Chapter 460: Bonnie Village

Grek nervously wrapped the reins around his prosthetic hand, then raised his prosthetic leg, trembling, stuck it on the stirrup of the warhorse, leaned forward, rubbed against the horse, and tried to pull himself up with his hands shaking.

The previous attack by the Burning Golem had the largest area and was the most difficult to move, which was the carriage that Wuming was riding. It was immediately torn into pieces. Colin and Grek, who were riding in the carriage before, had to give up the carriage and ride horses instead.

But after all, with incomplete limbs, Grek had a hard time getting on a horse.

Lance Shanks couldn't bear it anymore, so he picked up Grek, put him in front of him, grabbed the reins with both hands, and locked him in front of his arms.

Greg looked at people in similar positions—Laya in Tanis’s arms, Fia in Roger’s arms, and the corrupt followers in Moore’s arms…

“Moore, can you please stop holding that bug all the time?” Leida looked at the horse under Moore’s buttocks, “It’s overweight.”

“It’s injured, I want to treat it…” Moore stammered.

Leida sighed: "Give me your luggage and shield."

...

Looking at these people, Greg's old face turned red:

"I am a grown man, it is not good for me to sit in a woman's arms..."

"What woman, call her aunt." Lance Sanx laughed, "Why do you call that Shuangyue so intimately, but not me? And you don't have to mind - I'm not a woman, I'm a dragon."

Greg still wanted to save his face, muttering something: "Well, as a descendant of the dragon, you can understand my situation-"

"What descendant." Lance Sanx interrupted him unceremoniously, "I am an ancient dragon, not a descendant of a dragon, I am a flying dragon."

"Oh..." Greg's voice became smaller and smaller.

Laya heard what Lance Shanks said and asked curiously:

"Sister, are ancient dragons more powerful than flying dragons?"

"Of course!" Lance Shanks raised his head proudly, then glanced at a spike-shaped mountain in the east, and emphasized in a low voice, "Of course..."

Grek couldn't raise his head a little bit, and he put his last hope on Colin, which was his last face.

Grek was shocked to see Colin riding a horse alone: ​​"Why did you get on a horse? Are you suitable for riding a horse?"

But Colin was confident:

"As long as I have faith in my heart, the blessing will guide me in the direction."

Colin let the horse run freely, and the galloping horse actually ran along the road without deviation.

Grek was completely silent, and he just wished that Lance Shanks' arms couldn't be wider, completely covering his figure so that others couldn't see him.

Soon, everyone took the fork in the road and went around the east of Shadow City.

A village appeared in everyone's eyes.

And then, there was a stench coming from the wind.

"What's that smell?" Lance Sanx covered his nose with one hand, leaving half of the sky for Greg to smell the stench.

"It seems to smell like the kitchen..." Greg said subconsciously.

"Ah?" Lance Sanx looked at Greg, saying nothing, his eyes full of pity.

"It's the smell of the Volcano Mansion." Laya also said.

"It's that place." Patch suddenly realized and laughed, "There will be something interesting next."

"Where?" Roger was curious.

"Boni Village." Leida answered him.

Before Roger asked further, the appearance of Bonnie Village had appeared in front of everyone.

Pots, big pots everywhere, big and small pots sitting on the ground, also hanging in the air, without exception, all pots exuded an amazing stench.

"The place where the horns make pots." Leida said sadly, with pity and sadness.

A larger-scale living pot than Wuming saw in the sighing prison appeared in front of him.

Many horn people were lying on the lid of the big pot, chanting and calling out something.

"What are they doing?" Roger asked.

"Some are praying." Patch sneered, "Praying that the people in the pot can become good people. Some are probably judging whether the contents are mature."

Roger said: "I thought the pots were very kind."

"After all, those who are not kind cannot be born." Patch said, "As for how the pot is made, I suggest you don't understand."

Patch glanced at Greg:

"If you want to know, you can ask Greg."

Greg's face was pale, his head shrunk, and he huddled tightly in Lance Shanks's arms, without saying a word.

Before everyone looked at Greg, there were already several people, naked, holding big knives, and only wearing this caterpillar mask on their heads, rushing towards everyone.

"Hey, is that Anastasia?" Lance Sanx narrowed his eyes. "When did she come? And there are so many Anastasia."

"Don't judge people by their weapons." Patch said, "Their knives are just used for the same purpose - they are all used to dismember the human body. But these people are making pots, and she is using it to cook."

"They are coming with bad intentions." Roger drew his rapier as he looked at the pot-keeping master who was running over aggressively.

"You are the one coming." Patch said, "Okay, let's make a quick decision. I don't want to waste time talking to them."

The battle was over in almost no time. The pot-keeping master and other craftsmen had basically no power to fight back in front of professional killers like Ampaheleda.

Moore showed his teammates the way:

"Go to the bridge over there."

The crowd rode through the village on horseback. The scene and atmosphere in the village were shocking.

After crossing the bridge, they were still within the confines of Poni Village. In a hut, everyone saw a horned man holding a whip, beating a woman who was no longer human.

The whip in the horned man's hand was covered with jagged and ugly teeth, colorful and stained with all kinds of venom and bacteria. The whip struck the non-human-shaped woman, forming fresh wounds on her body. The woman's vitality was extremely amazing. The wounds recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, the wounds fester and fester under the infection of germs, shrinking and swollen and festering. , there seemed to be liquid boiling on the originally delicate skin.

While beating the woman, the horned man picked up the broken corpse at hand and threw it at the woman. When the broken meat came into contact with the woman's wound, it no longer fell, but combined with the rapidly healing wound, and the woman's skin became more healed. Hair deformity.

After being fused with a piece of flesh and blood, the Horned Man took out another whip and drove her into the mouth of a large pot, like herding a sheep:

"Okay, be obedient and get into the pot. Go and become a kind and good person. After all, you witches were born for this purpose."

The woman's sobs had become silent, and she got into the big pot due to the conditioned reflex of pain.

The corner man pushed up a pot lid and prepared to seal the big pot.

Just as he lifted the lid, someone seemed to push him on the other side of the lid. The man lost his balance and the lid fell on his back, knocking him into the ground and making him unable to struggle out.

The lid of the pot fell down, revealing Roger's figure. He clapped his hands and looked at his companions:

"I'm sorry, I can't stand it anymore."

"Normally, this is a punishment, and the horned man himself is afraid of it." Patch said, "Although he is not that afraid."

Feiya had also dismounted and hugged the woman huddled in the pot, the warmth in her body continued to pass through.

Fiya said to Roger: "Roger, please sit on a horse with Colin. I will take her and treat her."

"No need to bother." Patch said, "Witches have very strong vitality. As long as the poison is eliminated, they will recover naturally. So, Colin, it's time for you to show off."

Colin stepped forward and began to cure the poison on the woman.

Leda also stepped forward to help. Wherever the golden needle passed, the toxin disappeared immediately.

With joint efforts, the woman's injuries quickly disappeared.

The body parts that had been spliced ​​together were already glued together, and even had vitality, slowly squirming.

"Such a surging vitality." Roger was surprised, "Wizard, what on earth is this?"

"Oh, they are Malika's same race." Patch said.

Everyone gasped.

"Is the Horned Man so brave?" said Roger.

Patch smiled: "The sorcerer in the eyes of the horned man back then was probably the same as the evil omen hybrid in the eyes of the golden tree now. It's just that things have changed."

"This...are we going to take her away?" Roger hesitated.

They wanted to sneak into Shadow City, and it was not convenient to move with them carrying a burden. But if you just leave it here, it's no different than being hopeless.

"You can take it with you if you want." Patch didn't care. "Anyway, if it gets in the way, you can throw it out as bait."

"Ah, so cruel, so inhumane." Lance Sanks pointed at Patch.

"Isn't this inhumane?" Patch snorted, "It's good not to use it as a food reserve. You are really used to being pampered in the border area. This is the land of shadows. If you don't get used to it, don't treat it. Who will take care of you. "

"How cruel, Shadow Land." Lance Sanks pouted and glanced at the Spike Mountain in the distance.