Chapter 189 The Wise Man in the Village

Although for most creatures in the material plane, the division of camp positions is not so strict: an old-fashioned gentleman who is conservative and orderly may also make unreasonable actions out of curiosity, and a murderous criminal may generously give a handful of gold coins to a beggar on the roadside.

Ron often tends to be kind, but this does not affect him picking up the Faber family's carving knife.

But camps do have power, especially for those creatures who have faith or are born out of faith. An angel will lose the protection of heaven because of his fall, and a succubus will suffer for trying to be a good person.

When the bloodthirsty and murderous Babu demons belonging to the chaotic camp suddenly become less "chaotic", their power will naturally no longer be at its peak - obviously, they are not as lucky and powerful as Zariel, who is enough to get the protection and shelter of another existence after abandoning the camp.

"Tell me the location of your village and the layout of the surrounding checkpoints." The villager who was trapped in the trap could not answer more questions from Ron and his team. After asking about the location of the village and the layout of the surrounding guards, they let this villager who lived and died in confusion rest in peace.

"It seems that we have to find the 'wise man' to get further answers," Constance said, "I hope he can be more talkative."

"Then you think too much, it's most likely a demon, how can it be easy to talk?" Ivy snorted, "The trouble is that we can't kill it, we have to keep it alive."

"Why? If we kill it directly, won't the illusion it set up be lifted?" Sera didn't understand, "We can just ask the villagers who have woken up."

"Take a step back, what do you think a group of ordinary people can know? They are no longer the generation that personally experienced the destruction of the kingdom," Sylvia said helplessly, "and that demon can lay such a huge net, it is definitely not a problem that can be solved by killing it."

"If the effect of expelling it back to the abyss is not lifted, what should we do next? Burn the whole village to the ground?"

The vampire didn't have much resistance to this, even she thought it was too extreme - and her benefactor Ron would not agree.

"Can you tell me how you came up with such a solution?!" Victoria looked at her speechlessly, "Most people wouldn't have such an idea!"

"That's nonsense," Driver said, "I thought so just now!"

Although Ron and others had learned the location and layout of the village from the corpse, the information obtained from the conversation of the dead was too fragmented. When they could already see the fire in the village, the sentinels on duty also discovered them at the same time.

"Demons are invading!"

Although they already knew that both demons and humans were abnormal here, this sentence shouted from a bloated coward still made Ron and others feel an indescribable malice.

The world has changed, even demons call humans demons!

The huge bronze bell on the sentry tower was struck vigorously, and soon, all the light and strong laborers in the village, together with several demons, rushed out, holding torches and scimitars and spears, and surrounded Ron and others in the center.

"My benefactor, I really have a hard time holding back my laughter. These babu demons holding torches clearly have the vision to see the darkness, but they themselves don't seem to realize this at all."

Sylvia approached Ron, but when she tried to lean on Ron's shoulder, the half-elf warrior took a step back without leaving a trace and pushed the vampire aside.

"Demons!" A middle-aged man in the lead held a wooden stick and glared at Ron and others with gritted teeth, "You destroyed our kingdom and trampled on our city, but you are still not satisfied. Do you want to kill all the descendants of the Kingdom of Falama!"

"Then come on! We will never surrender. Before the last drop of blood is shed, you will never be able to completely occupy Falama!"

He seemed to have a very high prestige in the village. After his impassioned speech, even the weakest cowards were encouraged.

"We are not demons, we are here to help you!" Constance tried to convince them, even though it was in vain. "On the contrary, the demon is among you. Can't you see the short guy next to you? He is a demon!"

"And the tall and thin guy with a spear!"

"Nonsense!" The man was furious. "Jerry and Paraven have been my friends for many years. We grew up together! How dare you talk nonsense like that?!"

"Everyone, let's go together and make sure to wipe out this small group of demons. Don't let any of them go!"

"Okay, that's great!" Sera sneered and took the Canglanzhi in her hand. "You keep whining. When I send them all down to the abyss, you will naturally know who is right and who is wrong - come on!"

"Let's kill this Balor Fire Demon together first!" A Babu Demon shouted and rushed over with several young and inexperienced human villagers.

Ron: ...If Sera is really a Balor Fire Demon, you won't even have ashes left now! How dare you? !

"Get ready," Ron raised his hand and threw a freezing ray, "If we don't defeat them, we may never see that 'wise man' again!"

Just when these humans and demons were bound to fight for their homes, a long sigh sounded from the depths of the village.

"George, stop, they are not enemies."

"What--" the middle-aged man was stunned, "How is it possible? They are demons--"

"That is their appearance. Only in this way can they pass through the outside world and come to us," the mysterious voice said without any ripples, "Remember those pilgrims? If they are not disguised, they will inevitably be regarded as prey and hunted by demons."

"Let them in, I think they have something to talk to me about."

"This..." The middle-aged man showed a struggling look. In his eyes, these foreign invaders looked uglier than each other, and they exuded an evil breath all over their bodies. How could this be a disguise?

However, the one who spoke was a wise man and elder who had survived the catastrophe. He had eaten more salt than he had seen wheat. He, his father, his grandfather, great-grandfather and even great-great-grandfather were all raised by the wise man, and his words were the supreme authority in the village.

He has protected us for hundreds of years. Will he harm us?

"Well, since the old man has spoken," George sighed, waved his hand and ordered "Jerry" and "Palaven" and others to step aside and make way for the village entrance, "Go in and meet him."

"But don't forget, I'll be watching you!"