The players were all slightly surprised to hear what Ans said.
Their first reaction was that this was a trap, but at most, their expressions were a little stiff, and they didn't do anything extreme.
After all, they wouldn't really die. Even if it was a trap, so what? They could always fight back after they were resurrected.
Seeing that the players were calm despite their weird expressions, Ans nodded in satisfaction.
He continued, "Although I'm a radical, I also think that they've crossed the line."
Hearing that the elf was going to tell a story, the players found chairs and sat down. However, there were only six chairs in the room, and Ans took one for himself. So, the other four players were sitting on the ground. One of them was Schuck, and Margret was sitting on his lap and yawning now and then.
Ans' eyes fell on Margret's forehead, where a pair of cute dragon horns were. His expression slightly changed, and he continued, "Half a year ago, people of Nature's Wrath annihilated a village of human beings at the border of Urganda. About two hundred people, including the old and the young, male and female, were killed. Not even the babies were spared, because one of the villagers sold female elves. "
All the players changed their expressions after he said that. All the players who were sitting on the ground stood up, including Schuck.
Including Schuck. Margret was directly bounced up by him, and the latter was greatly shocked.
But she didn't blame Schuck but glared at Ans. Schuck wouldn't have been shocked if Ans hadn't talked nonsense.
Sensing Margret's displeasure, Ans felt that his head was tight. Nobody would've felt comfortable being stared at by a dragon like that.
Betta asked indifferently, "Are you sure that it's true?"
"I don't have to lie about such things. I'm an elf myself after all," said Ans in pain. "The original purpose of Nature's Wrath was to punish the devils who destroyed nature, forests, rivers, or polluted the land with evil magic power. But now, the purpose of Nature's Wrath has become to slaughter human beings. They consider human beings to be heretics and cancerous tumors that destroy this world. "
Ans covered his face with his hands so that nobody could see his expression, but everybody could still hear the infinite loneliness and disappointment in his voice.
Everybody could basically understand how the elf felt.
The ideals he held high were shattered, and the organization he believed in ran counter to his original ideals.
If there was anything more terrifying than death, it was most likely what Ans was facing now.
After a moment of silence, Ans raised his face from his hands again. "Two months ago, another village was killed. Half a month ago, they slaughtered a town. More than three thousand people, none of them survived. They've already gone crazy and lost all rationality. Ten days ago, a brother in the organization questioned the legitimacy of what they're doing. As a result, he was brutally murdered by them. His body was directly buried by the lake and turned into a tree. "
Hearing this, everyone's expression turned ugly.
Roland couldn't help but ask, "Sorry, we're not suspecting you, but can you provide any evidence?"
Ans seemed to have guessed that someone would ask this question. He put a piece of white paper on the table. It was a map.
Then, he pointed at the three X's on the map. "These are the places where the organization massacred. You can go and see for yourself."
Everybody looked at each other. Finally, Betta said, "Please give us a few days to consider."
Ans nodded. "That's only natural."
They left the treehouse and walked to the edge of the forest. Roland built a stone building on the ground with magic stones, and everybody entered it.
Betta and a friend of Silver Wings took out tables, chairs, fruit wine, and … roasted meat at the same time.
Everybody ate slowly and nobody said anything. In the end, Roland was the one who opened his mouth. "How much of what Ans said do you think is true?"
"About five percent." Schuck put down the roasted meat in his hand and said slowly, "In any case, we have to investigate this matter carefully. I don't want to be someone else's pawn or tool."
At this moment, a Warrior of Silver Wings said, "Who cares if he's a tool or not? Let's just do the epic quest. After all, we're not killing civilians or human beings, but only elves."
Roland sighed. "Are you not afraid that this is a trap quest that will turn our alignment from neutral to evil?"
The Warrior immediately shut up.
Everybody frequented the forum. At this moment, some players on the forum had already mentioned that they had been tricked by a quest.
One of the players was a quest maniac who accepted every quest he saw. As a result, he was led by a cunning NPC to kill many innocent people.
He didn't realize it until his alignment changed from neutral to chaotic evil.
Also, he was now wanted by the game system … Several players had already received the quest to eliminate the evil Golden Son and kill him to level zero.
The quest EXP was also very high.
At this moment, this player couldn't delete his account even if he wanted to. After entering the Church of Life, it was impossible to trigger the system function to delete an account.
He could only be killed again and again by other quest maniacs.
Nobody wanted that to happen.
"Then let's split up and go to the location that Ans gave us," Schuck suggested. "Margret and I will go to the farthest place. You split into two groups and go to the other two places."
Hawk pondered for a moment and said, "I'm afraid that what we see is what the elf wants us to see."
Roland smiled and said, "But in any case, some traces will be left. It's always good to be cautious."
Everybody nodded, thinking that it was a good plan.
Then, they quickly filled their stomachs and set off in three groups.
Riding Margret, Schuck turned into a black spot in the sky at a high speed.
Betta raised his head and looked at him enviously. "It's so nice to be able to fly."
Roland said with a smile, "Can't you just learn a wind-class flight spell in the future?"
"The spells that Warlocks can awaken, except for the few dragon bloodline spells that are fixed, are all random." Betta heaved a sigh. "The odds of learning a wind-class flight spell are very low."
"Then you can learn how to make magic scrolls and the spell model of flight spells. You can fly with scrolls later," Roland suggested.
Although Roland couldn't make magic scrolls himself yet, he had read about it in the library of the Magic Tower.
Therefore, it was always good to read more books. The more knowledge he had, the better he could plan his future.
Betta nodded. "Let's do that."
Then, the four of them set off.
Apart from Betta, Roland's team consisted of the Warrior named Suel and the Priest who had lost his temper after the setback.
According to the map that Ans gave, it would take them at least two days to reach the village at the speed of a regular person.
But as professionals, they were much more physically strong than regular people. More importantly, they didn't need rest.
When they couldn't keep up with the journey, they ate while they walked. It took them only one day and one night to reach their destination.
At this moment, the sky had just brightened. More than twenty ragged cottages and several low red brick houses appeared before their eyes.
From afar, many birds could be seen jumping around on the roof of the dilapidated house, chirping and chirping.
The village was very quiet.
They came to the entrance of the village, only to find that the wooden fences that surrounded the village to resist the beasts had been broken.
Then, as far as they could see, bones in ragged clothes were lying on the dirt road in the village.
Some of the bones still had dried black meat stuck to them, and there were obvious bite marks on the bones from wild beasts.
There was no telling if it was an illusion, but there was a vague stench of decay in the air.
Subconsciously, Roland covered his nose and walked forward.
As they went deeper, they saw more and more bones. Some belonged to adults, and some belonged to children no taller than one meter.
Sol's expression turned ugly, and so did Beta's.
Roland and the Priest, on the other hand, seemed normal.
But it seemed!
The exposed bodies had been weathered by the wind, rain, and beasts. They couldn't have smelled at all.
The vague stench of decay was actually just an illusion.
Thinking it through, Roland let go of his hand that was covering his nose.
He stood in front of a dry well, looked around, and said, "Check the corpses around and see if you can find any clues."
The four of them dispersed and returned half an hour later. Almost all of them were carrying a white skull with a stick.
Betta said, "I didn't find any weapons, but I found that most of the bodies had a hole in their skulls."
He showed the skull on his stick.
The other three showed the skulls that they had picked up. The skulls that the four of them had holes in different places, but they all had similar holes that were about the width of an adult's thumb.
Roland held the skulls with the Hand of Magic. He observed them for a moment and said, "I didn't find any weapons in the places I explored, and all the skulls had a small hole in the shape of a vertebra, which means that they were indeed killed by sharp small weapons."
"Arrows!" Betta chimed in.
Suel frowned and said, "But I didn't see any arrows. They couldn't have taken all of them after shooting so many arrows, could they?"
"I've read in books that the elves are born with strong magic power. Their expert archers don't need arrows at all. They can directly form them with magic power …" Roland suddenly frowned. "Wait, what's this smell?"
Roland turned around and looked around. Finally, he leaned forward and looked into the well in front of him. Gradually, his expression became gloomy.
The blue Hand of Magic reached down and picked up a big bucket from the well.
The bucket was placed on the ground, and everybody gathered around it.
Inside the bucket was a body that was so rotten that it was about to melt. Although it was impossible to see the face, judging from the shape of the body, it should be a child only two or three years old.
The body was thin, scarred, and only skin and bones. Even though it was rotten, there wasn't much juice.
Although the smell in the air was getting stronger and stronger, nobody covered their noses.
Roland looked for a while and clenched his right fist, but his voice was very soft, as if he were afraid that he would wake the child up. "They were starved to death."
Suel and the Priest's eyes immediately turned red.
Betta turned around and kicked the tree next to him into halves, before he let out a heart-wrenching roar with a twisted face.
"F * ck!"
The startled birds around the village flew up in flocks.
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