Chapter 513 This is No Man's Land
A drop of crystal fell on Thor's face. He looked up and found that it was raining.
It was not yet noon and the sun was still high in the sky, but a thick cloud had floated overhead at some point.
Below, Claude’s story has come to an end.
"This incident became a nightmare that I will never forget. Later, I finally became a formal wizard, so I left the wizard and returned to my original village. In order to no longer be trapped in the nightmare, I reshaped all the dead villagers and brought them here through the dream bell."
Claude held up the shell wind chime in his hand. "This is a magic prop given to me by that wizard, who is also my current mentor. It can control the corpses of the villagers and pretend that they are still alive. But suddenly one day, the villagers here began to have independent consciousness. What's even more terrifying is..."
Claude looked at Thor, "They behaved exactly as I remembered. But their personalities have become extremely extreme. If they disagree with something, they will kill people."
"You don't know when the villagers are 'alive'?"
Claude shook his head. "I didn't investigate further because anything strange could happen in the Borderlands. But within two years, the situation changed again. Suddenly, a new rule was added to the village: the person who strikes first will be able to kill the person who strikes later."
"How did you discover this rule?" Thor asked.
Claude couldn't have the same golden pages that he had, allowing him to perform multiple virtual death drills, right? "Because I've been killed countless times in this village." Claude looked up, and the fracture on his neck was very obvious.
Herman: [Is he unkillable in this village? ]
An: [I think he just couldn't be killed by these weird villagers? Otherwise, why do you think he came out by himself? Wasn't he still being held back by the master's dark spirit blade? ]
Morton: [Looking at his appearance, he is just an ordinary first-level. If the master doesn't help him today... Humph, he won't live for many years. The master said it was an equal exchange, which was a bargain for him. It's almost the same as if he begged the master. ]
Thor listened to Claude's story while reading the discussion of the consciousness in the diary. "That is to say, although you are still alive, you have become a member of the rules of this village. You, like the other villagers, have been polluted."
Claude did not deny it.
Ever since he was killed and reborn by the villagers every time, he realized that he was actually not normal.
But he didn't dare to try, wondering if he could be resurrected if he was killed by others.
When Thor heard this, he felt confident.
He jumped down from the roof. "Although you and the villagers can be resurrected after death, the pollution generated and the energy consumed in the process cannot be replenished. So you set up the village here and kill passers-by at any time to replenish soul energy, right?"
Claude hesitated, but he felt the tiny blade inserted in the back of his head and did not act rashly for the time being.
"Actually... this village wasn't originally located here. Although there are more passers-by here, for me, too many people is not a good thing." Claude mentioned something, "Half a year ago, I suddenly received a letter. The writer told me that if I didn't want to be transformed into a monster, I should move here and wait for someone."
"Who are you waiting for?"
"It wasn't mentioned in the letter, but I now feel that it might be asking me to wait for you."
Saul suddenly had some bad memories, "Who wrote the letter?"
"Kismet."
Thor's mouth twitched, "Very good."
He walked up to Claude and said, "Now, I will help you recover first. As for the other villagers, it depends on whether you have any other valuable information to provide."
An hour later.
The small village became lively again.
The villagers seemed to have forgotten that a wizard was coming to select apprentices. They hadn't felt so relaxed in a long time and they all stood on the street happily to share their feelings at the moment.
Thor and Claude stood in front of the village chief's house, like two invisible men.
"Thank you." Claude thanked him sincerely.
Thor looked at the milky white shell wind chime in his hand. It was one of the prices Claude paid in exchange, the Dream Bell.
It is said that it can soothe spirits and weave a new memory for them.
"Although the pollution has made the villagers horrible, it has also given them the power to exist in the world. Now that most of the pollution has been cleared, these villagers won't be around for much longer."
In this small village, except Claude, no one else is alive, and the reason for their existence is also a mystery.
When Thor sucked away the pollution, the villagers regained their normal temperament, but their vitality was rapidly dissipating.
Maybe it can last another month? Or ten days? "I know. I discovered it when you first helped that girl absorb the pollution. But this is a relief for me and for them. Maybe after getting rid of this weird rule, they can rest in peace, and I can finally let go of the past."
"Well, I wish you good luck." Thor put away the wind chimes, turned around and left. Halfway through, he suddenly stopped and turned back to ask him, "I haven't asked yet, who is the wizard who accepted you as an apprentice?"
Claude was also a little dazed. He recalled carefully before saying, "My mentor is the third-level wizard, Dream Maker Clark."
Third level wizard?
Thor was a little surprised, "Are the rules of this village also made by your mentor?"
Could a third-level wizard be so powerful? "Impossible... I remember something. The reason why the rules here are so powerful is because they are recognized by this land. This is... no one's land!"
At this moment, the little girl ran over and pulled the corner of Claude's clothes, "Little Claude, Little Claude, I found a big tree hole."
Claude no longer looked back at Thor. He smiled, bent down, and let the girl lead him away.
Agu: [He still doesn't want to come out of this dream. ]
Morton: [I don't understand why he is so special that he could be favored by a third-level wizard.]
An: [Perhaps the third-level wizard has other purposes.]
Hermann: [……]
Thor was now about 500 meters away from the nameless village, and the brown dirt road under his feet suddenly turned into grass.
He looked back again, but had lost all trace of the village behind him.
Up ahead, Marsh was standing in front of the car, waving at him excitedly.
Seeing Thor coming back, Mash stammered, "Sir, you just suddenly disappeared, and then suddenly appeared again."
"That's the double effect of witchcraft and rules." Thor, who had just collected a lot of intelligence about the Borderlands, was in a good mood.
He jumped onto the carriage in two steps. Just as he was about to bend down to enter the carriage, his legs suddenly went weak and he fell in.
Marsh was holding the door, waiting for Thor to go in, but he saw him dive into the car.
Mash's eyes suddenly widened.
But the next second, he closed his mouth as he wanted to scream, slammed the door shut, sat back in the carriage expressionlessly, shook the reins, and drove off in another direction.
At the same time, the little girl who was squatting beside a big tree and talking to Claude suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" Claude asked her, bending over.
"The sound of water is gone." The little girl shook her head.
Claude didn't understand.
But the little girl didn't answer him and just shook her head.
Claude stood up and noticed that the others around him were also shaking their heads.
In other words, shake your head like you're shaking a bottle.
Claude frowned and thought for a moment before he shook his head like them.
“Clatter—crater—”
He said doubtfully, "The sound of water...is clearly there all the time?"
Thor: I'm not dizzy! (End of this chapter)
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