Chapter 4 (1/2)
Late at night, the robbers holding torches broke into the wild dog village. The villagers of the whole village were once again driven out like wild dogs. They were driven to the periphery of the church gate and waited to be defeated by these robbers.
In the empty village, the villagers' cries and begging for mercy were crowded with the robbers' ferocious laughter. The noise like crows rang out one after another outside the church. The weeping village woman was kicked to the ground. It looked like a big peasant squatting on the ground with his head, allowing the robbers to beat and humiliate him and his family.
Sitting in the church, Loren stared at the abusive robbers and the low spirited village head during the day. He was kicked around like a mangy dog, begging for mercy and screaming back and forth.
Ayn Rand could not bear to look back, but Loren didn't even feel a little sympathy and could not feel how to relieve his hatred, as if the village head was a mangy dog that should be kicked around.
”He's a mangy dog!” the robber leader Martin's face wore a hate relieving smile and played with the old knight's sword: ”this damn thing wants me to die for him, and then swallow all the treasures. It's wishful thinking!”
”I don't think I'm a good thing, but I'm definitely not bad - the people who help me are friends, and it's bad luck to oppose me!” Martin smiled magnanimously and untied the rope in the hands of Lauren and Ayn with the old knight's sword: ”you see, I'm still very generous!”
Loren, who loosened his wrist, shrugged his shoulders. At this time, it's meaningless or even stupid to say cruel words. When the other party becomes a corpse, he can say whatever he wants.
As for the sneak attack? Even if they succeed, the robbers outside the church will not let themselves go, let alone how cunning this guy is. He will certainly not relax his vigilance.
”I warned you before, but you didn't listen. I should eat you alive.”
”But... I'm a very generous person, so as long as you are willing to help me, I can let you go!” said the robber leader went to the statue of the Holy Cross in the church and smashed the statue into pieces without scruples, revealing a downward staircase.
”Go down and bring me the things inside, and everything will be written off.” Martin pointed his sword at the bottom of the stairs, and didn't forget to threaten his head: ”otherwise... I won't give you a second chance.”
The robber is obsessed with money! Ayin on one side could not help shouting out in the bottom of his heart - this is the temple of pagans. Even if there are any treasures, they must have been emptied long ago. Most of them are debris and ruins, or dangerous goods such as magic runes. There's nothing strange about monsters with some kind of mutation!
But... Seeing the murderous eyes of nearby Loren, ain still hid his words in his heart, just nodded silently, and silently followed the ”wandering Knight” - ain himself didn't know why he trusted him so much.
At the end of the staircase is a wooden door that looks ordinary, but it looks dry and fragile. It seems that it has a history of hundreds of years, and the pagan temple is hidden behind this door.
Loren held the door handle tightly. He knew that Martin was definitely behind him. As long as he wanted to turn around, the sharp blade that had stabbed the old knight would also stab himself.
After looking at the same nervous ayin Rand, Loren pushed the door open without hesitation, and the two men walked into the deep and dark underground together.
”Wait.” when Loren was ready to raise the torch, the little wizard next to him stopped him directly: ”don't ignite - I'm afraid it's really the chassis of a pagan god, and the whole cellar has been completely eroded by the void!”
”What are you talking about?”
”Just... I'll explain to you in detail later.” ayin said in a trembling tone, as if something was staring at them in the dark. He looked at Lauren, who was as if nothing had happened nearby. ”Can't you feel it at all? I feel my blood is about to be frozen and it's a little difficult to breathe.”
”Some, but it's tolerable.” looking at einner trembling, Loren had to say so - he didn't know why he didn't feel at all, and he couldn't even notice the difference from the outside.
Because ain is a wizard, not himself? No... if so, the other party will not be suspicious. If so, perhaps the key is... You are not a person in this world?
The little wizard raised his right hand tremblingly and snapped his fingers. A flickering white ”firefly” flew from the fingertip and lit up the whole cellar.
There is no treasure, no sudden change monster - only a corridor that is almost too long to see the end, and the stairs at the foot seem to extend to the middle of the ground.
”Do we really want to go down?” ayin's voice was subtle like the sound of mosquitoes. Loren didn't need to look at it at all, but also felt that the other party was already afraid.