The woman, thought to be a corpse, suddenly moved, her hand bouncing up like a spring, burking the ghoul's throat.

The emaciated ghoul looked horrified and writhed wildly, trying to get rid of the white, tender pincer-like palm.

There was a crunch, and the ghoul froze, stopped writhing, and then softened.

Angela sat up, threw the ghoul's body to the shore, stood up, manipulated the moisture from her clothes, and expelled it.

Under the cover of the depth of the water and the sound of the wind, no one knew that an emaciated ghoul had just died on the bank of the river.

Picked up the wolf's tooth magic wand, activated the magic array inside, and the flames surged out, then calmed down and burned slowly.

Angela held her magic wand like a long torch towards the interior of the village.

The consumption was too great, and she was in dire need of rest and food.

The flames were so conspicuous in the darkness that they soon attracted a large number of ghouls to the surroundings, hiding from the flames and hiding in dark corners.

The wind howled, and the flames shook violently under the wistful gaze of the ghouls, but they were not extinguished.

It was a sturdy wooden house, but unfortunately it was a thatched hut, so the roof was easily ripped open by ghouls and allowed to get in.

So, the owner of the house fell into bad luck.

Angela pushed the door open with all her might, and the latch was shattered by Angela's force.

The wooden door collided with the wall with a loud bang.

The three ghouls in the house stopped eating the corpses, stimulated by the firelight, and two of them screamed and climbed onto the roof, while the remaining one, clutching a kitchen knife and ignoring his blindness, pounced and screamed and slashed at the brightest spots.

The roar stopped abruptly, and Angela pestled the wolffang magic wand directly into his mouth.

Stand up against him and put him up against the wall.

The fiery frying sound creaked, and in a moment, the ghoul burned like a torch.

In the Dark Ages, most white magic was greatly powerful, and fire magic was the same, but it was much more effective.

Because in the dark age, dark creatures are rampant, and fire is the nemesis of most dark creatures, they are like dry firewood, their resistance to flames is completely negative, and even the darkness in the body, like grease, can make the flames burn more vigorously.

Because of this, the magic of fire has become less powerful due to the darkness and richness, but its importance has increased greatly.

Dragons who breathe flames, sorcerers who excel at flames, have risen rapidly in this era.

Coincidentally, the ghoul is such a dark creature with weak fire.

The flames crackled and burned on him, and Angela flipped him to the ground and picked him under the cauldron.

By the light of the fire, Angela saw the owner of the house, lying on the cold ground, and she could see that he was a poor bachelor, who looked very miserable, with his belly cut open and his entrails hollowed out.

These ghouls, like the beasts, seem to prefer the taste of offal, and they will eat the offal before eating other parts of the meat.

Angela frowned, and used the mage's hand to throw the corpse out of the door, and the waves were surging in the darkness outside, and the corpse was quickly dragged away.

Lifting the lid of the pot and looking at the food churned inside, Angela couldn't help but frown.

She took the water, cleaned the pot, and then took some wheat piled up in a basket in a corner of the house, shelled it, removed impurities, and crushed it into powder.

In this world, black bread and white bread are actually made of the same material, but the reason for this distinction is entirely due to the step of sieving the bran, but this step is very labor-intensive and time-consuming, so white bread is extremely expensive.

Although she was hungry, Angela was not in a hurry, and even kneaded the dough leisurely and waited for it to rise.

The tools are not complete, but there is magic, and it does not hinder.

An hour later, Angela ate the fragrant bread.

Since there is no sugar, the bread is not too sweet, but it tastes good when eaten once in a while.

Looking at the flames that were gradually extinguishing, Angela couldn't help but turn her eyes outside the house, looking at the ghouls hiding in the dark corners and staring at the place, thinking about whether to catch some and use them as firewood.

But think about it, the food was also eaten, and the flame on the magic wand was enough, so I cleaned the hay and cloth from the pile of bed in the corner, used magic to drive away the bugs, and then lay down on it.

Because of the high energy consumption, I quickly fell asleep.

Angela didn't sleep well and was woken up by a slight sound of the door opening.

She rubbed the corners of her eyes and looked outside the house, only to see that it was already dawn outside, the cold sun was shining on the earth, and the air was filled with a bleak smell.

Well! There is also a rancid smell.

Angela took the wolf's tooth wand, extinguished the flames on it, and walked out the door, only to see a man sneakily open the door with an axe.

Angela saw him, and he saw Angela, and was startled and slammed the door shut.

Angela's hearing is very good, and the chattering voices around her can't hide her.

She knew that there must have been a pair of vigilant and frightened eyes behind those walls looking out through the cracks, observing everything outside, especially Angela.

Angela rubbed the back of her neck, and after a series of bones crackled, she sobered up, went to the well and fetched a bucket of water, poured it on her face, and began to think about what to do in the future as she cleaned her face.

Now Genting Mountain can't go back for the time being, with William's deterrence, plus Lilith, who has successfully turned into a magician, is not weak, and the chef Xiao Er above Genting is a very useful meat shield at a critical moment, so there is no need to worry about Lilith's safety.

Therefore, the question of where Angela will go from now on becomes a question.

Because of the advent of the Dark Ages, most of the tentacles of those big forces were cut off in an instant, and these countries are not far from falling apart, and it can even be said that they have existed in name only, so as long as you find a place to survive this period of time, it is a very safe choice to return to Genting Mountain when those guys are too busy to take care of themselves, or when their strength has increased greatly.

And this choice, Angela will not choose.

She decided to wander around, and when she met those guys who wanted her life, she would just run away.

Anyway, now that she's alone and has nothing to worry about, what is she afraid of.

And in this process, it would be better to be able to take revenge on those who surrounded and suppressed her that day.

After washing her face, Angela walked slowly towards the outside of the village, and then stopped at a doorway, and something very interesting seemed to have happened in the house, well! Maybe you should stay in this village for a while.