The cold wind howled with the cold air of the Nord Gulf of Tonkin and shook violently the red elves dancing on the torches, which were like sharp blades, separating the shimmering village from the darkness in the night. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Noise filled the once peaceful village, and the honest villagers seemed to be ignited by something, brandishing farm tools such as hoes and pitchforks, and walked out of their houses and gathered in the square in the center of the village.

The square was used to stack ripe grains, and by October of each year, adults from the city would take most of them with them, and in normal times, a few adventurers would come here to buy some of the necessary supplies for walking the mainland from the farmers who set up stalls here.

But now the square was crowded with villagers, and they surrounded a stake full of hay, but no one dared to take a step near the stake, to which the horses were usually bolted, and to which was tied a young man, who had become the center of the whole village, who seemed to be unaware of what was now happening, and leaned half of his body on the stake - in fact, he had passed out. The young man's clothing did not seem to belong to any of the styles on the continent, he had the yellow skin and black hair of the Kujits, and the villagers at first guessed that he was a Kujit, but it was quickly dismissed, and he did not have the calluses on his hands that had worn out by clenching the reins of a horse for many years—the hallmark of almost every adult or juvenile Kujit.

He was found in the wheat field, and according to several people who were present at the time, the circle of wheat around him seemed to be badly burned, and the blackened wheat stalks were almost unrecognizable. Poor Uncle Maang, a peasant who had never experienced much in his life, was frightened, and he saw this scene while tending to his wheat field, when he fled to the village to the laughter of some young children, and found Ryan, the militiaman who was on duty at the time, and said incoherently, "Devil, there is a devil in the wheat field." "There weren't many people in the village, there were about thirty or so households, and they all knew each other, and Ryan knew that Uncle Maang couldn't make such a joke, and he must have seen something very terrible to do this. As soon as the man in his thirties groaned slightly, he found three colleagues who were on duty and followed the uncle to take a look. They discussed it in the wheat field, and at last brought back the young man and handed him over to the most prominent elder in the village.

The elder searched his body, and found only a small black leather bag, in which there were some colorful papers, he spread these papers on the table, and then continued to search in this bag, when he found a piece of paper with a clear portrait printed on it, he was first amazed, and then seemed to remember something, his face changed greatly, and he suddenly stood up.

He called Ryan, a militiaman who was waiting outside the house, and he gritted his teeth and said, "This is an evil wizard, find a rope to tie him up, and when all the people in the village come back in the evening, he will be executed in public." ”

But he looked like a child. ”

"No, look at this, he's locked people in paper, and he's such a lovely girl. Look at his clothes, which are full of cult spells. Although I don't know what these colorful papers are for, they must also be his tools for committing crimes, I remember that there was a little girl in our village who couldn't find it last year, who knows if it had anything to do with him. He's bound to be evil spells, and if he doesn't subdue him now, maybe no one will be able to deal with him when he wakes up later. The elder shuddered as he placed the piece of paper in front of Ryan, and was so excited that he almost had to stick it to Ryan's face, his battered face showing a panic he hadn't seen in years.

Many years later, Ryan was still haunted when he remembered that he had seen the paper, a girl in her twenties, who looked better than all the girls in the village, and was locked up in the paper.

When the villagers returned home from their farm work, they heard about it from the militia who had rushed back and forth in the village, and their hearts were filled with resentment, anger, and fear of the unknown.

Informed of the order from the elders, they rushed to the village square with their handy weapons, their farm tools, supposedly to prevent the evil being from resisting.

Zhang Yang felt that he had never slept so deeply before, he felt that the universe had stopped, and his soul was wandering between heaven and earth, at this moment he seemed to have forgotten everything in his memory, and walked unconsciously in the haze. Until he felt a strong downward trend coming, his confused soul struggled, trying to grasp something between heaven and earth so that he would not fall, but these struggles were in vain. Zhang Yang also had such a dream, people can also have this clear sense of falling in their dreams while lying in bed, he has consulted the information, experts believe that this is caused by the imbalance of the body caused by too much brain fatigue, he also thinks that he is usually too tired, the brain fatigue is too high, and he does not care about this strange thing. But this time, he never seemed to feel so clearly, and he seemed to feel the sting of the strong wind blowing on his face like a knife. But this time, thankfully, he woke up.

Zhang Yang got rid of the strong discomfort, and the eyes were not the ceiling of his familiar bedroom, but the cold night sky, and there seemed to be some foreigners around, who were dressed very shabby, like poor peasants in the old days. The men waved the farming tools in their hands and shouted something, and the group surrounded him in the middle. Wait, Zhang Yang, who just wanted to stretch his muscles and say hello to foreign friends, reacted that he was tied with his backhand. There's a pile of hay all around, what do these guys want to do!

"Burn him!" "Burn this murderer!" "Burn this evil guy!"

When this noisy sound reached Zhang Yang's ears, he also realized that something was not quite right. "Oh, it must be another dream. He muttered. But the clear pain of the arm being twisted back told him that all this seemed to be true, because in the dream world, people will only have a sour and numb feeling caused by the arm being pressed at most, for these, Zhang Yang, who has not been sleeping well, has a deep experience, and the clear stinging pain on the skin on the edge and corner of the hemp rope like this can only occur when the consciousness is normal. Suddenly, everything around was quiet, and the people consciously parted their way from the middle—for the most prominent elder of the village had come, who had been deciding the affairs of the village for many years, and was admired for his great knowledge and insight, and some rumored that he had gone to school in the city when he was young. "Evil wizard, before you die, do you want to make a confession to these people you have hurt in your life? There was a tremor hidden in the elder's voice, and he didn't even notice it.

"No, I'm not a wizard. Zhang Yang shouted as he struggled, trying to get rid of the hemp rope that had been tied to the most stubborn cow in the village. Unfortunately, he was not a quarter as strong as the cow.

"Don't quibble, give up your useless resistance," the elder struggled to keep himself calm in front of the young wizard, who had not felt it when he had fallen asleep just now, and it was frightening to think that he had been so close to him at that time. This is a wizard, he had heard of the legend of the wizard when he was in school in Qin Desamahi Town, but he had never seen a wizard in his life, and he didn't expect to appear in front of him alive today.

Zhang Yang didn't realize that the old man on the other side who was about to enter the coffin was actually very afraid of him in his heart. I am a Chinese citizen, I have a passport, you can't hurt me, you will be locked up, you will be imprisoned for the rest of your life or in a mental hospital. "Mental hospital, is that where you imprisoned those paper people?" the elder struggled to strike a sneer, in fact, his cold sweat had soaked the clothes he was wearing, he was indeed a wizard, and he was now sure of his judgment.

The elder didn't want to wait any longer, as soon as he thought of the legend of the wizard, the less daring he had to look at the young man's eyes, people with black eyes were demons, he thought viciously, the Kugit people also have black eyes, but in the eyes of these ignorant villagers, the Kugit people are actually demons too. So he grabbed the torch from the hand of a militia onlooker, and snatched something from the hand of a young man, which was inconceivable for an old man who couldn't even remember his age, but fear gave him strength. He threw his torch at the haystack with all his might.

The tongue of fire instantly engulfed the haystacks around him, and it had a tendency to increase, and soon burned to Zhang Yang's feet, and Zhang Yang could already feel the tongue of fire licking his feet.

Old Hank had been a militiaman for many years in this humble village that didn't even have a name, and the people in the village didn't know what his past was, they only knew that on a scary night that was as dark as usual, their elders brought back a man from outside, and this was the young old Hank, when Swadia was suppressing the rebels in the north and south, and too many people were displaced, and Hank was just one of the luckier of these people.

The clouds obscured the moon, so the night seemed to be particularly gloomy today, only a little starlight imprinted on the bluestone watchtower, which was more than five meters high and could stand eight people on four sides to defend, but since Swadia and the Kujit signed a peace agreement in Dehrim twenty years ago, this watchtower has not been repaired, and the bluestone on it has cracked, and the village elders say that the tower will collapse in a few more years.

Old Hank, the only sentry on duty today, was napping on it, and in fact, he and his colleagues had been doing so for so many years—even the robbers did not look down on such a poor village, and the townspeople of the nearby town of Cinder Samashi were ten times richer than here, and that was the preferred target for the bandits.

Old Hank had heard from a few young colleagues that something big had happened in the village, which was why he was the only one today, and he had no young curiosity and blood for such things - he was just a poor man who had escaped from the war, and he just wanted to live in peace like this.

"Huh, what's the sound?" said old Hank, who opened his cloudy eyes, for he was a hunter—the best hunter in the village, and he had a very keen sense of hearing, and he could hear the exact location of his prey from twenty paces away, and no movement could escape his ears.

"Is it a beast?" said old Hank, rubbing his aching bones, poking his head out of the watchtower and looking down.

There was nothing there, or something that was shrouded in darkness and Old Hank couldn't see it.

"Hey!" he called out tentatively to the place, he was old, but the hunter's keen instincts told him there was something.

He was responded to by the moaning sound of the rubber being strained, a sound so abrupt in the quiet of the night.

Old Hank's expression changed several times at this moment, wanting to retract his leaning body. But it was too late, "Poof!"

Old Hank knew that it was the sound of a bow and arrow shooting into a fragile human body, and he had heard such a terrible sound many years ago, but it was not him who was hit by the arrow that time.

When an arrow from a hard bow hits a heart head-on at a speed of more than three hundred miles per second, even if the arrow is blunt, there can only be one result.

Zhang Yang had imagined what he would look like after ten minutes, oh no, maybe five minutes later, when the tongue of fire devoured him, he didn't understand how he got to this place, he didn't understand what these people did, why they called themselves a wizard - maybe he would never think in his life, the picture of his girlfriend in his wallet was the culprit for everything. Dying in a daze, this is obviously not acceptable to a person who grew up in a peaceful modern society, oh damn, if these are some mentally abnormal people, then let me be mentally abnormal for once, he has a seemingly crazy idea.

He shouted with all his might, "Old fellow, tell your men to put out the fire, I am a wizard, and I will be punished for burning you to death!" The elder had just picked up the crutch he had thrown away from the ground with great excitement, and when he heard this, a spirit, with a shake of his hand, threw the cane to the ground again. "Oh my God! Ryan, no, everybody, find something to put out the fire. ”

He had heard of a sorcerer who, in revenge for the man who burned him, had put a town in the hands of a demon—almost three-quarters of them had been blackened and foaming at the mouth, and that was more than two thousand!

An ordinary village elder living in Swadia, who naturally did not know what the Black Death was, nor what an infection was, was now convinced that this crazy young man on the fire really had the power to destroy the village. Although he looked young and not as powerful as the legendary wizards, he was strong enough to destroy a village of more than a hundred people that didn't even have a name. He is the elder of the village, and he knows and is familiar with all the villagers, so naturally he doesn't want anyone to be haunted by the devil.

Moreover, Zhang Yang, who was standing on top of the tongue of fire, roared hard and caused his face to be rough red, and he really had a bit of a demonic appearance, which made many children in the village who came to watch because of curiosity cry.