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After saying this, she looked at Edimu, touched her own face, and said bitterly, "If it weren't for your potion that turned me into a Westerling, I wouldn't have been humiliated like that at the banquet. And now, with this face, I can't even set foot in Emerald Harbor!"

Upon hearing this, Hopper and Edim both sat up straight. Edim because he had never heard of the inside story before, while Hopper was simply excited.

The Devil shuddered. Finally, all her performances were about to pay off. The reason she had tried so hard not to speak was to guide this fool to reveal himself.

"I already know you made the potion," Edimu said to Hopper with a suspicious look on his face. "Did you orchestrate this whole thing? Instigating Ms. Judith to buy the potion and causing her to run up a debt she couldn't repay?"

Hopper almost laughed out loud; the knight's innocence was endearing. However, the succubus said earnestly, "Don't tell, Judith. Let's keep it our little secret."

Judith smiled. The fact that the knight was on her side gave her confidence. She put her hands on her hips and said to Hopper, whose tone had softened, "Herbalist, don't tell me what to do. I have nothing left, so I don't have to abide by your stupid agreement."

Perhaps to prevent Hopper from saying anything else to stop her, she quickened her pace, pointed at Hopper menacingly, and tilted her head toward the knight. "Knight Sassen, she's a witch who made a deal with the devil! The potion she brewed for me wasn't a regular one, but a magical one she begged from the devil. I signed a contract with her to become normal again, exchanging my most precious possessions for a potion."

After that, she looked at the shocked Hopper with a smug look and sarcastically said, "Don't be surprised. You think you're so smart, but you didn't expect that you would personally hand the handle to me. I knew it when I heard you muttering 'Flas' the other day when we were making the medicine. You don't think that a learned poet has never heard of the great devil 'Flas', do you?"

The whole house was so quiet that you could hear the crackling of the flames.

"Judith! How could you say that? Have you forgotten our confidentiality agreement?" Hopper stood up suddenly, looking very excited. But she was actually very happy. Oh, my silly Judith, if I didn't deliberately reveal the secret to you, how could you feel so confident and take the initiative to leak it to others?

"So what if I broke the rules? I just told you, you can take whatever you want anytime!" The poet was already at the end of her patience. She couldn't lose her temper with a powerful figure like Westerling, and she also had to control her temper in front of the Knight Edim she admired. But facing a herbalist from the countryside, Judith was unwilling to endure it any longer.

"Wait until I take off all your disguises and see how you can pretend to be a good person, bitch!" said the poet sarcastically.

The knight, Madam Judith, stood before the two men, his thick brows furrowed. "Thank you for telling me the truth. I had no idea there was any conflict between you two. But what you said is too much."

Hopper covered her face with her hands and rushed out of the house, leaving the Knight and Judith behind. However, she covered her face only to avoid being discovered by them, and the smile on her face could no longer be hidden.

The succubus stalked toward the mule, still slowly munching on grass, humming a tune to herself. She could have demanded Judith fulfill her promise right then and there, but the knight's recent behavior had given Hopper a second thought. Now that everything was secure, she only needed to find a moment to detonate it. Perhaps she could even seize the knight's soul.

It was past noon when Hopper left home, and the sun was almost setting. The mule trudged along the dirt path they had come, and she was in no hurry.

In fact, she originally came with the idea of ​​running into the orcs who came to plunder, and then finding a way to sneak in.

There was the sound of horse hooves behind him. Unfortunately, there was only one horse. Hopper didn't need to look back to know it was Knight Edim, who was pursuing him.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," the knight said, slowing down to walk with Hopper, and apologized sincerely, "I shouldn't have asked."

"You shouldn't have questioned this," a cold voice emerged from behind the veil. Clearly, the voice's owner was still angry. "I'm not angry because of Lady Judith's attitude, but because of your inappropriate words and actions. As a knight, you're so relentless in pursuing the private affairs between two ladies. Is this what a perfect person taught you?"

Hopper still didn't look at Knight Edim, but she knew exactly how a knight like him, who was so stubborn and adhered to the rules, would react.

However, she didn't wait for the knight to stammer out a further apology. Hopper turned her head slightly puzzled and saw the knight lagging behind with a red face, as if preparing some important speech.

"I won't tell anyone." He seemed to have made up his mind, clenching his fists tightly, and finally managed to utter these few words: "I will pretend that I didn't hear anything today."

Selfishness is the wedge that pries open the oath.

The succubus pulled the reins, slowing the mule down. She was taller than the knight, and riding the mule was at eye level with Edim on horseback.

"Thank you, Knight. I know this is difficult for you, you sacrificed your principles for a helpless herbalist," she said softly.

Hearing Hopper's words, the knight, who had been tense, finally relaxed, his eyes still shining brightly in the twilight. He boldly reached out and pulled the mule's reins, making the two mounts almost parallel to each other.

"This doesn't violate my principles," he said slowly, as if he was embarrassed to boast. "You have provided selfless assistance to Knight Yaron and the demi-humans in the city. Your actions have convinced me that you made the potion with good intentions. But can you promise to try not to make deals with the devil again in the future?"

Edim's eyes dimmed, and Hopper knew what he was thinking. The mount moved slowly, and Hopper's skirt and armor made a small friction sound. The demon was waiting for him to speak.

The knight took a deep breath and said, "I once saw an old man who was older than you and had more life experience. He thought he could profit from the devil, but in the end..."

Hopper stopped him from speaking. The herbalist's voice was a little flustered: "Look over there, isn't that Judith's house?"

The knight turned his head suddenly, and in the gradually dimming blue-purple sky, the orange-yellow flames dancing in the distance became more and more obvious.

Chuiyan Village is on fire!

Chapter 130 Bloodbath

They were only a few miles from the village and could clearly see the fire in the village getting more intense. Hopper thought he could even smell the ash and burning smell on the wind.

"There's more than one fire!" Edim frowned, his hand tightly gripping his sword. He didn't rush forward blindly as Hopper had expected, but squinted his eyes and carefully observed the scene before him.

"It's impossible for flames to appear at both the front and back of the village at the same time. Chuiyan Village isn't on fire," he concluded. "It's being invaded!"

Hopper grabbed his arm nervously, her eyes wide with fear, and she trembled and said, "Judith! And those children..."

The knight patted Hopper's hand soothingly, looked back at her, and said decisively, "I'm sorry, ma'am. I know, I know, leaving you alone on the road is not what a knight should do. But the fire is burning ahead, and I can't turn a blind eye to the disaster that may happen in the village of Chuiyan. I must go to support. Could you please go to the next village alone?"

After saying this, as if worried that she would be scared, Yidim added: "Don't worry, this is already the main road. You will not be in danger. I believe you are a brave girl, right?"

Young Edim, with his stubbled face, spoke like a child pretending to be mature. Hopper guessed he had copied it from an older knight.

The demon didn't expose him. The stage was already set, and she was eager to act. So she grasped the knight's hand even more tightly, tears in her eyes, and said sincerely, "Don't worry about me. The moonlight is beautiful tonight, and I won't be in danger."

Edim nodded and pretended not to care as he pulled out his left hand that was pinched by the powerful succubus.

The knight glanced at the sky. None of the three moon goddesses had risen yet today. He automatically regarded Hopper's words as an excuse to reassure him. Without saying anything more, he turned his horse around and galloped towards the village of Chuiyan.

Therefore, he also missed the ever-widening smile on the demon's face.

Hopper also glanced at the sky. The southeast was slightly red. Tonight, only the arrogant and aloof Lady Red Moon would spread her light to the mortal world. This was very suitable for his actions.

The succubus jumped off the mule, and the stupid animal, sensing the demon's undisguised aura, was so frightened that it ran away.

Hopper stretched out her body. She had been pretending to be a good person for too long. It was time to savor the joy of battle.

"My dear, have you been waiting for a long time too?" The Lust Demon patted the flaming longbow he took out from the space bag, and flicked the long sword in his hand.

The long sword hummed due to the vibration, as if responding to her.

"Great, I knew you couldn't wait either."

The mule had already run away, so Hopper chose to go through the fields and bushes. This was faster and more covert than taking the main road.

The summer night breeze blew her hair as Hopper ran at full speed, feeling the desire for battle and blood slowly rising in her heart. The smoke drifting in the air, the screams that became more and more obvious, and the brighter firelight further stimulated her.

The entire Chuiyan Village was on fire. Edim's judgment was correct. It was indeed not a fire.

It's the invasion of orcs.

The reason he was so sure was that four orcs had already appeared in Hopper's field of vision. The leading orc was taller than Hopper, and the halflings' house was too low for him, so he had to bend over to check if there were any living creatures inside.

So, by the time he heard the sound of a bowstring, it was already too late. The orc raised his head in confusion, his foolish little eyes darting around until he saw the sharp arrow lodged in one of his companions' throats, and then he suddenly roared in anger.

"What a pity, I wanted to shoot his left eye." A slender figure holding a bow walked out from the shadows not far away.

Hopper looked at his hands with regret. Fortunately, Professor Bi Guan didn't see it, otherwise he would definitely be punished to practice for three more days.

Cook's darkvision was enough to allow him to see the enemy clearly in the dim firelight. It was a female pink-skinned person. Although she was armed, Cook knew that the pink-skinned person was far inferior to the powerful One-Eyed Son in strength and physical strength, and the death of his subordinates made him furious.

"Kuk wants her head!" he roared. The three orcs immediately formed a triangle and advanced. The orcs on either side attacked head-on, while the cunning Cook deliberately lagged behind, waiting for the pink-skinned woman to show a flaw so he could stab her to death with his spear.

The slightly thinner two-handed hammer orc was faster and more flexible. He rushed over and swung his hammer at the pink-skinned man.

Hopper jumped lightly, avoiding the orc's full-strength hammer. She landed on the hammer head, and the orc felt a huge force coming from the hammer, unable to even pull the weapon from the ground.

The demon stomped his foot on the hammer handle, using the momentum to flip over the orc's head. The powerful force made the orc's body suddenly lean forward. Before he could adjust his posture, he felt his throat tighten.

Hopper stood back to back with the orcs, smiled at the second orc, and strangled the hammer-wielding orc's neck with a bowstring.

The orc's head flew high, its still-working heart pumping blood, giving the succubus a gorgeous crimson robe. The other two orcs stood there in shock at their sudden death.

Hopper licked the blood on the back of his hand like a cat, put the longbow back into the quiver, drew out the long sword, and made a sword flower.

"Who's next?" The blood-soaked woman stretched her shoulders and waved to the remaining orcs. "Would you like to come together?"

Cook roared again, and the two orcs attacked Hopper at the same time, spears pointed at his chest and axes chopped down vertically.

Hopper dodged the spear tip by simply leaning sideways, then faced the one-handed axe head-on with both hands holding the sword.

The blades collided with a loud crash, sending the orc back two steps. He stared at the pale-skinned woman in disbelief, unable to imagine how a human could possess such immense strength.

The succubus did not give him a chance to breathe. She approached him gracefully like a dancer, raised her sword, shook off the one-handed axe's block, and stabbed it into the orc's abdomen.

The orc opened his eyes wide, and before he died, he saw the succubus lower his head to avoid the spear that was stabbed from behind as if he had predicted the future.

What it didn't see was that the succubus not only dodged the spear but grabbed the shaft and yanked it with such force that the orc captain stumbled. She spun in a circle and, with a beautiful side kick, shattered the orc's jaw. Blood, mixed with broken tusks, splattered into the air, glittering like rubies in the firelight.

When Cook recovered from the severe pain that made his eyes go black, he felt a chill on his neck and the long sword was already across his vital point.

"What's your name? What's your position?" it heard the pink-skinned man ask. Fear prompted the orc to speak hastily.

"Cook... snore... Cook, it's the centurion." Blood mixed with saliva poured into its throat. Even though the orc endured the pain and restrained himself, his words were still unclear.

"Very good, you can go now."

The orc's pupils shrank to pinpoints in fear, and his fangs bared instinctively—deserting from the battlefield was despised by the One-Eyed God, but the she-devil's might bent his knees. He didn't waste time hesitating, not even taking up his weapon, and turned and ran.

After Cook had run a few dozen steps, feeling relieved for having escaped death, he heard three strings suddenly ring out.

The orc was blown up by the huge impact and nailed to the burning wall.

"Oops!" Hopper looked at the orc hanging on the wall, still twitching slightly, in frustration. "The three points don't form a right triangle. Your level has really dropped."

Then she became happy again.

"But fortunately, there are still many targets to practice on."

Chapter 131: Daluk

True to its name, the village of Smoke was now filled with billowing smoke. Halflings had always favored warm straw roofs and brightly painted wooden doors. But now, the pride of their owners, along with their half-dead vegetable gardens, hanging laundry, and the towering oak tree at the village's entrance, howled in the blazing flames.

Hopper lay on the ground, listening quietly to the wooden beams of the nearby house creaking under the scorching heat, as if they would collapse at any moment under the weight. The bright red sky, the hot, dry wind, and the gradually fading screams coming from all directions made her think of Avernus.

The fight just now only slightly satisfied the bloodlust deep within the demon's heart, but that wasn't her true purpose. When she heard the chaotic sound of footsteps, she knew the moment she had been waiting for had arrived.

"Who's there!" The three orcs turned around following the smell of blood and saw corpses lying all over the ground, while a cloaked figure quickly jumped over the wall and disappeared.

Just as the orcs were about to give chase, they heard a low groan of pain from the ground. Unexpectedly, the seemingly dead "corpse" not far from them actually spoke.

"Chotu (Orcish curse word), give me a hand!" The tall orc clutched his waist and abdomen, his body covered in blood and dust. If you didn't look closely, it would be hard to tell whether he was dead or alive.

Novak felt his heart skip a beat, as if some external force were tickling his tongue, prompting him to open his mouth and shout unconsciously: "Mateusz, Mateusz, it's Centurion Kuk Kuk."

He was met with a fist and a rebuke from the leader in front of him. The smaller orc cried out in pain, covering his nose and stepping back repeatedly, completely forgetting to consider why he had suddenly spoken uncontrollably.

After Martius had finished teaching his ignorant younger brother a lesson for his daring behavior, he turned and looked at the orc who had staggered to his feet. From the missing tooth to the dark brown skin, he looked exactly like the orc Martius had remembered.

As for the inconspicuous silver ring on the orc's hand, Mateusz was too lazy to even ask.

"Kukukuk's ability to get treasure is really not that good." He said to himself with pride.

"What happened? Who attacked your team?" Mateusz asked with concern, his hand reaching for the long sword at his waist. "Where are the other one-eyed sons?"

The One-Eyed God is the father of the orcs, and all orcs claim to be his descendants.

"I beat that guy so hard he broke several ribs, and he escaped over the wall," said Kukkuk. Mateusz saw through his bluff immediately. "The rest of the guys are all here. I didn't expect the despicable pink-skinned people to resort to sneak attacks!"

Hopper did her best to play Kuk Kuk, but thankfully, Orcish isn't a complex or elegant language. She only needed to mimic the accent and throw in a few common curse words, as the orcs never had a unified language anyway.

Even if her accent was pointed out, she could easily make the excuse that she had been hit on the head and her language system was disordered - oh, according to the orcs, she should be "beaten so hard that she can't speak."

However, to Hopper's surprise, the orc named Mateusz didn't seem to have the same dark heart as his skin. She had originally thought that the orc would not hesitate to attack her when she pretended to be weak, but Mateusz actually restrained this impulse.

The black orc drew his long sword, beckoned his two minions to follow, and led the way over the low wall where the figure disappeared. Immediately, rustling sounds came from behind the wall, as if someone was checking the ground.

The smaller orc who had just been knocked over by the black orc came over and reached out to pull Hopper back. The last orc, with only his right hand intact and a broken halberd tied to his bare left wrist, was now methodically using the broken halberd to gather the three bodies on the ground together, collecting their weapons and valuables.

Mateusz quickly came back and shook his head at the orcs, indicating that he did not catch up with the figure.

"Of course I can't catch it," Hopper thought. "After all, it's just an illusion spell. Come to think of it, the last time I used this spell was to trick orcs. Maybe it should really be renamed 'Hopper's Orc Trap'."

"Are you injured?" The black orc sheathed his longsword back at his waist and called for his men to follow. "Daluk will surely be displeased with the death of three one-eyed sons. If you become disabled again, he might feed you to the wargs."

The character she played, Cook Cook, spat in disdain, said nothing, and followed them straight behind.

The fire in Chuiyan Village grew increasingly intense, nearly every house ablaze. The orcs, sweating profusely, used brute force to break down every door they could find and plundered every possession they could carry away. Not a trace of clothing, food, gold, or iron remained.

It wasn't until they passed the statue in the center of the village that Hopper finally got his bearings. At that moment, the frozen smile on the stone sculpture's face was like the most ironic mockery of this disappearing village.

As Mateusz and his group walked towards the village, more and more orcs, divided into small groups, gradually appeared in sight. They greeted each other loudly and rudely, carrying their belongings wrapped in sheets on their backs.

A brown-green orc dragged a woman past Hopper. The woman's face was dull, her eyes empty, and she followed him numbly, mechanically. There were many more humans like this, and even more were cold corpses.

The orcs pushed and pulled the captives into the prison wagon, which already held a dozen women and half a dozen children, while the bodies were piled haphazardly on another cart.

Contrary to what most people imagine, this group of orcs didn't bring many worgs with them. Whether pulling carts or riding, their primary mounts were the often-tempered bighorn sheep, which Hopper recognized as the northern bighorn sheep, a specialty of the Wilderness Mountains. They feared neither blood nor swords, and were exceptionally adept at navigating steep mountain paths. They were even said to be able to carry loads across sheer cliffs.

The orcs gathered in increasing numbers, forming a semicircle. All of them stared at a large cave not far away. Several armored orcs were trying to break in. It seemed there were still humans inside, desperately resisting.

Among the many orcs, the only one riding a wolf was obviously the Great Ryuk mentioned by Mateusz.

Daluk was not tall at all; even by human standards, he was small, and his droopy face and worn-down fangs suggested he was already in his twilight years.

However, Mateusz was extremely respectful to the old orc. He brought Kuk Kuk to the front, saluted with one hand on his chest, and then explained to the old orc the attack that Kuk Kuk had suffered.