They knocked on the door of the barn, but because the door was closed by the caster using the power of magic, all they did was in vain, and it was proposed to build torches outside the barn and burn the people inside, but it was immediately warned that there were all the cattle in the village, and later it was suggested that a hole be cut into the wall of the barn, and then a few lads could rush in and catch them.

The village chief didn't want to do this, after all, the barn was his inheritance, but the thought of his daughter made his will stronger.

Fortunately, before they could put this plan into practice, the door of the barn opened, and an impulsive young man threw an iron fork that they thought would hear someone wailing about, but the iron fork seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, and thrown back, and its handle struck its original owner, followed by a dazzling flame that illuminated the barn at dawn, the faces of the villagers and the adventurers, and the weapons of the adventurers.

The noise suddenly became quieter and even disappeared, and the villagers remembered that the adventurers had killed nearly fifty goblins, as well as three gnolls—such hideous and terrifying evil creatures they had never seen before.

There was also a spellcaster among them, a spellcaster that the noble lord would not dare to offend.

"Can anyone tell me what's going on?" asked Kerryburn.

The villagers looked at the village chief.

The middle-aged man with a dignified and honest face, but in fact a bit of a profiteer, shrank for a moment, he suddenly felt a dry mouth, and wanted to drink some water, but he couldn't leave these young men who were fighting for his daughter and ran away.

"Tell me," Kerry said with a little sternness, "what makes you treat us like goblins?"

"That's because...... Because ...... "the village chief grabbed the flail, and the flail in the village was certainly not a weapon for the warriors and knights. It must have hurt to slap a child's buttocks, but it was a bit ironic to use it against adventurers—but he hesitated for a short time, and finally cried out in defiance of it: "Because your companion has forced my daughter!"

He raised a hand and pointed at the thief Glenn, who was dressed in a black tunic and crossed his arms with an impatient expression, "This is the guy." This shameless thief, when he saw my darling, he said filthy things to seduce her, and when she tried to run back to his room, he beat her, forced her to do what husband and wife can do with him, and took away her virginity!"

Baldwin immediately cast a stern glance at Gülen, he did not deny that the thief was a powerful helper, but he never trusted the latter's character. So far, he had never seen a thief truly repent, willing to be a kind and harmless person.

Kerryben looked at Cremar, and the caster shook his head at him, the only chance for the thieves to leave them and force the little girl was after they had fallen asleep, but the door to the barn was not chained or latched, but by his magic. Just as the villagers could not knock on the door with torches and iron forks, and the thieves could not use his skill to open the door and slip out—there was a small window for ventilation in the barn. The problem was that the window could only allow one cat in and out, and Cremar's spirit servant was curled up to the size of a finger and snoring there.

"Are you sure that man is Gülen?" asked Carryburn.

"We saw it with our own eyes. The young man said angrily that he was an admirer of the girl, and like the other lads in the village, they wished to marry her as their wife, "I have come to the uncle to borrow an iron fork......

"My daughter has to fetch water before dawn every day. It stands to reason that she should be back when I wake up," said the village chief, "but today I have searched every corner and failed to see her shadow, damn it, I thought she had been captured by a goblin who had escaped." Polly and I just hurried out the door......"

"We heard her shout, but it was too late for us to run over," added the lad, adding that if his eyes had been turned into blades, Gülen would have died long ago: "It's that bastard," he spat on the ground, "and he smiled at us, and he smiled at us below." ”

"But our companions have always been with us. Elven Ranger said that he would trust Cremar even if he didn't believe Glenn.

"Wow," shouted the village chief angrily, "I already knew that you were all in this group!" he swung the flail, and almost hit himself, which made his anger burn to the top, "Catch them, grab them, catch them!"

Gülen lowered his arms gloomily, he wasn't sure if the elves would agree to hand him over, and he was sure that if the elves agreed to hand him over, he would make sure that he couldn't hurt the villagers, maybe he would order the mage to use the silver rope and tie him up tightly, and the only way he might have managed to escape from the rope and the prison was known to the priest of Flo, who would betray him, and he wouldn't have the slightest chance- It was too stupid for him to want to die at the hands of a group of peasants with iron forks and flails.

But then he laughed, because he saw that the caster had made a gesture, not to him but to the hateful fools, and that the magic had brought even more fire and smoke, and the villagers shouted in panic, thinking that the mage had opened the door to the endless abyss, and they pushed each other to flee, leaving footprints on each other's bodies, and several others were stabbed in the head and back by the alleged weapons.

They ran a long way in one go, and waited a long time, but the flames were soon extinguished, and the smoke dissipated after a while, and the two daring lads snuck back, and found that there was no one to be seen inside or outside the barn.

"Those people ran away!" they reciprocated.

"I can't run away," said the chief, his face turning bright red with shame, "I will appeal to the Overseer, and ask our lord to send his knights to hunt down these daring wicked." He gasped for breath with difficulty, a long sentence he seldom said.

"If only the priest were still alive," one villager said. The priest of their village unfortunately broke his neck while looking for a goblin lair for them, and when they found him, he was left with a not-so-tasty head, and the village chief had been going to the sanctuary in Rosada for a few days to ask them to give the village another priest, and also to talk about the goblins, but now the goblins had solved it, and his daughter had suffered again.

Think scarred. The chief of the village, who had been crying incessantly, had a headache, and went to see his barn, and the cattle in the barn, which were fortunately still safe, and he climbed up to the attic to take a look, and was surprised but pleased to find several blankets embroidered with silk faces, "I guess they stole them from somewhere." The village chief said, and decided that if the owner of the blankets came to him, he would return them to them. But if they knew nothing about it, then he would leave the blanket as a dowry for his daughter—his poor little daughter, little darling, where had she ever suffered such a sin.

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As the villagers shouted and ran away, Kerry and the others started running too—in two directions, of course, until the village shrank to the size of a palm in Meimi's eyes.

As soon as Flo's priest stopped, he slammed to the ground and collapsed to the ground. Her chest hurt like it was going to explode.

"What the hell is going on?" asked Leona.

"It's not Gülen. The black-haired spellcaster said that the thief bowed to him in gratitude, "My vision is not so bad. Gülen said, "That's just a fat country girl, and if you take ten thousand steps back, don't you have a priest of Frow among us?"

"Who knows," Memmy quickly shot back, "maybe you like the country girl—didn't you praise her for being cute?"

"I don't think she's like you, my dear," said the thief sweetly, "so beautiful." So plump, so cheap—why should I give up an apple that is so close at hand to nibble on a sweet potato that has been so dirty?"

"And who are they seeing?" said Berdwin, again, who didn't believe Gülen but believed Kerryben, "a demon-made illusion?"

The thief rolled his eyes when he heard the term. He's had enough of the devil or the devil.

"It's not that bad," Carey said, "and I think I've got the answer to that question, and it confirms my suspicions." ”

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The chief of the village wanted to go at once to find the overseer to report the matter, but since it would take him three days to get to the town where the overseer was located, even if he rode his old horse, he also needed to prepare water bladders and hard bread, which were the work of women, but he had lost his wife at an early age, and his daughter was frightened and beaten, so he had to prepare these things himself. When night fell, he went to Polly's mother and entrusted her to take care of his daughter while he was away, while Polly took care of the cows.

He went to see his baby before going to bed, the bruises on her face had not yet disappeared, her forehead was slightly hot, and she sobbed twice occasionally, but it didn't seem to be very bad, maybe she would be cured when he came back from the overseer, but I don't know how long it would take for her to wake up from this nightmare, but it didn't matter, she was still young, time would take away all the bad memories, she would find a good lad to marry, and give birth to a dozen children.

The village chief's house is the largest in the whole village, but just like the other villagers, in order to save charcoal and safety, in fact, the family always lives in a large house, with a hearth bed in the middle that serves as both a light and a stove, and if there is anything special, it is that the village chief has laid a bed in the corner of the house for his little daughter, with a thick wheat stalk on it, and a sheet and wool felt to replace the blanket, which can be said to be a luxury for them, and even the village chief's bed can only be said to be a wooden plank on a stone。

Iron pots were set up on the sunken hearth, and small flames danced in the gray embers, and the village chief stared at them for a moment, and then drowsiness swept over him, and he yawned, wrapped himself in his robe, and fell asleep worriedly.

There was a terrible silence in the room, and no one could notice that the village chief's little daughter had stopped sobbing, her breathing became light and slow, and the bruises on her face faded slowly but firmly, and the next moment she suddenly opened her eyes, and those azure eyes glowed, and their pupils narrowed like the eyes of a needle, and they were so evil and strange in the dim light. The girl sat up silently, not letting the crudely textured bed make a single sound, and her movements were so light that she showed no sign of injury.

She walked up to her father and quietly undressed herself, letting the linen robe, a healthy and beautiful body, fall to the ground. But soon, the shadows that lay on the wall began to distort - if the village chief had been awake at this time, and had seen his daughter, he might have fainted in fright, what a monster this was, the honey-colored curls twisted together like living creatures, like water-soaked mud, and then their heads, Her neck and shoulders were absorbed, her facial features were blurred, the color of her skin, lips, and eyes dissipated, her limbs became elongated, and her fingers were devoid of nails and lines.

She hooked her head deeply, staring at the village chief's face, his body, every detail, until she was satisfied—she changed again, her body elongated, widened, thickened, rough fingers, strong arms, broad shoulders, thick neck, broad face with deep wrinkles, and she, no, or rather, had become another "village chief".

The village chief was choked by the neck, and he thought it was a nightmare, yes, maybe a nightmare, a real nightmare, because he saw himself sitting on top of him, with a sinister grin, and he stuck his neck tightly, and he resisted frantically, kicking and beating his legs, but this was him, how could he fight himself- He tried his best to break free from those ring-like hands, but it backfired, he couldn't even make a sound, he wanted to see how his little daughter was doing, but his eyes were already covered with a blood-red mist.

There was darkness before his eyes.

He was dying, so when he heard a soft, deep voice saying something he could not understand, he thought he had reached the Mourning Wasteland, listening to the will of the attendants of the god of death.

But that voice doesn't bring death, it brings life. (To be continued......)

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