When will this road end...... Canette was exhausted from walking, and his tired legs and feet were weak: the mountain was too big for any sign of finishing. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info I just want to go to a small town across the mountain, and it's so difficult to do this.

I'm hungry, I'm hungry...... Holding her stomach, Canette felt a wave of chagrin: now if I were given a two-headed wyvern roasted on the head, I would be able to eat half of it.

A harpy flew lazily over the horizon and landed on a stout tree. She looked around sneakily and immediately took a huge bird's egg.

Holy, what a big egg!!!!!!!! However, what happened next made him immediately dispel his thoughts: suddenly a giant eagle with wings several meters long flew in anger not far away, and began to pursue the harpy who had fled into the desert.

Forget it, it's better not to mess with it...... Immediately weakened, Canette moved his steps stupidly, and decided that it was better to walk quickly.

After walking for about half an hour, when Carnett finally came downhill, he noticed a number of ghouls passing through the woods, gathering together and eating the carcass of a cow. The ghouls, though they noticed Canette, were too busy eating the corpses to bother with him.

Damn, I'm hungry...... Swallowing, Canette quickened his pace out of the place, forcing himself not to think about the taste of the steak: what the ghouls had eaten, I wouldn't have tasted to death.

After walking some distance again, the drowsy Carnet finally found something that would lift his spirits: a fork in the road. There's a sign.

Damn, it's finally a bit of a pointer...... Excited to dispel his sleepiness, Carnet hurriedly quickened his pace and approached the sign: it clearly pointed to the road on the right, and the name of the village was written: Dahl Village.

The name of the village is indeed on the map...... After recalling the map with difficulty, Canette fell into a wary contemplation: the road had been built by the villagers and the townspeople of the town at the foot of the hill to facilitate transportation. Many people stay here and buy back a specialty that the villagers have come up with out of nowhere: a blue fruit that cures dizziness and insomnia. No one knows where the villagers got their medicines.

Anyway, it shouldn't be far from the village!, in his excitement, Canette slowed down again, and completely threw his sleepiness to the back of his mind: I've been sleeping in the field for days, and I'll have to find a hotel to sleep in for the night.

Following the signs, Carnet rounded several major bends and finally found the village hidden in a river valley. However, the moment he got closer, something didn't feel right: the village was full of black-clad villagers patrolling with hounds, torches and farming tools. As if they were on the lookout for something, they were in teams of several people, patrolling closely around the village surrounded by a wooden fence.

What is this posture guarding against...... The ghouls I just met? I don't know anything about this village, so it's possible...... Canette frowned, feeling that something was not quite right: the sharp wooden fences in the village had been improvised only recently, and they seemed to be very shady. If it's used to defend against hordes of ghouls, I'm afraid it's a bit stretched.

But in this kind of deep mountain, ghouls and so on are all too common. They probably didn't have to put up a new fence to give them a sense of security in order to deal with ghouls. In fact, I rarely hear of ghouls gathering to attack the village, because these unintelligent creatures don't know how to work as a team, they just have carrion to eat, so they don't bother to attack a village that is guarded against it. However, as a result, almost all of the corpses buried in existence were dug out and eaten, so it was important to build the cemetery in the village.

The impression to Canette was that they knew in advance what was going to attack...... And the signs were pretty obvious when that thing came. It can be seen from the expressions of these night watchmen that although they seem to be vigilant, they are actually absent-minded.

Although he didn't care very much, the witcher coughed and began to calculate: this kind of village deep in the mountains often has a very xenophobic inhabitant. Especially in the dark of night, if you don't act carefully, you may be attacked by the opponent's arrows. You have to reach out to them first and tell them out loud where you come from.

So Canette took a deep breath, walked slowly to the entrance of the village, and suddenly waved loudly to the people inside, "Hey! I'm—whoa!"

Suddenly, a bow and arrow flew from a short distance and landed at the witcher's feet. The archer stood on a small straw stacked watchtower, his longbow clenched vigilantly, and stared at Carnet.

That's—that's too unfriendly...... Completely to the surprise of the witcher, Canette stared at the arrow at his feet in embarrassment, and felt guilty for a while: I just calculated that someone might shoot an arrow, but I didn't expect it to be true. The archers were in a really good position, I didn't even see them at first.

The arrow was clearly intended as a warning. The other party took an arrow again and was ready to wind it at any time, and it seemed that he had no intention of calling anyone for the time being. He seemed to be waiting for Canette to speak first, so he didn't say a word, just leaned his face close to the fire so that Canette could see where he was.

"Uh...... That one...... Ahahahaha, you probably got rid of it, right? I know, people always get nervous! I just didn't expect you to be so enthusiastic - hey! What are you doing!"

Hurriedly retreating from the wind flying against the arrows, Cannet, who had been trying to continue to get closer, looked at the arrow that had shot two or three inches in front of the position he had just stood two or three inches in shock, and hurriedly shouted: "I have something to say!"

Seeing that the other party didn't mean to continue shooting arrows for the time being, the tired Canette was completely confused: "Big brother, can you open your mouth and talk to me first? You definitely misunderstood something, I'll pass by." ”

The man frowned slightly, but said in a hoarse voice, "You stand back." ”

"Good, good...... I thought you didn't speak Eurasiatic. In desperation, the witcher took a few steps back to show that he wasn't here to cause trouble: "Is that okay?"

The young man, who looked at Canette with a little hesitation but disgust, said nothing. He simply raised his longbow and motioned for Canette not to come any closer. Then he turned his head and shouted a few words in some local dialect, calling the villagers who were patrolling.