After only about twenty minutes of running, the silhouette of Tishpartine appeared in the night. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAt this time, Tishpordine was curling green smoke, and from a distance, it looked so comfortable and peaceful.

"Something is wrong......" I suddenly sniffed something, and the unicorn slowed down and trotted closer to it warily.

Tespordin, which I am no stranger to, has made so many trips back and forth to the southern ranches these days, and almost every time I stop here to replenish supplies, and this is an important intermediate stop between Uxhall and Paraven. But now Tispordine can no longer see the original appearance at all.

As I approached, I realized that the curling green smoke was not cooking smoke, but a few newly erected stakes in the village of Tishpordin, and the villagers were burning the smell of roasted meat.

I subconsciously covered my mouth and nose.

In the entire village of Tespordin, there are about one or two hundred households, nearly five hundred people. Ten burn pillars were erected in the village, and at the root of the burn pillars, about twenty charred corpses of different shapes were tied to a circle, struggling in different forms, and the original appearance could no longer be seen. On the edge of the base of the stake, there were more than 20 corpses with different burn marks, some of which had been burned to ashes; some half of their bodies were still intact, but the other half was scorched with the pedestal; I even saw a teenage girl, whose clothes had been stripped off, and I didn't need to look at it to know what kind of cruel treatment she had suffered, she was lying on her back, uncovered, her face was even lifelike, but there was a hideous wound between her white throat, and the red and white muscle tissue inside turned out unscrupulously, and the blood had dried up, and her body, below her chest, was still dancing with flames, and her legs had been burned to the point that only two bones remained。

Seeing this, the unicorn stopped, and I closed my eyes, and I couldn't bear to go any further, and just stood quietly, in the dead ruins.

Shirley didn't speak, I heard her breathing behind me, which had always been faintly like a gossamer, and it actually became turbid, and she suddenly pinched me hard, and shouted in a voice with a hint of anger, but more shaky: "Go, why don't you go down?!"

I ignored her, just took a deep breath of the air mixed with the smell of burnt human flesh, and the scorching and fishy air choked on me and coughed involuntarily.

I calmed my breath a little and said coldly, "You know, what made Tispartin like this. You know who did it. ”

Shirley hula floated down from the unicorn, with her back to me, and landed in front of me, she said coldly, "I know ......"

"And what do you think?" I said calmly.

Shirley looked up to look away from the hellish sight that was all over us, and above us, the hot wind from the flames blew the white ash and grass clippings of the ground high into the sky, which was also blood red at the moment.

"This is a troubled time, someone will always die......" Shirley paused for a long time and said something like this, "You can't stop this, I can't help it, this is their life, living in such a troubled world, life and death can't be ...... by themselves"

"Excuses!" I snarled, with a scareled rage myself, "it's all fucking shit excuses!"

"Why, I ask you, why?" I pointed to the flames all over the ground, and my hands trembled, "Why should you decide their lives and deaths, and their lives? Why should you break their lives? Why did you plunder them and leave them no way to live?! Aren't they people? Are they livestock, dogs, and ants? Let you trample, destroy, destroy, and let you bring death and doom?!"

Shirley suddenly turned around, raised her hand at me from afar, and slapped me in the face, almost at the same time, I felt a huge force slap me in the face, knocking me straight off the unicorn's back and rolling on the ground several times.

Shirley said coldly, "I am a saint! You dare to roar at me, don't you want to live?"

I spat out a mouthful of blood and struggled to get up: "Holy Maiden?!Where are you sacred, is it in your indifference to the death of these people? Or do you have the strength to put people to death with a raise of your hand? Take these away, what else do you have? Do you still have humanity? Do you still have mercy? Do you still have a little bit of the most basic anger?"

Shirley raised her hand again, and a veil rolled up into the shape of a spear on her hand: "Shut up!"

I sneered, and then laughed maniacally, "This is the Church of Braka, a veritable Dark Order...... Yes, it is the Order of Darkness, and what you worship is not fire at all, but darkness, and you have completely misinterpreted the true meaning of flame! Flame is not destruction, it is not destruction, flame is light, it is hope! But you people, in the name of flames, bring destruction to this world! You are not true Bracas at all, you are not devout followers of the god Medius, you are the demons, you are the ones who have gone the wrong way, you are the real apostasy! You are the cancer of this world, and one day, you will be burned clean by real flames!"

Shirley held the throwing spear rolled up in the veil, but instead of shooting it, she looked at me with a frown and a long time before she said, "It's hard to imagine that Emmons, who was cold-blooded and ruthless, had a lot of poisonous schemes, and destroyed tens of thousands of lives in a snap of his fingers, would say such a thing." I almost thought you had lost your mind. ”

I shook my head: "You also think I'm cold-blooded and ruthless, don't you? It doesn't matter, everyone thinks of me like this, but don't you understand? The tens of thousands of people I destroyed, they are all soldiers, they are murderous knives, and they are the root of the troubled times in Calradia, and if I destroy them, I will destroy this bloody knife! I destroyed them so that there will be no more calamities and oppression in Calradia, and so that the people of Calradia can die in peace and enjoy their old age. Do you think that I really came to this point for the so-called position of power? Wrong! I pursue the position of power, and I hold the power, just to let Calradia run smoothly under my protection and control, according to my rules, forge swords into plowshares, put Manan Mountain, and abandon killing and bullying each other. But look at what you've done! What have you done but burning, slaughtering, destroying, and destroying village by village! I don't care whose world is in the end, it doesn't matter if it's the Order's, it doesn't matter if it's one of the five great powers, but it must operate peacefully and justly according to my ideas! This is my ultimate goal!"

Shirley stopped talking, she slowly lowered her head, as if thinking about something, and the javelin curled up in her hand slowly softened, and finally turned back into a veil. She slowly raised her head and looked at me.

I was shocked to find that Shirley at this moment was actually full of tears.

But her voice was so cold and calm, she said, "What you said is really similar to someone, it's all the same unrealistic...... If you want to do what you said, you must first give yourself the ability to protect the people around you, otherwise everything is nonsense. I won't kill you today, and I won't care about these rebellious things you say. These things, just rot in your stomach, don't take them out and talk nonsense, be careful that you haven't started to do it yet, and your head will be gone. ...... In that case, I'll only say it once, so don't challenge my patience next time. ”

With that, she turned around slowly and walked slowly to the southwest.

I was stunned and subconsciously asked, "Where are you going?"

Shirley didn't stop, but her voice came from afar: "Go find the person who did all this." Some people have to pay for what they have done...... And, if I'm not mistaken, your army should be in his hands. "Until dusk, the strange assassination during the day did not reappear, but I did not dare to relax in the slightest, because I had seen with my own eyes the horrific assassination method similar to stealth, which was simply impossible for humans to do, at least, it was impossible for us Caladians to do it.

I sat on the unicorn all the time, and the unicorn was on its guard, because it could see everything around it, including the invisible assassin.

Seeing the dusk falling, my heart also doubled up, the night, the assassin who can stealth, the two will be extremely terrifying existences, some details that I can still notice during the day, can not be discovered at night.

But for some reason, until the night was dark and the sky was full of stars, the assassin did not come again, as if he had given up completely after missing the blow.

But I wouldn't be stupid enough to believe that such a terrible danger would really go away, after all, he was an assassin, not a passerby who came to make jokes, and his mission was to kill me. Now he didn't make a move, it could only be because it was inconvenient or unsure, once he was given a chance, maybe the next second I would see my headless body twitching on the ground.

The strange appearance of the assassin raised the hearts of the soldiers of the Order, after all, there was already a victim, and none of them dared to guarantee that the assassin's knife would not be stuck in their chest, although they could vaguely see that the assassin's target was me, but this fear was human nature.

I looked up at the sky, and the weather was fine tonight, there was not a single cloud in the sky, and the starry sky was like a sieve full of holes, upside down on this vast plain. It's an indescribably gorgeous and spectacular view.

I sank into the unicorn's consciousness and looked around with its eyes, but I didn't see the Assassin, who seemed to have gone nowhere.

I said to Tedamir, "Let's go, it's time for us to go to the stables." ”

Tedamir nodded, and opened the way in front of his head.

I watched him silently assign tasks to the soldiers, and suddenly I felt as if I had forgotten the age of this young man.

Although he was short-tempered, full of suspicion of the things around him, and had made such remarks as abandoning Tello, he was only in his early twenties, still very young, and at this age he began to roam the battlefield of Calradia like a veteran in his thirties and forties, which was unfair and even cruel to him, he should have cultivated his own farmland, raised two sheep, and fell in love with a girl who looked average, but could live a life steadily, instead of now, wearing a bloodstained and mottled chain mail, holding a single knife in one hand and a broad-bladed spear in the other, to clear the way for the brethren at the forefront of the procession。

It's all forced by troubled times......

Suddenly, the sound of wings flapping overhead, I raised my arm to catch the night owl falling from the sky. I sent him to contact Alva the pearl before dusk, and now it has brought back news.

I unfolded the little note, and my self on it stabbed me in the eye for a moment.

Because the handwriting was not Alva's, who had contacted me before, but was replaced by a man's calm penmanship, vigorous and powerful, but there were many typos......

It reads: Hello Emmons, I'm old G. I didn't find you in Tespordin, nor did I find you in your chicken field (with a cross and a chicken on it), so I guess you'll come to Parabun. I'm in Ma now, come to me.

I didn't want to, so I tore the note to shreds and threw it on the ground.

In the distance, Tedamir happened to look back and see this scene, and immediately rode his horse and galloped over, and said from a distance, "What's the matter?

I looked at the confetti I had scattered on the ground, and my hands trembled.

I tore up this note, I didn't have a brain at all, it was a subconscious action, my old problem was made again, I was excited, I was stimulated and I was not calm, my IQ was close to zero, and I couldn't think about any problems clearly.

Now, I took a few deep breaths, forced a smile, and said, "It's okay." ”

After saying that, I reached out and beckoned the night owl into its memory, trying to see who had written the note, but I only saw a hazy figure in the darkness, and the men and women could not distinguish between men and women.

Then I began to think back to what was written on that note.

He said that he was an old G. However, I have not seen the handwriting of the old G, or I have not seen the old G write in front of me, so this is not credible.

The second point is that this note was sent by the night stalker, and the night stalker knew that strangers could not get close to him, let alone stuff the note in.