No bonfire.

There is no light either.

The jungle of the west of the Gray Moon is covered with shadows.

The two moons in the sky break through the dark clouds, and the cold moonlight shines.

In this cold and wet land, a group of people wearing black robes and hooded robes sewn with rough red patterns were sitting on the ground.

At this time, these people were chewing on what they were in their hands.

The sound of swallowing and the sound of bone shattering is gathered into a ball.

The plasma exploded in the mouth, but the chewing movement did not stop.

"Ah, ah-I can feel it! My family...the people who have been blessed by my power are disappearing one by one!"

A scream rang out.

A man stood up staggeringly.

He was wearing clothes different from his surrounding companions, dark red laces, ornate and artificial patterned robes. These patterns were twisted and formed a twisted and weird heraldry.

And this is the coat of arms symbolizing the old witch.

"How disobedient! How disobedient! How could the witch see this embarrassed look! How did the blasphemer of Gray Moon see through my power of speech?"

The man had a brown hair, pale complexion, sunken cheeks, and looked malnourished and skinny.

"No! Impossible! How can I doubt the love given to me by Lord Witch! Forgive me! Forgive me! Lord Witch! Ahhhh!"

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

His head hit the big tree hard, and blood flowed down his cracked head.

No witch believer has stopped the Dead Word High Priest.

These witch believers simply lowered their heads and chewed at what they were in their hands.

They were gray-black fur... rats whose bodies were gnawed to pieces.

And this is also the food for the witch believers.

As Simon said, these people were a group of psychopaths, and as night watchmen, he could not seek their cooperation and help.

Meanwhile, the voice of coldness and fanaticism came from the mouth of the Dead High Priest:

"Simon, the blasphemer of Grey Moon, will be judged, and this is what the Witches expect."

The high priest of Death was pale. He squinted his eyes and looked at the village in the distance.

His power must be contacted with the dead bodies before it can be activated, while the dead bodies that sneaked into the gray moon were solved one by one.

Although I don't know how the other party did it-

"But this cannot stop my loyalty to Lord Witch! I am the one who is loved, Simon the blasphemer... How can you understand, who has never been loved by Lord Witch?"

He whispered and resentful, and took out a small pot of clay from his arms while his palm moved slightly.

At the same time, the witch believers who had finished their meal stood up stiffly and mechanically.

They were holding a small clay pot in their hands.

"The ashes of the clay pot contain my power... All you have to do is go to the cemetery of the village...spread the ashes into it."

"After doing this, you will kill all the villagers left in the village, and my power to speak out will solve everything."

"..." The witch believer behind him did not speak, but silently placed his thin palm covered with rat blood on his shoulder to express his respect.

Then their figures gradually dissolved in the shadows and disappeared.

......

The witch believer Locke and his companion Crow are responsible for the Ginkgo Village that is far from the west of the gray moon.

Their purpose is only one.

Let these blasphemers taste fear and fear! Let the Grey Moon Fortress sink into the sea of ​​fire.

Their faces hidden under their hood showed a hideous smile, and kept sneaking forward while the night was shining.

Then...

Then they were found.

Some villagers who were dressed up strangely with a green magic lamp were discovered.

But even so, the two witch cultists did not waver at all.

As witches, they themselves are the incarnations of horror.

As the incarnation of fear, how could it be scared by just a few villagers?

Locke and Crow took off their hoods and revealed their pale and twisted faces.

Feel desperate! Grey moon leaders!

Then...

Then they saw that the magic lamp in the hands of these strange "villages" changed from green to deep red.

The next moment, these "villagers" showed excited smiles on their faces.

Their eyes were green, and the two witch believers, Locke and Crow, couldn't help but tremble.

???This...it seems something is wrong?

Why are these villagers not afraid of us when they see us?

Lock turned to Crow.

Crow obviously also paid attention to what he meant, but he didn't care, just made a neck wiping action.

His meaning is easy to understand.

They are just a few villagers who have made strange moves, and there are only four people on the other side, just kill them and enter the village.

However, the next second—

"Hey! Come on, brothers! We have discovered the witch believer!"

These strange villagers shouted, their tone full of excitement and joy.

"Ah? What?! Someone has discovered the witch believer!"

"Come here, come here!"

"Fuck them!"

The noisy sound came from all directions, Locke and Crow opened their mouths, and their originally twisted and bloody face became a little confused.

Wait a minute...what is going on?

boom!!!

Everything happened in just a moment.

The crimson magic light illuminates the entire field.

Countless strangely dressed "village" came from all directions with magic lamps, and instantly surrounded the two witch-old believers.

Crow and Locke were both confused.

This number of people...?

Five hundred...not right...one thousand?...not right...two thousand?

The thin figures of the two witch believers, Crow and Locke, looked lonely and helpless under the illumination of more than two thousand guiding magic lamps... were still pitiful.

"???" Crow.

"???" Locke.

Even if they were the witch-old believers who acted in madness and fear, they were at a loss for this situation.

No... The plot development shouldn't we surrounded you, the villagers, and watched you be surrounded by dead bodies... struggling in pain?

Under such circumstances, Crow gritted his teeth and smiled terrifyingly again.

He licked the blood from his mouth and shouted loudly with his twisted and terrifying face:

"I am Cro, a believer of the witch's old witch! You blasphemers will be killed by me!"

quiet--

More than two thousand players stared at him, and no one spoke.

Seeing that something was wrong with the atmosphere, Crow moved his mouth and maintained a hideous and terrifying face:

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

After hearing this, the players looked at each other, then grabbed their heads together, and then gave neat sighs:

"Damn, this NPC is too smart, right? It actually has its own dialogue?"
To be continued...