Chapter 210 It Is Hunting Us, It Knows What We Are Afraid Of

Outside the window, the full moon hangs high, and the mist occasionally covers the surroundings of the village.

More than half of the houses in the town have their doors and windows closed, and the remaining light of the candlelight shines through the hanging ears of rice, and the dark red fireflies are scattered, like blood.

"Snake Lightning Dark Blade. Sea"

"Snake Lightning Dark Blade. Sea"

"Snake Lightning Dark Blade. Sea"

Repeated whispers came from house to house, people whispered in their homes with closed doors and windows, giggling like crazy, and no one could understand what they were saying.

It sounded like everyone was crazy, as if they were trapped in the room and talking to another terrible self.

A nightmare haze began to cover the entire village, and the shadows moved quickly as if they had legs.

Then the lights began to go out.

One by one, the doors and windows were nailed tightly with wooden strips, but the lights were all extinguished powerlessly.

The crazy talk of the people also began to disappear, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet, as if the whole village fell into eternal sleep at the same time.

Only one voice remained, which seemed particularly harsh.

Something was shouting hoarsely in the field behind the old blacksmith shop, talking to itself, mumbling something "snake lightning darkness", which sounded like human language, but there was an indescribable sense of weirdness.

"Demir?!"

Someone groped towards the blacksmith shop and asked tentatively in a low voice. He walked through the long and deep row of houses with a lantern, and the light of the lantern cast strange shadows in all directions.

"Snake lightning darkness"

The hoarse cry sounded again, and the sound was very evil, as if someone was stirring the brain with a red-hot iron rod, drilling deep into the heart.

The hoarse tone gradually rose, as if it was approaching the blacksmith shop.

"Demir?" The man raised the lantern and shouted again.

"De, Mi, Er." Something responded to him.

But that was definitely not Demir himself. Although the voice was similar, it felt like it was forced out. The throat was like corroded rust, creaking and crackling, revealing the voice of the longing dead.

At this time, the man holding the lantern stopped. He was afraid and wanted to retreat. The weird and horrified response made him feel terrified.

At some point, it seemed that at the moment when fear was born, he saw a face - if it can be described as a "face".

The face was looking at him, the whole face was completely crooked and twisted, the face was made of simple burlap, the body was stuffed with withered straw, and there were rusty fangs in the mouth.

Facing this face, the man's face turned pale in an instant, and he almost screamed.

There is no doubt that the person in front of him is not a person at all, and cannot even be considered a living thing.

"De, Mi, Er." The weird voice just now came out of that mouth again, even with a hint of ridicule.

"No! Mage!! No——" The man finally came back to his senses from the extreme fear. He screamed hysterically and ran out like crazy.

Ga——ga——

Almost at the same time as he screamed, hundreds of crows flew out from behind the distorted face.

Many eyes, scarlet light flashed, and the lantern "clicked" to the ground amid the shrill screams.

It came and went quickly, and everything returned to silence.

The lantern that fell to the ground was lifted up by several crows and sent to the hand full of straw. It would be more appropriate to call it a claw.

"ha～ha～ha! Fiddlest…tic…ks!"

The owner with claws and straw, tilted his head and held the bright lantern, like a demon holding gold coins to seduce mortals.

"ha~ha~ha, Fiddlest...tic...ks!"

Instantly, all the crows disappeared, and the hoarse voices like rust echoed in the endless dark night, one by one like the alarming bells of midnight.

The gray fog above the village gathered thickly, isolating all the light outside, and it lasted for a long time.

Sadwina City, Jinpo Town.

"Lord Silas, we have conducted a preliminary search, and there is no one alive in the whole town."

When Sadek reported, there was an indescribable emotion on his face, with sympathy, lamentation, and shock. Of course, there was more fear and awe.

The person he reported to was Silas, who had just arrived in the town. The other party was taking off his hood and looking at the surrounding environment.

This is a remote town in the east of Demacia. On the surface, it is no different from other places, but in just one night, all the people and livestock in the town disappeared out of thin air!

Except for some traces left in the panic, there are almost no clues.

This matter sounds very strange, and what is even stranger is that this is the fifth case that has occurred after the magic ban was abolished, which has to attract the attention of the bigwigs in Xiongdu.

"Lead the team to thoroughly investigate here and use everything that can be used. I don't want us to find any clues before Lady Laxana comes here." Silas retracted his gaze and gave orders in a cold tone.

His deep eyes were as cold as before, and his sharp eyes like a hawk made Sadek feel a little uncomfortable.

Sadek secretly complained in his heart, but still agreed:

"Yes, sir, I will let everyone look carefully."

They were still locked up in the dungeon of the demon hunters a few days ago. Before they were caught, they were just a group of ordinary people. Even if they are now under the identity of the Demacia Magic Department, they don't know how to search.

Silas also knew the quality of this group of people and gave a direction:

"You were from the countryside before, don't think about using those professional or magical methods, use the common sense you see or hear every day."

"Understood, sir!"

Sadek immediately understood, he simply responded and left to search for clues from house to house.

And Silas still stood in the center of the town, his eyes lowered, his brows knitted, and his fists clenched slightly.

"Damn it, don't let me know who is behind it!"

In less than 10 days, 5 villages and towns were killed one after another, and nearly 10,000 innocent people were implicated.

Such a sensational incident has not appeared in Demacia for a long time.

"Well, Jinpo Town, Deklon Town, Sat Village, Huron Village and Laruk Town."

Silas thought about the places where the murders took place in his mind and walked casually in the town.

The whole town was quiet, except for the sound of the mage search team's actions, there was no other movement.

However, Silas did not feel safe, quiet, or relaxed. He always felt that he was under some kind of gaze, and this town had a weird feeling no matter from which angle he looked at it.

He was not a person who believed in feelings, but this dangerous atmosphere was so strong that it was hard to ignore.

Unfortunately, he could not find any traces of magic, no traces of exploration and tracking, which made Silas extremely annoyed.

The only thing that could make all the villagers disappear silently in just one night was magic, and as long as the magic was released, there would be traces.

He could sense all the traces left by magic, whether it was people or objects.

This was his innate talent.

But now, there was no sign in the town.

Not only Jinpo Town, but the rest of the villages and towns had the same result.

What kind of magic could it be?

Why these villages and towns?

How did the villagers disappear without magic?

Judging from the traces left at the scene, everything went incredibly smoothly. It looked like a voluntary disappearance that had been discussed, with no signs of resistance or struggle.

This was quite unreasonable.

Many questions lingered in Silas' mind. He walked a lot harder and looked around with a calm mind.

He was very sure that Jinpo Town must have some secrets hidden. He needed to feel and observe more carefully.

This incident had been identified as a magical incident by Xiongdu. Laxana would come to investigate in person after handling the matters at hand. Silas would go to the town as a vanguard to obtain on-site information.

The only thing in common among all the villages and towns at present was their extreme hatred of magic. These towns had more or less captured and killed mages, and were firm enforcers of the ban on magic.

For these people, Silas naturally wished they would die sooner, but they could not die at this time, dying of unknown magic.

Otherwise, this would be very unfavorable for Laxana's situation.

The Demacia he dreamed of had not yet been established. Now everything was just beginning, and he never wanted to return to that cage again.

For no reason, the fragments of suffering in the dungeon were replayed in Silas' mind, repeating and expanding. It seemed that something broke out of the ground in his heart and blossomed into a flower of fear.

It seemed that some mysterious power was slowly evoking his painful memories.

"Seth."

A vague voice sounded in his ears, and Silas was a little confused, as if he was standing on the edge of a cliff, and he was only one step away from falling into the bottomless abyss.

"Lord Silas!"

Another call made him break away from the feeling of standing on the edge of a cliff.

This time Silas completely came back to his senses, and his vision quickly focused, recognizing that the person standing in front of him was Sadek who had completed the search.

He pressed his temples, put aside past memories and messy thoughts, and asked in a deep voice:

"Sadek, are there any new discoveries?"

"Everything is normal." Sadek shook his head regretfully, "Many people in the town have half-finished work in their homes, giving people the feeling that the owner of the house just left temporarily for something and will come back later."

That's what he said, but Silas and Sadek knew in their hearts that these people would never come back.

Overnight, without any resistance, all were killed.

"No bloodstains, damage or animal footprints were found?" Silas simply refined the problem.

The town has a permanent population of about a thousand people and hundreds of houses.

Only villagers are missing, but the houses and facilities have not suffered any damage. This is too abnormal.

"No one was found. Everyone seemed to have agreed to die in their sleep. Uh, although it is a bit unkind to say this, but I really can't think of a suitable description."

Sadek suppressed the chill in his heart and continued: "The only problem is the residence of the night watchman."

As he spoke, he led the way and took Silas to the entrance of the village.

After the two walked away, Silas was near the shadow under the thick and twisted old locust tree. I don't know when and who put a scarecrow there.

The scarecrow looked very inconspicuous, just like the kind commonly seen in ordinary fields. No one in the search team even noticed it just now.

At this moment, perhaps due to the scattering of light and shadow, its face made of dry grass seemed to be burning with a cluster of scarlet light. Although it had no facial features, it gave people the illusion that it was smiling.

Silas followed Sadek to the entrance of Jinpo Village.

"My lord, this is where the night watchman should be on duty."

Sadek pointed to the overturned tables and chairs, as well as the countless papers scattered on the ground.

"We initially determined that the incident happened late at night. People in villages and towns usually rest early and live a regular life. And this place may be the first scene where the murderer was seen."

"The first scene?"

Silas looked around and motioned for Sadek to continue.

No mistakes, just one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

"This is just a conclusion based on our common sense, and we don't know if it's right or not." Sadek said truthfully:

"From the overturned debris, it can be seen that the night watchman responded and resisted to a certain extent, but if the village was killed first, it shouldn't be so messy here."

After looking around, Silas tapped his chin and confirmed his statement.

Indeed, compared with the peaceful village, this place is unusually messy.

But the chaos here is completely different from the chaos in a head-on conflict.

Tables and chairs were overturned, broken pieces of utensils and cooking utensils were scattered all over the floor, braziers and torches were nowhere to be found, charcoal basins for heating were upside down on the floor, ash was scattered everywhere

It didn't look like resistance at all, but like a madman, unconscious and wreaking havoc.

"Go on." Silas waved his hand.

Sadek opened his mouth and said hesitantly:

"Sir, based on similar situations in the previous towns, we infer that this may be a large-scale black magic."

"Black magic? You still know this?"

Silas looked at Sadek questioningly and strangely. Before the awakening of magic, the other party was just a vendor.

This time, he was made the team leader just because he had a fairly smart brain.

"That. I don't understand it at all." Sadek scratched his head embarrassedly, "But I heard some opinions during the time I was under guard."

"Tell me about it."

The clues were basically cut off here, and Silas didn't mind listening.

"Ahem."

Sadek coughed twice and said seriously:

"I heard that there is a kind of black magic that can swallow people into darkness. When the mages wave their hands, all the people who are asleep will be swallowed by darkness, and those who are still awake will eventually go crazy for various reasons, kicking over things, smashing pots and pans, working frantically, and finally lose their energy and sink into darkness."

"Humph, if there is such a strong magic, Demacia would have been destroyed long ago." Silas didn't believe it at all.

"Why? Lord Silas, can't magic reach this level?" Sadek asked without any knowledge, and he didn't realize how stupid he asked.

The story just now was actually the horror magic he made up in his mind after entering the village and seeing these scenes.

It is obvious that imagining these things will make him feel uncomfortable, panic, and tremble, but he just can't help himself from thinking about it.

Even

He had countless creepy illusions. In the shadows of the bushes, on the top of the house, behind the tree trunks, in every corner where the sight and sunlight could not penetrate, there were pairs of prying eyes staring at him! Glowing with scarlet light.

It was obvious that there were only him and Silas here, but he seemed to be in a busy street.

Sadek didn't know how Silas felt. In this weird contrast and atmosphere, his whole body was tense, and the cold air went up along his spine as if he fell into an ice cellar.

Hiss.

Sadek couldn't help but shudder.

"Okay, don't think too much, magic is not as powerful as you think." Silas comforted casually. "If such magic really existed everywhere, Noxus would have learned it long ago and used it on us."

If there were really a few people who mastered such a terrifying power, he couldn't imagine why the other party slaughtered these small villages.

With such strength, Demacia would find it difficult to resist even with the whole country's strength, so why bother to bully some remote villagers.

"Hahaha, that's right, sir, what you said makes sense."

Sadek laughed dryly twice. After thinking carefully, he thought that what Silas said made some sense. He subconsciously reached out and touched his back, as if to cheer himself up and reassure himself.

"Sir, let me look for more clues." Sadek said.

"Go ahead, don't worry, even if you turn it upside down."

Silas nodded at him, not caring about where he was going. He bent down to pick up the papers that fell on the ground, collected them and quickly browsed them in his hand.

Most of the records on them were recent news about Demacia, including news about Laxana's succession as the Minister of Magic, and a series of related information about the changes of the magic hunters.

Silas flipped through these papers casually, and he didn't expect to find anything.

These were just readings for the night watchmen to kill time, and there was nothing worth paying attention to.

When he turned to almost the end, Silas's eyebrows suddenly raised, and he picked out the paper in his hand and browsed it silently.

"Ten kings, ten thrones."

"Nine crowns, crowned heads."

"Only one person is left, dig the ground and bury him."

"Only the crow is left, neither dead nor alive."

Although there are only four short lines, Silas reads it over and over again.

This is a Demacia poem that has been circulated for hundreds of years, and Silas has also heard it.

The hand holding the paper began to tremble. The paper with the poem suddenly became extremely heavy. The ink on it, which had long been dried, was like a carrier for the spread of shadows, which shocked Silas all over.

He knew!

He understood!

The poem of the Ten Thrones was once a poem in which bards sang fear and narrated demonic poems.

Fearful Demon

Silas' pupils suddenly dilated, and he didn't care about anything else, and ran madly into the village.

When he ran back to the old locust tree, the place where he was afraid just now, he couldn't find any suspicious traces.

"My lord, have you found anything?"

Sadek saw Silas running in a panic from a distance. He didn't know what happened, so he had to follow him panting.

"Sadek!"

Silas' voice was unprecedentedly cold, and even had a trace of trembling that was difficult to conceal.

"Is there something under this tree just now?"

"Under the tree?"

Sadek didn't understand, and looked curiously in the direction Silas said.

In his field of vision, next to the old locust tree, in a place covered by a shadow, there were several black birds landing there, pecking at something each other.

"Are you talking about the crows?"

"No! I said before that there must be something there!"

Silas gritted his teeth, veins popped on his forehead, and he was indescribably anxious and horrified.

No wonder he couldn't feel the existence of any magic!

Demon!

It's the demon! All the people disappeared, it was the demon who was causing trouble.

Damn it, why didn't he think about it before!

The answer surfaced, but it seemed that it was not just the answer that was exposed, just as the ice surface was always only a small part, and the volume below the water surface was always unimaginably huge.

Silas shuddered uncontrollably, and another poem suddenly rang in his mind:

"When the fields are dead and the wind dies down."

"Run. Go home."

"When the crows cover the sky and the night falls."

"Hide immediately."

"."

"Sir, are you okay? Should we retreat first?"

Seeing that Silas looked wrong, Sadek stepped forward and supported the shaky Silas.

"Retreat" Silas looked grim, "Damn it. I'm afraid it's too late."

At some point, the sunlight above their heads disappeared.

The clouds were layered and the mist was diffused, as if it had entered the evening in advance.

The outlines of the surrounding shadows expanded wantonly, and even the wind attached to the skin seemed to have completely disappeared.