When the moon was approaching mid-heaven, the village chief took the stage with four young people.

They all changed into clean and plain white robes, and masks made of white cloth to cover their faces—which was of little use to the panda, and he could tell who they were just by looking at the way they walked. Needless to say, the village chief naturally said that the four young people were probably the strongest among the younger generation in the village in terms of pandas, and if nothing else, everyone had a level of about thirty.

The strength of this level is enough to break through the world even in the Western Continent. As long as you don't run to those dangerous places, you can even make a fortune by taking risks. Among the ten disciples that Panda had accepted in Kalipura Village, only Erwin had reached this level through several years of study and training.

On the stage, the young people stood guard in the four corners of the small celebration platform, and the village chief stood in the center of the stage, raised his hands, and prayed to the moon in the sky as it was approaching the zenith.

His prayers are weird, Panda doesn't understand what he's saying, and the syslog says "You've heard a weird spell with something unpleasant, sticky that makes you feel tormented. You are affected by an evil spell that reduces sanity by 2. 】

(Damn!It's still something that lowers sanity!What the hell is this ritual!)

The panda secretly complained in his heart, looked left and right, and found that almost all the traversers were frowning, obviously affected by the spell.

He couldn't help but have some foreboding.

When I looked back at the platform, I saw that the village chief was still praying, and several strong men were carrying a strangely shaped dark ...... He didn't know how to describe something that came to the stage.

At first glance, this thing looked like a bed, but in the moonlight it shimmered faintly, and it seemed to be covered with metal—a metal bed? If it were possible on Earth, but metal in this world is quite rare, who would do such a thing?

Moreover, he clearly saw many patterns on the thing, similar to the ones that the village chief had drawn around Alfien during his ceremony for her—the kind that made people feel uncomfortable at first sight.

The shape of this "bed" is actually a bit strange, if he is not mistaken, this thing is bulging in the middle, and the four sides are inclined downward, lying on it will definitely be held on the back, I am afraid that only people wearing heavy armor, or unfeeling necromancers, can lie comfortably on this bed.

(What is this thing for?...... ）

He muttered in his heart and continued to watch patiently.

Several strong men immediately stepped down from the stage, and then a girl wearing nothing walked onto the stage.

(What the hell is this!No clothes on this cold day...... It's going to get frostbite!)

The panda screamed in his heart, and subconsciously wanted to squeeze to the front and use a spell on the girl who was pale from the cold.

It's a pity that before he could make a move, there was already a traverser to make a move.

"What the hell!" muttered in a low voice, and with the advantage of the scroll spell, a colorful light flew out and landed on the girl's body.

This light fell on her body, and the girl's originally pale face suddenly calmed down a lot, and even a little ruddy.

Panda nodded—the spell of harmony was used very well, and the most rare thing was that he was even prepared for a low-level spell like "Warmth Technique". Generally speaking, mages prepare entry-level "endurance environments" or higher levels of "elemental resistance", and "warmth", although powerful, can only be used to resist cold, and is a rarely used spell.

When the panda was in Thracian City, the Thracians were preparing for the invasion of Leighton, and the streets were full of all kinds of magic items for sale to protect against the cold, but he did not see a single magic item with "warmth" attached to it.

This spell ...... Probably only a very small number of academic magicians who are pure researchers, or Layton people who live in the ice and snow, will ponder and master it. will make it into a scroll, and the whole world is estimated to have one harmony.

The spell of Harmony was well received by the traversers, but the villagers were completely indifferent to it, looking at their blank expressions, everyone felt that something was not quite right.

The village chief's prayer also stopped a little because of the spell of harmony, and he did not stop, but continued to pray.

With his prayers, the maiden lay down on the metal table. Four young men came up and held her limbs.

The panda frowned again, and his right hand subconsciously pressed on the hilt of the sword.

After a few seconds, the village chief finished his prayer and walked over to the maiden.

He looked up at the sky, and the moon was in the middle of the sky.

Then, he jerked out a sharp knife that shimmered with cold light from under the metal table, and slashed into the girl's heart.

More than a dozen exclamations rang out together, and several figures appeared together with the light of magic.

The sharp knife did not fall, on the contrary, it was the village chief himself who fell.

Although there are also people who use the kind of non-lethal methods, including the panda, more than one traverser has launched a fatal attack in a hurry.

So the village chief died, and died a somewhat tragic death, and it is estimated that he had to find a tailor with a very high level to piece him together. It may be necessary to carve some parts out of wood to make a whole body for him and send it to be buried.

The death of the village chief made the villagers shocked, and they all screamed in panic. The four young men were stunned for a moment, and then one of them bent down to pick up the sharp knife that had fallen to the ground, and was about to continue the hellish ritual.

This is of course impossible. Panda and the others had already rushed to the stage and snatched the sharp knife with one hand.

"What the hell are you doing!" said the panda angrily, "this is a human sacrifice!

"The ritual must be completed!" the young man shouted, trying to retrieve the knife from the panda's hand.

The panda heard his voice familiar, and took off his face towel, and sure enough, it was one of the two people who usually supported the village chief. This man is a student of the village chief, and he can barely be regarded as a preparatory folklorist.

"What do you mean by 'ritual must be completed'?" Panda asked in a deep voice, "What the hell ritual must be done? This is murder!"

"What's the harm if the ritual isn't done?" asked Alfiin, who arrived after the panda.

The young man shook his head again and again, looking up at the sky, his face as pale as a dead man.

"It's over! It's too late! The ceremony isn't done! It's too late!"

His eyes were full of despair, his body trembled as if he was wiggling with cold fever, and he had always been young and energetic, but now he gave people the feeling that he was extremely weak, as if he was going to die at any moment.

Panda frowned and looked at Alfien, looking for answers from what was probably the last official folklorist in the world.

Before Alfien could answer, the sky suddenly darkened.

Everyone looked up, and in the originally clear night sky, they didn't know that a huge dark cloud had come there, completely obscuring the moon. There was also a cold wind howling, through the barrier that guarded the village, whirring and blowing, and the gloomy soaking into the bone marrow.

At this moment, even the daring panda suddenly couldn't help but feel creepy.