Reckless Through The New World

When the moon was approaching the mid-heaven, the village chief brought four young people to the stage.

They all put on clean and plain white robes, and covered their faces with masks made of white cloth - this is of no use to the panda, he can see the difference between these people just by looking at the way they walk. Who. Needless to say, the village chief, from Panda's point of view, the four young people were probably the strongest among the younger generation in the village. If nothing else, everyone was around level 30.

The strength of this level is enough to conquer the world even in the Western World. As long as you don't run to those dangerous places, you can even make a fortune by taking risks. Among the ten disciples Panda received in Kalipura Village, only Erwin and the others had reached this level after several years of study and training.

When they came to the stage, the young people guarded the four corners of the small celebration platform, and the village chief stood in the center of the celebration platform, raised his hands, and prayed to the moon in the sky that was heading towards the zenith.

His prayers are weird, Panda doesn't understand what he's saying at all, and the system log prompts [You heard a weird spell, which contains something unpleasant and sticky that makes you double tormented. ] [You are affected by evil spells, and your Sanity value is reduced by 2 points. 】

(Damn it! It’s still something that reduces Sanity! What kind of ghost ritual is this!)

Panda secretly complained in his heart, looked left and right, and found that almost all the traversers frowned, obviously affected by the spell.

He couldn't help but feel a little ominous.

Looking at the stage again, I saw that the village chief was still praying, but a few strong men were carrying a strangely shaped black thing... He didn't know how to describe it on the stage.

This thing looks like a bed at first glance, but it shimmers faintly in the moonlight, and it seems to be covered with metal—a metal bed? If it was possible on Earth, metals in this world are quite rare, who would do such a thing?

Moreover, he clearly saw a lot of patterns on the thing, which were very similar to the patterns that the village chief drew around Alfion when she held a ceremony for her - all in all, it made people feel uncomfortable. of the kind.

The shape of this "bed" is actually a bit weird. If he read it right, it bulges in the middle and slopes down on all sides. Lying on it will definitely be slapped on the back. I'm afraid it's only a person wearing heavy armor. Or a Necromancer who has no feeling, can lie comfortably on this bed.

(What is this thing for? It always feels very evil...)

He muttered in his heart and continued to watch patiently.

Several strong men stepped down immediately, and then a young girl who was not wearing anything stepped onto the stage.

(Ah?! What the **** is this! No clothes on this cold day... I will get frostbite!)

Panda screamed in his heart, subconsciously wanting to squeeze in front and use a spell on the girl whose face was pale from the cold.

It's a pity that before he can do it, a transmigrator has already taken action.

"What are you doing!" Harmony muttered in a low voice, with the advantage of scroll casting, a colorful light flew out first and landed on the girl.

This ray of light fell on her body, and the girl's originally bluish-white complexion suddenly calmed down a lot, and even turned a little rosy.

Panda nodded - the spell of Harmony was used very well, and the most rare thing was that he even prepared a low-level spell such as "warmth". Generally speaking, what magicians prepare are entry-level "endurance environments" or higher-level "element resistance". Although "warmth" is powerful, it can only be used to resist cold, which is a very rare spells used.

When the panda was in Thrace City, and the Thracians were preparing for the invasion of Leyton, the streets were filled with all kinds of cold-proof magic items for sale, but he never saw even one of them with the "warmth spell" attached. " magic tool.

This spell... Probably only a very small number of pure research academic magicians, or Layton people living in the world of ice and snow, will ponder and master it. If it will be made into a scroll, the whole world will probably have one harmony.

The spell of Harmony was well received by the travelers, but the villagers were completely indifferent to it. Looking at their blank expressions, everyone felt that something was wrong.

The village chief's prayers also stopped for a while because of Harmony's spell. He didn't stop, but continued to pray.

Following his prayer, the girl lay down on the metal platform. Four young men came up and held her limbs.

Panda frowned again, and subconsciously pressed his right hand on the hilt of the sword.

A few seconds later, the village chief finished praying and walked to the girl's side.

He looked up at the sky, the moon was in the middle of the sky.

Then, he suddenly pulled out a sharp knife with a flickering cold light from under the metal table, and cut it towards the girl's heart.

More than a dozen exclamations sounded together, and several figures appeared together with the light of magic.

The sharp knife was not able to fall, on the contrary, the village chief himself fell.

Although some people used non-lethal means, including pandas, more than one passer-by launched a deadly attack in a hurry.

So the village chief died, and his death was a bit tragic. It is estimated that he would have to find a tailor with a high level to piece him together. It may be necessary to carve some parts out of wood to make a whole body for him and send it for burial.

The death of the village chief shocked the villagers, and they all screamed in panic. The four young people also stayed for a while, and then one person bent down to pick up the sharp knife that fell on the ground, and they were about to continue the hellish ritual.

This is of course impossible. Panda and others had already rushed to the stage, and they grabbed the sharp knife in one fell swoop.

"What the **** are you doing!" Panda said angrily, "This is really a sacrifice of living people! Are you celebrating with the sacrifice of living people?"

"The ceremony must be completed!" the young man shouted, trying to get the sharp knife back from the panda's hand.

The panda heard his voice familiar, and took off his face towel. Sure enough, he was one of the two people who usually helped the village chief. This person is a student of the village chief, and he is probably a preparatory folklore scholar.

"What is 'the ritual must be completed'?" Panda asked in a deep voice, "What kind of ritual must be completed? This is killing people!"

"What's the harm if the ceremony is not completed?" asked Alfion who arrived after the panda.

The young man shook his head again and again, looked up at the sky, his face was as pale as a dead man.

"It's over! It's too late! The ceremony didn't finish! It's too late!"

His eyes were full of despair, and his body trembled like a cold and fever disease.

Panda frowned and looked at Alfion, wanting to get an answer from what might be the last official folklorist in the world.

Before Alphin could answer, the sky suddenly darkened.

Everyone looked up and saw that in the originally clear night sky, there was a huge dark cloud that completely covered the moon. More cold wind whistled, passing through the barrier guarding the village, whistling and dipping into the bone marrow.

At this moment, even the daring panda suddenly felt horrified.