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Volume 5 Dance of the Ice Dragon Chapter 11 Solar Eclipse

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    "Oh, my God!" "By the gods."

    The women covered their faces and turned their heads to avoid watching, while some squatted on the ground and began to vomit.

    "Who did this?" The village chief pointed tremblingly at the body on the ground with his crutch.  "Who is the murderer?" he asked sharply.  No one knew the answer, they looked at each other, and finally their eyes turned to the quiet hotel.

    One person said cautiously, "Will there be inside?"

    Everyone¡¯s faces were suffocated, they all guessed the terrible thing.  So they all moved away from the hotel in unison, as if it were a sleeping beast, lest they wake it up and be swallowed up by it.

    "Alton?" The village chief was also unsure about paying attention.

    The pastor looked up at the blue, cloudless sky. The bright white sun hung high above his head, causing the mountains to the left and right of the village to reflect colorful rainbow light.  He calmed down and said loudly, "No evil creature dares to walk openly under the blazing sunshine. They will turn into fly ash in the sun."

    The pastor¡¯s words seemed to give them courage.

    "Captain Oprah," the village chief ordered, "open the door."

    The militia captain hesitated for a while, walked up slowly, kicked open the door of the hotel quickly, and then quickly stepped back.

    "Damn it." The village chief cursed, but he hesitated to take a step forward.

    The hotel door creaked and swayed, as if there was no one inside.  The unlit hotel was pitch black, like a hole leading to the abyss of hell, from which countless demons and monsters seemed to emerge.

    "Are they all dead?" Captain Oprah whispered to herself.  "What do we do next?"

    No one can answer him.

    The villagers stared at the open door of the hotel, and suddenly there was a rustling sound inside.  They suddenly tightened their heartstrings, shrank their necks like hedgehogs, arched their backs, and shivered behind the heavily armed militiamen.

    ¡°Raise your weapons!¡± the militia captain shouted loudly, as if he was also cheering himself up.  "Don't, embarrass me, don't back away!"

    The woodcutter and his refugee brother poked their heads out from behind the door.  With their mouths open and their eyes widened, they slowly walked out of the hotel in surprise and caution.

    "Your axe, man! Stop." The militia captain screamed like a frightened bird, "Put down your axe!"

    The woodcutter looked at the weapons in the hands of the militiamen: they were all sharper than his axe.  But at this time, the horror in his heart far exceeded the fear of the militia.  Instead, he tightened his grip on the logging ax and stopped far away.  He looked at the villagers in the sun with uneasiness and disbelief, and rubbed his eyes vigorously with his left hand.

    "You" He spoke with difficulty, his tired face showing shock.  "are they all still alive?"

    ¡°We are all fine, we are not dead,¡± the militia captain said, ¡°Put down your weapons.¡±

    "I thought you were all dead." The woodcutter still couldn't believe it.  But he dropped the ax obediently.  "last night¡­¡­"

    "Last night?" The village chief interrupted him.  He used his crutch to circle the two headless corpses on the ground.  "What happened? How did they die?"

    "Monster." "Devil." "Shadow." "Knight."

    The refugees started talking, chattering and making endless noises.  Their fear was hard to eliminate, and their words were broken into sentences, hesitant and unclear.  In the end there was no useful information.

    "Shut up!" the village chief tapped the ground with his cane.  "Tell me." He pointed at the woodcutter.

    "It's that monster." The woodcutter found that his throat was extremely dry.  "A tall black shadow, a knight on a horse." The woodcutter felt that just describing these made him shiver and feel cold all over.  He looked up at the blue sky, the sun was shining brightly, and he was sure that the knight had not appeared.  "He killed them," he said at last.

    The village chief calmly glanced at the group of refugees in front of him.  "Have you all seen it?"

    "We saw it with our own eyes," the woodcutter said haggardly, "and those noises, didn't you hear them?" They yelled, they smashed the door, they screamed and cried, but they didn't hear them.  ?  "Didn't you see the footprints on the ground?" he asked.  But when he looked over -

    "Where are there any footprints?" the village chief said.

    Two corpses fell by the door, and the two heads rolling in the street had been collected by them.  The clear, deep and huge hoof prints in the mud last night are now gone.?, the edges of the doors and windows were flat, not even a single footprint.

    "This this is impossible." The woodcutter had no idea what happened, and he didn't know how to explain it.  He said at a loss, "I obviously saw it. I swear, I swear by the scepter in the hands of the Virgin, last night, last night I saw it, it was there."

    The village chief frowned and asked, "Then why did it disappear?"

    "I don't know, how could I know?" the woodcutter shouted excitedly.

    "I know," the militia captain said, "because that's just a lie you made up." He waved his hand, and the militiamen came up and surrounded the refugees.  The bright white blade was pointed at them.  "Maybe you are those demons."

    "No, we are not!" the refugees said excitedly, "It is not us!"

    "Then who killed them without leaving any traces?" The village chief stared at the woodcutter, "It's hard for me to believe what you said. I would rather believe in my own judgment: the elusive knight was a lie that you all colluded to fabricate.  .¡±

    "I don't!"

    However, the village chief interrupted him with a wave of his hand, "Oprah, arrest them." The village chief said, "throw them into jail. Only in this way can we ensure that our villagers will not die inexplicably again."

    "Village Chief, wait a minute. Maybe that's because of magic." Someone in the crowd spoke softly.  It was the messenger, the only one here besides the priest who had much knowledge.  "Yes, it must be magic." He patted his head and said firmly, "Only magic can do it. Appear out of thin air and disappear out of thin air."

    "Who here knows how to use magic?" the village chief said to himself.

    ¡°Those people who came before, those who came before¡­¡±

    The pastor thought about it, "Miss Bachelor said that there is a mage among them."

    "What about them?" the village chief asked sharply.  "Where are those who came first? Where's the alchemist? And that paladin?"

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, all with blank faces.  "None of us saw it."

    "What about you?" the village asked the woodcutter and his companions.  "They're right above your heads. Don't tell me you don't know."

    They really don't know.  The woodcutter stammered, "They, they never appeared We didn't see them all night. There was no sound from above We didn't dare to go up Maybe, they are dead?"

    "More likely, they have run away!"

    The village chief gave the order, and despite some hesitation, the militiamen stormed into the hotel.

    There was a loud noise, and the door seemed to have been hit hard with a hammer. The door bolt broke and was suddenly knocked open.

    "Get out!" Rosie screamed.

    "Monster, shut up!"

    "Fuck you monster!" Rosie yelled back, throwing everything she could hit at the militiaman's head.  "Open your dog eyes to see if I am a monster, and then get out!"

    Leo was awakened by the noise. When he opened his eyes, he saw gleaming swords and militiamen pouring in from the door, looking at him with ill intentions and even hatred.  "What happened?"

    "You know it!" Captain Oprah shouted to him tremblingly, "Get up!"

    The alchemist had no idea what was happening.  The sword forced him to leave the warm bed, and also forced him to walk out of the hotel Then they both saw the body on the ground.

    The girls screamed and the soldiers tried to take control of the situation.  "Don't move." Leo stopped them and signaled them to calm down.  "Listen to what they say."

    "You did this?" the village chief asked.

    "Which of your eyes saw it was us?" Rosie said bluntly, "We didn't do anything."

    "Then what's going on?"

    "Only the devil knows." Rosie said sharply, "You should ask your gods, not us. I'm not your mother."

    ¡°There will be no one else but you,¡± the messenger said. ¡°Who else can cast magic?¡± His words encouraged the villagers, and the militiamen became more violent with their hands and feet.

    "We have no idea." Leo stood up. He could no longer let Rosie talk.  Otherwise she would make a mess of everything.  "We were asleep and didn't hear anything."

    "Go ahead and lie to yourself!" someone among the refugees shouted unbearably.  "You actually said you didn't know? We were all screaming like crazy, begging for help. Didn't you hear us? Are you deaf?"

    Leo can¡¯t do itYou know what's going on.  They looked at each other, and everyone's eyes were blank.  Indeed, they heard nothing - including the soldiers standing guard.  Leo noticed something was wrong.  They would not make such a stupid mistake: they were completely asleep and had no awareness of the outside world.  Something must have influenced them.

    "Speak!" people shouted impatiently.

    They cursed in dirty words and would throw rocks and snowballs at them if they disagreed.  Just as Li Ou was about to respond to their questions, suddenly, dogs all over the village started barking.

    Everyone trembled involuntarily.  They felt a cold air coming out of the ground.  The woodcutter and his refugee brothers opened their mouths in horror, but the sounds they made turned into white mist.

    One person grabbed the evil-proof charm on his chest with trembling hands.  "The monster, the monster is coming." He said in a trembling voice.

    Leo felt like there were roots under his feet, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't move an inch.  He gathered his will, recited a short spell, grabbed a handful of powder and sprinkled it.  The silver metal powder turned dark in an instant, but at least it allowed the determined warriors to relieve their body stiffness.  "Go back and pick up your weapons," he ordered.  He looked at the hundreds of ordinary people in front of him who were weak-willed and unable to move, and prayed for a miracle.  They couldn't save so many people.

    At this moment, the sky turned purple, like dusk.  Leo looked up at the gray sky.  This is impossible!  It was noon a few minutes ago!  He saw part of the dazzling sun disappearing into the darkness, a black arc eating away at it.  The black lines are getting deeper and wider.  It's a solar eclipse!  The moon was directly between the sun and the earth, giving them a period of night in the middle of the day.  But this is impossible!  The moon last night was just a crescent moon.  how come¡­¡­

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