As the dusk gathered, a ray of fire lit up in Kona's village.

In the clearing ground in the center of the fire, a crowd of black people was kneeling on the ground. At first glance, there were all young, middle-aged, old, weak, women and children, most of them were silent and motionless.

But there were also a few villagers who cried and howled, causing more than twenty soldiers holding swords around them to scold them from time to time.

"Bastard, don't stop talking!" Yada's whip slapped a noisy villager's cheek hard, and a scarlet bloodstain rolled up from the flesh. However, the villager just groaned, and then stubbornly opened his blood-covered eyes wide and stared at the woman. The corners of his mouth were still squirming, and he was chanting a strange and difficult spell with nerves.

"read!"

"Bang!"

"Remember your master's evil spell?"

The long whip brought out a series of afterimages in Yada's hand. The back of the villager who was chanting the curse seemed to be a wasteland plowed by an old cow, and his skin and flesh were blooming in an instant.

The whip shadow swayed, his wailing became lower and lower, and slowly he was relieved until his breath was dying, and he could only breathe in and not breathe out.

Yada's breasts fluctuated and she breathed a long sigh of relief.

"A idiot who is ungrateful! For your safety, I sacrificed twenty-five elite soldiers. Now you still dare to worry about the beasts in the altar!"

"If you hit someone again, you will die... Let's calm down. We have dealt with the inner demon you want."

Two witch hunters came over and showed Yada an old man in his hand. Seeing this, the latter's eyes were fixed, and then he smiled happily.

"Very good, you did not disappoint me. Now I finally have an explanation for the dead warriors," Yada raised her hand to stop the soldiers who were beating and scolding the crazy villagers.

"They are the depraved people in Xinte Village, with a total of 123 people, of which thirty of them had serious symptoms and were unable to communicate normally. There were seven who resisted fiercely on the way they came and were killed on the spot by my soldiers."

The witch hunter looked at the crowded scene with his eyes. Even without using observation, he could sense the darkness, madness and aura surrounding the group of people.

Among them, the thirty people who were strictly guarded by the knights were the most conspicuous, and even the quietest villagers in Xinte Village, the madness in their eyes was more serious than that of all the villagers of Kona Village.

"What are you going to deal with these guys?" Yada said coldly, "If you just let it go, more madmen who actively attack humans will inevitably be born."

"Do you want to kill them?" The word "kill" fell to the ground in the demon hunter's mouth. The villagers of Xinte Village, who were silent as if they were all trembling with their naked eyes, were obviously scared.

"What's wrong? As long as you start to believe in the monsters in the altar, you will no longer be my people!" Yada licked her red lips cruelly and charmingly, "If they sacrificed them to keep innocent people away from danger, I will never be merciful."

"In fact, most villagers cannot be called fallen people and will not die if they sin."

"Witchhunter, you mentioned it yourself that the bewitched villagers will continue to provide power to the evil creature on the island."

"There is a prerequisite for all this, within a certain range." Roy's eyes shot towards the darkness outside the village.

"From Black Tern Island as the center, the closer the distance is, the more severe the disaster will be. As long as the villagers completely leave the monster's sphere of influence, they will be safe and sound. That thing can't draw any strength."

"I suggest escorting all villagers out of Vigima Lake District for ten miles, then camping and staying for three days. Of course, the safest way is to send the villagers to Vigima City."

"This is impossible!" Yada tweaked the white hair on her temples, "I don't allow them to get close to Vigima and infect my people."

"Since I don't go to Vigima," Roy said, "then go east. If nothing unexpected happens, Resso and I will be able to solve the culprit in three days and calm the marsh on the shore of Vigima."

"By the way, Poyev, are there any other villages in the nearby swamp?"

"No...no..."

The thin old village chief leaned over unwillingly and glanced at Yada with fear. He heard nothing wrong just now, and the princess seemed to be planning to deal with all the villagers of Xinte Village.

Fortunately, I was stopped by the witch hunter.

Poyev pinched his gray beard,

"Ahem, but the old man remembers that one day I walked east and saw a silly mud village, but the villagers were not affected at all."

"His Royal Highness Yada, now you take the Knights and all the villagers and stay in the mud village in the east for three days."

The witch hunter said, handing over two more paralyzing poisons.

"The villagers were not honest on the way, so they fed one drop of each... Remember! At most two drops, it would kill people if they were more."

"Then please ask the two of you for the next thing..." Yada carefully handed the potion to the Knight Powell beside her, and then sighed unwillingly.

"You must return in triumph, otherwise I'm sorry for the grace of the goddess in the lake!"

Not long after, after watching hundreds of people leave, the two witch hunters rode back to the willow tree on the south bank of Lake Vigima.

Roy was quietly ambushing around and communicated with Wilt by the way to keep it absolutely quiet.

...

In the early morning, everything was quiet, and a bright moon rose into the air, projecting a bright reflection on the dark and calm lake surface.

Suddenly, the reflection shattered, but three huge fish heads floated out of the water. Amid the sound of the water, they formed neat formations and brought rippling waves, and swam to the lakeshore in a short while.

"Jili Gulu..."

The fallen half-fisher in the center whispered, then the ugly fish head observed the surroundings vigilantly.

The half-fish man holding rough bone spears on both sides was guarding the two sides, and his figure seemed to be underdeveloped and was much thinner than the individual in the center, less than half a person taller.

After confirming that there was no danger, the big half-fisherman couldn't wait to stick out his butt and pounce forward, digging in the soft mud under the willow tree, and took out a fat dead fish in surprise, and swallowed the dead fish in front of the two men.

"Himmer..." It burped with satisfaction with its dead fish's eyes and touched its belly.

The two men lowered their eyebrows and dared not complain.

"Himmer..." The fishman burped again, and then, with a "thump" sound, fell to the ground without any warning, with a blood hole in his head.

"Ula...Ula?"

The two guards looked at each other in panic and hurriedly tried to help the boss up, but unexpectedly, a hidden arrow shot from the ground and exploded his head.

Now, only half of the fallen fish man left turned around and ran away.

A loud and long neighing sound suddenly sounded in the dark night. A brown horse rushed out of the woodland beside it, hitting the escaped fishman hard. It flew away like a broken sandbag, and rolled a few in place and fainted.

Wirt, who had completed the mission, ran back with joy, and two witch hunters came out of the shadow.

"The Fallen Half-Cymn Man," the young witch hunter pinched his fingers, "Let's see what's in your mind?"

A moment later, the surviving half-fisherman was tied to the willow tree by a large flower.

"What are you going to do, little devil?" said the bald man curiously, "Use the Yakshifa Seal? We can't communicate with it at all, so don't waste your time."

"I have another trick, just wait and see the show!"

Roy slapped the fallen half-fisherman tied up with a big flower, letting it grin and sniffle, trying to use forced domestication on it.

But unexpectedly I got several failed messages-

You have bound the mount "Wilter" and cannot be forced to be acclided anymore. Should you unbind it first?

The target is in a state of fanaticism and cannot be forced to be acclimate.

"Dagaon's believers are in a state of fanaticism and cannot be domesticated?"

"It seems that I have to ask the goddess in the lake, the remaining half-fisherman position."
Chapter completed!