Chapter 210: In the Middle of the Village
Pokraras Village. Peka, a speeding runner, is fleeing a herd of white skeletons.
Peka is running hurriedly, his face slightly fearful. Sweat is evident on his body, and he turns to look behind him.
Peka is panting heavily, needing to be extra fast.
The herd of skeletons is chasing after him, numbering more than ten.
"There are more of them, even more than before."
But what should we do when we get there? The only weapons we have are the wan horn and the orb of fortune.
The wan horn should be good for fighting, but the orb is something we have to think hard about."
Peka runs, grabbing the wan horn, which looks like a spiral, and holding it in his right hand.
It's not very large, completely black. "At least use it to stab."
Peka runs straight ahead, showing no signs of stopping. Along the way to the stable,
there are numerous human corpses lying there, their blood dried and stained. But there was still a hint of freshness.
Pega looked at the human corpse, its mouth open, its bony hand stuck to its stomach.
"Why did this happen? What exactly is this village trying to do?"
Time began to pass, the sound of explosions outside the village of Pokraras continued to echo. Boom!
Outside the village, a Lanna sect member thrust his sword into a white skull. Whoosh! Whoosh!
The man was breathing heavily, standing amidst the white skeletons.
There were so many of them, it was impossible to count them.
The bones lay dead, their bodies torn apart.
Sweat dripped from his face, the sound of running approaching becoming the sound of footsteps.
Thud, thud, thud, thud.
The panting face turned to the direction of the sound.
His expression was sad, tears streaming down his face. Fortunately, he was a man, so strong.
White skeletons with red eyes were running towards them, their numbers growing larger.
The man fighting on the side said, "Awesome, isn't it? What do the enemies want from this place?"
The sword, stained with sweat, pointed ahead. "Tch, aren't they all gone yet?
What's going on? There must be someone behind this situation."
"I think so too. But with the sheer number of enemies, we'll have to go along with it. Now, Elders of the Lanna Sect, find the source.
So, our job is to prevent these enemies from leaving this place."
"I know. The others are still trying, but this won't end."
The man grumbled as he ran straight into the horde of skeletons. Boom! ... Holding the red orb in his hand, he walked unhurriedly.
Seraph was exhausted from running at such high speed, he hadn't had a chance to rest.
[Now, we need to find someone to help. Someone who looks strong. I'm so tired I can't run anymore.]
The red orb's voice rang out. "Seraph, aren't you in a hurry? Hurry up and run!"
Seraph looked ahead. The skeletons showed no interest in Seraph and flitted around.
[Awesome! This guy has mastered these monsters.
Awesome!]
"Take it easy. Rushing will ruin a big job.
I have a plan."
"What's your plan? Not rushing to the Perseus family? If you're not rushing, does that mean you're stalling for time?"
Seraph looked at the ruined houses and the dead bodies lying there. The wind blew against Seraph's face.
"I'm thinking about how to find a way inside the Perseus family compound."
"Are you kidding me?"
"No, I'm thinking that if I show up in that place, they'll definitely be suspicious.
So I'm thinking about what method I should use."
"So, what's going on? I see you walking around looking so relaxed, not at all distressed. I can't stand it anymore, man!"
"I've got a plan. I suggest sending all of you white people to the center of Pokralas Village."
The Red Crystal shouted. "What do you mean...?! I'm telling you, force the bones to head to the center of Pokralas Village!?"
"That's right. I'll use this opportunity to sneak in and steal the Bone Hand."
"Do you want to die or what? Use all your strength." Head to the center of Pokraras Village!
"No, sir. What should be your priority?
What does our great master want first? You are the judge.
I'm just making a suggestion. If you don't agree with this plan,
I'll find another way."
The Red Crystal said angrily. "You, you...!
If I force all the white bones to the center of Pokraras Village,
how will you make up for it?"
"Of course, sir. I'll pretend to hide inside the old, destroyed house. When the idiots of the Lanna Sect
see the herd of bones heading in the same direction, ignoring humans, that's my excuse."
The Red Crystal spoke with a firm voice, "If you make a mistake, you're dead. Alright then."
Seraph bowed his head and thanked Li Wen, who was talking to Seraph remotely.
"Thank you for trusting me. I won't let you down."
Seraph smiled to himself. [As vicious as I thought. When we met, was this guy interested in the bone hand? Or was it your hand? Never mind.
Let's just say that's important. This way, I can escape safely.
He went into the Lanna sect, using the excuse that the peka girl, Pegasus, had taken refuge inside.
Since when did I become so smart? Was this guy boiled to smithereens?]
Seraph took pride in deceiving Li Wen.
At a certain location, at the stables,
White horses were all dead, lying on the ground.
Along with the skeletal corpses.
The peka, who had reached his destination, ran inside. "I've arrived." Wait, Torem!
Pega ran forward, his face serious. He ran up to the face, his face serious, and he was panting.
Fu... fu... fu...
Pega saw the horse, Torem, lying on the ground.
His body was covered in wounds, surrounded by dead skeletons, all over the grass.
There were horse corpses, their mouths open, dead, and some had been pierced by bony hands.
The horse lay amidst the pile of corpses, its red eyes staring at Peega.
People approached the horse. The horse was covered in wounds and bruises from being punched.
A blue chain was tying its nose.
The horse was still lying on the ground, blood pouring from its body.
Pega remained still for a moment, his body unable to move.
Tears filled Peega's eyes.
Soon, Peega's tears flowed uncontrollably.
The beautiful face cried out. Like a child who has lost something important.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I should have realized this sooner. I'm sorry...
It's my fault for leaving you all alone..."
Pega's tears fell, falling to the ground. Thud, thud.
"I'm sorry I'm late. I was wrong. I'm sorry. I'm sorry..."
Pega dropped to both knees, tears still streaming down his face.
"I'm sorry. I'll pay for what you've done..."
Pega bowed his head and apologized to the horse, who lay on the grass.
"It's my fault for forgetting your promise...!"
Pega cried violently.
The sight he saw was a human child kneeling and prostrating himself to the horse.