Near the crossing, right at the entrance to the forest, nine pillars were erected, to each of which had a wagon wheel tied. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info on the wheel, and a large flock of ravens and crows are pecking and tearing at the carcass on the wheel. The height of the pillars and the number of birds make the remains unrecognizable. But there is no doubt that it is a human corpse, and there is no other possibility.

Blackburn turned his head away, wrinkling his nose in disgust. The morning breeze was blowing from the direction where the pillars were, and the disgusting stench of rotting corpses permeated the entire intersection. "Wonderful sight. Warhammer sat down in the saddle, bent over, and spat on the ground. "Nice view, especially in the early morning. But why here, at the edge of the forest? Usually something like this should be placed in the central square of the town, I am right, gentlemen?" he cried out to Maffeo, who was about to vomit and dismounting.

"Can't you see a passing traveler?" explained Maffeo. "These things exist in front of you to warn others that there will always be people who want to step into this forest in search of prey or for other purposes, but the Dark Order does not allow people without faith to enter this forest. ”

"Well, genius. Tell me, how did you and the priest find out where the Dark Order's stronghold was before?" Warhammer said to Maffeo in a bent posture without dismounting.

"We got to the forest through an underground passageway, and even if you don't believe it's true, it's the only way to enter the forest safely. "Maffeo stroked the horse's fur over and over again, and then directed him to eat the weeds on the ground—he should have prepared some forage, which was his negligence.

Warhammer made a move for a moment, and he jumped off his horse, walked over to Maffeo's side, and asked. "Then why didn't you tell us sooner? Now, look at poor little Eugene who is about to vomit. He reached out to Blackburn, who was struggling to fight the discomfort, his face was pale, and he looked like he was going to vomit violently in the next second. "According to your words, this crossroads is meaningless, and you should take us to the village south of the forest. ”

"Of course I'm going to do that, I just want to come here and see what happens. After all, both we and the horses are already tired. Maffeo yawned, though the pain in his butt kept him from sleeping.

"In that case, then I think we'd better not waste our time. Warhammer flipped on his horse and snapped his fingers at the south edge of the forest. "We're going, two rice worms!"

Blackburn cursed quietly and staggered over to his horse. Maffeo hurried forward to help him roll over his horse, he was afraid that Blackburn would fall from fatigue and nausea. "See you over there. Maffeo nodded at the other.

"Yes, see you over there. Blackburn replied weakly, using all his strength to hold the reins.

Sure enough, as Maffeo had expected, there wasn't much unusual about the village in the early morning. Suspicious sights are only revealed at night, and on the surface, the villagers repeat every trivial thing in life. The children, on the other hand, continued to play and carry out their own activities. From time to time, the adults threw a loving smile at them, and nothing showed that they were loyal followers of the Dark Order.

Maffeo rode the two to the abandoned stable where Brant had been staying, and Warhammer didn't want to waste too much time looking for a new one. So he jumped off his horse, led the tired horse to the outside of the stable, and tied it to a sturdy wooden stick protruding from the outer wall of the abandoned stable.

The small dirt slope became a temporary stronghold for the trio, no matter what, even for an energetic guy like Warhammer. After a long night's journey, you have to rest for a while. Blackburn fell asleep on the small dirt slope, while Maffeo gathered some wood around and lit a bonfire with flint. While it doesn't make much sense to do this early in the morning, Maffeo wants to have some hot food.

"This is the village you're talking about?" Warhammer leaned against the only wilted willow tree on the dirt slope, observing the village with Maffeo's monoculars.

Maffeo, who was baking the chicken pie, said nonchalantly, "That's right, what's wrong?"

"Maybe you and the priest have something wrong with their eyes, and as far as I can see, the villagers in this village don't look like loyal followers of the Dark Order. Warhammer's tone was visibly mocking, he must have thought that Maffeo had made up a ridiculous lie.

"Why should I lie to you?" Maffeo replied tiredly, not wanting to start a pointless argument with anyone because of his fatigue. "For what? to make this a trivial prank?"

"What if that's really the case?"

"Then I'm going to choke on this chicken pie. Maffeo took the already baked chicken pie to his mouth.

Warhammer snorted softly, turned his head, and whined into the air about the long wait that was coming, no, to be exact. But in any case, Maffeo wished he could sleep for a while instead of standing there and dressing himself up like a dried corpse on the side of the road. If there was one way to define a death for Warhammer, Maffeo would definitely say that he eventually died of exhaustion.

"Are you sure you don't want to rest for a while? Anyway, I'm going to get some sleep. After eating, Maffeo said hello to Warhammer, not caring how the other would respond to him. After saying that, he lay down, put his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes.

Warhammer looked a little lonely and put down the monoculars and tucked them into Maffeo's belt. In a moment, he returned to where he had stood, only this time, instead of staring at the village, he looked at the lighthouse of Faroe Bay in the distance. He pulled his gaze down slightly, and then he saw the city surrounded by walls, with its shining towers and sharp roofs, as if it were on the other side of the journey.

As he gradually contracted his pupils into a straight line, the distant scenes overlapped. Warhammer struggled to find something that interested him in the overlapping, slightly chaotic landscape, but he gave up. He slowly turned around, walked over to Blackburn, and lay down, facing himself to the blue sky.

Soon, darkness replaced the blue sky, just like the things they were about to face.