Father Ved initially thought he didn't need to get involved in dealing with a nearly exhausted witch. He believed that with a few promises, the foolish villagers would eagerly do most of the work for him. After all, he had come to Durwall not just to capture an ordinary witch. But what he didn't expect was that the witch, who should have been near death after falling from a steep cliff, could summon a group of crows out of thin air. Although in his eyes, this crude spell was not worth mentioning, it indicated that the girl was not just an ordinary D-level witch as he had initially determined. Could she be the rare type that can evolve in times of crisis? It seemed the safest thing to do was to hand her over to the tribunal. Burning her at the stake alone would be too easy for her. In order to ensure success, he used his power of faith to perform the language spell. It was almost a sure-kill technique against low-level witches who had been tempted and fallen under the influence of demons. As he expected, the girl trembled and immediately lost the will to resist after hearing just one phrase. At that moment, she looked like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, completely defenseless. Just as she was about to be captured, something that shocked him to the core happened in the next second. In the empty and pitch-black valley, a constantly writhing blood-red light appeared out of nowhere right behind the witch, as if leaking from a tear in the fabric of space, instantly engulfing her. Then a voice, which seemed to be desperately suppressing chaos and cruelty, echoed in the empty valley. A series of raw and peculiar pronunciations, like ancient sacrificial incantations, danced in the air, attracting the coveting of void energy. At this moment, it felt as if an indescribable creature was slimily crawling up his back, and then instantly pressing his head down into a boiling pool of blood. He wanted to take a deep breath, but all he could taste was the stinky, scorching liquid flooding into his mouth, and the continuous sensation of vomiting made him almost suffocate. A few seconds felt like an entire century for a drowning person. When the crushing pressure around him disappeared almost at the same time, Father Ved, who had survived the disaster, gasped for breath, and not far in front of him, the blood-red crack shimmered and swallowed up the last piece of the witch's clothing before disappearing completely. The valley returned to its gloomy darkness. Damn it! What the hell was that?! Why did that damn witch disappear out of thin air?! He wanted to scream, but he found that he couldn't hear anything at all. When he touched his ears, there was blood on both sides of his face. Ved took two steps back in horror, but was tripped by something protruding from the ground beneath him. When he turned around to look, he felt a chill run down his spine. At this moment, there was not a single living person left in the entire valley except for him. The villagers' heads were like shattered watermelons, and the ground was covered in red and white. The torches scattered on the ground flickered, casting a flickering light on Ved's pale face. ... "In the mysterious and quiet depths of the forest, there is a western-style fantasy-themed spa hotel. Here, the dwarves and elves, who were once archenemies, sit side by side toasting, while bikini-clad female archers enjoy massages from minotaurs in the hot springs. Each guest has their own unique identity. They raise their glasses and talk about their past glories. Community members enjoy an 20% discount with their IDs. Pukeko Castle Spa Hotel welcomes your arrival! Specific Address: End of New Era Street, Springs Town, Chunmu City, 2000 meters ahead (maybe). Ps: Construction of other fantasy world experience hotels is in progress, stay tuned!" Yes, this is the advertisement Wu Xian posted in the community. He cringes every time he sees this pinned post. Needless to say, all the comments below are mocking the original poster, and almost no one believes that this could be a unique and interesting experience hotel. He had already given up hope of attracting guests with this advertisement, but tonight he actually ran into one.And she is a blonde girl.
In order to keep her, he was prepared to give freebies, and even to sell at a loss.
As long as he could open, he was willing to throw caution to the wind.
"Since you're here, why not come in and take a look?"
For Chinese people, this is almost an all-purpose sales phrase, and it worked this time as well.
Although the blonde girl had a European charm on her face,
But when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Chinese culture is profound and inclusive, and assimilating a foreigner from another district is a breeze.
Therefore, Wu Xian could better understand why this blonde girl was so enthusiastic about playing a medieval character in a fantasy world.
Perhaps she just wanted to find some memories hidden in her bloodline from the virtual world.
And, looking at her attire...
If he guessed correctly, she should be playing the role of a witch who suffered in the darkness of the medieval era.
That was a peculiar time.
A dark continent plagued by diseases, plagues, poverty, hunger, and war.
Witches were deliberately demonized by the church and became the instigators of all these disasters.
Anyone could accuse a suspicious woman of being a witch to the church.
The church would then capture her indiscriminately and initiate the witch identification process.
Yes, they would immerse her in water.
If she drowned, then she was a guilty witch.
If she didn't drown, haha, she must have been protected by a demon. Only fire can completely purge the witch's sins, allowing the impending disaster to turn to ashes along with the witch.
Although witches have certain self-defense abilities in a fantasy setting,
They are still a pitiable minority compared to the massive organization of the church. Non-grouped witches quickly fall into the Church's military encirclement and ultimately become black ashes beneath the stake.
So, Wu Xian only took a quick glance,
And he knew the character state that the blonde girl wanted to express at the moment.
Yes, she was constantly evading the church's pursuit and enduring hardships, only to find a temporary residence - a hot spring hotel.
Her eyes were filled with fear and panic,
Like a stray cat covered in wounds suddenly facing the generous giving of humans, she couldn't help but worry if there was any hidden malice behind the kind smile.
Like what she had experienced before,
She had to be careful at all times to survive in this world full of malice towards witches.
Tsk tsk tsk, the blonde girl's expressions, demeanor, and small movements on her body were impeccable.
It's really a pity if she doesn't become an actor.
