Chapter 65 The Bow of Taoyao

The barren land, there are few plants in the wilderness, only the soil and rocks of the bare ground. Fortunately, some sparse and tenacious weeds still survive among the stone cracks, and the shriveled and tough grass roots still firmly grasp the loose soil below, so that it will not form a windy and sandy climate.

A dark cyan cloth shoe stepped on the soft soil, and then the little foot wrapped in white socks lifted up, and the slender body leaped forward quickly.

Roland Hill was wearing a black coat, leaping lightly on the ground like a smart black bird, heading towards the distant destination.

The village she is going to is in a remote mountain depression about 50 miles away from the canyon. Although the various locations here are very remote, there are few other villages around this village, and some are lonely, making people feel more remote.

In the sky, two birds also spread their wings and followed the girl, overlooking the wilderness below.

Suddenly, a sharp bird chirping sounded overhead, and the girl stopped for a while.

Although in the eyes of outsiders, this land is empty, but in the eyes of the girl and the blue jay, this is not the case.

Threads and strands of ghosts floated from the gaps in the earth like smoke, and then twisted into a vague shape. It doesn't seem to have any wisdom, just an instinctive yearning to chase other living creatures.

Is this the glamour?

Looking at the strange life in front of him, Roland Hill was slightly curious, then stretched out his back, and pulled out a slender mahogany sword from the wooden box.

This was given to her by her mother-in-law before she left. Although it is not an extraordinary item, it is enough to deal with such an enemy in her hands.

The tip of the wooden sword pointed diagonally towards the ground, and a faint ray of light extended from the girl's wrist, covering the sword's body, and then a light blue arc of light swept through the atmosphere, directly smashing the weak and small ghost that had just formed in front of her. Dissipated like ashes.

Although the girl had never practiced the Necronomicon sequence before, it did not mean that she did not understand this sequence. On the contrary, her knowledge of the Necronomicon sequence far exceeded other sequences.

This is also thanks to the teaching of her first teacher, Trinasha, the great witch of the Quicksilver Dynasty. As a witch who has witnessed the nearly thousand-year war in the Second Epoch and witnessed the rise of the dynasty and the Necronomicon sequence from scratch, her accomplishments in the Necronomicon sequence are unmatched by others.

However, perhaps having experienced too many gloomy past events, Trinasha does not encourage future generations to continue on this path.

After dealing with the new ghost, Roland Hill did not leave directly, but walked slowly to the ground formed by the ghost. The soft soil exudes a faint cold breath, which is the overflow of the undead sequence. of magic.

She used a wooden sword to poke away part of the soil, and some lavender magic power rose like smoke in the field of vision, but to outsiders, there was nothing special here.

These magic powers seem to be gradually infiltrating from the earth, and the specific location cannot be found. Picking up the hand on the ground, Roland Hill thought and analyzed quietly.

It seems that Granny Geluo is right. If the source can be easily found, the problem in this area may have been solved by the dynasty long ago, and it will not be abandoned for so long.

Shaking his hand to let the dust fall from his fingers, Roland Hill continued to run towards the north, and the distant mountains were also shrouded in a hazy purple sunset in the evening night, the color of which was as twilight.

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When it was dark, Roland Hill jumped off a high cliff, Ye Feng rolled his black tunic, and swayed rapidly behind him with his long hair, making a whirring sound.

The girl's black pupils stared down, and a village with a hundred or so households came into view in the secluded corner of the two mountains.

It was already nine to ten o'clock in the night, and the air in the valley was very cold and cold like water, drowning people, excited and awake, and the hairs on the girl's body stood up. Roland Hill wondered if he had to add a quilt to sleep tonight, but if it couldn't, he had to hug two birds to keep warm.

The village was very quiet at night, and there was almost no fire, only a few insects and dogs barking dotted the night.

This place is no better than the outside world. Firewood is a very precious thing. Until the critical moment, these clans will not ignite.

The girl did not hide her figure, and walked directly in the middle of the road, approaching the village.

In fact, the night in the mountains is not as bright as in the movies and TV series, it is the result of fill light or artificial light shooting. According to the actual situation, there are basically no images in the film, and it is all pitch black, which may be unimaginable for people living in big cities.

There is a great terror in the deep mountains at night. Even if you open your eyes with all your strength, you are covered with a black cloth as thick as leather, and you can't see anything in your eyes. Perhaps there are cliffs and abyss ahead, or a snake and a worm entrenched at your feet. Fear always comes from all kinds of unknowns.

This is what people knew about the mountains a long time ago. It was not until later that people invented the flashlight that such memory and cognition were slowly forgotten.

When he was not far from the village, Roland Hill opened his fingers, and a warm orange flame ball formed in the palm of his hand, and then dispersed into several fire balls, fluttering around the body, illuminating the surroundings.

After all, it was already very late, and if he didn't ignite, he would be regarded as a strange and hostile person. When she thought about it, the girl hesitated, but she took out the wooden mask in her arms and covered it on her beautiful face.

After the flames were lit, there were several barks and exclamations from the village, followed by a sparse sound of walking.

Soon after, torches were lit on the observation platform at the entrance of the village, and a burst of shouts and greetings came.

"Who are you?" The words are quite relics from the old days, and the tone is also different from the outside world.

The small mouth under Roland Hill's mask opened, trying to open it, but closed it again. I don't have a loud voice, and I always feel a little ashamed to shout with all my strength.

As a result, the fluttering fireball expanded and rose into the sky, exploding like fireworks, directly illuminating a radius of several hundred meters, and the figure in black with a mask below was also fully displayed in the eyes of the village name.

"It's the Demon Slayer!"

"That's right, that mask, with such a powerful strength, should be Lord Ghost Slayer."

Seeing the familiar mask, the villagers shouted excitedly, as if they had seen the savior. After that, the whole village gradually boiled, and various lights were lit, and it was no longer as deserted and silent as before.

The fence gates around the village opened, and several stronger villagers came out. After seeing Roland Hill, he bowed respectfully and then welcomed him into the village.

"I received an instruction from the Miko-sama to come here to get rid of the evil beast." The surrounding torches burned, illuminating the demon mask under the hood.

Although the appearance is ferocious, but to the surprise of several villagers, the voice under the mask is clear and ethereal, but it makes people less fearful.

"Yes, yes, yes, it is true that we recently asked the shrine for help, because recently we encountered a vicious monster."

After waking up, the villagers gathered on the road in the village and watched the black-clothed girl walk in. Some of the children were curiously asking their parents what the Ghost Killer was.

"That's under the shrine's command to protect our strong man." The mother explained patiently, and then pulled the child behind her to prevent him from disturbing the adult.

Roland Hill's dark crystal pupils looked at the surrounding villagers through the two holes in the mask, and then continued to ask.

"What is the rank of the monster, and what does it look like?"

"Sir, we don't know the exact level of the monster. Its shape is like a huge eagle, but it has a snake-like tail and sharp claws. Many villagers were scratched by the pair of claws. , brought it to the nest to eat." As they spoke, the villagers still had lingering fears.

"I see, then where is its lair, does anyone know?" Roland Hill and a few others stopped at the door of a large house in the village.

"No one knows, but it usually appears in the afternoon and returns north with prey."

"Are you still further north?"

"Yes," the villager replied.

After a few people walked into the house, the villagers quickly gave the girl a clean place to clean up, and made a more hearty dinner for the adult.

Looking at the fragrant chicken and potato nuggets in the casserole, the girl felt a bit of emotion in her heart.

It's not like the outside world. Meat is extremely rare. She felt that before entering the village, there were no more than 10 chickens in the whole village. I made a meal for myself today. All slaughtered.

She scooped out a few pieces with a spoon and put them on a plate. The girl called the villagers outside the house and asked them to distribute these to the children in the village, and told them not to be so rich.

The villager was a little grateful, but also a little frightened, afraid that the adult thought it was not delicious, but he didn't say it directly. In the face of such a big man, in fact, no amount of respect can be overstated, because this is the person who can decide the life and death of the entire village, including himself.

night.

After dinner, Roland Hill temporarily stopped in the village. An oil lamp was lit on the table in front of the bed, and the orange light flickered with the flames.

Leaning on the head of the bed, Roland Hill took out an old book that he had with him and flipped through it. It was a book handed down hundreds of years ago in a country that recorded the drastic history of that year. The two birds were also squatting on both sides of the quilt at this time, surrounded by the girl. They could not understand the text. At this time, they moved their bodies slightly and closed their eyes to rest.

The pages of the book are yellowed, and the corners are a little broken, but they are well kept and very flat. As the girl opened it, a faint incense of plants and trees wafted out. This was a moth-proof method left behind.

Although it is indoors, it is still a bit colder than the previous residence of the shrine, perhaps because of the strong power of Jiuyou.

After looking at it for a while, the girl turned her eyes to the round Dai Ju, and she had an idea to pick up the Dai Ju, which is slightly larger than a hen, and put it in her arms, just like a pillow, and then Resting his chin in Dai Ju's warm down, he continued to flip through the books in front of him.

Tweet -

Dai Ju shouted in protest that the big bird Loren Hill was bullying it more and more.

The cold blue jay next to him opened his eyes, glanced at the fat bird, then moved his footsteps, moved to the quilt beside the girl's feet, and continued to squat down to sleep, ignoring the good brother's protest.

"Okay, okay, don't cry, I'll make something delicious for you tomorrow." The girl stroked Dai Ju comfortably, promising some promises to let the little guy settle down.

Tweet -

After a few more tweets, this Dai Ju was also accustomed to curling up her wings, bearing the weight that she should not bear at this age, and then squatted down again. No way, who made the big bird, Roland Hill, so comfortable around him, he would definitely not run, and it was still waiting for the big bird to make it delicious in the future.

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After a night, early morning. The girl simply took a shower and started to act.

She wouldn't wait for the monster to attack again, it might take a long time.

Under the astonished gazes of everyone, the black-clothed ghost-faced woman flew into the air like an owl, and her black figure soared upwards.

In the world after the rules of heaven and earth have changed, flight can

The power is not as flooded as in the past, it seems that there are strict restrictions, so this ghost-killing messenger can fly, which makes many people surprised and envied.

The mountain village below gradually became smaller, and the high-altitude airflow swept the body, with the hood up, and the long hair fluttered in the air.

The flow of the wind is so clear on the skin and body and mind, and it is so kind, no matter how many times, I never get tired of it.

Roland Hill slowly closed his eyes and immersed himself in the world of perception.

As the cornerstone of the throne of the gods, the fourth of the original, the pillar of the wind, Loren Hill can be said to be the absolute controller of the atmosphere and wind. Even if the current strength is weak and cannot fully exert its power, it is still easy to perceive the information in the atmosphere.

She doesn't like overly complicated calculations, and prefers plain and simple plans.

Light blue magic light particles fluttered in the wind, on the white clouds, in the clear sky, and under the distant sky, constantly spreading to the distance.

Under the original command, the wind flows in all directions, and turns around, bringing information from a radius of ten miles, a hundred miles, or even a thousand miles away.

After a long time, the alluring girl opened her pupils, and there was still some light blue light left in it. Her jade-like pupils looked at a mountain in the north, and an ethereal and gentle voice also sounded.

"It's over there."

After that, she pulled down the black hood behind her again, and her figure swooped down from the sky like a sharp sword, flying straight towards the misty mountain.

Tweet -

The two birds fell behind, making an eager cry, as if to say that the big bird in front should fly more slowly.

After a stick of incense, Roland Hill hovered over a certain mountain peak. The two birds behind him, under the protection of the girl, could catch up, and then slowly glide around her. Because there are girls who guide the airflow, they can hover for a long time without flapping their wings.

The lair of the calamity monster is in the crevice of the cliffs of this snow-capped mountain. According to the girl's perception, it should be resting at the moment.

Anyway, there is no one here, so it would be more convenient to fight with the natural sequence. After all, it is only the Necromancer sequence 3, which is not as good as the natural sequence 4, the girl thought to herself.

After making up her mind, Roland Hill pulled out the wooden sword behind her. This time, she did not have the idea of ​​directly holding the sword for melee combat, but learned the fighting style that her former friend, Professor Frocia, used.

The wooden sword in his hand was erected in front of his eyebrows. With the influx of magic power from the natural sequence, green buds began to grow on the wooden sword, and then continued to extend up and down, gradually bending, forming a bright green wooden bow. Peach, delicate and beautiful.

Flicking his fingers, a few peach blossoms also fell, shattered in the wind, turned into petals and danced, and then gathered together again into pale white arrows, which were mounted on the bow.

On the bow and arrow, there is a light pink flame burning quietly, like a peach blossom.

Then a circle of mutually attractive circles formed on the bow body, and the tail of the arrow was in the center of the circle. When the arrow is pulled back, the bow body trembles slightly, and these apertures are also separated, like a spring, and the two ends of the largest aperture are fixed to the bow body.

One after another brilliance flashed on the arrows, and complicated patterns flowed on the arrows.

When the charging was completed, Roland Hill released his finger, and the burning arrow of powder flames flashed in the air like a streamer, directly submerging into the cliff, penetrating the mountain.

At the time, Frocia called this move the [Bow of Roses], but unfortunately the girl did not use roses, but peach trees, so it would be called [Bow of Taoyao].

Taken from "Peach's Yaoyao, Burning Its Flowers".