The voice was cold, like a cold wind, which made Sivalka's bones ache.
But at this time, Sivalka did not dare to move.
He, recognize each other!
'Hunting Blade' Edson!
Although it is much older than the portrait I saw, the basic outline is still there, and... the dagger that was elusive just now!
The dagger that can automatically attack the enemy without human manipulation is the signature of the "Hunting Blade"!
Then think of the other party's evaluation of "never hold back when facing evil".
Even though the opponent who died without knowing why, Sivalka who reappeared, shook his head again and again.
"No!"
"I'm not!"
"As for why the 'supervisor' did this, I only know a little bit. My 'residue' has been whispering in my ear recently, wanting me to do something. I'm too timid to go."
"Also, I am only a person who can use the 'residue', and when I leave the dark hall, the 'residue' has already been left in the dark hall."
Sivalka said with certainty.
What's more, the old witcher didn't need to ask more questions, he just told everything he knew.
It's not about guts.
Rather, in the booklet that recorded the title of 'Demon Hunter', it clearly stated that if you want to survive, you'd better be honest. Demon hunters don't like to play around in circles, nor do they like to bully the weak.
So, after finishing speaking, Sivalka looked at the old witcher pitifully.
honor
demeanor
Sorry, he is just the cowardly Sivalka, not a noble or a knight.
Don't care about those.
Just be alive.
The old witcher glanced at Sivalka, frowning slightly.
Experience told him that the person in front of him was not lying.
But that's why it's so bad.
He didn't know what the 'residue' was, but he knew what happened to the 'supervisor' just now, and if he deduced from it, everything was obvious.
The Temple of War is using 'evil' to do assimilation experiments!
It is the same as the original 'Quiet Night Secret Order'!
"Are the people in the Temple of War crazy?"
"Do they know what they're doing?"
The old witcher questioned Sivalka in a low voice.
"I, although I am a deacon with a knife, but it is the kind of non-staff, I don't know what it is exactly."
Sivalka replied with a sad face.
This is a fact.
He wasn't lying.
Although he has the title of "Deacon with the Sword", he has no corresponding rights. Didn't you see that his "rest time" is all in exchange for tasks
Even, in the past fifteen years, except for the high-level dark hall who taught him, he has not even seen other high-level people in the dark hall.
In other words, Sivalka subconsciously avoided these.
He just wanted to survive in peace.
I don't want to be involved in any big event.
but…
At this moment, he had a hunch.
He couldn't escape.
Sure enough, the next moment, the old witcher looked at him with oppressive eyes, and said, "What is that 'residue' whispering in your ear? Tell me everything."
"OK."
Sivalka nodded immediately.
Following Sivalka's 1510 narration.
The old witcher frowned.
Things are worse than he imagined.
'Xieyi' is even more cunning than before.
No!
Not cunning!
Instead... Grow!
In decades of battles with humans, these "evils" are no longer monsters that rely on instinct to hunt, but monsters that have a detailed division of labor and can use layout and planning.
For example this time.
They are planning to take advantage of the opportunity that the Temple of War is also doing assimilation experiments, break down the fortress of Fort Eitantino in one fell swoop, and turn the entire city into their dining table.
Whether there is any inducement from the 'Secret Order of Quiet Night' in this, the old witcher doesn't know for the time being.
But he knew that if he didn't do something, he'd be in big trouble.
Thinking of this, he pulled out the silver dagger at his waist, and directly brushed against Sivalka's palm.
"ah!"
The sudden attack made Sivalka scream uncontrollably.
"Shut up!"
"Just a test!"
The old witcher let out a low shout, and his voice stopped abruptly.
Looking down at the cut in the palm, Sivalka was about to burst into tears.
pain!
It really hurts!
Except for accidentally breaking his finger while manicuring ten years ago, this is the first time he has bled.
The bright red blood made the old witcher slightly relieved.
At least, the guy in front of him has not been 'assimilated'.
"Take it."
The old witcher threw a roll of gauze and a dagger to Sivalka.
Sivalka stared blankly at the old witcher.
He knew that the gauze was used to bandage the wound.
dagger…
He doesn't want to fight.
"I'm not good at fighting, can I..."
"Are you a coward?"
"You have physical fitness far beyond ordinary people, and you have considerable fighting skills. Are you going to hide here?"
The old witcher was visibly annoyed.
Sivalka shrank his neck, lowered his head, and said nothing.
However, the attitude is clear enough.
The old witcher glanced at Sivalka again, and finally, with a cold snort, disappeared in place.
Demon hunters don't force others.
It neither forces others to cooperate nor forces others to join the Witcher.
Everything is voluntary.
Because this is related to the life and death of that person, and no one can make decisions for others.
You need to be responsible for your own life.
Even if you choose to escape.
The old witcher disappeared like the wind.
Sivalka let out a long breath.
It seemed that what was written in that pamphlet was correct, a demon hunter would not force others, otherwise, he would probably die here.
While quickly bandaging the wound on his hand, Sivalka was thinking.
Antang definitely can't go back.
The death of the 'Overseer', he was unexplained.
In other words, even if he explained it, he would still be subject to some 'torture'.
He thought he couldn't bear the pain.
There is this 'riot'!
The dark hall will be the hardest hit!
Every whisper in his ear tells him how powerful they are in the dark hall.
Going back now, once you find out that he is not one of your own.
All that awaits him is death.
so…
"The only thing left is to escape?"
Sivalka sighed helplessly.
He involuntarily walked to the side of the road fence and looked down.
Atendino was quiet at night.
In the busiest business district, there are only sporadic lights left.
Not to mention the lower Seventh Ring Road.
Except for the approved few taverns and barracks, as well as the city walls, everything else was pitch black.
Sivalka gazed at the shantytowns on the Lower Seventh Ring Road.
There was regret in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Allie."
"I guess I need to come back later to find..."
Sivalka's eyes widened before he could finish talking to himself in a low voice.
fire!
Dazzling flames burst into the sky from the shanty town!
What followed was a deafening explosion!
boom!
The whole of Atendino was shaken awake.
The lights came on one after another.
The sleeping people got dressed and walked out of the house one by one, staring blankly at the shantytowns on the Lower Seventh Ring Road. They didn't know what happened.
Sivalka knew.
So, he shook his head again and again.
"impossible!"
"It's obviously a dark hall!"
"Why are you in a shanty town!"
"impossible!"
While shaking his head, Sivalka stepped back, not noticing the gap between the stone slabs on the ground, and just fell to the ground.
Only when his face touched the icy snow, did he react.
Turning over, Sivalka climbed up, holding a dagger, and jumped directly from the edge of the middle third ring, rushing towards the lower seventh ring.
…
Ellie was very happy that there was an extra half egg for dinner.
Egg whites are springy and tender.
Egg yolk is fragrant.
Moreover, Irene gave her the big half.
She wanted to say no at first.
Yes, poached eggs are delicious.
She couldn't help it all at once.
So I agreed.
The porridge cooked with black bread crumbs was delicious with the ravioli she and Irene picked and dried in the summer.
Especially when she thinks that she can eat a whole piece of black bread tomorrow morning, Ellie can't help but look forward to it.
With such anticipation, she couldn't sleep no matter what.
She wants to have a conversation with Erin.
But beside her, Irene had already fallen asleep.
On the other bed, her mother was snoring even more.
Compared with them, their mothers are more exhausted.
Knowing this, Ellie curled up very sensiblely, forcing herself to sleep.
Only when you sleep well can you have the energy to help your mother share more.
Thinking about it, Ellie was about to fall asleep in a daze.
Boom!
Boom! Boom!
Suddenly, a knock on the door woke Allie up.
The knocking was slow, but heavy.
It wasn't just Allie who woke up.
Erin and their mother woke up too.
The mother who woke up from the winter didn't have any complaints, on the contrary, she looked vigilant.
The hatchet used for chopping wood was in his hand.
Erin took out a kitchen knife from under the pillow.
A sharp wooden stick appeared in Ellie's hand.
The shantytowns are where they live.
However, it is by no means a comfort zone.
Especially at night.
If you are not careful, you will not see the sun the next day at all.
Boom!
Boom! Boom!
The knock on the door continued, and it was even heavier than before!
The latch was directly broken, and a gap was exposed in the door that the girl's mother was pushing against with a table.
A scarlet eye peered through a slit.
Seeing this scarlet eye, the girl's mother trembled all over.
It's not the situation she imagined.
But it was worse than she imagined.
"Irene, Ellie, run!"
"Go to the lame uncle!"
Mother cried in a low voice.
The already sensible Irene didn't say a word, pulled her sister and ran to the side of the kitchen.
There is an 'emergency passage' here.
In this decaying house, after the wooden walls fell off, a small hole appeared, enough for a little girl to pass through. It was usually outside the house, blocked by snow, and a wooden board was placed inside.
Irene lifted off the wooden board, and used the kitchen knife in her hand as a shovel to cut through the snow, and dragged her sister to get out.
Then, holding her sister's hand, Irene went straight to the lame uncle.
Just after the two little girls ran more than ten meters away,
Rumble!
The house they lived in collapsed.
A monster with a height of three meters stood on the ruins.
Mouth chewing flesh and blood.
"elder sister… "
"Shut up and run."
Before Ellie could finish her words, she was interrupted by Erin.
Erin knew what her sister was trying to say.
But I can't say it now.
Can't stop either.
You must run out before the monsters come over.
The sound of chewing flesh and blood gradually became smaller.
The lame uncle's house has appeared in the front view.
Compared with their house, Uncle Lame's place is much bigger.
There are also many more people.
Moreover, there is a certain defensive ability here.
More importantly, the lame uncle with a weird temper is a very nice person.
Otherwise, no matter how safe it is here, Irene would not dare to come.
Pulling her sister, Irene quickened her pace.
But at this moment, the fire appeared.
From the lame uncle's house, flames rushed up, and there were continuous explosions.
The impact of the explosion caused the two little girls to fall to the ground.
The two stared blankly at the house engulfed in flames.
Allie was completely at a loss.
Erin has some too.
However, she reacted immediately.
Can't stay put.
It's so bright in here!
"go there!"
Irene took her younger sister to a pile of firewood, and she couldn't help but drag her younger sister into it.
It was the safest place she could find.
The two young girls hid in the pile of firewood, looking at the one-eyed strange bird, the three-headed giant, the jackal with the big mouth on its back, and the ethereal and unpredictable figures, their bodies froze.
They didn't know why so many monsters appeared in the shanty town.
But they know that if they want to survive, they must not make a sound.
However, it is not enough to be silent.
A jackal with a big mouth on its back sniffed the air.
Little by little, he approached the firewood pile.
In the big mouth on its back, a tongue kept licking.
Along with the night wind, the stench was blown into the pile of firewood.
Erin gripped the kitchen knife tightly.
When she ran away, she didn't even put down the kitchen knife.
So is Ellie's stick.
The two little girls nervously watched the approaching monster.
However, when the monster was three meters away from the firewood pile, the sound of gunfire from a distance attracted it.
The monster turned and ran towards the place where the gunshot was fired.
The two little girls breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
But the next moment—
The pile of firewood covering them was removed.
The two of them are completely exposed.
The scarlet eyes stared at them.
The three-meter-high body was still covered in blood.
"delicious food!"
The three-meter-tall giant murmured, and raised his hand to grab Irene and Ellie.
Irene blocked her sister behind her, and raised the kitchen knife in her hand.
She wants to be able to protect her sister.
But her hand holding the knife was trembling.
Because, she knew, the gap was too great to be possible.
Tears flowed from the eyes of this formerly strong and precocious little girl.
She yelled from the bottom of her heart.
Who will save us!
Who will save us!
Anyone can!
Please come and save us!
Your Majesty the God of War!
Lady Calamity!
Can you hear my cry
Save us... no, just save my sister!
I would trade me for my sister!
The prayer came from the bottom of my heart.
Unfortunately no response.
There are only palms that are getting closer and full of oppression.
despair.
Quickly enveloped Irene.
Just when she was about to give up, a voice came from the bottom of her heart—
"Are you willing to believe in the 'mist'?"
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