Glenn and Plum did not sit back for long, and there was a bitter cry from a low, crude, mud hut dwelling that was more of a charcoal burner's house, and that he and his three children lived far away from the villagers but closer to the woods because of the need to burn charcoal. The priest of Ilmut had reminded him of this, and he had promised to move to the cellar of the church tonight, and no one expected that the bats would come so quickly, so much, that they lifted the grass roof of the mud hut and climbed in one by one, and the charcoal burner had just left, and his eldest daughter had escaped with scars, and the youngest daughter, who had just learned to walk, was taken away by a bat like a vole, and was missing, and they were the sons of a young child, like the old cow, crawled all over their bodies by bats, and they spread their wings and overlapped them, covering him impermeable。

The charcoal burner carried a torch and his axe to kill and drive away the bat, but his son was dead, his chest was open, his ribs were bent and poking out, his muscles were atrophied and collapsed, and the holes were so dense that they took on a lifeless grayish-white color—his father dropped the torch in disbelief and reached out to caress his son's bitten face, only to find that his belly was still weakly heaving. The charcoal burner told himself that this was impossible, perhaps because his eyes had been poisoned by the smoke for too long to properly discern what was in front of him...... It was impossible for his son to live, having eaten most of his lungs and heart, but a glimmer of hope of luck made him eagerly move his hand to the boy's swollen belly - it moved again, and before the charcoal-burner could react, a pair of small sharp teeth dug deep into his palm, and he fell backwards with the same scream that the thief and Memmy had heard.

A greedy bat burrowed into the boy's body and feasted on it to its heart's content, sensing the threat when the charcoal-burner's fingers touched it through its stomach. So without a hint of hesitation, he tore open the victim's stomach and bit the palm of the hand that disturbed his peaceful meal.

Gülen's adamantite dagger severed half of the little monster's head with precision, and the charcoal-burner let out a cry of even greater pain, its teeth digging deeper - the thief scurried around the small, dimly lit mud hut with a light step, so short that even the petite Memmy had to keep her head down, and when he was sure that there were no bats left, he rekindled the torches, and the scorching flames added warmth to the room, making it feel safer, and even the murky air became less foul-smelling.

He ...... Are you still alive?" said Memmy, nervously, "I don't have a cure. ”

"He just needs a little elderberry ash. The thief said, "If not." Then grass ash will do," he knelt down, and looked at the palm that had been soaked black with charcoal ash, half of the bat's head still attached to it, and the rest of the eye was full of triumph - don't ask the thief how he could see it, the skull was gone, so that the thief could take a closer look at the structure, and he raised the pure gold dagger, which weighed more than three times the weight of a normal dagger. It was also more than a third in length, and the weapon, which was closer to a dagger than a dagger, was as light as a feather in his hand, and he placed the charcoal-burner's arm on his knee and pressed it against his left arm. It took only three strokes to cut off all but the teeth, which were now white and exposed, and the canines were almost the same length as Meme's little fingers, bent, and the other teeth. That is, the incisors, which are triangular and have serrations. When pierced into the flesh, it is like an arrow with a barb, and it is difficult to pull it out.

Glenn roasted his dagger on the torch, and when the hot dagger touched the charcoalburner's skin, his palm instinctively shrunk, but the thief was far more powerful than him, and he clamped it tightly, and the dagger pierced the palm of his hand, cut open the wound, and picked out the bloody teeth with the tip, which was so painful that the charcoaler fainted halfway through the work.

The thief stood up and ordered Memmy to give the wretched man a little ash, and he took all his teeth in his hands, went to a clay pot with water, washed them, and admired them for a while in the flickering light of the torches.

"It's not a fruit bat's tooth. Mr. Carey said he had heard the cry of grief, but he was rescuing a couple of lovers who had been surrounded by a swarm of bats, and they had secretly gone out for a private meeting, so they couldn't escape back to the sturdy house in time.

"What do fruit bats' teeth look like?" Gülen asked, uninterested in what a bat's teeth looked like, but he knew that the most important thing to please others was to talk more about what he was good at and what he liked.

"It's thin and long, not so hard. The Ranger said, taking a tooth from the thief's open hand and scratching the edge of the pot, which immediately left a clear mark on it.

"Do you know?" said Gülen, "I know something interesting from the priest of Ilmot. ”

"I've speculated," said Kerryben, "that I suspect this is a shrine." ”

The thief nodded.

The sacrificial ground is a popular saying, when a red-robed, a dragon, or a priest of an evil god wants to achieve something that requires a large number of human sacrifices, they will magically demarcate an area where all humans and humanoids in the area (a settlement, a village, a town, or even a city) will be regarded as sacrifices, and in order to ensure that there are no accidents, they will drive their slaves, goblins, Little devils, etc., or polluted animals and plants, or release a small lock, lest the people inside find out that something is wrong and escape.

Otherwise, even if this small village is so poor that it can't even scrape together a few silver coins, but since their priest is a follower of Ilmut, the priests of Ilmut have no reason to sit idly by, not to mention that there is no need for any reward, as long as they can drive out evil, they can be satisfied and happy, and the white robes and knights of the other good gods.

"The pastor hid it from us. Gülen suppressed her unhappiness.

Ranger sighed, "Maybe he just wants a favor." ”

"Drag us into the maelstrom of death?"

"There's a good chance we'll be in this arena in the first place. ”

"Or maybe not," the thief raised his voice, "he could have asked us for help from the outside world, but he didn't, he deliberately lured us into the village so that we would have to fight for our lives - for our lives - Ilmot, who should be cursed ten thousand times......!

"Gülen!"

"All right, sage," said Gülen, "whatever you want—this is the end of it," he looked out dejectedly. It was already dark, and "What else can we do?"

The number of casualties was more than twenty, and the number of wounds that had not yet healed was a great trauma for this small village of only about 300 people - especially since the casualties included a number of strong adults, who were gathered and moved to the church in Ilmut, the only house in the village to be built entirely of stone and brick, while the others were busy sealing the windows and reinforcing the roof with earth and stones.

Baldwin, Kerryburn, Cremar, Glenn and Memmy were also gathered into one room. That was the room where Bedwin was supposed to recuperate, and the thief leaned against the window, knocking on the glass, which was not a good glass, green in color, but fortunately it was very heavy.

The priest of Ilmot stood in the center of the room, like a criminal about to be judged, and he behaved the same, he was so sorry. So uneasy, and at a loss.

"I'm sorry, I don't need to say it," Berdwin was the first to break the silence in the house, "I have ...... too," he wanted to say that he had his own people and warriors, and that every loss of life was a deep mark carved into his heart by the god of death. He knew better than anyone in the room why the priest was doing what he did, but he also remembered that he was no longer the master of Thundercastle, that he had lost the qualifications and ability to have them, "there were times when he had to make a choice...... he said cryptically, "for you." There is nothing wrong with this, you are not doing it for yourself, but for the sake of these villagers - your actions are commendable. You don't need to be ashamed of that. ”

"What if he's ashamed enough to kill himself because of this?" Gülen whispered disdainfully, "He's dragged us into this trap." ”

Memmy bit her lip, as a priest of Flo, as herself, she agreed with the thieves, but as a woman with a soft spot for the gray-haired warrior, she immediately betrayed Glenn and herself.

"I think," said the priest with difficulty, "I still have to say, I'm sorry - I can't trust you - there was also a small caravan passing by before you arrived, and among them were hired adventurers, who left at once after being warned by me, and I cried out and begged them to bring me news for help, but...... They didn't come back, and there was not the slightest sign that the outside world had discovered what was going on here. ”

"So you wisely chose silence when we came. Gülen said, "You are a stupid and despicable fellow. ”

"I admit it," said the pastor, "but I am not standing here to seek your forgiveness. ”

"You still want our help," Glenn stroked his dagger, "then you don't have to bother, we're going to have to do that now—but how do you think we're not going to retaliate?" he stuck out the tip of his scarlet tongue and licked the air, "Even if there is an elf among us, please believe me, I can kill you all." ”

"I can get paid. The pastor said, "I know a secret and a treasure associated with it." ”

The thief finally turned his gaze to him, "I've heard that from everyone who is dying...... "He muttered.

"And almost every man has said that to me. Mei Mi muttered and added.

"Originally, I didn't believe it. The priest of Ilmot said, "But do you remember the bat cave I talked about?" and he saw a blank look.

"With all due respect," said the thief, "you seem to have only said it to me. ”

The priest thought for a moment and rubbed his fingers in embarrassment: "Uh...... Yes," he repeated, he had said to the thief, "and in fact it was not a natural cavern, but a former mansion of the Lich— It is said that his castle was originally standing on the top of the woods, and that he was the lord of the land, and that his people knew who he really was, and out of fear, they burned down his castle, and they thought he was long gone, but no, he built a vast underground palace under the castle, like the dwarves, in which he studied spells, experimented, and accumulated his power. A party of adventurers occasionally discovers the secret in the ruins of the castle, and they are slaughtered by the Lich, but before that, the caster of the team sends a message to his Mentor, and then, as the bards sing, the followers of the Good God come here, and they not only kill the Lich but also destroy his life box- In his last moments on earth, the evil undead claimed to have a spellbook that could overturn a nation upside down, a plane tumult, and even destroy and create a god, and if the white-robed ones were willing to return the fatebox, he would give it to the temple or temple of the god they believed in. ”

"Clumsy sowing discord. Kerry commented.

"Those guys don't just believe that, do they?" asked the thief with interest.

"No," said the priest of Ilmut, "but just as they were destroying the Death Box, a terrible force swept through the palace like never before, and everything was destroyed—only one of them barely survived...... He was one of Ilmot's most devout followers, having lost one of his eyes in the Holocaust, an unknown curse ruining his throat, and even with Ilmot's patronage he could only slowly gain a recognizable glimmer of light over the years that followed, but he left a record of it. ”

"I have glanced at this account by accident in the sanctuary of Ilmot, but have questioned its authenticity, for the respectable man could only grope his fingers with the remaining glimmer of light, so some of the handwriting was overlapping, messy, and inconsistent. ”

"Didn't the white-robes look at this place again?" asked the thief.

"Of course," said the priest, "but they found nothing." ”

"Did you find anything?"

"Neither did I," said the priest, pulling out a fragment from his inner robe, which was a quarter the size of his palm: "I dug it out of the belly of a bat." (To be continued......)

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