"You know in your heart that if you want to buy my clothes, you can't buy them without this number. The soldier carried his baggage and stretched out his hand to gestur.

This number couldn't be cheaper for Voragon than to be a true fool, he thought to himself, then took five gold coins out of his pocket and handed them to him, "Good brother, then...... This garment of thee shall be mine. ”

"If you're stabbed in the stomach, don't blame me for not warning you. ”

"Unless you've provoked someone. ”

"What do you mean?"

"A hateful person has the same sense of smell as a dog. But don't worry, I won't be wiped easily. Voragon took off his shirt and trousers, and the soldier did so, and the two made the deal in the woods, and when they came out, the soldier was disguised as a down-and-out blacksmith, and Vorragon became the guard of the Red Castle. The two said goodbye, and Woragon swaggered into the military camp of the Red Castle in Meiyan City. The real Red Fort soldier chose to slip into the alley and into a brothel.

When Vorragon learned of Dragonfly, he immediately bought the information and infiltrated the Red Fort garrison before they set off. At first, the Twitans wanted to entrust the Nishizawa with the task of settling the mess in Dragonfly Town, but they had more important matters to deal with, as the northern Horking people burned down the Lookout Fort and the town of Niutou, and the army was crushing the northern capital of fog. So the King of Nishizawa cut down the number of garrisons in Meiyan Castle and focused all his attention on the Giant's Bridge in the Redstone River, and it was the Basswood Fort that fought alongside him.

For Voragon the people of the Red Castle who are easier to talk to, the people of Nishizawa have a high opinion of themselves and do not like to engage in small private actions. Hmph, this is not something unseemly, smart has its own cleverness, walk and learn to turn, so as not to crash and die under the tree. So the good thing is that no one will care about this new idiot, because they all think that the new kid will not live long, even in Meiyan City, the capital of the gods. Woragon liked the attitude they showed, others treated me like a dying man, but I didn't know that I took them like idiots.

A group of forty people, all cavalry, followed by two Twilight Sectarians, Voragon knew in his heart that when this kind of thing happened, if the Twilight Sect did not come forward to solve it, Meiyan City would be as bad as it was. He could also imagine what the two of them were going to do, first investigating, then making up a bunch of horrific stories, and finally focusing on 'the gods of Dutsun are in control, and the matter will be resolved', and as for those who were unfortunately killed, they had to be buried on the spot, and Dragonfly Town was cursed. I hope the result will be better, and hopefully, Woragon rode his horse and followed closely, praying secretly in his heart.

By the time we arrived at Dragonfly Town, it was already late afternoon, and the town was surprisingly quiet, with a layer of lingering gloom floating between the buildings, no half of a figure on the streets, no livestock in the ridges, and no dogs barking in the courtyards. The officer sent a detachment of men to block the entrance to the west, while the others went directly into the avenue in the center of town. Woragon was sent to search the houses on the north side, and the rest of the soldiers scattered and went from house to house looking for survivors.

But it was too late, and the bodies were found one after another, some lying on the table and sleeping forever, some lying in the living room, or in the kitchen, or in the corridor, their faces hideous, as if they had been subjected to inhuman abuse in their lives, but to Woragon's surprise, no wounds could be found on the deceased's body. The only thing they have in common is that their faces are very pale, their pupils dilated, and their bodies twisted. What took their lives? Avoiding the face of the deceased, Woragan hurried through the dark corridor to the backyard of the house, where he found that the dead were not only humans, but the corpse of a domestic dog curled up in the corner of the courtyard, surrounded by dead rats and crows. And the flowers that should bloom and the green plants have withered and withered.

He finally realized the seriousness of the matter, and suddenly a shout came from the southernmost street. Voragon sprang out. A soldier knelt stiffly in the street, and in front of him lay hundreds of corpses, the rocks on the surface of the street crumbling and shattering, nearly a thousand yards from west to east. At first glance, Voragon recognized that this was not a very human act, and he stepped forward to pick up the frightened soldier and carry him away from the street. At the same time, the rest of the soldiers arrived, and the officer approached from the alley to the south with two Twitans, who were discussing something, and the officer was greatly annoyed by this, and was even more stunned when he saw this. A young congregant was trying to motivate him with words. Who knows, they're pretty good at demagoguery, especially in this case.

"Tell me, little brother, I was the first to discover these...... Are these dead people?" the frightened soldier couldn't believe what he was seeing, and he stared at Vorragon in front of him with wide eyes.

Woragon knew he was scared and feared that he would be cursed, so he comforted him, "Of course not, maybe I found out sooner than you did. "Don't look them in the eye, never!"

"Don't worry. "Worakhan's attention was focused on the congregants and officers. One of the soldiers reported to the officer, "My lord, the town...... There were no survivors, not only did all the people die, but the farm behind the village was full of land...... , all dead bodies. ”

"To be clear, what corpse?!" said the officer.

"It's everything! Poultry, livestock, even sparrows, crows, ants, rats, everything is dead, what are we going to do, my lord. The soldier's legs trembled, and fear took over him.

The officer disagreed, "No matter what the hell it is, if you die, you will die, and you are still afraid that the dead body lying on the ground will rise up and eat you!" Order all the soldiers to seal off the town tightly, not allowing any outsiders to enter, and carefully search every corner, even dig out the rat holes for me, and be sure to find the answer." ”

"Yes, sir!" replied the soldiers in unison.

"My lord, according to the church, the villagers are selfish and self-confident in following heretics, and they will invite the disaster of killing, I am afraid that they will ...... , this matter will affect Meiyan City, and it will bring trouble to the church. An older apprentice said. The three of them came to the middle of the street at the same time, and the officer crouched down to observe the trampled and shattered stone faces.

One of the young apprentices, who was also recounting his opinion, tucked the scroll of paper in his hand to his waist and said to the officer in a deep tone, "The church and the people have always worshiped the gods of Dutan...... The night is the puppet of the evil thing, the puppet obeys the orders of the evil thing, wanders in the night, no matter what kind of living being, can not escape the erosion of the night. These pagan villagers gave the evil creatures a chance, which cost them their lives, but fortunately, everything was in the hands of the gods. ”

I've been waiting for you for a long time, Dutan. Woragon listened in silence as the rest of the soldiers lined up the corpses throughout the street and covered them with white curtains.

"The gods will bring hope to the innocent and will also take away the plagues that rage, as long as we worship the gods in our hearts. The apprentice said.

The officer got up and looked around, "The consequences of misfortune always need to be borne by those who make mistakes, and I believe that the church will bring safety to the people." ”

"Of course, of course. The soldier on the side said repeatedly.

"Okay, there's nothing to do with you here, hurry up and pile up the corpses, and at dusk transport the corpses to the back mountain and bury them, whether it's crows or ants, no one will be left. He saw Vorragon and the frightened soldier, "Leave him alone, useless waste, you go and sort out these corpses, go quickly." ”

Woragon pretended to do so, he certainly wouldn't be stupid enough to sort out the corpses, he was here for one purpose, to check on Dragonfly Town, investigate the clues here, and collect information and send it back to Black Hill Mountain. As he stepped through the shattered street, he realized that none of this was caused by a natural disaster, and among the rubble, he found traces of horses' hooves and wheels, the outer edge of which had been burned by the rocks, and beyond that, the two deep dents seemed to have been dragged by a huge chain. Looking at these corpses again, the expressions distorted by fright were forever frozen in that moment, as if they had not had time to escape, before they had time to resist, everything had been taken away.

Why? Woragon closed the eyes of a young child, placed his body in the arms of his mother, and covered them with a curtain. If this is not over, such tragedies will happen elsewhere...... No, we must send this news to Blackhill Mountain as soon as possible, Woragon thought to himself, and then took out the Lore whistle from his pocket, ready to summon the letter crow, but realized the complexity of the incident in Dragonfly Town, and he decided to report the situation himself.