Greece brings evildoers.

Chapter 483: Ciri, the Lightning Speed
In the early morning, the outline of a village appeared in the hazy mist.

Hundreds of villagers in simple clothes gathered in front of an old tree house, some whispering, some waiting solemnly.

A quarter of an hour later, seeing the fog surrounding the village getting thicker, the white-bearded elder came to the closed door of the tree house with a wooden stick and knocked nervously:

"The time has come."

The door opened, and a girl wearing a blue wreath and gorgeous clothes walked out of the house like a bride-to-be, led by two peasant women.

At the end of the road, the bearded middle-aged man who had been waiting for a long time stepped forward and hugged his daughter, then bent down and kissed her cheek.

It was not until he heard the villagers urging him that he reluctantly let go of his arms. He stared at his daughter who was dressed up so beautifully today and couldn't help but burst into tears:

"Forgive me, child. Daddy can't help it."

The girl shook her head gently, raised her hand to wipe away her father's tears, then took a deep breath and gave a firm answer:

"I want to bring salvation to our village!"

After saying this, the girl resolutely stepped over her father and walked into the thick fog outside the village.

A spectator covered in a cloak was about to follow, but his shoulder was firmly held down by a hand from behind.

As the girl's figure was swallowed by the white mist, the villagers watching couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

According to "tradition", as long as the ceremony is completed, the village will have peace in the following year and no one will be killed for angering the "god".

As if they had anticipated what was to come, the villagers who were watching the scene either shook their heads and dispersed in twos and threes, or walked up to pat the middle-aged man on the shoulder with sympathy, or stood at the entrance of the village waiting for the fog to dissipate...

However, no one noticed that there seemed to be four missing figures among the crowd of onlookers.

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At the same time, in the foggy woods outside the village.

The girl who was struggling to sacrifice herself to save the villagers was knocked unconscious by a knife and fell limply into Rose's arms.

Ciri pulled down her hood and looked at the human mage who called himself "Lorne" with some confusion:

"Why did you stop me in the village just now?"

Lorne glanced at Ciri beside him and gave serious advice:

"If you don't want to cause trouble for your employer, you should keep a low profile."

"Why do you say that?"

Galadriel beside her also came over and asked curiously.

Looking at the two curious teammates, Lorne had no choice but to make it clear:
"We talked about this on the road before. This tradition in the village has been going on for decades, right?"

Ciri and Galadriel nodded.

Although the human population is huge, most individuals are weak.

A small village like this in a remote area naturally does not have the power to fight against the monsters in the fog.

In order to survive, they can only choose to compromise, select sacrifices from the group, satisfy the monsters' appetite, and ensure the safety of the village. This is the truth of [Tradition].

Lorne continued to explain: "It has been going on for decades. To be conservative, nearly one-third of the families in this village have lost their daughters. If we show up in a swaggering manner, solve the monster in the fog, and rescue the girl, if you are the villagers who have lost their daughters, what would you think?"

Galadriel thought for a moment, vaguely understood Lorne's meaning, and slowly said:

"Will she be mentally unbalanced? Why should my daughter die and his daughter live?"

Lorne nodded and continued:

"Moreover, if they knew that we were the demon hunters hired by the girl's father to destroy the [tradition], they would feel even more unbalanced and might even vent their anger on the father and daughter. Therefore, for the sake of our employer, it is better to handle this matter in a subtle way."

"How can it be as exaggerated as you say? They are just a group of ordinary people who were persecuted by monsters. Even if they want revenge, they should find the monsters. How can they have such great malice towards their fellow victims?"

Ciri objected, her face full of disbelief.

Luo En did not argue, and said with a smile:

"How about we make a bet? If you guess right..."

"Your account with Galadriel is settled!"

Ciri immediately hugged Galadriel's arms and made her request impatiently.

Because she lived deep in the palace when she was young and lacked playmates, she longed for a friend of her own age.

After spending these two days together, she liked the elegant and knowledgeable Galadriel very much. In addition, because they were both of the royal blood of the elves, there was a kind of intimacy between the two.

Especially after learning that Galadriel owed someone a huge debt, Ciri wanted to help her new friend even more, and today she just took this opportunity to bring it up.

Luo En laughed and said, "What if you lose?"

Galadriel on the side wanted to stop the bet, but it was too late.

Without waiting for her to speak, Ciri patted his chest and made a promise readily:

"I'll help pay her debt!"

"make a deal!"

Lorne raised his hand with a smile and decisively high-fived Ciri to seal the agreement.

But seeing that the matter was done, Galadriel immediately regretted it.

On the way, Xili saw that she was sometimes depressed and couldn't help asking the reason.

She was not very good at lying, so she had to explain half-heartedly that she owed someone a huge debt and it was a bit difficult to pay it back. As a result, the human girl with a strong sense of justice remembered this matter in her heart and took the initiative to help today.

But little did she know that what she owed was not ordinary gold, silver and treasures, but hundreds or even thousands of years of labor.

Even though Ciri had a lot of money, he couldn't come up with chips of equal value.

If I lose, I'm afraid I'll only be able to lose myself.

For now, we can only hope that Ciri has good luck and can win this bet.

Just as Galadriel was secretly distressed, a low roar came from the depths of the dense forest, and the fog around her suddenly churned like boiling water, changing into the appearances of many living beings, including humans and animals.

"It turned out to be a fog monster."

Lorne glanced at the changes around him and spoke thoughtfully.

Upon hearing this, Xili, who was standing by, immediately remembered the relevant records in the book.

Wherever there is thick fog, there may be a fog demon. They can be found in swamps, mountain passes, and along the banks of rivers and lakes. If there is no fog, this extraordinary life form called a "fog demon" can create or summon the thick fog.

Thick fog is not only a hiding place for fog demons, but also a weapon. They manipulate the fog to make travelers alone, unable to see the road, and unable to hear the sound. Like fireflies, they emit a weak light to attract lost people to their nests in swamps, caves or ravines.

In the mysterious world, this creature is an excellent illusionist, but its own strength is not very strong and the threat it poses to mortals is extremely limited.

Whether using a strong will to resist illusions or relying on magic and weapons, these timid guys can be scared away.

But the thing in front of me seems to be very different from what is recorded.

The fog it controls can not only surround entire human villages, but can even actively attack pedestrians.

"With years of sacrifices and blood feeding, not to mention a fog monster, even a dog can evolve." Loen explained in a deep voice, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

In theory, these randomly generated monsters pose no threat to human settlements.

But fear crushed the will of the villagers, making them dare not resist, let alone go out. They could only choose to cut their flesh to feed the tiger, and use living people to feed the fog monster, allowing it to grow step by step, and become stronger step by step, and finally it became a monster covering an area of ​​several kilometers.

Feeling the surrounding atmosphere becoming increasingly heavy, a sound of limbs climbing came from the cave in front, and Loen reminded in a deep voice:
"Watch out, it's coming!"

Ciri nodded, swiftly drew out the silver sword from behind, and took out a bottle of potion from her bosom and poured it into her mouth.

Under the catalysis of the magic potion, her originally emerald eyes turned into the vertical pupils of an animal. Her sight easily penetrated the obstruction of the fog and took in the surrounding environment.

At the same time, a ball of silver-grey light flowed over her body, making her steps light and brisk, and her figure difficult to understand, as if she was disconnected from the surrounding environment.

——Ancient blood.

This is a very rare talent. People with this bloodline can control time and space, and even reach a level that even the elven sage cannot reach.

Unfortunately, very few bloodline inheritors can awaken and control this powerful ability. Ciri seems to be a rare exception in thousands of years.

However, judging from her performance, she is not proficient in it and can only be stimulated briefly through potions.

Moreover, she drank the potion before she met the enemy, wasting a lot of time to activate her bloodline, which shows that she lacks experience in fighting the enemy.

Lorne, who was following behind, commented secretly, then turned to look at Galadriel beside him.

In comparison, the performance of this elf princess is remarkable.

Although she was in combat mode, her behavior was still relatively relaxed. She held an exquisitely shaped elven bow in her hand, with her right hand on the bowstring, and her body subconsciously hidden behind the surrounding obstacles.

As the two approached the cave entrance, a giant fleshy worm that was dozens of meters long and looked like a centipede suddenly rushed out of the fog. The three pairs of deformed arms in front of it slapped the outside of the cave fiercely, disturbing the uninvited guests who were offering sacrifices.

Ciri, who was the first to be hit, rolled sideways and nimbly avoided the attack, while the glowing silver sword in her hand stabbed into the mist demon's lower abdomen.

As the sword was pulled out, large amounts of red and black dirty blood gushed out from the wound, splashing on the ground with a sizzling sound.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

At the same time, two elven arrows flew through the air and shot into its eye sockets, causing it to go blind instantly.

The continuous damage caused the fog monster to roar in pain, and its three deformed arms flapped wildly.

But Ciri dodged them all nimbly and chopped off those arms with her backhand.

Thus, with the close cooperation of an elven archer and a demon hunter, the superficial fog demon was easily brought down.

Ciri stepped forward and stepped on the monster's thick neck, raised the silver sword in her hand, and prepared to give the fog monster a fatal blow and end the battle completely.

However, the moment Ciri raised her sword, the deformed humanoid head of the mist demon twisted and uttered a wailing sound that sounded like both a man and a woman:
"don't want……"

"stop……"

"Save me! Save me!"

In a trance, Ciri saw faces of pain and wailing on that face.

There are travelers, girls, old men, and children...

"puff!"

With the dull sound of a sharp blade entering flesh, the struggling deformed head rolled off the broken neck.

Ciri woke up as if from a dream, and seeing the sharp forelimb almost sticking in front of her eyes, she couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

so close!

If it was any later, she would probably have been skewered like bacon by this thing.

And Galadriel, who was behind, couldn't help but feel a little scared.

Just now, she was also confused by the monster's pleading and lost her mind for a moment.

At this time, Lorne stepped forward and gave a bad review unhappily:

"I asked you to protect the mage, but you ended up asking me, a mage, to protect you with a knife. You all failed!"

After being scolded, Galadriel and Ciri felt their faces flushed and felt ashamed.

Although both of them have strong abilities and remarkable potential, they live a life of luxury and lack experience in fighting enemies, which lowers their overall level.

Seeing that the two men's arrogance had been restrained after this lesson, Loen leaned over to pick up the head of the Mist Demon that had died with its eyes open, and said to the two men:

"Let's go, we should go check out the village."

Ciri came back to her senses and suddenly realized:

It seemed that there was another bet waiting for her in the village.

I shouldn't lose, right?
The young demon hunter muttered to himself, then followed with some trepidation.

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As soon as the three men walked out of the dense forest, fierce shouting and cursing were heard from the village entrance.

"How dare you destroy tradition and blaspheme the Lord God!"

A group of angry villagers picked up stones on the ground and threw them at Rose who came out holding the sacrifice.

Since she had not received any orders to attack the villagers, Rose could only dodge frequently.

But in the chaos, several villagers gritted their teeth, took out dung forks and daggers, and stabbed Rose and the girl, trying to continue the sacrifice to prevent the "gods" in the mist from punishing them.

"enough!"

A bulging package flew out of the forest with a cold shout, knocking down several villagers who rushed forward with weapons.

Unable to bear it any longer, Ciri drew out her steel sword, opened her bag, revealed the hideous head of the mist demon, and roared:
"Look carefully, there is no god at all, it's just a fog monster!"

Seeing the bloody head on the ground, the villagers who were shouting just now trembled and trembled to defend their actions:
"This is tradition, and you are violating tradition."

"Tradition? The tradition of giving your own people to monsters to eat, and then letting yourself live?"

Ciri asked angrily, looking at the villagers with even more contempt.
"You have the courage to point your knives at your own people, but why don't you have the courage to fight the monsters in the forest and fight for a way out for everyone? You are a bunch of cowards who only know how to bully the weak and fear the strong!"

Seeing that the hot-tempered little princess was about to rant again, Loen quickly held her down, glanced at the trembling villagers, and said in a deep voice:

"Excuse me, everyone. We are travelers passing through your village. Our goods have been destroyed and my companions are in a bad mood."

After hearing Luo En introduce himself and speak in a gentle tone, the villagers who were originally intimidated by the force instantly became tough again:
"Outsiders? Who told you to interrupt the ceremony? Get out!"

"That's right, get out!"

Facing the insults, Lorne smiled slightly, and a huge magic array covered the entire village:

"You can go, but the one who destroyed our goods is your god. I'll give you 30,000 gold coins. Who will pay for it?"

Feeling the breath of destruction above their heads, the villagers turned pale and looked at each other blankly.

(End of this chapter)