"Forgive me, my lord!"
The old man wailed and leaned forward, crawling on the ground like a dog, shivering.
The witcher pressed the sword behind his neck, kicked the thatch next to him again, and then the gray-white pickled thigh rolled out, and the witcher's eyes became sharp as a knife.
There is actually a "beast" hidden in the swamp
The old man in front of him had white hair and beard, was as thin as a firewood, and looked weak. Although his face was wrinkled, he still had some kind eyes.
It's hard to connect him with dehumanizing behavior just by looking at it.
Although Roy has long understood the situation of cannibalism in this world, there is still such a perverted group. But this is the first time I have seen such a scene with my own eyes.
He was very surprised. Now that the Northern War has not yet started, the situation in the northern countries is far from reaching the point where the people are struggling. Why is this old man like this
"Collaborate with the fallen murlocs and eat the corpses. What you have done is enough to die ten times!"
The young witcher was about to kill him with his sword, but was stopped by Leto.
Seeing the opportunity, the old man hurriedly kowtowed to the two of them and begged for mercy, tears streaming down his face like orange peel, while a liquid seeped out of the tattered linen trousers, but he was so scared that we wet his crotch.
"Let go of the old man, two adults! I have never killed anyone!"
"It's weird, where did this thing come from?"
The bald man kicked his thigh on the ground, stuck his neck, and looked straight into his eyes with amber eyes.
"The thighs are... taken from the dead, and there is no blood on Old Panta's hands!"
"Where did the dead come from?" Leto asked aggressively.
"The villagers by the lake were killed by the fallen murlocs." The old man stammered.
"So..." Roy resisted the anger in his heart and asked calmly, "You leaked our whereabouts to the fallen, and in return, they gave you 'food'?"
Old Panta acquiesced to what the witcher said, and then slowly removed his neck from the big man's palm, leaning against the corner and curling up into a ball.
"I don't understand. There is enough food in Kona Village. You have many choices. Why did you choose the corpse?"
Roy asked in a heart-pounding calm tone.
During the observation, the old man's state did not show any signs of degeneration, he was a normal human being.
Hearing the old man's thin, hemp-like arm pointed at the leg on the ground, there was a hint of bewitching in his tone, with anticipation in his eyes,
"Two adults want to know the answer? Just take a sip and try it. I guarantee you will fall in love with it. The taste and unique aroma are much stronger than any birds and beasts. It's incredible."
He licked his lips and looked slightly intoxicated. "After I tasted it for the first time, I couldn't taste any other meat when I touched it. It was like chewing wood, and I couldn't help but vomit it all out."
"That's when I suddenly realized that I can only live on it for the rest of my life."
"Actually, marinating is not the most perfect way to eat, just use just..."
The old man suddenly fell silent, and then changed his voice, "The taste of stew is more intense."
Roy felt a chill in his heart, what is this, a kind of pica, or a mental illness
"When did you develop this unique taste?"
And old Panta just said vaguely, "I'm too old, I can't remember the exact year, but it's been a while."
"Have you met other 'likes' in the swamp?"
"No... no one wants to share with me."
The witcher nodded.
"Meat, you keep it for yourself, now tell us how you can contact the fallen?"
"I said, can you two let old Panta go?"
"You really didn't kill anyone?" Leto asked.
"I swear to Prophet Rebioda that I have never harmed any human being," the old man spitting excitedly, "and I have a good relationship with the villagers, you can go to verify."
"What's more, with my body, I will fall ill with a gust of cool wind, and who can I kill?"
The witcher Letso looked at his face. "If what you say is true, then I will spare your life!"
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Not long after, the old man Rumeng Amnesty brought two witchers to the south bank of Lake Vegema, under a huge willow tree, rubbing the uneven bark and panting heavily.
"Every time I bury a dead fish in the soft mud in front of this willow tree, a half-murloc priest will come here early in the morning to wait for me."
"After the meeting, I usually report to it the recent situation of the nearby villages and all kinds of fresh news, and then it will give me an unlimited amount of meat according to the situation."
"Do the fallen murlocs understand?"
"I don't understand either, maybe they will be passed on to the master behind."
The witcher checked the surrounding environment and tortured him with the Axifa seal, confirming the old man's statement.
"I still have a question," Roy looked at the old man's face curiously. "Most of the villagers in Kona Village are haunted by nightmares and lethargic, but you don't seem to be bothered by this at all. This is very strange. Why are the murlocs more exposed, but less affected?"
"I don't know..." The old man shook his head slightly in panic. He felt that there was something in the witcher's words. "Actually, I am also having nightmares, but not as often as everyone else."
"Maybe I can answer your question," the bald man interjected, "The dream woven by the evil gods is to make normal people go crazy, become bloodthirsty and fanatical, but if they don't have human nature in the first place, the dream state will The impact is not that significant.”
"What... what do you mean?" Old Panta stepped back with a terrified face, and his back touched the big willow tree.
"Do you know how serious the consequences of your actions will be?"
The old man swallowed his saliva, and said in a panic, "Even if I didn't convey the news to the fallen, there would be no less people they should kill. The lonely old Panta just wanted to survive... In order to survive, it was a last resort."
Should I let him go
The young witcher thought for a while, and the pupils of the dark gold turned into prisms,
"Old Panta, don't you think you have lived long enough? Sixty years old in this world is already considered longevity, so be content."
"You promised me..."
"That's right... Letso promised you... so he won't do it..."
Old Panta opened his mouth - the young man's face froze, and then a white light flashed across his eyes like a meteor.
It shook like a shattering sky, and then opened his eyes, and he was dizzy and dizzy. In his sight, a dry headless body stood abruptly in place, blood pouring down from his neck like a fountain.
"Body... my body... where is my head?"
The thought went out, and the eyelids of the old Penta's head, which fell to the ground, were completely closed.
"Kill Penta, experience +20"
"As a human being, you still have to have some bottom lines..."
Roy tore off a rag from the corpse and carefully wiped off the blood on the Arondite sword.
"Little devil, when did you become hard-hearted?" The big man picked up the dead head with wide eyes, "You never had the heart to attack an old man before."
"Although he is a human being physically, he is an out-and-out monster spiritually. And clearing monsters isn't a witcher's job?"
Roy exhaled and reinserted Arndette into the scabbard behind his back.
"After cleaning up the corpse, find a dead fish and put it in. Let's come back to 'chat' with the fallen murlocs in the early morning tomorrow."
After dealing with the affairs by the lake, the two returned to the thatched hut by the old man's ridge, and then dug up more than a dozen human corpses from the nearby fields.