At this time, anyone who doesn't say a few words seems to be out of tune.
Now the situation is unknown, and their strength is not strong. It is the time when they need to unite, so naturally they dare not be excluded by this small group, so you say something, and I say something. Gradually, the condemnation turned into insults, and the refugees began to vent their inner depression wantonly. Emotions.
"It's people like you who harm the village!"
"So many people have died in the village, why don't you die!"
"It must be the monster you attracted. Otherwise, so many people died in the village, why didn't you die?"
"The son she carried must have been dead a long time ago. She has been using that dead man to lure the monster over!"
"Maybe her so-called son is actually a monster!"
If he wasn't too hungry, someone might have taken action.
Aunt Sam had never seen such a scene before. Her eyes were swollen red, and she was so frightened by the evil words that she backed away. She was helpless and defended: "No...no...not me!"
"My son is not a monster. He just died in the morning. He didn't eat anything for three days. He just died of starvation today. I felt it when he starved to death."
"He kept telling me that he was hungry, saying that he was hungry, saying... woo woo... talking... just... just... woo woo..."
Asking a mother to describe the specific process of the death of her biological son, the level of cruelty and pain is almost the same as repeated suicide.
It's a pity that people's joys and sorrows are not the same.
When Aunt Sam revealed her true feelings, others only felt noisy, felt that she was being miserable, and felt that she was taking advantage of their sympathy.
"Shut up, you damn witch!"
"You witch must be trying to kill us all!"
Little Harry looked at the people around him in confusion. His previous actions were just a momentary inspiration, but he never thought that a small word could have such a big impact, and even cause such big trouble to his rare relatives.
At this moment, a gentle voice came: "Excuse me, may I ask...where is your village?"
The onlookers were divided on both sides, and a handsome young man walked in the opposite direction.
He has a head of hearty blond hair, healthy tawny skin, wearing simple, well-fitting leather armor, and a pair of metal boots covered with strange patterns.
The old man among the villagers glanced at the big sword on the young man's back, then hunched over and secretly looked at the footprints left by the young man. A trace of panic flashed on his face, and he stepped forward with a flattering smile: "Sir, what are you doing? What's your name? Do you have anything to do with our village?"
"Well, my name is Yue, and I am a demon hunter. I just heard you say that there are monsters here?" The smile on the corner of the boy's mouth was as gentle as his name.
This is actually Yarrow.
Yue is just a pseudonym he gave.
"Witcher?!"
The expressions of the people around him changed drastically, a hint of disgust flashed in their eyes, but their attitudes became inexplicably frightened.
"Yes, it's the Demon Hunter." Yaro stood with his hands crossed, his posture leisurely and relaxed.
"Haha, this is not a good joke..." Looking at Yaluo's calm eyes, the old villager's voice became smaller and smaller. After a few dry coughs, he rubbed his hands uneasily, grinned his black teeth, and licked Face smiled and said, "You...are you joking?"
The old villager looked around, as if looking for courage, and seemed to be explaining to the left and right: "I have seen demon hunters many times, and those demon hunters look particularly scary. Mr. Yue is so strong and handsome, he must not be a hunter." Demons and monsters.”
The strange appearance and weird temper of the demon hunters, coupled with the persistent slander by some people, have made this group's reputation very bad among the people.
"By the way, Lord Yue, you mean...you are here to hunt monsters, right?"
'Demon hunter' is a compound word, and its pronunciation is slightly similar to the sentence 'a person who hunts monsters'.
After the old villager finished speaking, the people around him took a closer look at Yaluo's appearance and nodded in unison.
The appearance of a witcher is very recognizable, and most refugees know it.
Just like the old villager said. Judging from Yaro's appearance, he is just a handsome 'ordinary man', and has nothing to do with being a witcher.
Yaro naturally knew this, after all, he had witnessed the strange appearance of the demon hunter with his own eyes.
Without further explanation, he casually snapped his fingers, and a weak ball of light appeared out of thin air.
"I am a witcher. By the way, you seemed to have mentioned a witch just now? I am also a wizard. Maybe - you can call me a wizard?"
Yaro chuckled lightly, glanced at the excluded women, then turned to look at the stunned people, and said with a faint smile: "By the way... where is the monster you mentioned? Why didn't I see it? "
Women are just monsters that they frame up.
And Yaro... in everyone's eyes, he is really a monster!
The expression of the old villager suddenly changed, and he fell to his knees with a plop. Without any pause, he immediately started wailing: "Master Demon Hunter, you are finally back! We have waited so hard for you!"
The stunned refugees finally came to their senses and immediately agreed.
"Yes, you must save us!"
"There are monsters chasing us right behind us! And our village is full of monsters now!"
"Lord Demon Hunter, we are finally waiting for you!"
Thump, thump—!
In just a moment, a large area had already fallen to their knees.
Little Harry stared blankly at this face-changing drama. A moment of inspiration was not enough for him to understand the situation at this time.
"Your village is full of monsters? Who is willing to take me there?" Yaro pretended to be surprised and looked around, as if he was going to choose people.
The refugees who had been shouting just now suddenly fell silent and lowered their heads one by one, fearing that Yaro would notice them.
There is a huge mountain of prejudice in people's minds. They have long believed that demon hunters are monsters, so how dare they "step into the mouth of a tiger".
Yaro pretended to hesitate and looked at the leading old villager: "You..."
"No, no, sir, I'm... old and have bad legs and feet. I'm afraid... I can't help you."
Yaro looked at the young man next to him again.
The young man shook his head with a pale face, "I...I can't leave, yes...I still have to stay here."
Yaro looked at each one and saw that these villagers could always come up with various reasons.
Little Harry looked at the majestic Yaro, and an inexplicable impulse surged in his heart, and he blurted out: "Me! Lord Yue! I will take you there!"
"You?" Yaro looked at little Harry indifferently for a few times, and also noticed his dull eyes. He paused for a few seconds and suddenly sneered, "Where did you come from, little brat, get out of here."
The old villager became energetic and quickly spoke to the child: "Mr. Yue, little Harry can do it! He has been smart since he was a child, and he must remember the way he went!"
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