The Great Witch shook his head: "I don't know, maybe I won't wake up." Sanma, our stockade is coming to an end. ”

When he said the second half of the sentence, the Great Witch's tone was very serious, and the mountain horse's eyes widened: "Didn't the Great King find a way to eliminate the mountain demon?" I heard from the people of the village that the king's army had entered the mountain pass. ”

The Great Witch shook his head: "It wasn't the mountain demon that made the village perish, it was the plague. King Yelang had prophesied that there would be a blood plague sweeping through Dazhai, and Utuo was the only one who could cure everyone, but now, Utuo had also fallen. Yamama, I plan to tell the king about the plague when he returns, and if I die, you should leave here immediately and go to King Yoro. ”

Yamama looked a little anxious: "Why did the Great Witch say that? ”

The Great Witch sighed and said, "The current king is not the same as before. When the king came to me in the afternoon, I knew that he had changed. King Yelang had prophesied that if I was killed by the king, the plague would not destroy the whole stockade, but if I were still alive, it would be you who died. ”

Yamama was speechless, just staring at Dawu in a daze.

The Great Witch stood up and said the last words to the mountain horse: "If Uto can't survive tonight, bury him." ”

With that, the Great Witch left the hut.

When he came out of the house, his face was as dead as ashes, and he looked ten years older.

I feel that both the Black King and the Great Witch before the change know that something will definitely happen this night, both of them have received a prophecy from the Yelang King, but the prophecy of the Great Witch is a plague, and the prophecy that the Black King has received is that once the sacred tree withers, all the people in the village will die.

These two different prophecies seem to have caused a disagreement between the Black King and the Great Witch, the Black King is bound to make sure that the sacred tree does not wither in order to keep the people of Dazhai, while the Great Witch does not seem to care about the sacred tree, he only cares about the people in Dazhai.

The villagers are still pouring out of the village, and a long dragon has formed on the road to Dazhai.

Still walking around the crowd, we walked behind him, and just as he left the entrance of the village, the sight shook violently again.

In this shaking, the Great Witch and the villagers at the entrance of the village gradually disappeared, and when these things had stabilized, I saw the Black King and his army triumphing from the other side of the mountain pass.

I looked at the size of the group, and it was no different from when he left the village, and it seemed that he had indeed found a way to deal with the mountain demons, but when the group left the village, they were still imposing, but when they came back, they seemed to be lifeless.

The Black King was holding a thick tree root in his hand, and there were blood stains on the tip of the root, which should be the "head" of the mountain demon.

It was clear that the Black King and his army had won, but I could not see any joy in the Black King's face, he had no expression, and his posture was a little stiff when he walked, like a walking corpse.

When they looked at Dazhai, they seemed to see not the place where they lived, but a huge slaughterhouse built of wood and stone, and those villagers gathered outside the gate of Dazhai were lambs to be slaughtered.

By this point I had realized that the last thing I wanted to see was going to happen.

But no one knows what the Black King and his men had experienced in the mountain pass.

When the Black King and his soldiers walked to the gate of Dazhai, they were greeted by the cheers of the villagers, there were so many people there that we didn't dare to go over, so we just watched from a distance.

A few rattan soldiers climbed the wall along the rope, and after a while, the gate was opened, and the residents outside began to pour into the village.

Liang Houzai once said that the Black King's army killed 10,000 people on this night and then committed suicide. I can't count how many villagers there are outside the village, but I know that outside the large area outside the walled gate, there are dense human heads everywhere, just like a black oppressed ant colony, after the gate is opened, they are also like ant colonies slowly "flowing" into the walled gate.

Liu Shangang patted me, and when I looked at him, I saw him stretch out a hand and point to the east side of the wall.

By the moonlight, I saw Da Wu Zhen walking along a small road towards Dazhai, and when he came to the wall, he stopped, looked at the flow of people slowly entering Dazhai, and sighed long.

"It seems that he wants to enter the village from that direction, which is just right to avoid the crowds and the central square of the village," Liu said. ”

We immediately followed, and saw that the Great Witch had come to the east of the stockade, and next to the east wall was a very dense grove. After the witch burrowed into the forest, he struggled to weave between the trees and the crevices of the trees.

He finally came to the root of the east wall of the stockade, slapped the wall twice with his right hand, and then pushed hard, and a secret door appeared at the bottom of the wooden wall, and on the other side of the secret door, it was connected to the dwelling of the great witch.

Since the secret door was small, and the witch had closed it when he entered, we didn't have time to keep up with him. Only with the help of a tree closest to the wall of the village to climb into the village.

It is a very unwise act to plant trees along the city walls, if during the war years, it is easy for the enemy's fine work to climb the trees into the village, as we do now. Judging from the height of these trees, the forest was here a long time ago, and the Black King was able to let it exist for so long, and it seemed very certain that there would be no war in Dazhai.

As soon as we entered Dazhai, we heard the sound of villagers cheering and singing from the center of the village, and a large-scale celebration banquet had begun.

But Da Wu's residence is far from the center of the village, and in this place, there are no revelers to be seen.

Through the window, I saw the Great Witch pacing around the room, and he looked very anxious, walking rapidly through the room, and from time to time he looked up and looked out of the window.

Then he took out a dehaired animal skin and wrote a few words on it, but apparently he did not write all the things he wanted to write, and after a few hasty strokes, he got up again and walked around the room.

Liang Houzai glanced at the words on the animal skin, and couldn't help frowning: "He hesitated." He was now considering whether to tell the Black King about the plague. ”

While in the village, the Great Witch told Samma that if he told the Black King about the plague, he would most likely die, but if he survived, all the people in the village would die.

At that time, the Great Witch's tone was very resolute, as if as soon as he returned to the village, he would go to the Black King.

But when the time finally came for a choice, Dawu still hesitated. Life and death, his own life and the lives of tens of thousands of villagers, he can only choose one.

After walking around the room for a few moments, the witch's expression turned painful, and he crouched on the ground with his head in his hands, muttering to himself in a voice I couldn't even hear.

Then he became very angry, he grabbed the magic weapons on the table, and threw them on the ground one by one, he opened his mouth wide and roared silently, but he did not dare to make a sound, as if he was afraid that the people in the stockade would hear.

At this time, I realized that the calm and gentle Great Witch in front of the Black King and the people was actually a very fragile person in his heart. He hated his hesitation and cowardice, but he could not overcome himself. He wants to vent, but he is afraid that others will find out about his vulnerability.

He tossed around the room for a while, but in the end, he compromised.

After smashing the last artifact on the table, the Great Witch sat down in the corner, leaning his head against the wall, and let out a long sigh, after which his gaze became a little hollow.

Liang Houzai couldn't help but sigh: "He gave up." ”

The Great Witch just tilted his head and didn't make any other move for a long time.

The village was full of people, laughter and noise were intertwined, it seemed very chaotic, I don't know when, the carnival crowd gradually quieted down, and the village became silent.

I had a bad feeling that the slaughter might be about to happen.

After a moment of silence, someone shouted, "Help ......"

The latter word was not uttered.

Although I knew that something would happen sooner or later, my heart trembled when I heard the word.

Immediately afterwards, there was another uproar in the stockade, this time louder than before.

I almost subconsciously rushed to the center of Dazhai, only to find that the crowd gathered there was still partying, dancing around the clusters of bonfires, and they were so excited that they couldn't help themselves.

Dozens of rattan soldiers were carrying a few mouthfuls of the big ding towards this side, and the spicy aroma similar to wine wafted from the ding, but in addition to the spicy fragrance, there was also a heavy sour and rotten smell.

I heard someone in the crowd excitedly shouting, "Wine! The king has enjoyed the wine! ”

It wasn't until then that I reacted, the previous "help" was actually a shout of "wine", and the reason why the carnival crowd calmed down was probably because they saw the big ding of wine.

In this era, it is very good to have enough food to eat, very few people will have surplus grain to make wine, although Dazhai is rich, but no one uses the way of wine to consume food. The Black King's wine must have been stored for a long time, and I saw that those copper tripods were covered with thick dust, and I thought that he also saved these wines to take them out and enjoy them with the villagers on such special days.

The rattan armor soldiers lined up the Dading in two columns and placed it in the center of the village, and the black king raised his right hand high and shouted at the crowd: "Drink as much as you want." ”

When he spoke, there was no expression on his face, but the crowd gathered in the center of Dazhai immediately boiled.

Everyone took all kinds of cups to Dading to serve wine, otherwise men, women and children, everyone more or less got some wine, but just the wine in these copper tripods is not enough for so many people to drink together.

Many people have a horn cup in their hand, but they are reluctant to drink the wine inside, so they keep holding such a cup and partying with others.

Compared to these revelers, the Black King's face has never had any expression, and the rattan armor soldiers stationed in the village also pressed their helmets very low, and the fire shone on the helmets, and the eyes of the soldiers were all hidden in the shadows.

After a long time, the Black King raised his right hand again, and now he had an additional glass made of black horns, and he shouted, "Drink this wine!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the reveling crowd first quieted down for a moment, and then, everyone raised the wine glasses in their hands, and together with the Black King, drank all the wine in the glasses.

The Black King's gaze swept over everyone's faces, and then he picked the corners of his mouth and smiled very satisfied, and he tossed the croissant aside, and then danced around the nearest bonfire, and as he went, chanting incantations that I did not understand.

Liang Houzai suddenly frowned: "He's going to commit murder!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the Black King suddenly stopped, he turned around, and yelled at the crowd: "Moth! ”