The big witch shook her head: "I don't know, maybe I can't wake up. Shanma, our village is about to be finished."

When he said the second half of the sentence, the Great Witch's tone was very serious, and the Shanma widened his eyes: "Hasn't the King found a way to eliminate the mountain monsters? I heard from the villagers that the King's army had entered the mountain pass."

The great witch shook her head: "It is not the mountain monster that destroys the village, but the plague. King Yelang once predicted that a bloody plague would sweep across the Dazhai. Wutuo was the only one who could cure everyone, but now, Wutuo has also fallen. Shanma, I plan to tell him about the plague after the king comes back. If I die, you should leave here immediately and go to find King Yelang."

Shanma seemed a little anxious: "Why did the great witch say that?"

The great witch sighed and said, "The king is different now than before. When the king came to me in the afternoon, I knew he had changed. King Yelang once predicted that if I was killed by the king, the plague would not destroy the entire village, but if I was still alive, you would die."

Shanma could no longer speak, just staring at the big witch in a daze.

The great witch stood up and said the last sentence to Shanma: "If Utuo can't stand it tonight, then bury him."

After saying that, the witch left the hut.

When he came out of the house, he was already ashamed and looked ten years older.

I feel that whether it is the Black King before the change or the Great Witch, we all know that something will definitely happen this night. Both of us got prophecies from King Yelang, but the prophecies obtained by the Great Witch were plague, while the prophecies obtained by the Black King were that once the holy tree withered, everyone in the village would die.

These two different prophecies seem to have caused disagreement between the Black King and the Great Witch. In order to protect the people of the Great Village, the Black King will definitely make sure that the holy tree will not wither. The Great Witch seems to have no concern for the holy tree, and he only cares about the people in the Great Village.

Villagers are still rushing out of the village, and a long dragon is formed on the road to Dazhai.

The great witch still surrounded the crowd and took a small path to leave the village. We followed him. Just as he left the entrance of the village, the scenery in his sight swayed violently again.

As the waves swayed, the Dawu and the villagers at the entrance of the village gradually disappeared. After these scenes stabilized, I saw the Black King leading his army to triumphantly from the mountain pass.

I looked at the size of the team, which was no different from when he left the village. It seemed that he had indeed found a way to deal with mountain monsters, but these people were still as imposing as if they left the village, but when they came back, they looked dead.

The Black King was holding a thick tree root in his hand, with blood on the tip of the root. This should be the "head" of the mountain demon.

It is obvious that the Black King and his army won the victory, but I could not see any joy on the Black King's face. He had no expression and his posture was a little stiff when walking, just like a walking corpse.

The soldiers following him were all murderous intent, and even their eyes were a bit fierce. When they looked at Dazhai, they seemed to see not the place where they lived, but a huge slaughterhouse built of wood and stone. The villagers gathered outside Dazhai Gate were lambs waiting to be slaughtered one by one.

At this time, I realized that the scene I least wanted to see was about to happen soon.

But no one knows what the Black King and his people have experienced at Yamaguchi.

When the Black King and his soldiers walked to the gate of Dazhai, they were greeted by the villagers' cheers like the mountains and rivers of shouting. There were too many people there, and we didn't dare to go over, so we just watched from a distance.

Several vine armored soldiers climbed up the village wall along the rope. After a while, the village gate was opened and residents outside began to pour into the village.

Liang Houzai once said that the Black King's army killed 10,000 people this night and then committed suicide. I can't count how many villagers there are outside the village. I only know that outside the large area outside the village gate, there are dense heads everywhere, just like black ants. After the village gate is opened, they slowly "move" into the village gate like an ant colony.

Liu Shangang patted me, and I looked at him and saw him stretching out a hand and pointing to the east side of the village wall.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, I saw Da Wuzhen walking along a small road towards Dazhai. When he arrived near the wall of the village, he stopped, looked at the crowd slowly entering Dazhai, and sighed a long time.

Liu Shangang said: "He seems to be going into the village from that direction, which can avoid the crowd and the central square of the village."

We immediately followed and saw the Great Witch reaching the east side of the village. Next to the east wall was an extremely dense forest. After the Great Witch entered the forest, it struggled to travel between the gaps between trees.

He finally came to the base of the east wall of the village, slapped the wall with his right hand twice, and then pushed it hard, and a secret door appeared at the bottom of the wooden wall, and on the other side of the secret door, there was the residence of the Great Witch.

Because the secret door was very small, and the big witch closed the door after entering, we didn't have time to keep up with him. We could only use a tree closest to the wall of the village to climb into the village.

Planting trees along the city wall is a very unwise behavior. If in the war years, the enemy's fine works can easily climb trees into the village, just like we are now. Judging from the height of these trees, the forest was here a long time ago. The Black King could have it existed for so long, and it seemed very certain that there would be no war in the village.

As soon as we entered Dazhai, we heard the sound of villagers cheering and singing from the center of the village. A large celebration banquet had begun.

But the residence of the Great Witch is far away from the center of the village, and there are no carnival crowds in this place.

Through the window, I saw the big witch walking in the room. He looked very anxious. While walking in the room, he looked up from time to time and looked out the window.

Later, he took out a hair-fed animal skin and wrote a few words on it, but he obviously did not write out everything he wanted to write. After he moved a few strokes, he stood up again and walked around the room.

Liang Houzai looked at the words on the animal skin and couldn't help but frown: "He hesitated. He is now considering whether to tell the Black King about the plague."

When he was in the village, the great witch told Shanma that if he told the Black King about the plague, he would be very likely to die, but if he survived, everyone in the village would die.

At that time, the Great Witch's tone was very firm, as if he would go to find the Black King as soon as he returned to the village.

But when the time for making a decision finally came, the great witch still hesitated. Life and death, his own life and the lives of tens of thousands of village people, he could only choose one.

After walking around the room for a few laps, the Great Witch's expression became painful. He squatted on the ground with his head in his arms, muttering to himself in a voice that I couldn't hear clearly.

Later he became very angry. He grabbed the magic weapons on the table and threw them hard to the ground one by one. He opened his mouth wide and roared silently, but he did not dare to make a sound, as if he was afraid that the people in the village would hear it.

Only then did I realize that the calm and gentle wizard in front of the Black King and the people was actually a very fragile person. He hated his hesitation and timidity, but could not defeat himself. He wanted to vent, but was afraid that others would find out his fragility.

He just tossed around the house for a while, but in the end, he still compromised.

After the great witch broke the last magic weapon on the table, she sat in the corner of the wall, leaned her head against the wall, and sighed. After that, his eyes became a little hollow.

Liang Houzai couldn't help but sigh: "He gave up."

The great witch just raised her head and did not make any other moves for a long time.

The village was filled with people, laughter and noise were intertwined, and it seemed extremely random. From when, the carnival crowd gradually calmed down, and the village became silent.

I have a very bad premonition, and I feel that the massacre may be about to begin.

After a moment of silence, someone shouted: "Save..."

The word behind was not called out.

Although I had known that some things would happen sooner or later, when I heard this word, my heart trembled suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, the village started to make a noise again, and this time the noise was even louder than before.

I almost subconsciously rushed to the center of Dazhai, but found that the crowd gathered there was still carnival. They danced and sang in front of clusters of bonfires, so excited that they could not control themselves.

Dozens of vine soldiers were carrying a few mouthfuls of large tripods and walking towards this side. The spicy aroma similar to wine drifted out from the tripod, but in addition to the spicy aroma, there was a strong sour and rotten smell.

I heard someone in the crowd shouting excitedly: "Wine! The king is enjoying the wine!"

It was not until this time that I realized that the previous "save" was actually a shout of "wine". The reason why the carnival crowd calmed down was probably because they saw the big cauldron serving wine.

In this era, it was very good to eat enough food. Few people had surplus grain to make wine. Although Dazhai was rich, no one used the method of making wine to consume food. The Black King's wine should have been stored for a long time. I saw thick dust on the copper tripods. I think he saved these wines to enjoy with the villagers on this special day.

The vine armored soldiers lined up the big tripods in two rows in the center of the village. The Black King raised his right hand high and shouted at the crowd: "Drink it all."

When he spoke, there was no expression on his face, but the crowd gathered in the center of Dazhai immediately became excited.

Everyone took all kinds of cups to the Dading to serve wine, otherwise everyone, men, women, young and old, would have more or less given some wine, but the wine in these few copper cauldrons would not be enough for so many people to drink together.

Many people hold horn cups that hold wine, but are reluctant to drink the wine inside, so they keep holding such cups and having fun with others.

Compared to these carnival people, the Black King's face had no expression on his face. The vine armored soldiers stationed in the village also pressed their helmets very low. The fire shone on the helmets, and the soldiers' eyes were all hidden in the shadows.

After a long time, the Black King raised his right hand again. At this time, there was a wine glass made of black cow horns in his hand. He shouted: "Drinke all this glass of wine!"

As soon as the words came to an end, the carnival crowd calmed down for a moment, and then everyone raised the wine glass in their hands and drank the wine in the glass with the Black King.

The Black King's eyes swept across everyone's face. At this time, he picked the corner of his mouth and showed a very satisfied smile. He threw the horn cup aside, and then jumped up the god around the bonfire closest to him. While jumping, he recited a mantra that I couldn't understand.

Liang Houzai frowned immediately: "He is going to commit a crime!"
Chapter completed!