Stark strangled Han Qingluo's neck as if he had changed his mind.

"You're not a witch."

He stared at Han Qingluo's painful face and said word by word.

The feeling of suffocation made Han Qingluo involuntarily feel strongly nauseated, and she kept slapping and pulling the infinitely powerful hand, as if she could break her neck in the next second.

Looking at the face that was red from lack of oxygen, and it seemed that one more force could kill him immediately, Stark's gray cloudy eyes shook for a moment, and finally let go of his hand.

Han Qingluo, who was free from the shackles, immediately collapsed to the ground, supporting the ground with one hand and covering his aching neck with the other, breathing heavily, and the tears caused by the physiological reaction couldn't stop sliding out of the corners of his eyes.

After thinking about it for a while, Stark decided to let Han Qingluo go, since she was not the real prophecy witch, then she must know who the real prophecy witch was.

I heard that she was burned at the stake because of the disappearance of the people in Maicheng, so among the guys who destroyed his Maicheng forces three years ago, there must be the existence of this fake witch in front of him.

The fulfillment of the prophecy must not be a coincidence, among those guys, in addition to her, there must be a real witch, a witch who can affect the fate of the demons.

Regardless of whether this prophecy witch pushes the demon race into the abyss or presents it to the altar, he must first control the overall situation, catch the prophecy witch, and make her his own power.

"I can spare your life" Stark looked indifferently at Han Qingluo who was struggling on the ground, "However, you have to confess the real prophecy witch"

Before he could get rid of the previous pain, Han Qingluo lowered his head and held his eyes, constantly thinking about where the stuffing was exposed.

Of course, she knew who the prophetic witch Stark was asking, but she couldn't say it quickly, and she couldn't say it, and the identity of the prophetic witch was her only lifesaver at the moment, and she had to grasp it well.

With a sigh of relief, she looked up at Stark, a hint of mockery on the corner of her mouth, "I'm the Prophecy Witch." ”

When the words fell, a heavy kick landed on Han Qingluo's abdomen, her body flew up weakly, slammed into the stone wall, and was bounced back and fell to the hard and cold ground, rolling a few times.

There was a dull pain in her back, and Han Qingluo arched her body in pain, only to feel that the internal organs in her body were about to burst, and this pain almost made her unable to breathe.

Her chin was slammed by a withered hand, forcing her drooping head up, and Stark's ugly face instantly came into view.

His evil eyes were staring at him, and his disgusting mouth closed: "Poor little girl, you can't fool me, the real witch won't be as ignorant and stupid as you, put away your little tricks, and tell me honestly who the real prophetic witch is, maybe you are still some distance from hell." ”

The threat in Stark's words is obvious, if she doesn't say it, she will face death sooner or later, but betraying her teammates has never been her style.

Han Qingluo grinned, the fishy sweetness in his mouth instantly gushed out, embarrassed, and his blue eyes were contemptuous: "I am the prophetic witch." ”

“……”

The corners of Stark's mouth twitched, suppressing his urge to kill her.

"Boom!"

A loud bang accompanied by a terrifying fireball soared into the sky, breaking the silence unique to the Forest of Death.

This abrupt loud noise diverted Stark's attention, and he let go of the hand that was grabbing Han Qingluo's chin and walked quickly to the stone window.

I saw that the Black Forest surrounding the castle suddenly burst into flames, and the miasma diffused from time to time made an explosion sound because of the drift of sparks.

Then, a sharp knock on the door pulled him along.

"What's going on?"

Outside the door, a demon guard reported in a panic: "Outside the canyon, a group of troops searching for heretic creatures are coming!" ”

Stark frowned, glanced at Han Qingluo, who was dying on the ground, and ordered: "Stay outside the door, don't let this human escape!" ”

……

The Forest of Death, no one has dared to approach.

Since the beginning of a new wave of heretical inquisitions, places as evil as the Forest of Death have naturally become the focus of searches.

It was a place that no one dared to approach, and it was also a vast wasteland, and the mayor of Croia, with the support of the Empress, sent an army with weapons to clear the so-called heretics.

The thick miasma that haunted the Forest of Death became their first hurdle on their way forward.

There is nothing that cannot be solved without violent destruction, and the general ordered to level the forest of death directly with artillery.

As long as the environment that caused the miasma is destroyed, and the time comes, the poisonous miasma can dissipate and then head towards the hinterland and reclaim this ungoverned wasteland.

The miasma contains a large amount of methane, which reacts quickly when it encounters a flame, exploding and burning, making an earth-shattering sound.

The dead and rotting black trees also burned because of the flints that were constantly thrown, and the fire spread, plunging the entire forest into a sea of fire.

The general, who was sitting not far away watching all this, unscrewed the cap of the wine bottle in his hand with satisfaction and took a sip.

"General, do you still need to continue firing artillery?"

A soldier approached the general and asked.

The general raised his hand and made a gesture: "It's party time!" ”

The artillery retreated, and all the soldiers returned to the camp and began to drink and have fun, and when the fire was extinguished, they could go in and complete the task perfectly.

Inside the Forest of Death.

Among the many demons, Stark walked out of the period.

His cloudy eyes were full of light and shadow that had been encroached upon by the raging fire, like the anger that burst out of his eyes.

This group of humans came uninvited and destroyed the comfortable home they had lived in for a hundred years, and since they wanted to die so much, they should become his puppet army!

"All the clansmen obey the order and prepare to welcome our guests in the evening!"

Stark grinned, looking straight ahead through the flames, a powerful force to replenish his power.

After Stark left, Han Qingluo got up from the ground with the pain and looked around at the stone house, which seemed to have nothing else worth exploring except for the conspicuous bookshelf.

Stand up in a pinched posture and carefully staggered closer to the bookshelf.

Most of the books on the shelves were covered with a thick layer of dust, which had not been touched for a long time, and there were cobwebs in the corners.

Wandering over the pile of old and dusty books, Han Qingluo soon discovered a parchment book that was different from others.

It's written very cleanly, without a trace of dust, presumably the owner's feelings for this book are different from others, maybe this book has clues about the secrets of the demons.

With the strong bombardment of artillery fire outside, Han Qingluo took the parchment book off the shelf, and the heavy parchment book made her almost unstable.

Luckily, she was able to hold her center of gravity, and if she made any unusual noise, the guards outside would definitely rush in.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she slowly placed the parchment on the ground and slowly turned the first page......

As the pages of the book turned, Han Qingluo's eyes gathered more and more surprise, which recorded the history of the blood clan in ancient times in detail.

The "holy war" caused by the three generations of blood, the great flood of God, the curse of the "blood", the "thirteen holy weapons" needed to resurrect the blood, and the origin of the demon race are all recorded in detail.

Among the records about the blood house, there is a sentence that impresses Han Qingluo very deeply, it is a curse:

"When we awaken, the earth will burn with our wrath, the sky will fall to darkness forever, and you rebels will suffer eternal blood and fire!"

Could it be that the demons want to resurrect the blood and plunge the world into chaos?

Han Qingluo was puzzled, could this so-called curse really come true?

After looking at it for a while, he quickly turned to the last page, which was a map marked with a black dot, what appeared to be a mountain range, and a few vague letters were noted next to it.

Just as Han Qingluo wanted to get closer and see the shape of the letters, the sound of footsteps stepping on the stairs sounded outside the house, and she realized that she was so fascinated by reading that she didn't even know when the artillery fire would stop.

She glanced at it hurriedly, and immediately closed the book, the adrenaline generated at the critical moment made her ignore the pain in her body for a moment, quickly stood up, and stuffed the book back into the shelf.

……

"Kata!"

The door opened.

Stark glanced at Han Qingluo, who was still unconscious on the ground, raised his foot and stepped on her fingers, crushing it hard.

Seeing that she really didn't seem to react, he moved his feet away and ordered the demon guard outside the door to throw her into the dungeon.

The Demon Guard rudely put her on his shoulders and walked out of the tower, and on the way to the dungeon, Han Qingluo slowly opened his eyes and remembered the special buildings along the way.

Not far away, the fire outside the castle attracted her attention, it seems that the wave of heretical interrogation in the human world has reached here, so she must take advantage of this chaotic opportunity to escape, otherwise she will really have to wait for death.

Walking to a remote corner of the castle, the demon guard put down Han Qingluo on his shoulder, took out the key on his waist, and prepared to open the door of the dungeon.

"Huh!"

A spiked wooden stick pierced his chest.

He turned his head stiffly, and in front of him was a wooden stick that was thrown at him quickly, smashing his head directly to the ground.

Frightened, Han Qingluo hurriedly threw away the wooden stick in his hand, thinking that his strength could actually smash the head of a monster?

When I looked closely, it turned out that the monster had been pierced through the heart, and instantly turned into a pile of black powder, and the head that was hit by her fell off the way, and after a while, the head also turned into a pile of black powder.

Taking the knife on the demon guard's body, Han Qingluo hid in a corner and treated the injuries on his body briefly.

Looking up, the sky was inky blue - night had fallen.

The fires in the Death Forest did not last long, and as the night gradually darkened, they were basically burned out, and the miasma dissipated, leaving only some unextinguished sparks and residual smoke on the ground.

"General, the fire is out."

A soldier walked into the tent and reported.

Hearing this, the general stepped out of the tent and found that the surroundings had fallen into darkness, the forest in front of him was bare, and the miasma that permeated it had dissipated.

Immediately ordered the torches to be lit, and the large army prepared to march to the heart of the Death Forest.