The news of the young man made Ran's journey even more urgent.

In his mouth, this invasion of Nilfgaard clearly did not look like a standard medieval Western war.

I don't care about the population, and even the land that has been cultivated can be destroyed at will. This abnormality is simply frightening.

It's like facing a madman murderer who can't figure out the routine.

So much so that the witcher gave up the idea of crossing the river at this ferry without even thinking about it.

He walked all the way downstream, found the deepest shoal that could reach his waist, and walked straight over.

It's strange that there are no refugees in this small shoal.

Because when Lan En was all the way, basically every river crossing point with good hydrological conditions was already overcrowded.

But the closer you get downstream, the fewer people there are.

Young people, who have been blocked from information for a long time, don't know why this is for the time being.

But soon after he crossed the river, he understood.

At that time, Lan was leading Popai through the fields and woods.

He was unfamiliar with the land, and the last time he traveled with Regis he had only taken one road, and the rest of the place had not even been heard of.

So he could only follow the vaguely visible country roads, trying to find a human village.

This line of thinking is correct, there is a way for people.

Soon, the witcher and his horse saw the fields.

Lan En was refreshed by this, if there is farmland, then there will be farms or villages nearby, and then there will be cities that are supported by farms or villages.

He's finally going to see someone.

But it backfired, and he heard nothing as Lane went deeper and deeper along the path through the wheat fields.

There is no dog barking in every village, and these farm dogs can continue to bark for more than ten minutes when they smell the smell of outsiders!

There is no low chirping of ploughing oxen, no noise of chickens, ducks and geese scurrying all over the ground, not even the sound of people.

The expression under Lan's hood gradually changed from confusion to indifference.

Because he smelled some smells, some of which did not diffuse in a wide range on a cold day because of the reduced activity of the molecules—

Protein, or flesh, is the smell of being cooked!

Lan En led his horse and drove to the village in the middle of the farmland.

Or the remains of a village.

Scavenging birds hovered in the sky, circling a wisp of black smoke that was about to thin to the point of disappearing.

The village had turned into a white field, covered with a layer of white grass ash on the blackened marks of the fire.

That's the mark of the burning of wooden building materials.

Taverns, houses, butchers' butchers. These locations are still faintly recognizable, but there is only a shelf left.

The hooves of Popai's horses trampled on the ruins, and they continued to walk inside.

Immediately, Len saw what he had seen in the ancient Greek world—

Heaped up, charred, human bones.

In the place where the fire was most intense, the human bones had been burned to black charcoal, but the body shape was still faintly recognizable.

Men, women, children, and the elderly had their limbs so entangled that they were even burned into a ball when they turned into char!

Lan's face turned completely cold, and Popai, who was beside him, seemed to feel some kind of danger, and couldn't help but want to retreat.

The reins creaked in Lan's hand.

Yes, Rann has seen this meeting.

Although the scale is not as large as it is now, the method is the same.

On the island of Kepharonia in ancient Greece, the priests who revered the gods of Olympus chose to kill all the sick people at the outbreak of the plague and then burn everything in order to prevent the spread of the plague and save more innocent lives.

Lane would have felt pitiful for the corpses, but he wasn't angry at the sacrifices.

Because he knows: limited by historical limitations, limited by the understanding of disease and medicine. In those days, this was the best way to stop the plague!

For those sacrifices that killed people, they even took close hands themselves in order to prevent the residents from suffering, and made sure that the residents walked smoothly.

On that pile of corpses in ancient Greece, all the corpse wounds were clean and neat.

The sacrificers were mentally prepared to bear the sin before they mustered up the courage to approach the people infected with the plague and take action.

But what about here?

The guy who killed them didn't seem to be looking after burning the corpses.

They also placed several wooden poles next to the pile of corpses, on which a wheel was placed horizontally.

On each wheel was a corpse that was no longer human.

The corpses, which were supposed to be able to stretch out of the wheels, were all deliberately broken, and then twisted and tied to the outer ring of the wheels.

For example, it is specially made to serve as a dinner plate for scavenging crows and vultures.

Wheel punishment.

A punishment that is both humiliating and punishable.

Lan En let out a slow breath.

The air that came out of his hot body turned into a thick white mist in the current temperature, like smoke spilling from between the demon's fiery teeth!

If you were on the island of Kepharonia, you saw the pile of corpses piled up in front of the statues.

What made Lan En feel was helplessness, pity, and the determination of the sacrifices born under the belief in Olympus.

That's all he feels here.' disgusting'.

Lann was just tall enough for his eyes to rise above the flat surface of the wheels.

Above, the corpse of a young woman whose eyeballs had been pecked away by birds was looking at him, meeting his amber cat's eyes.

How did she feel before she died?

Lan thought inexplicably.

"It's not been long to die, is it?"

As if on a commission, the witcher muttered a catch on track.

"Yes, sir. These people who put up the wheels seem to be just a whim, they are not professional. Traditionally, the goal of wheel punishment is to make the victim live on the wheel for a few days. ”

Mentos's voice was soft, as if to avoid waking something.

"Sir, I would like to warn you. Your mood curve is rising. ”

This physiological value, which had been stable for a long time since Stetsa was killed by Lann, had been walking on its own backstage in the background of Mentos.

During this period, it was in the country of Reed, and there were violent ups and downs when he broke into Xianfeng Temple. Until today.

"Seeing this situation, it's inevitable to be in a bad mood."

Lan En said flatly.

But the more bland he was, the more thrilling Mentos was watching the curve of the values in the background.

"Ah, I found it."

The witcher set off from the position of the wheel torture, and looked down on the ground with a blank face.

Eventually, he found additional horseshoe prints at the site of a messy pile of human footprints.

Immediately, Lan En looked at the horseshoe prints that stretched out into the distance.

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