"With such a large curse...... Vincent slowly drew his sword and took a stance, "There won't be anything here!"

"It's useless for you to draw your sword, Vincent. Alfer reminded Vincent, "Most monsters in the cursed scenario are useless with physical damage alone. ”

"Isn't that still to see what the hell is rushing over?" Vincent said, and everyone faintly heard the sound of horses' hooves.

"There's only one," Vinson told Alver, "but the gait is not normal, like ...... Hurt or drunk?"

In the thick fog, the outline of the horse was gradually revealed, and it was not until the horse walked a distance of about ten steps from everyone that he could barely see the appearance of the horse......

The face of the horse was covered with wounds, rolled outward, stained with dirt and wood chips, the horse's eyes were gray and white, lifeless, most of the flesh of the horse's abdomen had been torn off, and the remaining internal organs were dragged from the abdominal cavity to the ground, and the muscles of the horse's legs were covered with sharp tooth marks, and the muscles were missing, which is why the horse's gait was abnormal! The horse's hair was stained with coagulated blood, and the mane was clumped in strands.

The smell of blood and entrails filled the air, and the mutilated horses were still walking towards them.

Alfer took out the short staff given by the headmaster and went into a state of alertness, feeling his palms sweat a little.

"Don't attack first," Milan suggested, "go around." ”

Everyone carefully gave way to the horses in a defensive manner.

The horse did not react, but walked straight to the back door of the village and passed through, and almost at the same time as the horse's butt disappeared through the back door, the horse's head appeared through the back door and entered the village.

"The horse is trapped in a moment of death," Alver shook his head, "it wants to escape, it's pathetic......"

"Who could have cursed so badly, what a magic power!" Vincent was a little shocked.

"You don't need any magic, the feelings are strong enough, and then you can meet the right motivating items, and you're good to go. "Let's go to the center of the village, find a solution, and see if there are any normal people trapped here." ”

Faint cries and groans of pain seemed to surround the crowd, and on the way to the center of the village, Alph saw more than one scarred horse roaming in search of a way out.

The further he walked towards the center of the village, the stronger the smell of blood became, but there were no corpses around, only blood stains all over the ground, and Alfer couldn't help but retch.

Vincent took out a handkerchief, folded it diagonally in half, covered Elver's nose and mouth, and tied a dead knot at the back of his head.

"Is it better?" asked Vincent, worried.

"Also... It's OK. "The handkerchief was freshly washed, with a faint soapy smell mixed with the aroma of citrus essential oils. "Thank you, Vincent. ”

"What's polite! If you vomit here, I'll vomit too. Vincent laughed, "You look like a masked thief." ”

A group of people found nothing in the center of the village, the curse seemed to just trap people here, there were no monsters or any other dangers, Milan suggested working in pairs, searching room by room, carving a fork with a dagger at the door of the searched house, Headmaster Krent waiting by the well in the center of the village, and everyone rushed back to report any findings.

The old headmaster was not worried about the two children acting alone, until Vincent repeatedly promised that if there was any danger, he would directly pull Alfer to the well and never fight head-on;

Vincent stammered his thanks to Milan, and inexplicably complimented Milan's team on their equipment. Milan smiled happily and gently urged Vincent to hurry up and search the house.

"Vincent......" Alfer drew a big cross on the door panel of the first house, "you can't be in love with Miss Milan, are you?"

Vincent was holding a ceramic jar and looking at it seriously, and when he heard Alver ask, he almost threw it out.

"Don't talk nonsense! Miss Milan and I ...... How old is the lady!" Vincent blushed as he set up the ceramic jar, and then admitted in a low voice, "I'm just attracted to her, she's really good-looking!"

Alph wanted to laugh, but he couldn't help it, shook his head and didn't answer, there were no important clues in this room, there was no need to search further, on the left was a burned house, there was no need to go in and see, and the house on the right was still standing, but I don't know where it creaked.

"Is that ......" Vincent hesitated for a moment, then turned to Elver to discuss, "shall we go directly to the Headmaster, or shall we go and see first?" ”

Alver thought about it and decided to go inside and have a look.

"If there's something wrong, run again, at least figure out what the sound is coming from. ”