The night was quiet. In the village under the White River Valley, most people seemed to have fallen asleep.
The man in the robe walked on the dirt path in the village with a smile on his face.
He could hear the peaceful breathing and heartbeats of the people in the house. These ignorant people probably didn't know what was going to happen tonight.
He looked at the castle in the distance. That guy named Ma Wen was really bold.
"It has always been the Twin Serpents Sect robbing others. This fellow actually snatched my things away. "
"A little baron, do you really think the Wizard Alliance will protect you?"
"But I still have to see. If it's suitable, it's not bad to develop into a follower. That useless King Cobra can't even guard an underground granary. I have to do it myself. "
Thinking of this, a trace of killing intent flashed in the Patriarch's eyes.
The urgent task was to find the eleven golden bulls.
What Ma Wen didn't know was that the eleven golden bulls not only hid a large amount of food, but also a very big secret of the Twin Serpents Sect.
It was the secret of how the Twin Serpents Destroyer broke free from the Virtual Spirits World.
So he had to take back the eleven golden bulls.
As for the White River Valley.
Whether he killed them all or bewitched them all into his followers, it depended on his mood.
Maybe it also depended on whether Baron Ma Wen knew how to adapt to circumstances.
Thinking of this, the Crimson Patriarch Augene suddenly stopped in his tracks.
…
"Knock knock knock!"
There was a knock on the door of a farmhouse.
There was a murmur in the room, followed by an impatient inquiry.
Orkin said calmly, "I'm a lost traveler, I need your help. I'm really sorry to disturb your rest."
It seemed that the owner of the house heard this sentence and hurriedly put on his clothes. After a while, the wooden door was opened with a creak.
A frighteningly pale man walked out. He was wearing coarse clothes and his eyes were dull as if he had not woken up yet.
"Are you looking for a place to sleep? There is a windmill in front, the back door is not locked, it should be safe there. If you want to ask for directions, I'm sorry, I have never been out of the White River Valley in my life. Maybe you should sleep and go to the castle tomorrow morning. "
The man said.
Orkin smiled, "No, I'm here to ask about the 11 golden bulls your lord brought back."
In the next second, his eyes emitted a faint red glow.
Mind Control!
The Crimson Patriarch was confident. For an ordinary person, he had not reached the point where he needed to use the Legendary Mind Manipulation.
Unexpectedly, the man did not react at all. Instead, he pointed at the Scarlet Patriarch's eyes and said, "Your eyes are a little red. Are you very tired? Go and rest. Eh? You just mentioned Taurus? How do you know? Our Sir Lord is indeed very powerful, but you must have heard the wrong rumors. He brought back more than 11 taurus! "
"Twenty-one in total! Really, I counted them myself. "
The man said mysteriously.
He looked a little silly. He didn't seem to be faking it.
The Scarlet Patriarch was stunned.
"How is this possible … My mind control actually failed …"
Bang!
Before he could react, the man closed the door and yawned. "Go to the windmill and take a nap. I'm really sleepy."
…
Orkin frowned as he stood outside the farmhouse.
He instinctively felt that something was wrong.
"There were obviously 11. How did it become 21 golden bulls?"
"This man is actually not controlled by my mind control. How is this possible?"
Was there a problem with this village?
The Scarlet Patriarch had always been suspicious.
In the next second, he immediately closed his eyes. In an instant, the entire village was covered in his mind!
[Divine Art – Spiritual World]!
The faint yellow spots were the people who were sleeping.
Their lives and breathing were very normal.
There was nothing wrong with this village.
The Scarlet Patriarch opened his eyes, still somewhat puzzled. But he soon got an explanation.
In a small place like the White River Valley, they were all a group of country bumpkins. They had no desires and just lived a very simple life.
They worked at sunrise and rested at sunset.
Such a way of life allowed them to have very few impurities in their hearts. This meant that their folk customs were relatively simple.
The key to mind control was to stimulate the desire in the depths of the target's heart and then distort it so that it could be used for one's own purposes.
The man just now looked like he had no great ambitions. It was understandable that he had not been controlled by the mind control immediately.
"It's just a rural place. What can threaten me?"
"I'm still too suspicious."
Orkin adjusted his mood and continued forward.
…
He took a few steps forward again. This time, he stopped in front of a house that was slightly more exquisitely built.
Dong, dong, dong! Dong, dong, dong!
"Hello, I'm a lost traveler. I'm here to ask for your help." Orkin's lines were still the same.
But what surprised him was that it was a little girl who opened the door this time.
Like the man just now, her face was very pale.
"Are the people of the White River Valley all so white? They look like ghosts … "
Orkin could not help but mutter in his heart.
He had seen countless dead people. From an ordinary shaman of the Twin Serpents School, he had climbed step by step to become a Crimson Patriarch. His hands flowed with endless rivers of blood. He had personally peeled off more than a thousand human skins, and tens of thousands of people had died because of him. He was very sensitive to the aura of death.
If this girl was an undead, he would definitely be able to tell at a glance.
But she was not.
The girl looked at Orkin with a curious gaze: "Are you lost? Uncle? "
Orkin revealed a smile that he thought was kind: "Yes, a thief stole my eleven taurus. Can you help me get them back?"
Mind control!
He activated it again.
Who knew that as soon as he finished speaking, the little girl would show hostility and angrily say: "Lord is not a thief!"
"You are so disagreeable. The Taurus he brought back allowed everyone to eat bread. He's not a thief. "
"You bastard, I don't want to see you."
Bang!
The door closed.
Orkin was stunned once more.
Damn it …
How could his mind control fail twice!?
This must be an illusion!
This must be an illusion!
He suddenly raised his head and looked at the simple village.
At this moment, he suddenly felt that this village was a bit eerie and terrifying.
His instincts were never wrong. At this time, he should run!
But his rationality told him that there was still a chance that the mind control would fail. The little girl did not look at his eyes at all. Instead, she began to close the door the moment he spoke, so it was normal that the mind control did not fail.
And it was such a small village.
Such a small castle.
The lord who was said to be somewhat powerful but was only a Grade 2 Ranger.
There was no way a Legend like him would retreat, right?
"It must be because Constantine has been chasing me so hard recently that I feel a bit guilty everywhere I go."
"Damn it, when I find my golden bulls, I will definitely turn everyone in this village into my slaves!"
Orkin's face revealed a sinister expression.
… …
Knock knock knock! Knock knock knock!
He knocked on the door of the third farmhouse.
This time, it was a middle-aged man who opened the door. He was thin and looked like an old bachelor.
His face was also pale.
This time, Orkin did not say anything and directly cast a mind control spell!
The latter's figure paused. He was finally hit!
His eyes glowed with a faint red light.
"I finally succeeded …"
The Crimson Patriarch's face was covered in tears. After the mind control spell failed twice in a row, he thought that his divine spell had been retracted by the Twin Serpents Destroyer.
"Tell me everything you know about the White River Valley, about that castle, about Lord Ma Wen and the eleven golden bulls he brought back!"
Orkin said in an unquestionable tone.
The man nodded honestly. "Ah, our White River Valley actually doesn't have a very long history. I am a second-generation resident and originally made a living in the south of River Beach, but as you know, the world is difficult … "
"Stop!" Orkin could not help but feel a headache coming on.
This time, the mind control spell actually controlled a chatterbox …
If he was allowed to continue like this, he might not be able to come up with a result by dawn!
"Tell me, where is the golden bull?" He asked directly.
The man immediately said in a low voice, "Everyone thinks that the golden bulls are hidden in the castle by the Lord, but that's not the case.
Last night, I saw with my own eyes that he secretly dug a large hole in the river and hid the golden bulls in it! "
"I saw it with my own eyes, no one knows about these things."
The Patriarch frowned.
Buried by the river? Was the Lord's brain damaged?
However, he looked at the man in front of him. His eyes were red, and it was obvious that he had fallen for his mind control spell. He wanted to read the man's mind directly, but it was a four-circle divine spell, and he only prepared one. Tonight, he left it for Baron Ma Wen.
His intuition told him that this fellow who could steal the golden bulls must have some unspeakable secrets.
…
The two came to the bank of the White River and came to a strange-looking tree.
The middle-aged man held a shovel in his hand. Orkin said, "Dig."
Then, he began to dig frantically.
The sand on the river bank was very soft, and it was dug in an instant.
His movements were very fierce, and he did not know how to control himself at all. Large amounts of sand flew into the air, and some directly flew onto Orkin's face and clothes!
"Motherf * cker! Idiot! "
Orkin stomped his feet in anger. He had never felt so aggrieved before!
However, he also knew that people who were controlled by the mind control spell were mentally unstable.
He could only admit that he was unlucky and retreat, watching as the man dug bit by bit.
…
As time passed, the hole on the river bank became bigger and bigger, but there was still no sign of the golden bulls.
The middle-aged man panted and muttered, "It must be here, it must be here, I saw it with my own eyes."
Orkin was already impatient!
He felt that something was wrong tonight!
He took a deep breath, rushed forward, and grabbed the man's collar!
"What are you?"
The man suddenly chuckled. "Guess what I am?"
Under the moonlight, his face became even paler, and his body slowly changed.
His facial features melted, and he finally turned into a paper man!
…
"This is the highest level of origami."
In the castle, Ma Wen looked at the crystal ball and could not help but exclaim.
…
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