At the edge of the woods where the two of them landed was a small Terran village. Wooden and stone houses live next to each other, and a stone road runs through the village, and the dirt paths between the houses and the houses are a place for children to play. Every household has its own small courtyard where quilts, rice, cured meats and other things are dried. In the little smoke rising from the chimney, a medieval pastoral picture came into view.

Set against the backdrop of dangerous but also abundant forests, the village, despite its history, is still alive and well, and it seems that it could be expanded again at any time.

Of course, that bit of history is based on the human view of time, that is, four or five generations, a time span of two or three hundred years. For the immortals, this village has only been established for a long time.

"So, grandpa, I'm leaving." A Shota beckoned to the old man who was sorting the rice in his yard.

It was a lovely boy, though only with half-length brown hair, dressed in the most ordinary burlap clothes, and with a few small scars on his body. But whether it is a chubby face shape, or a low and thin body, especially a neutral behavior, it is enough to make some special people shout: How to fall in love with different genders!

Coupled with the basket on his back that is not much different from his height, it brings out the cuteness of Xiao Zhengtai.

"Go early and come back early, and remember, come back when you're done, there's still things to do, don't come back late." Also, don't go deep into the woods and stay safe. The old man didn't stop what he was doing, he just nodded to Xiao Zhengtai, and the old woman who came out of the door chattered to Xiao Zhengtai about what she had said countless times.

"Got it, Grandma." Xiao Zhengtai did not have any disgust with this, and after smiling sweetly at his grandmother, he walked towards the gate of the village.

"Good morning, little Leon." "Good morning, Uncle Will." "Yo, it's little Leon, good morning." "Good morning." It was the beginning of the day, and everyone in the village came out of the house to greet their acquaintances who passed by, and Leon was among them, smiling in response.

It's just a small village, and apart from the lords here, it's probably only known to the nearby natives and merchants. No outsiders come to the village for a whole year, and to everyone in the village who knows each other well, the whole village is more like a big family.

"Good morning, little Leon." An aunt on the side of the road greeted warmly, "Look at this situation, are you going out today, are you still going to help the family?" ”

Leon greeted his familiar aunt with a smile: "Good morning, Aunt Orr." I'm going to pick some mushrooms today, and I'm going to pick up some firewood on the way, and my grandmother said that I will drink mushroom soup at home at noon today. ”

"Oh, yes. Hey, that bastard boy in my family hasn't gotten up yet. If that kid had little Leon, it would be too worry-free. After the aunt sighed helplessly, she waved her hand and instructed, "Be careful on that road, don't go into the depths of the woods." ”

"Well, I see, Aunt Orr, I won't go too deep."

Although his appearance is often misunderstood, as a boy, Leon already helps the family with household chores at a very young age. For this village, or rather, the world, a 10-year-old child is already half an adult.

Maybe the children of rich and noble families are still playing at this time, or they are concentrating on their studies. But for Leon, who has never left the village, from a very young age, he must begin to share the burden of his family.

The whole village is not very large, and it only took Leon a few minutes to reach the gate at the exit of the village. It was a line of defense made up of two heavy wooden gates. Although the wooden gates are made of wood, they are almost 1 meter thick, and with the iron sheets on the doors, these two gates are more than enough to withstand most dangers.

Starting from these two gates, the entire village is surrounded by a thick stone wall with battlements and shooting ports, and watchtowers at the four corners of the village. The stone wall itself is even up to 4 meters thick and up to 6 meters high.

Moreover, the village has a whole mercenary group of more than 50 people sitting here all year round, thirsting for the abundant products in the depths of the woods, and at the same time helping the villagers defend against enemies from all walks of life.

Compared to the village itself, this defense is completely beyond the meaning of its existence. Even in the Middle Demon World, it is at least a town-level town that can afford it.

However, for this world, if there is no such defense, it is impossible to survive.

The world is not safe, or more precisely, extremely dangerous in this world. You need to be ready to die at all times. Warcraft, bandits, weather, etc., all of which can take your life anytime, anywhere.

For example, the forest right next to the village is not dangerous at all if you look at the entire continent. But even so, it is a mortal danger to ordinary travelers.

Of course, under the daily clearing, there are no dangerous animals at the edge of the woods, close to the villages. And Leon, who has been to this forest many times to collect mushrooms, only intends to collect mushrooms and firewood at the edge this time, and will not go deep into the woods and will not encounter any danger.

"Yo, little Leon, I'm going to the woods this time, why don't you come with my uncles?" Rest assured, we won't go too deep this time, there will be no danger, and by the way, we can take care of it. ”

"No, Uncle Oryk, grandma said she had some things to do when she got back, so let me not go into the woods for too long."

"Well, forget it, be careful yourself."

After greeting the mercenaries who had gathered at the entrance of the village and were about to go deep into the woods, Leon hummed happily and walked towards the woods without looking back.

Little did Leon know that this departure would be a farewell to the village and his family.

———— bell, one of the main supporting roles appears (sprinkled with flowers————

Not far from the village, in the shade of a large rock, a group of people dressed in black robes, their faces covered in the shadow of their hoods, gathered. Division of labor and cooperation, without any superfluous noise to do their own work. From time to time, some eerie green flames appeared, or bones of various races, including skulls, during the actions of this group.

Dark, weird, terrifying, and if you add that almost smellable smell of blood, even the most ordinary people only need to look at them to know that these people are definitely not good people.

They are villains, and they are villains among villains, and they don't have to worry about killing the wrong person if they are killed directly~.

But until now, they have not been killed by any brave people passing by, or known by others that they have gathered here, for a simple reason.

Just on the edge of the avenue behind a group of people, the completely destroyed vehicles and human bodies have said it all.

"Huh? Where is it? "One who was just looking at the others, without any action himself, seemed to sense something, as the leader of the group, and looked in the direction of the woods at the edge of the village.

"What's wrong, sir?" The black-robed man in the adjutant position next to the leader stepped forward and asked.

“…… No, nothing. The leader pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "When the operation begins, double the number of hounds sent to that woods." ”

"Yes, sir."

"So, how's the preparation for the operation?"

"The manpower, supplies, etc. are all complete, and the sacrifices are almost ready, ready to start."

Letting go of thinking about what had happened before, the leader asked the adjutant a few questions, then clapped his hands gently, and in an instant, this temporary improvised camp was completely quiet, and everyone put down what they were doing and quietly looked at the leader on the side.

"You've probably heard it many times before you're here, but I'll say it again. Remember to me that this action is extremely important to us, and if something goes wrong, you know the consequences! ”

"Give you three minutes to pack up what you're doing, and then get started!"

"Yes, sir!" After everyone bowed to the leader, they immediately turned back to deal with their own affairs, and the speed of processing was countless times faster, compared to before, it was simply a difference between heaven and earth.

Three minutes later, there was no one left in the improvised camp. However, there are still many traces of a group of people here, and it is very obvious that the identity, behavior and whereabouts of this group of people are here.

Of course, this is not because of carelessness, or haste, to stay. To be precise, it's because there's no longer a need to bother with sweeping the tail. Even if this place is discovered, it will have no effect on what happens next.

Out of trust in the information obtained and the importance of the operation, the leader ignored the slightest anomalous fluctuation he perceived, and the illusion that he was uneasy about what was going to happen.

This is very common, and everyone can have this delusion when they are about to do something big about themselves.

Because of this, coupled with his confidence in his own strength, although the leader made corresponding arrangements, he only strengthened his vigilance and made up his mind to start acting immediately.

Perhaps in a normal time, or in a place, the leader thinks and does the right thing.

But this time is different, this fluctuation is not an illusion, but real. And this is not an ordinary fluctuation, it is a spatial fluctuation that only occurs after there is an abnormality in the space.

It's just that for ordinary people, even some strong people, as long as there is not enough space to be affinity, this fluctuation will not be noticed at all. Even if you feel it, you will only be regarded as your own delusion and forgotten in the back of your mind.

That's right, this fluctuation was caused by the two of them when they came to this plane, and the direction that the leader noticed was the location of the two of them.

Those measures can be said to be using the mantis arm as a car, not measuring their own strength, and it can even be said that they are dying by themselves. After all, the more hounds searched, the easier it was for the two of them to be exposed.

And the result of exposure?

Well, in terms of consequentialism, in fact, no matter what decision the leader makes, when they choose this village as their goal, they are already rushing towards the result of destruction, the difference is only how much longer they can live.

If they immediately change targets or cease operations...... Well, that's just a false proposition.