"Talos, go!"

She shouted, then dragged Talos, who was still studying the small wooden plaque, and ran out of the iron gate.

However, Rin Rin's judgment was correct, but it was too late. Before they could run out, the door in front of them was slammed shut from the outside!

"There are more and more rats making trouble, and I really don't know what the moths do." The curator muttered, looked at the children who were still sleeping in the other room, and breathed a sigh of relief.

And the moth in his mouth is the one who has been cleaned up by Talos, the Yaren people.

It's just that at this time, he didn't know that the moth he entrusted with the important task had already folded in the hands of Talos.

The curator moved a little slowly to reclose the other door, not only sighed, "Hey, it's caused me so much trouble again." ”

But as soon as the words fell, an impact came from behind!

With a loud bang, I saw that the door behind me had been opened and badly damaged.

The originally heavy door panel was full of potholes, and it was crumbling, and it looked like it was about to fall off the door frame.

The old curator couldn't hide the surprise on his face, and looked at the dusty ground in front of him, where Talos was using his other hand to protect Rin behind him.

On the other hand, there is a huge amount of spiritual power that has not yet dissipated and is visible to the naked eye.

"You ......"

The curator was dumbfounded for a moment, but at the same time keenly aware of the dangerous aura that diffused in the air. At that moment, he quickly raised his crutches in front of him and made a defensive gesture.

Sure enough, Talos stepped forward quickly, but it was a blow to the crutch that the curator was blocking in front of him!

Talos's palm was wrapped in a dense spiritual power, like a silent blade sharpening iron, flashing with edge, gradually pressing down the crutches in the curator's hand.

Whether it is strength or spiritual power, the curator is clearly no match for Talos. I could only watch my crutches gradually approach my throat, and a layer of fine sweat was obviously oozing on my forehead.

However, just as Talos was about to reach the curator's throat. Suddenly, the crutch burst open from the middle, and was divided into countless sections.

The curator loosened his hand, and used the cane, which had turned into a knotted whip bone, to wrap Talos's wrist around and throw it aside!

"I didn't expect that I would be forced to do this by you fledgling little devils, but I really don't accept the old age."

The curator retracted his whip bone and stepped back steadily, distancing himself from Talos.

"What is the purpose of your collusion with Yeren!" At this moment, Rin walked out of the room next to him and reached out to stop Talos, who was about to carry out the next round of attack.

Now the children can't sleep, and the night is gone.

If Talos had been asked to take care of the curator here at this time, wouldn't they have been even more confused with the people in the village after they went out.

"Like that kind of low-level Yeren, we just take what we need, how can we talk about collusion." The curator replied casually.

After all, in the curator's opinion, Rin was able to find him, the person who manipulated him behind the scenes, which was already very commendable.

It's just that Rin is still a child after all, too young. It is simply naïve to casually label yourself with such an unrealistic charge of 'collusion'.

"You're trying to summon spirits."

Talos, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, but this sentence made the old curator's face change suddenly, and he turned pale in an instant.

The crutches in his hand were clenched tightly, and the joints were obviously white.

However, it is only necessary to make him delay for a while. As long as he waits, his long-cherished wish for many years will be realized......

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"If you're not mistaken, the green plants you cultivated were what you told us at the time, and they were used to give those dead spirits a home and sustenance." As he spoke, Talos pulled out a small wooden plaque from his coat pocket that he had found under the children's pillows.

"Second, you want to use the immature bodies of these children to reshape those who have died in the Battle of Twilight."

As he spoke, Talos' hand squeezed violently.

When he opened his hand again, the small wooden card had been crushed by the spiritual power into fine pieces of wood and scattered on the ground.

"Stop! Do you know what you're doing? ”

The moment the small wooden sign was destroyed, the curator's already old face suddenly distorted.

The facial features are huddled together because of anxiety and anger. not only lost the usual kind appearance, but also showed an indescribable weirdness.

He desperately threw out the whip bone in his hand, and a voice in his heart told him that the two demon envoys in front of him could not stay!

As long as they are alive, as long as they are in front of their eyes, they will surely destroy his plans. He had been planning for a long time before he could get the plan to sprout......

……

At that time, in the Battle of Twilight, due to the lack of spirits to make armed dolls, as he said before, many people began to wantonly capture demons and beasts.

Many innocuous demons have not escaped the hands of those people.

At that time, it was still a spirit living in this bush, and although it had the power to transform into a human form, it had never intended to get involved in the battle between the demon envoys.

But at that time, the battle of Twilight River was widely involved, and it had been trying to protect the spirits that lived in this bush, but it eventually neglected.

Until that day, a large number of children living in this forest disappeared and did not return. It realized that the war had spread here.

It arrives in the village full of resentment, almost red-eyed to get revenge on those who wantonly capture spirits.

But when they were really ready to do it, they found that those people were so cruel that they didn't even let go of some seriously ill or injured magic envoys, and sent out all their dying spirits as supplies.

It felt pity for a moment, so it abandoned its old appearance and simply settled down in this village. A memorial was erected to give the last solace to the spirits who had died.

But people are always greedy and selfish, and by chance, it discovered that someone had captured underage spirits in the forest and sold them openly.

If it was to resist the invasion of the night in the first place, he had to rely on capturing spirits to supply the needs of the war.

So, what about now?

However, because the production of armed dolls will not be stopped, and there are always some underground black markets that spirits can handle, they have been captured again and again to satisfy their own selfish desires.

The curator was chilled, it wanted to return to the forest, but at the crack in the barrier, it encountered the Yeren who was trying to blend in.

I wanted to take action to get rid of him, but what Yeren is best at is peeking into people's hearts.

With the slightest crack, he could expand it infinitely.

Thus, the seeds of revenge began to sprout in the curator's heart. If he can't solve the problem in a gentle way, then he will have to pay the price for the people of the village.

Since then, the curator has been cultivating greenery to regather the fragments of the spirits that have been destroyed, and then purify them with the power of the knotted rope.

During this period, it also selected a few children with spiritual power as targets, and when everything was ready, it could transplant those spirits into the children's bodies with the help of Na Yeren, so that they could reawaken!

In exchange, if it succeeds, it will help the night to remove the barrier in the surrounding woods, leaving them unimpeded.

Although this was undoubtedly igniting the fire, the curator at that time didn't care so much.

Since people are greedy and selfish, what about allowing themselves to be selfish once?

As the time gradually ripened, the old curator wanted these people to also taste the pain of losing their children, because for it, the little demons who once lived in the forest were equivalent to its children.

But Rin and Talos suddenly came to the village at this time to investigate the past spirits and armed dolls.

And the people in the village took advantage of the situation to point the finger at them.

It didn't want to involve innocent people, but she didn't expect that the magic envoy she had underestimated would dig up all the things it had been planning for a long time!

Retracting his thoughts, he saw the old curator's whip bones colliding and impacting quickly in this small space.

Through the walls on both sides, and the lack of space, it is difficult to predict the trajectory of the wandering towards Talos again and again.

Rin was protected by Talos due to his injury, and being in such a terrain would have been extremely disadvantageous for them, but Talos looked unimpressed.

Just blocked the attack of the whip bone with his arms, and was not in a hurry to counterattack.

Talos is not good at enchantment, and the long knife that was originally taken out of Twilight's spirit body has also been damaged, and there is no usable spirit weapon until now.

But Ren Talos's spiritual power was strong, and under such repeated attacks, obvious scars had appeared on his arms.

The body of the doll is so white and smooth.

In order to maintain this state and the characteristics that are not easily damaged, the maker will mix his spiritual power into the stone powder, and then after countless times of polishing and spiritual power injection, he can finally make a perfect body.

Looking at the traces left on the body that should have been perfect, Rin Rin only felt a little distressed.

At this moment, the midnight bell suddenly rang.

Out of nowhere, it spreads into the cavern and reverberates.

"It's time, it's ......" the curator seemed to be muttering to himself, and the whip bone in his hand, which was still frantically attacking, also stopped with the ringing of the bell at this time.

Rin watched this scene, completely unaware of what was going on. What spirits, what reshapes. And, why would Talos know this.

She was in a state of confusion the whole time, and now seeing the curator in front of her suddenly excited about the ringing of the bell made her even more confused.

"yes, it's time. It's time for you to get to the bottom of it. ”

Talos stroked the slight scratches on his arm, originally he just wanted to delay the time, but he didn't expect to pay a bit of a big price.

If your body is damaged, then it will be a bit of trouble.

But the old curator in front of him didn't seem to understand his words, but he suddenly pierced his finger with the whip bone.

Blood dripped on the ground, blooming countless crimson flowers. He didn't know what kind of spell was being muttered, and then there were a few sounds like the strings of a taut string suddenly breaking.

“…… What did you guys do! The curator yelled almost hysterically and tried to stop his bleeding wounds, but it was too late.

Those formation techniques that he had carefully arranged did not take effect.

"We didn't do anything, but the night man who cooperated with you is afraid that he will never come back." Talos's voice was cold, not half a minute of temperature.

And these words also completely broke the last line of defense of the old curator.

"Such a long time of preparation, in vain, all in vain!"

The curator was talking to himself, staring blankly as the blood on the ground gradually seeped into the soil and quickly dried up.

Due to the time to summon the spirits, and the power of Yeren was gone, the silk threads that had been transplanted into the children's bodies began to break one after another.

As soon as Yeren died, there was no one to help him summon the spirits he had worked so hard to gather.

And the children who were originally asleep also began to wake up at this time.