Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 483 The speed of light is given to Ciri for free

In the early morning, the outline of a village appeared in the hazy mist.

A hundred or so simply dressed villagers gathered in front of an old tree house, either whispering or waiting solemnly.

A quarter of an hour later, seeing the fog shrouding the village getting thicker and thicker, the gray-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 on her head and a full dress, like a bride to be married, was led out of the house by two peasant women.

At the end of the road, the middle-aged man with a beard who had been waiting for a long time couldn't help but stepped forward to hug his daughter, lowered his head and kissed her cheek gently.

It wasn't until the villagers' urging came from the side that he reluctantly let go of his arms, stared at his daughter who was dressed up extraordinarily beautifully today, and couldn't help but burst into tears:

"Forgive me, child, there's nothing dad can do about 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 that, the girl stepped over her father resolutely and walked into the thick fog outside the village.

An onlooker covered in a cloak was about to start and follow, but his shoulder was firmly held down by a hand behind him.

As the girl's figure was engulfed by the white mist, the surrounding villagers could not help but heave a sigh of relief.

According to "tradition", as long as the ritual is completed, the village will usher in peace in the next year, and no one will be killed for offending the "god".

As if they had a premonition of what was to come, the onlookers shook their heads and dispersed in twos and threes, or walked up and patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder sympathetically, 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.

~~

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 her body fell limply in Rose's arms.

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

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

Lorne glanced at Shiri beside him and gave serious advice:

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

"Why do you say that?"

Galadriel on the side also came over and asked curiously.

Looking at his two novice teammates who looked like curious babies, Lorne had no choice but to clarify his words:

"We talked on the road before. This tradition in the village has been going on for decades, right?"

Ciri and Galadriel nodded.

Although human beings have a large population, most individuals are weak.

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

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

Lorne continued to explain: "It lasted for decades. To be conservative, nearly one-third of the families in this village gave away their daughters for this. If we show up in a big way and solve the monster in the fog, , rescued the girl, what would you think if you were the villagers who lost your daughter? "

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

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

Lorne nodded and continued to add:

"Moreover, if they know that we are the demon hunters invited by the girl's father to destroy [tradition], the imbalance in their hearts will be even greater, and they may be angry with the father and daughter. Therefore, for the sake of the employer, For your own sake, it’s better to handle this matter in a subtle way.”

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

Ciri retorted with disbelief.

Lorne did not argue and said with a smile:

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

"Your debt with Galadriel is wiped clean!"

Ciri immediately hugged Galadriel's arm and couldn't wait to make the request.

Because she lived in the palace as a child and lacked playmates, she longed for a friend of the same age.

And through these two days of getting along, she fell in love with the elegant and knowledgeable Galadriel. Coupled with the fact that they are both of the elven royal family, there is a certain intimacy between the two.

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

Lorne smiled and said, "What if you lose?"

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

Xili patted her chest without waiting for her to speak, and made a promise readily:

"I'll help pay her debts!"

"make a deal!"

Lorne raised his hand with a smile and decisively high-fived Ciri to make a promise.

Seeing that the done thing was done, Galadri immediately regretted it.

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

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 off. As a result, this human girl with a strong sense of justice took this matter to heart and took the initiative to help today.

But as everyone knows, what she owes is not ordinary gold and silver treasures, but hundreds or thousands of years of labor.

Even though Xili was quite wealthy, he couldn't afford the same amount of chips.

Once you lose, I'm afraid you will have no choice but to catch up with yourself.

For this purpose, I just hope that Xili will be lucky enough to successfully win this bet.

Just as Galadriel was secretly distressed, a low roar came from the depths of the jungle, and the surrounding mist suddenly rolled like boiling water, changing the appearance of many beings, including humans and beasts.

"It turns out to be a mist demon."

Lorne glanced at the changes around him and spoke thoughtfully.

Hearing this, Xili on the side immediately remembered the relevant records in the book.

Wherever there is thick fog, there may be fog monsters. They are found in swamps, mountain passes, and along the banks of rivers and lakes. If there is no fog, this extraordinary being called the "fog demon" can also create or summon thick fog by itself.

The function of thick fog is not only to hide the fog monster, but also to be its weapon. They control the fog and can make travelers alone, unable to see the road or hear the sound. Like fireflies, they emit a faint light that attracts strays to their lairs in swamps, caves, or ravines.

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

Whether you use your strong will to resist illusions, or rely on magic and weapons, you can scare away these timid guys.

But the thing in front of me seemed to be very different from what was recorded.

The mist it controls can not only surround an entire human village, but can even actively attack pedestrians.

"With years of sacrifices and blood food, even a dog can evolve, let alone a fog demon." Lorne explained in a deep voice, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

This kind of randomly spawned mobs theoretically poses no threat to human settlements.

But fear destroyed the will of those villagers, making them dare not resist, let alone go out. They could only choose to cut the meat to feed the tiger, and feed the mist demon with living people, so that it could grow and grow stronger step by step, and finally It became a monster covering several kilometers.

Feeling that the surrounding atmosphere was getting thicker, a sound of climbing limbs came from the cave in front, and Lorne reminded in a deep voice:

"Watch out, it's coming!"

Ciri nodded, neatly pulled out the silver sword from behind, took out a bottle of magic potion from her arms and poured it into her mouth.

Under the catalysis of the potion, her original emerald eyes turned into the vertical pupils of a beast. Her sight easily passed through the obstruction of the fog, taking in a panoramic view of the surrounding environment.

At the same time, a silver-gray aura circulated around her body, making her steps light and lively, and her figure elusive, as if she was out of touch with the surrounding environment.

—Blood of the Ancients.

This is a very rare talent. People with this bloodline can control time and space, and even reach a state that even the elf sage can't reach.

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

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

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

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

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

Although she was in a fighting state, her words and deeds were still relatively relaxed. She held an exquisite elf bow in her hand, her right hand was clasped on the bow string, and her body was subconsciously hidden behind the surrounding obstacles.

As the two of them approached the entrance of the cave, a giant centipede-like meat insect that was tens of meters long rushed out of the mist. Three pairs of deformed arms in front of it slammed out of the cave to disturb the uninvited guests who were offering sacrifices.

Ciri, who was the first to bear the brunt, rolled over and nimbly dodged the attack, while the glowing silver sword in her hand stabbed into the mist demon's belly.

As the sword blade was pulled out, large amounts of red and black blood spurted out from the wound and splashed on the ground with a sizzling sound.

"Poof! Poof!"

At the same time, two elven secret arrows shot through the air into its eye sockets, making it blind instantly.

The continuous injuries caused the mist demon to roar in pain, and its three deformed arms flapped wildly.

But Ciri avoided them all deftly and cut off those arms with her backhand.

Therefore, with the close cooperation of an elf archer and a demon hunter, the superficial mist demon was easily brought down.

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

However, the moment Xili raised her sword, the misty demon's deformed humanoid head was distorted, and a burst of male and female moans came from its mouth:

"don't want…"

"stop…"

"Help me! Help me!"

In a daze, Shiri saw faces that were filled with pain and grief.

There are travelers, girls, old people, children...

"puff!"

Accompanied by the dull sound of a sharp knife entering flesh, the struggling deformed head rolled off the broken neck.

Xili woke up from her dream and saw a sharp forelimb that almost reached her eyes, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

What a risk!

Any later, and she might be skewered into bacon by this thing.

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

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

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

"I asked you to protect the mage, but you ended up doing well. In the end, I, the mage, was asked to protect me with a knife, and all failed!"

Galadriel and Ciri, who had been scolded, suddenly felt a fever on their faces and felt ashamed in their hearts.

Although the two of them have good strength and great potential, due to their privileged lifestyle, they have a serious lack of experience against enemies, which has lowered their overall level.

Seeing that the arrogance in their bones had somewhat subsided after they received this lesson, Lorne leaned over and picked up the head of the fog demon that was still staring at death, and said to the two of them:

"Let's go, it's time for us to go see the village."

Shirley came back to her senses and suddenly realized:

It seems that there is another bet waiting for her in the village.

Probably, you won’t lose, right?

The young demon hunter muttered something in his heart, and then followed him with some anxiety.

~~

As soon as the three of them walked out of the dense forest, fierce shouting and cursing came from the entrance of the village.

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

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

Since there was no order to attack the villagers, Rose could only dodge frequently.

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

"Enough!"

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

Unable to bear it, Xili pulled out the steel sword, opened the baggage, revealed the ferocious head of the fog demon, and roared:

"See clearly, there is no **** at all, it's just a fog demon!"

Seeing the **** head on the ground, the villagers who had been shouting just now trembled and tremblingly defended their actions:

"This is tradition, and you violated tradition."

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

Xili asked angrily, looking at the villagers with even more contempt.

"You have the courage to point the knife at your own people, but why don't you have the courage to fight the monsters in the forest to save everyone's life? A group of cowards who only bully the weak and fear the strong!"

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

"Everyone, I'm sorry, we are travelers passing by and happened to pass through your village. The goods were destroyed and my companion was in a bad mood."

Hearing Lorne announce his identity and his tone became gentle again, the villagers who were originally frightened by the force suddenly became hardened again:

"Outlander? Who told you to interrupt the ceremony! Get out!"

"That's right, get out!"

Faced with the insult, Lorne smiled slightly, and a huge magic array enveloped the entire village:

"You can go, but the one who destroyed our goods is the **** you raised. Chenghui has 30,000 gold coins. Who will settle the bill?"

Feeling the aura of destruction above their heads, the villagers' faces turned earth-colored and they looked at each other blankly.

(End of chapter)