What about a broken leg during the hunt?

Lin Qiu felt the strong wind coming from the back of his head, and felt that he had been fooled again. The group of adventurers in the small town of Pen~Fun~ www.biquge.info Pavilion, I'm afraid there is no truth in their mouths. Just when he thought that Adolf was about to become the first knight of the silver emblem ever to be killed by a farmer, the giant hammer in the opponent's hand stopped abruptly.

"Mommy, is Daddy back?" Celt called out on the farm, the drunkard's arms were bruised, and the young man in front of him slept deeply, and could smash his head with a hammer whenever he wanted, but he couldn't explain everything to Celt for a moment.

Why is there an extra corpse in the firewood room, and why is he holding a blood-stained sledgehammer?

He could almost foresee what his son would ask in a moment.

"Lock the door of the firewood room. After much hesitation, the drunkard threw the hammer aside and reminded his wife. Since this was not enough to wake up the boy, even if he was lucky enough to escape the catastrophe. What he didn't know was that when he swung the giant hammer, Lin Qiu was so frightened that he almost jumped up, but this Adolf stood still, sleeping as if he was dead, and at the same time snoring like an earth-shattering sound.

Soon after, the sound of the door locking reached Lin Qiu's ears, and when Selte's mother locked the door of the firewood room, his limbs were free again.

This is definitely Lin Qiu's most aggrieved time, and it is estimated that this kind of thing that was almost killed by the farmer can make anyone laugh off their big teeth. And the root of all the problems comes from Adolf - it is likely that it was late at night when the farm was burned, and Lin Qiu has not yet figured out what role Adolf played in the whole incident.

But this did not prevent him from angrily reprimanding Adolf's previous behavior,, and Liang was extraordinary!

Oh no, it looks like scolding the wrong person.

After calming down a little, Lin Qiu tiptoed to the door of the firewood room again, and continued his eavesdropping business. Judging by what they had just overheard, Celth's parents were about to perform some kind of mysterious ritual, and the extremely fanatical believers were even willing to sacrifice everything for the faith, even their children.

"Hey, Selt, why haven't you slept yet?"

The drunken man pretended to be kind and walked to Celt on the farm, who cowered behind the scarecrow and looked timidly at his parents. When he came out of the house, he happened to see his father walking violently towards the firewood room with a giant hammer. He knew that there was a knight from the town living in the woodhouse, and when he woke up, he heard his mother talking to the knight named Adolf.

The drunk came to Celt and touched his head: "Since you are awake, Dad will play a game with you, right?"

"Now?...... Make a game?" Celt wondered even more.

In normal times, if he was running around the farm without sleeping at this time and was bumped into by his drunk father, he would definitely be scolded at him. So he hesitated for a long time before calling his parents - although he didn't know what would happen in the firewood room, his intuition told him that it would not be a good thing.

"Well, yes, make games. The drunk thought for a moment and said.

Celt looked at her normally kind mother as if she were pleading. When her father scolded her, her mother always came out to persuade her father to avoid punishment. But this time it was different, and the mother looked at her with the same kind gaze as ever, and said, "Obedient, Selter. ”

Celt nodded ignorantly. He still had some bad premonitions, but since his mother said so, he still chose to believe the other party unconditionally.

"The rules of the game are very simple, do you see this circle?" the drunk's voice trembled slightly, and it was impossible to suppress the frenzy. He slashed his dagger on his wrist, and blood pressure trickled down his arm and dripped onto the crops on the farm.

"Dad, you're bleeding!"

"Don't think about that, Selt. You just have to sit here with your eyes closed according to the rules, and for a while whatever I say to your mother, you don't move, you don't peek, and if you don't open your eyes until the end, then you win—whatever, the rules are simple!"

Celt obediently closed his eyes.

And the moment he closed his eyes, the crops stained red by blood suddenly burst into flames, the fire was out of control, and the waves of fire that spread formed a circle near the farm, like a magic circle enveloping the entire crop field in it, and the red words were now on the edge of the circle, and everything in the field was swallowed up by the flames.

The scorching flame was real, and even after a lot of distance, Lin Qiu felt that he was blinded by the heat wave. The flames were different from before, even more violent and disorderly than the flames on Duolun's body, the body of the knight with the silver emblem of Adolf obviously could not withstand the scorching heat wave, he could see that the skin on his arm quickly shed a layer of skin, but Lin Qiu did not feel any pain, and even the heat wave that swept over seemed to only bring him a burning heat in his visual senses.

Everything was engulfed in flames, except for Selt.

He was in the middle of the flames, but his clothes were intact. His parents weren't so lucky, but even though they had turned into two fire men, they were still reciting some incantations that Lin Qiu couldn't understand. Lin Qiu couldn't comprehend the pain of being scorched by the flames, and he couldn't imagine how two farmers, ordinary people, could recite these complicated and lengthy incantations under such pain.

"Mom, are you alright?"

With his eyes closed, Celt seemed to have no sense of what was going on outside, and he could hear his parents saying something strange. His questions were not answered, his parents were still saying things he didn't understand, and he could hear their footsteps drifting away.

The house and the firewood room were gradually lit up by red light, and the chanting of Selt's parents gradually weakened.

Finally, they said in the lingua franca of Horutia, which Lin Qiu understood: "Our bodies are about to pass away, but our spirits will have eternal life...... Don't worry, Selte, we'll always be there for you. ”

As the two of them fell, the circle formed by the flames seemed to be inspired by some kind of inspiration, and the boiling flames suddenly rose and flew straight into the sky, and it only took a few seconds to condense into a firebird about ten meters long in the night sky. Almost at the same time, Celt opened his eyes, and instead of crying like a normal child, he watched the firebird disappear at the end of the night.

"Poof. ”

Lin Qiu heard the sound of falling to the ground again, and as soon as he looked down, he saw Adolf lying on the ground. His right hand was bent forward, leaving a deep scratch on the door of the demolished house.

And his peripheral vision also saw the familiar deep sea around his waist.

"Master?"

For the first time, Lin Qiu heard the confused and curious tone of his magic sword—"Where did you go just now?"