'Humph! ’

'Ugh! ’

'Ahh ’

In the snowy night, or muffled, or screamed, or groaned, the terrible sound was like an arrow, constantly piercing the thick darkness and nailing into the small sheepfold.

Rosen hid in the innermost corner of the sheepfold, curled up tightly, and covered his thin body with thick hay, hoping that the nightmare would end soon.

He couldn't understand why the two teenagers died, only that the cottage had been attacked.

He was powerless, and the only thing he could do now was to minimize his presence and not be targeted by this terrifying and ruthless sneak attacker.

Suddenly, there was a deafening roar in the darkness.

"Ah~ I'm going to kill you! I'll kill you! ”

It was the voice of the leader of the cottage, the Ironclaw Wolf.

"Come out! You come out for me! ”

"Don't hide if you have the ability! Have the ability to come out and fight with me! ”

The voice was full of anger, and more helpless.

"Hehehehe~~~ It's okay, I'll let you die and understand."

There was a cold laugh in the darkness, and this sound appeared near the sheepfold, startling Rosen's scalp!

"Ironclaw wolf Wald, wanted, Baron Morey has offered a reward of 10 gold crowns for your head, now you understand?"

"It's you! Are you the cursed magician?! The Ironclaw Wolf's voice was full of surprise.

"Ha~ It's rare that you still remember my voice."

"Hmph~ The high-ranking cursed magician actually did the work of a bounty hunter, it seems that you don't have a big name."

Surprised, the bandit leader's voice calmed down.

"Whether there is a famous hall or not, you will know soon."

Outside the sheepfold it was quiet, and no movement could be heard except for the howling of the wind and snow.

The suffocating silence lasted for a full ten minutes, which seemed to Rosen as long as a century in Lawson's senses.

"Humph!"

A muffled snort of pain sounded directly near the sheepfold.

Rosen's heart palpitated, his body curled up tighter, and he couldn't help but scold in his heart: "If you want to fight outside the stockade, why are you running to the sheepfold?" ”

"Die!"

A thunderous explosion suddenly erupted near the sheepfold, followed by a terrible wind howling from far and near, rushing towards the sheepfold.

'Whoa~'

The walls of the sheepfold were smashed and sawdust flew.

'Poof! ’

In the next moment, Rosen felt something slam into the mud on his back, and the splash of dirt hit his back, and it hurt his heart.

Subconsciously reached out and touched it, it felt cold to the touch, it was actually a heavy iron machete.

In a flash of light, Rosen figured out a lot of things.

'This knife is coming at me!' Chances are, I was mistaken for a cursed mage for a sneak attack! ’

'The magician hid near the sheepfold, but did not kill me, not because he did not find me, but because he used me as a decoy to confuse his opponent's perceptions! ’

In other words, he's been wandering around the ghost gate just now!

Thinking like this, his heart suddenly pulled cold.

Immediately after, a dim ball of dark red light flew out of a remote corner next to the sheepfold and crashed into the figure outside the sheepfold.

No, more than one ball of light, it's 2, no, it's 3!

'Drop! Drip! Drip! ’

With a strange whistle-like sound, three balls of light slashed in a smooth curve in the night, crashing into the figure one after the other.

'Bang bang bang! ’

The explosion like a large firecracker sounded almost at the same time.

"Ah~~~~"

Screams of pain were heard outside the sheepfold.

And with the screams, the torches that had been extinguished before lit up again, and the flickering light of the fire slightly dispelled the darkness of the snowy night.

Rosen looked up slightly, his eyes looking out through the holes in the plank.

He saw that the bandit leader, the iron-clawed wolf, was lying on the snow less than 10 meters from the sheepfold, moaning and wriggling in pain.

His arms were severed, his left leg was empty below the knee, and the snow around him was pitch black and full of blood from the wound.

And on the other side of the sheepfold, in a remote corner less than 5 meters from Lawson, a man of medium height came out.

The man wore a half-worn peaked wide-brimmed cap, a thick gray cloth cloak covered with snowflakes, and a long wooden staff in his hand.

This is almost exactly the same as the image of a magician in Lawson's imagination.

The man took a few steps forward and stopped 5 meters in front of the bandit leader, the firelight illuminating his face.

Rosen squinted and took a closer look, and found that the magician was about in his early forties, very thin, with slightly sunken cheeks on both sides, and thin lines on his forehead, which looked very vicissitudes.

But this man's eyes were gray, flashing in the dark night, and just by looking at it, Rosen felt a chill in his heart, and a palpitation of being targeted by a beast.

Several thoughts flashed through his mind.

'This magician is definitely a master who regards human life as a mustard. ’

'The magic is so strong that he single-handedly destroyed a stockade....... If I want to live like a human being, I probably want to be a magician too! ’

At this point, the magician spoke.

"Wald, you have two paths to follow now. First, tell me the treasure of the stockade, and I will let you die a happy death. Second, I spent three days, little by little, priing your mouth open. ”

"Despicable! Shameless! Bastard! ”

"I'm not going to say anything!"

"Don't you want to take a copper from me!"

Wald, the iron-clawed wolf, roared as hard as he could, but was too weak for his voice to be intimidating.

The magician shrugged, "That's a pity. I heard that your son died yesterday and is buried in the cemetery over there, right? ”

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the cemetery in the corner of the stockade.

After a few seconds of silence, a turquoise ball of light appeared in the air beside him, like a ghostly fire, swaying towards the cemetery, sinking into the damp earth.

The suffocating silence lasted for about another 10 seconds.

'Poof! ’

In the wet mud, a pale, black-stained hand reached out, then two, and then the two hands pulled hard from side to side, digging a hole in the dirt.

Immediately after, a young man sat up from the mud pit.

The young man was dressed in a muddy animal skin coat, with blue skin, white pupils, and mud and snow on his head, and his appearance was that of a corpse, but his movements were indistinguishable from those of a living person.

He clutched his neck tightly with his hands, and whimpered in pain from his throat.

"Father ~ Father ~ I'm so miserable ~ I'm so miserable ~ Help me ~~ Help me ~~"

The sound was hollow and ethereal, like an echo from hell.

Lawson watched all this, and felt that his sweat and hairs exploded.

Although he had seen similar 'living corpses' in various media in his previous life, it was all imagination, and when all this really happened in front of his eyes, he felt a strong psychological shock.

That's really ...... It's so exciting!

Subconsciously, he was highly concentrated, his eyes widened, and he watched all this without blinking.

At that moment, Rosen heard a 'click' in his head, similar to the shutter sound of taking a photo, and at the same time, the flow of information flashed through his mind.

'The screenshot of the adventure log is successful, and the screenshot is automatically stored on the desktop. ’

His heart moved, and he immediately summoned the table.

Sure enough, there was a new picture on the desktop, and the content of the picture happened to be a scene of a living corpse crawling out of the dirt, and the quality of the picture was unusually high, and every detail was meticulous.

Rosen was slightly happy in his heart: "If I can still take screenshots, then I can at least be an excellent realist painter." ”

I didn't have time to look more before the magician's voice came again.

"Wald, although your son is dead, his soul is not yet gone, I can make him get up and suffer all the torture in the world again!"

"Nope! Not ~~~~~"

Wald instantly broke down and shouted, "I say! I say! You let him go, let him go! Let him rest in peace! I beg you! ”

The magician sighed lightly, a faint disappointment on his face: "Did you give in so quickly?" I thought it was a hard bone. ”

With his words, the 'corpses' in the cemetery lost their vitality and lay back down in the cemetery.

He walked over to the Ironclaw Wolf: "Say it." ”

The Ironclaw Wolf whispered a few words and said where the treasure was hidden.

After listening, the magician turned his head to look at the sheepfold, and the iron machete inserted in the sheepfold actually flew up, flew more than ten meters away, and slashed at the neck of the iron-clawed wolf.

'Poof~'

The iron-clawed wolf Wald separated.

The magician picked up Wald's head, wrapped it in cloth, glanced at the sheepfold, smiled faintly, and turned to walk deeper into the cottage.

Lawson watched the magician leave, knowing that the other party was most likely going to find the treasure chest.

There was a fierce struggle in his heart.

"This is a magician, and he is quite powerful. Shall I go out and have a fight, a teacher or something? ”

"But he's a ruthless man, and he's going to kill people at every turn. Looking at the face, he is not a tolerant person. If I don't want to take in the apprentices, I'm afraid I'll ......."

"The thieves in the cottage seem to have died, there are so many beasts and poisonous insects in the forest, and I don't know the way out of the mountain, if I stay here alone, I'm afraid I won't be able to live."

"No matter, die early or die later, it's death anyway, it's better to fight!"

After a fierce psychological struggle, Rosen gritted his teeth, got out of the haystack, stepped out of the sheepfold in a few steps, and shouted at the magician's back: "Sir, do you need an apprentice?" ”

The magician didn't stop, didn't speak, but didn't do anything to Lawson, as if he didn't exist.

Such a reaction gave Rosen a glimmer of hope.

When talking about business, as long as the customer does not directly reject you, then you still have a chance, because the other party is most likely waiting for you to show your core chips.

What are his chips now?

Yes, he can draw...... And the drawing skills are 'amazing'.

He immediately shouted, "Sir, I am hard-working, willing to do anything, and I can also paint, and I can do it very well." ”

The magician seemed to be moved, his footsteps stopped, and he half-turned his head to look at Rosen: "I killed two of your companions, don't you hate me?" ”

"That's not my companions, I'm forced to stay with them."

"I can manipulate corpses, release curses, and control poisonous insects, and I'm a complete evil mage, aren't you afraid?"

"But you didn't kill me, did you?"

"Heh~~~ It's kind of interesting....... Okay, I'm just missing a helper to carry a bag. ”

After speaking, he threw the cloth bag with the head to Lawson's side: "This filthy thing can be exchanged for money, you take it for me." ”

Rosen breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately ran towards the cloth bag, and the moment he picked up the cloth bag with both hands, his fingertips clearly felt the soft and warm touch of the human head.

The thought that it was a real head inside, and that the owner of this head was still an acquaintance, his heart beat uncontrollably.

I didn't expect to pick up a dead man's head with my own hands. ’

This incident had a great psychological impact on him, and there was a 'click' in his mind, and there was another screenshot on the desktop, which was the picture of him holding his head with both hands.

Fortunately, Rosen has a lot of experience, and his mind is far stronger than that of ordinary teenagers, so after a little relief, he returned to normal.

With a strong hand, he threw the cloth bag onto his back and strode to keep up with the magician's footsteps.