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A road destined to lead to the abyss of destruction, he walked on it unswervingly, even at the expense of the lives of his colleagues.

The appearance of those dozens of knights falling, dying, and restless, flashed before his eyes like a nightmare over and over again.

There is also a broken chest, using fate as a longbow.

To drive people to the brink of collapse.

The night wind blew gently from the river, carrying a moist breath and a lingering coolness.

The clothes on his body were very thin, and Chu Ge shivered unconsciously.

"Go to any village in front, if there are still villages, small towns, or fortresses, all of you will stay there for me."

The knight commander seemed to agree, but he didn't seem to agree.

But, who cares?

"I can't extricate myself from being addicted to my own emotions," he murmured. At that moment, he was full of irony, "hypocrisy of morality and justice."

There are not many small towns in the northern foothills of the Scandinavian mountains, and the nearest is O'Hara.

No one has been there, but that does not prevent that small town from becoming their foothold.

There is too much consumption along the way, and resupply must be carried out.

The next day, after resting, they marched again. The breeze came from afar, but with a trace of bloody smell, it curled into the nose.

Chu Ge's expression changed instantly.

Such a strong smell of blood——

At the beginning, it was not strong, but a little bit, but as the wind grew louder, the bloody smell became heavier and heavier, as if sweeping from countless corpses and a tragic battlefield.

Even more so than the col they left.

"Stop!" Chu Ge shouted suddenly.

The knights stopped their hooves, doubts appeared on their faces.

"Ahead" Chu Ge paused for a moment, considering his words, "Perhaps there was a battle."

Or rather, a killing.

As if in response to his words, the war horse under his crotch neighed suddenly, and the horse's head scrambled and refused to move forward, as if it was frightened.

The knights tightened the reins in their hands, and they looked at each other, and they both saw the solemnity in their eyes.

At the end of the road, so far away that they couldn't see it yet, lay the small town of O'Hara.

Chu Ge said slowly: "Maybe you can choose to detour."

With such a terrible bloody smell, one can even imagine what happened in front of him with his toes.

Glenshire looked at him, and glanced at the surviving knights. Most of them were scarred and scarred by the fierce fighting the day before.

However, no one raised any objections. They were silent, waiting for the leader's decision.

Finally, Glenshire shook his head.

He still had nothing to say, and wanted to persuade Chu Ge to stay here and wait.

However, at that time, Chu Ge had spoken before him:

"Let's go."

Chu Ge was not surprised that Glenshire would make such a choice.

Humility, honesty, compassion, justice, bravery, sacrifice, honor, soul, the eight virtues of a knight have always been firmly in his mind. It would be really strange if Glenshire accepted Chu Ge's suggestion and really chose to detour. It's weird.

With a silver longbow on his back, he walked behind the knights, without saying a word from the beginning to the end.

Scouts were dispatched to scout the situation ahead.

"I don't think it will be very good." It was Hepps who was speaking, and Singer nodded beside him.

They are full of worries about their companions. If they encounter a blood mage or a winged demon, can the companions who go to investigate escape?

Chu Ge moved his lips, he wanted to say something, but finally swallowed it back.

- don't panic.

He thought, but finally didn't say it.

Sooner or later, the scouts will come back, and there is no longer any breath of demons there.

Regrouping and fully armed, they waited cautiously in place. When they heard the sound of horseshoes "da da", the figure of the scout appeared on the avenue.

Cesc Arsène, the baby-faced knight, was slightly injured yesterday, so he took on this task.

At this moment, the lips of the baby-faced knight were trembling.

It seemed that he tried his best to restrain the turbulent emotions in his heart, but he couldn't restrain it at all. Even through the silver armor, he could see the unstoppable rise and fall of his chest.

"Let's go and see together," he said.

The slightly trembling, uncontrollable tone, with a strong nasal voice, was enough to make the waiting knights have bad guesses in their hearts.

There was a hint of sadness in the expression of the baby-faced knight: "Those demons slaughtered the entire town."

O'Hara, a small town that prospered through the lumber business, is like hell on earth at the moment.

The prosperity of the past can no longer be seen.

The small towns in the north are all similar. At first, they were remote and desolate, and later, because of a certain business, or wood, or medicinal materials, or precious mineral veins, they attracted a large number of gold diggers. Gradually grow in the footsteps of the people, become prosperous and prosperous.

But right now, this small town where adventurers rested is already in ruins.

The knights claimed to be well-informed, and they had already experienced a brutal fight, but it was hard to imagine that such a scene existed in the world.

Broken limbs and flesh and blood covered the entire road, dyed the entire brick wall red, and brought an impact like a violent storm.

Brain, viscera, pus

One piece of broken corpse after another, one piece of flesh and blood, the corpses of demons and human beings were twisted together, the long sword and javelin pierced through their bodies, killing an unknown number of human beings and human beings. The demons were nailed to the ground like sandwich biscuits.

The person wearing the dim and messy armor may not be able to be called a human anymore. It is not known whether it is an adventurer or a soldier. He was torn in two, and there was even a huge gap in the broken chest. The tooth marks, the viscera and intestines were missing.

"vomit"

They walked forward slowly along the avenue, and there were almost all such tragic scenes on both sides. Often, there were countless human limbs beside a fallen, dark-black demon.

Such a scene is like hell, enough to make every person whose heart is not firm enough to give birth to a nightmare.

And among those corpses and broken limbs, they even recognized too slender fingers and arms that hadn't grown up yet.

Those were women and children. The men fought bloody and wanted them to escape the massacre of the demons, but unexpectedly, they were still not spared.

The small town of O'Hara is not big. You can walk from the tavern in the south to the church in the north along one road, and you can see all the houses, and almost the entire avenue is full of such tragic scenes.

Outside the church at the end of the road, blood was sprinkled all over.The purple-black body of the demons is completely trapped with the human beings, almost like twisted twists.

There is no doubt that the priest has been killed.

"Is anyone alive?"

Glenshire could hardly suppress the anger in his heart, a raging fire was burning in his heart.

If the dead colleagues are firewood, then the massacred civilians are Mars. He has never wanted to kill all the demons like he is now.

He raised his voice, and his voice resounded throughout the small town of O'Hara.

However, there was no reply.

The knights dispersed and searched from house to house to see if there were any survivors.

The pursuit in the mountains and the massacre in the small town, these two encounters should have occurred at similar times.

After a day's work, the residents of the small town reunite with their families and prepare to enjoy a happy dinner. They never imagined that what they are facing is such a nightmare.

"No."

"Can't find it."

"Glenn, I found no survivors"

The knights who scattered around to search returned one by one, and everyone's face and tone were full of sadness.

The whole town of O'Hara was like a ghost town. All the people, whether they were adventurers or aborigines, whether they were men or women, whether they were old people or children, were brutally killed by the demons.

The knights searched the main house and the fireplace, went down to the cellar, and went up to the attic. They thought there might be survivors hiding there, maybe a petite woman, or a young child, or a deep sleeper. baby.

But beyond their expectations.

All hopes ended in disappointment, and finally evolved into a kind of strong sadness and despair in my heart.

Chu Ge raised his head and stared at the high sky. To the north of the Scandinavian Mountains, everything he could see was as clear as blue and cloudless.

The excellent weather made it completely unexpected that what kind of human tragedy happened under this beautiful sky.

In the extreme distance, dark clouds suddenly appeared.

Chu Ge stared at that place, and finally closed his eyes.

Blocking his vision, he listened carefully.

It seemed as if it was only a moment, and it seemed as far away as a century.

Chu Ge said softly: "Draw out your swords."

Glenshire suddenly turned around, shocked.

He only saw Chu Ge's hand that was hanging by his side leaning back, and slowly took off the longbow on his back.

That action was like a signal, causing everyone's pupils to shrink.

Chu Ge stared at the smoke and dust that no one could see in the distance, felt the faintly trembling ground under his feet, as if it had been vibrated by something, and said softly: "There are no survivors, only demons."

The sun is setting and night is coming.

The cold wind blows from the rear, sweeping across the endless mountains and forests, the straight and wide avenue, and the mutilated and broken limbs.

The bloody smell and stench were aroused at that moment, mixed with a vomitous smell, and rushed straight to the high sky.

After the fierce battle and slaughter, no one survived.