"I have found a way to a better home, and I have seen the dawn of a happy life. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info come with me, and I'll lead you there. The smile of the gods is not only here, but also elsewhere. We should not stick here and know forever, we can't just sit here and wait to die because of the erosion of the white devil and the cunning prey! I myself have developed, look at what I am wearing! Look at my ruddy face! I have my own pasture, my own field, and even my own home! But I have come back, and I want to share this with you! Just as I once shared my prey with you! Dear fathers and relatives, come with me! I'm on a quest for a better life! You ......."

He stopped, and there was a terrifying roar from the crowd. Silver Dust on the edge of the crowd suddenly turned his head and looked at those who were timid and self-contained, both old and young, their eyes were full of disgusting horror, anger, panic and confusion, as well as the deep-seated cowardice and ignorance hidden under these superficial emotions.

For a moment, he suddenly felt that he was ridiculous, and he would actually think that such an ignorant group of people was a simple and sincere friend, but after thinking about it, maybe such simplicity and sincerity came from this cowardice and ignorance?

"How is it possible? Isn't it possible for a knowledgeable person to have sincerity?" Yinchen calmed down and quietly observed the development of the situation.

"Blasphemy, this is blasphemy against the sacred. The old man shouted. "Give him the punishment he deserves! He has lost his mind and dared to mock the law laid down so many years ago. He deserves to die!"

"Agreed, and the capital punishment was carried out after three days. The young and lovely shrine maiden spoke a second time, and every syllable was blankly unanimous, as if it were not the sound of a living person's mouth. Silver Dust looked up at her for a second, then withdrew his gaze.

"Giant, mind yourself and don't get into trouble. These were the third and last words spoken by the shrine maiden today.

The force was escorted down, the crowd dispersed, the old and old people shook their heads, lamenting the depravity of the force, while the other people, with gloomy faces, bowed their heads and left without saying a word, the expression on their faces was pure despair, despair for the future, despair for tomorrow, and of course there was also hidden in the bottom of their hearts, complete disappointment with the witches and the old guards.

The reduction of the yield of the fields, this kind of disaster, in fact, can be all the reason for them to leave here with the force. The primitive villagers in the primitive villages, before they believed in all the gods, the first belief they firmly believed was to survive and live.

These villagers don't have to understand what courage is, what is the questioning of the classics, what is a challenge to authority, what is the vast world beyond the borders, the only thing they understand is that the mountain village can no longer meet the needs of all of them to live, they must migrate.

But the shrine maidens won't let them migrate.

......

Everyone was scattered, and only Ju stood alone in the empty square, with tears streaming down his face.

Silver Dust walked over and patted him on the shoulder, trying to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say. He could only accompany this tall and burly man, standing under the sun......

Night fell, the day was a blur, and it seemed that a lot had happened, but Silver Dust could barely recall any of it. Ju focused on him, against the cocoon, against the air and the land, and said a lot of words, even a lot of nonsense, venting the pure and intense sadness in his heart. His grief was simple, only the grief of his loved ones about to be executed, without anger or despair, because there was no room for it in his chest for the time being.

"Silver, just listen to these words, don't do anything, don't be stupid! You are the best hunter among us! When winter comes, I still expect you to help us relieve the crisis of hunger! You must not create any excuses or reasons for the shrine maiden!"

Before going to bed, Ju reminded Yinchen again that he had said this sentence no less than ten times in one day.

Silver Dust nodded noncommittally, his face gloomy.

"I can't drag it down, I have to find the Weeping Bloodstone quickly, one of the three, one is in the witch's place, one is in the depths of the swamp, and the other one, but there is one, but I don't know where!" Silver Dust thought as he sat on the bed and closed his eyes in exhaustion and sadness.

Ju Zhen wants to sleep like this, never waking up, so that he won't watch his brother die miserably, right?

......

"Spread, Dark Nightmare!"

In the palm of the silver hand, a blood-red crystal ball suddenly appeared, the crystal ball emitted a dazzling red light, illuminating a large area of the night sky in an instant, and when the light reached its peak, the crystal ball shattered.

A blood-red mist spread through the darkness, sweeping through the village like a shockwave. There were no explosions, no destruction, no sounds, just peaceful dreams that spread as quickly as a plague.

The dream is so peaceful, even a little monotonous, but it can make people unable to wake up for twelve hours, in that dream, the human body will be in the most ideal sleep state, every cell of the body will get the fullest rest, people trapped by the dream, after waking up, will become more energetic than ever.

Dark nightmares can hurt and save people.

Silver Dust looked at the giant who was sleeping not far away, and bloomed with a smile as pure as a child. He took off his snow-white mink, put on the giant cover, and then put on a pure white Gabriel sacrificial robe, which symbolized the king.

It's not just a change of outfit, it's a change of identity. Silver Dust is no longer the first hunter Silver, but the magician Silver Dust from Gabroyle.

He is no longer an ignorant spell-casting battery, but a truly skilled magic master, and he can even make an urgent cameo appearance as a cultivator, he is a kind of civilization crushing for everyone in this valley.

Ice turned into machine guns, flames into cannons, and the power of light was maximized by Silver Dust, condensing into a multitude of materialized weapons, long knives, heavy swords, rapiers, steel claws, spears, skybreakers, heavy hammers, and even plate axes and sickles, and of course, wire pins, flying axes, and butterfly darts. The power of darkness turned into shields, and countless weapons were formed in the air, and then turned into a glittering rune by Silver Dust with the geometric folding technique unique to the Kanonoric civilization, absorbed into the silver hands, and became a spell bit prepared in advance. In this way, the magic chanted and stored in advance will increase the power by at least 30%.

This was his complete preparation posture, and after witnessing Chi You's death, he began to restrain himself with the normal standards of a normal mage, and no longer be the ignorant humanoid turret that he used to be, and only knew the law of hedging.

He checked his hands one last time, his left hand turned blue, and his right hand turned red, it was his Demon Cry Slash Fist.

His Demon Cry Slash Fist has become a real martial art, Chi You's martial arts, combining fingering, claw techniques, palm techniques, and fist techniques, with almost infinite variations, he can do things that previously required a variety of martial arts to do without the Holy Light Hundred Cracked Claws.

He put on his hood and walked out of the huge abode with a lonely and majestic step.

He walked across the square to the small hill in the northeast corner of the village, and stopped when he came to the foot of the hill.

"It's a real problem, there are still people who are not bewitched by the dark nightmare. He sneered and muttered to himself, as a tall shadow rose in front of him.

The bone-colored moon wheel is hanging high in the sky at this time, and the bone-colored moonlight is splashing on the ground at this time. The miserable white moonlight didn't know why, and the moment the silver dust stopped, it became a little violent. Silver Dust's hands were filled with all kinds of spells, all of which were activated, emitting a faint red, blue, and gold glow.

At this time, he seemed to be holding wind and thunder.

"Who?" the tall figure was the first to break the brief silence. Silver Dust squinted slightly, looking at the shadow in front of him. He wasn't an astonishing vision, just an old man who stood up from the open space in front of the thatched hut. His face was swarthy, and he wore a robe made of black animal skins, and the only white of his whole body was his white hair and beard, which were as loose as water. His hair was not silvery, but pale. In his thick limbs, a faint Gang wind slowly gathered, the undead Gang wind was more gloomy, obscure, dead and silent than the Gang wind of the Demon Pavilion, there was no chaos and rage, only a corrosive aura of decadence and decay.

"Enemies. Silver Dust's voice was unceremoniously, and in his right hand, a golden flame-like light grew out of the palm of his hand, turning into two tiny battle axes. The tomahawk was very slender and had a very round and strange shape, and it seemed to be made entirely for flying in the air.

That is the once life-threatening sun, and now the true sun has fallen.

Light splits water and fire, and all of the cold weapons of Silver Dust are now materialized magic, all of which are light attributes, and only shields are dark attributes.

"Silver?" Obviously, Yinchen's pretense did not hide from the old man, his voice was heard by the old man, and the old man might be able to remember the voice of every villager: "What? Do you want to violate the most sacred and inviolable rules in the village!", the old man's voice suddenly became majestic.

"Are you blind? The number one hunter in the village can have such an ability?" Yinchen raised his right hand and shook the shining battle axe in his hand, without the slightest respect for the elder in his tone, he saw the old man's figure suddenly shake: "You, are you possessed by the devil?"

"No, it's not possession, but I'm not that silver at all, I, called, silver dust!" said Yinchen coldly, his body slowly lit up with golden light: "I come from a distant place where you dare not show the phenomenon, and the purpose of my coming is to destroy you and liberate the villagers." He deliberately used a very middle explanation to confuse the old man, and then, in the posture that a demon master is best at, launched a surprise attack.

"The True Sun Has Fallen!" his chakra arm ran towards the old man, and the tomahawk dragged a red-gold shining tail in the air, and smashed into the old man's head with a sharp roar that almost broke through the air like a meteorite bursting into the atmosphere.

"Drink!" The old man was not a vegetarian either, and an extremely powerful coercion suddenly erupted from his body, which was the fourfold coercion of the Convergence Dao, so strong that it was thrilling. The old man suddenly pulled out a short staff made of gold, or rather a scepter, from his body, and plunged it into the axe that fell from the sky.

At the top of the scepter, a gray power suddenly erupted, it was not Gangfeng, but the pure death qi of the undead attribute, which was said to be death power. Silver Dust's eyes widened, half curious and half surprised, looking at the tip of the short staff, and suddenly unfolded a gray-blue disc light curtain.

The center of the curtain of light suddenly went black, and a disgusting attraction erupted from the darkness, followed by a bony hand darting out and grabbing at the golden battle axe.

The moment the flying tomahawk came into contact with any other force, it exploded into a golden sun, and a large cloud of golden flames exploded with a roar. The golden flame was not very hot, but with a reassuring pure purification power, it seemed to burn away the evil in the world, the moment the golden flame and the ghost hand came into contact, the ghost hand disappeared without a trace, and the old man's body suddenly exploded into a hard whirlwind.

That's the fourfold combination of the path, the righteous path is as strong and fierce as the Gangfeng, the wind-attributed Gangfeng!

The wind extinguished the flames. In the first round, no one took advantage.

"Interesting, there is still such a move?" Yinchen sneered, and the scarlet flames gathered in his right hand again: "The power of the undead! It's rare, but it's still restricted by the laws of heaven? Is there a way to make that bone hand attack a foot away? Obviously not, so what are you still doing in front of me? Don't get out of the way? Do you know what you're facing?"

"Hmph, it's just a small skill of carving insects, you are obviously silver, what are you doing?" The old man, who was also unharmed, smiled slightly, the scepter in his hand covered a flower, a gray-blue light lit up, and a pair of terrible ghost hands emerged from the top of the scepter, waving wildly in the air.

Silver Dust shrugged his shoulders, he couldn't explain the magic of fire magic to this old man, because he didn't think that a primitive person from a matriarchal clan commune could understand advanced theories like Introduction to Quantum. The simple truth that feudal serfs can't make vector engines is still very clear to Yinchen.

"Then come again, since you're so confident—" Silver Dust said, and a dangerous divine light gathered on his left hand, which instantly condensed into a cold steel claw, and the sharp nails of the steel claws actually raised four small tail wing-like protrusions for some reason, as if those nails could fly away from the fingertips?