Chapter 604 The flames burn to the point of evil

A place outside the law, as the name suggests: this village hidden in the woods is not governed by any law. Regardless of whether you are a wizard or a Muggle, as long as you come here, you must follow the rules here.

Savagery and violence are the eternal melody here. As long as you are strong enough, you can have everything here.

Killings happen almost every day. If you want to live here, you can't even be injured or sick. Your weakness will be your talisman. Even when sleeping at night, you should keep your eyes open, otherwise someone will secretly slit your throat and take away everything from you.

At this moment, vicious people surrounded her. They regarded Ada, who had strayed here by mistake, as a fresh and delicious fat sheep, a rare and precious property, and the best evidence to show their strength.

As the encirclement gradually narrowed, the guys with human faces and animal hearts also quickened their pace. The people in the front row actually started running, with their giant axes and sharp blades raised above their heads.

It seemed that he wanted to knock Ada unconscious or directly kill her. The prey has lost the ability to resist and can naturally do whatever it wants.

Evil people need to be punished by evil people. The evil people in the lawless land have chosen the wrong prey. Tonight is indeed suitable for hunting, but they are the prey.

Just as a group of people rushed toward Ada with roars, a man holding a giant ax suddenly paused, and then he slashed the people around him like crazy.

This man had dark skin and a strong body. His giant ax flew up and down, but no one could stop him. The man with the giant ax was not the only one who went crazy. There were also several people in the crowd who raised their axes at the people around them, slashing them mercilessly.

In just a moment, the people around him were lying down, and blood was pouring into the dark red earth. This land has long been soaked red with blood.

Even though there were a few lunatics wielding sharp blades, they still could not extinguish the beasts' enthusiasm for hunting. The sound of gunshots rang out everywhere, and the light of the curse also illuminated the night in the forest.

Not long after, the crazy men were beaten into a sieve. Before the villains could narrow the siege again, the fallen corpses stood up one after another, and pounced on them like zombies, biting and beating them crazily.

Ada ignored the chaotic crowd. She walked straight through and appeared in front of the wooden house in the center of the village. She picked the largest one among them, opened the door and walked in.

The room looked like a tavern, with more than a dozen people drinking and playing cards here. They were all well-dressed, which was in great contrast to the scantily clad people outside.

Even the female and male companions standing beside them are much better than the people outside.

The screams outside were shrill and harsh, accompanied by bursts of gunshots, and entered the house, but the people in the house turned a deaf ear and enjoyed themselves to the fullest. It wasn't until Ada pushed the door open that they put down their wine glasses.

"Welcome, welcome to the land of lawlessness!" said the man behind the counter, opening his arms as if to embrace every evil person who walked into the tavern.

He looked to be in his forties or fifties, neither tall nor short, slightly fat. He looked more like a cook than a desperado.

"According to the rules here, if you want to have a place in the tavern, you must have the ability to drive someone out." The man continued, "My suggestion is to kill him directly, and it will be over."

As soon as the words fell, a strong man in his thirties stood up and walked quickly towards Ada.

He was the last seat in the tavern, always sitting in the most miserable corner. According to the rules, he is the one who needs to be kicked out by the latecomers. In other words, either he dies or the one who comes after him dies.

"I have no intention of challenging anyone, no interest." Ada said coldly, "I'm just here to ask a few questions and I'll leave after I finish."

"I'm afraid not," said the fat cook behind the counter. "Everyone who comes to a lawless place must abide by the rules here, even if you are such a beautiful lady. Rules are rules."

At this time, the strong man had already pulled out the magic wand. He was also a dark wizard who had killed people and escaped here.

But before he had time to raise the wand, a green light hit him, and his eyes that had lost their luster were wide open and unyielding.

There was applause in the tavern, and the person applauding was the fat cook. He continued: "You have proven yourself. You can continue to challenge, or you can choose to ask the questions you want to ask."

Under the attention of everyone, Ada walked straight to the counter. She did not touch the glass of brandy specially prepared for her. Instead, she took out three photos and placed them on the counter.

"Have you ever seen these three people?" Ada asked. The three pictures were Quirrell, Foley, and Bertha Jorkins.

"No, beautiful lady." The fat man just glanced casually and said, "By the way, my name is Jim, but I prefer people to call me 'Mr.'. There are many Jims here, but there is only one 'Mr.' .”

Ada looked at the fat Mr. Jim and said, "My patience is limited."

Mr. Jim was not angry at Ada's rudeness, but at other people in the tavern.

It was a man with a sinister look and a hooked nose. He was also a wizard, but in addition to his wand, his weapon also had a pistol.

"How dare you be rude to sir!" the hook-nosed man shouted angrily, "I will kill you with my own hands, drain every drop of blood from your body, and chew all your bones to pieces!"

There was another green light, and the hook-nosed man who had drawn his pistol but had no time to aim was also dead.

His wand fell to the ground, but his pistol was taken away by the female attendant who served him. For weak Muggles, pistols are a good self-defense weapon.

"Now please tell me, have you ever seen these three people?" Ada said, pointing her fingers at the photos on the table, and every click was like poking at Mr. Jim's heart.

Mr. Jim held the photos in front of his eyes and stared at each photo carefully.

"Hmm... I remember it." Mr. Jim said slowly and leisurely, "I have met both of these men, and they are quite good, so I still remember them. Both of them asked me about the Black Forest, and both of them also He never came back, so he probably died there!"

"Where is the Black Forest?" Ada continued to ask, "Is it the dark forest outside?"

Mr. Jim put the photo back on the counter. His hands, which had been on the counter before, were now taken under the counter.

He said: "Yes, that's it. Legend has it that there is a secret treasure buried there. Many wizards have come here to look for it, but no one has ever come out alive. There are not only dangerous magical animals there, but also even more dangerous black wandering spirits. .”

The vast southern forest is the Black Forest, Voldemort's hiding place when he was a wandering soul. In addition, Quirrell and Foley also appeared here. Before changing his name to Tarzan Drizzt, Ada finally found it.

"It's very dangerous there. I usually try to persuade them, even for these two people." Jim said, "But it won't be necessary for you."

Just as Mr. Jim was talking to Ada, the people in the tavern had already vaguely surrounded her, scoring twice.

Ada's behavior tonight offended them, and these people wanted to teach her to abide by the rules here, such as how to respect sir.

Ada was naturally aware of these people's little moves, and she was extremely sensitive to the crises around her. She smiled and said: "Jim, do you know how to spell the word "rules"? If not, I can teach you!"

Before she finished speaking, Ada took the lead, pointing her wand at Jim, and green light shot out.

Jim, who was well prepared, sat down directly, narrowly avoiding the call of death.

Seeing Jim being attacked, other people in the tavern picked up their weapons and went straight to Ada, hitting her with seven or eight spells.

Ada disappeared in front of the counter in a flash, and the failed spell blew the counter to pieces. Jim, who had just stood up, could only fall down again.

Then there was a thud, followed by a dazzling white light, and another person fell down in the tavern. These villains who usually kill a lot of people are no match for Ada, even though they have a numerical advantage and have a variety of weapons.

In just a short while, everyone else in the tavern fell down, except Mr. Jim, who knelt on the ground dejectedly.

Ada walked up to him and said with a smile: "Rules? Wherever I go, I follow the rules!"

He raised his leg and hit Mr. Jim right in the heart with a kick. The fat man was kicked to the ground. Then Ada dragged him out of the tavern like a dead dog.

The half-finished Inferi created by Ada had long been eliminated by the evil people in the village, but the fighting and screaming did not stop, but intensified.

The attack of the half-finished Inferi caused many people to be injured and killed, resulting in a large amount of unowned property, dropped weapons, broken clothes, food, slaves, etc.

For these ownerless properties, the remaining villains began a more bloody fight, and more people died.

"Humans are also kind of beasts!" Ada sighed softly, her voice seemed particularly weak amidst the shouts of killing.

In the darkness, Ada raised her wand high like a torch, and saw bright, golden-red flames constantly jumping out from the tip of the yew wand, converging into a big bird with fluttering wings in the sky above her. .

The raging flames illuminated the village as bright as day, and the people who were fighting all stopped. They looked at the blazing flames in horror, and even those who escaped were forgotten.

"I hope this flame can cleanse us of our sins," Ada said.

As he spoke, the bright golden-red bird escaped from the shackles of the wand, and the village known as the Lawless Land suddenly fell into a sea of ​​roiling fire.