercely, and Avril Lavigne's heart was cold.

pounced, and only by facing the werewolf could he clearly know how fast the werewolf was.

Avril only blinked at the werewolf's wind, and realized that the werewolf had arrived in front of her.

A wooden sign flew out, blocking her and the werewolf.

The werewolf stretched out his claws and smashed the plank, and a bolt of lightning burst out, and the werewolf twitched.

A hand grabbed Avril Lavigne's shoulders and dragged her back as fast as she could.

"Sister."

Avril lavigne whispered a sense of familiarity, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

The werewolf chased after him at a rapid pace, much faster than Angela could drag Avril back.

A wooden plaque fell to the ground, and the werewolf stepped over.

Avril was pressed to the ground by Angela, and the two faced each other, because they were both wearing pajamas, their chests rubbed against each other, and Avril was flushed as they smelled the fragrance that Angela exhaled.

Rumble!!!

There was a loud thunderclap, a heat wave rolled in, and the werewolf screamed and flew over them, blood sprayed all over her body, Angela couldn't help but frown, and grabbed Avril to get up.

The werewolf slammed into the wall, glanced back at Angela with hatred, and then disappeared around the corner once more.

One arm remained on the ground, twitching slightly.

Noisy shouts of killing sounded, weapons collided with each other, followed by sharp weapons into the flesh, and the screams were endless.

When Angela and Avril hurried around the corner, they saw corpses all over the place.

The two chased after each other for some distance and stopped.

In front, several soldiers fell to the ground, two more groaned, and the same werewolf was covered in weapons.

The group of soldiers led the Silent Knight, who drew his sword and cut off the werewolf's head.

Last night, there was a big night in the castle.

Groups of soldiers, wearing wooden badges, forcibly broke into room after room to investigate.

The wooden sign didn't move, fortunately, it flashed a white light, and they just wrote down the family and focused on observing it later.

But if the red light flashes, it's a weapon.

On this night, many people died.

There were soldiers who were beaten to death with bread by a madwoman, or hacked to death with an axe by a seemingly honest peasant.

Of course, more of them were killed by soldiers with swords and guns because they resisted arrest.

It was dawn, and early in the morning, Ireland found Angela with red eyes: "Miss Angela, please speed up the progress anyway." ”

Last night, he lost a lot.

Nine soldiers, two slaves, and one servant were killed, three soldiers were seriously wounded, civilians were killed and wounded, weapons were broken, and buildings were destroyed, and when added up, he lost at least a hundred gold coins.

Angela didn't take Ireland's faux pasas to heart, and it was understandable that Ireland was in a bad mood when this kind of thing happened, so she nodded and said, "Don't worry, I'll speed up the progress." ”

Ireland calmed down a bit, who was going to say, "Miss Angela, sorry, it was me who was rude." ”

As he spoke, he turned to leave, suddenly remembered something, and turned back and said, "Last night, thank you Miss Angela for your help, and in return, please Miss Angela take it." ”

It was a small box, and Angela opened it to see a standard ruby lying quietly inside.

Two days later, Angela completed her mission, and the turmoil at the castle gradually subsided.

Angela was lazy, walked out the door, went to the city wall, looked at the green scenery of the mountains and rivers, looked at the busy town on the other side of the river, looked at the slightly warm sun in the sky, and sighed.

Days like this don't last long.

Wait a few more years, or more than ten years later, it will be a long dark time.

At that time, the sky was often covered with black clouds, and it was difficult to see the sun.

"Witch, get out of this castle."

A piercing voice came from behind her, Angela frowned slightly, turned her head, and saw a middle-aged man with a distorted face yelling at Angela: "If it weren't for you, my daughter, how could my daughter be ......"

As he spoke, he suddenly drew his knife and tried to kill Angela.

Then, he saw Angela's eyes.

Bang!

A thunderclap exploded in his mind, and he saw countless skeletons crawl out of hell, grabbing his feet and dragging them in.

"No...... Don't ......"

When the knife in his hand fell to the ground, he stretched out his hand in a panic, trying to grab something in the air, and fell to the ground limply, with feces and urine flowing together, and a foul smell spread.

Angela frowned, turned around, and walked towards the castle.

The civilians around who were watching the bustle got out of the way in panic, lowered their heads, and watched Angela walk away with a complicated expression from the corner of their eyes, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

They looked at the middle-aged man, unconsciously moving away, and a look of pity flashed in their eyes.

This middle-aged man had lost her mind because of her daughter's death, and rashly provoked a witch, not to mention that this witch was also a guest of the lord.

The witch has punished him, and the lord will not let him go.

For some reason, it was obviously a good show, but the surrounding spectators felt sad inexplicably.

That's what they are, like a meal on a plate, they don't have any ability to resist at all.

Whether it's a lord, a witch, or a monster, it's not something they can resist.