The Rise of the Cemetery

Colka Village, a small village located deep in the Thunder Mountain Range.

There are many such simple and small villages in the entire Thunder Mountain Range. They belong to the kind of ultra-small villages that can clearly see the other side from one side of the village. The total population is less than 60 people.

Because there are many ferocious animals in the mountains, there are mostly hunters in the village. Years of hunting careers have sharpened their ability to deal with wild beasts, especially with bows, arrows and traps. And the most outstanding hunter and marksman Maiwen, who is famous for hundreds of miles around, lives in this village.

According to legend, this sharpshooter Maiwen used to be a member of the city guards in a nearby big city, and he was also a powerful confidant of the city lord. It was only because the successors of the old city lord died that there was too much trouble, so he temporarily returned to this place of origin to escape. Stormy.

Most mountain villages go to bed early.

It had just turned dark, and there were already rare lights in the small mountain village.

With a "squeak", the wooden door of a simple wooden house near the edge of the mountain village slammed softly, and a sturdy adult man came out of the house.

It's almost late autumn, and the weather has gradually turned severe, especially in the mountain villages at night. Ordinary people would still feel cold in a thick animal skin coat, but this adult strong man only had a thin layer of leather armor, but he could stand in the bitter cold wind without changing his face.

The wooden door was slightly open, and the faintly beating light of the bonfire was projected from the inside of the house. A half-sized man poked his head out from inside and questioned the grown man suspiciously.

"Uncle Maiwen, what's the matter? It's so cold outside, will there be wild animals entering the village?"

"There is something wrong with the movement outside!" The adult strong man was alone, listening to the movement of the distant mountains and forests, and replied without turning his head.

"Uncle set up quite a few traps outside the village. Wouldn't a few wild beasts come just in time for the tooth-beating sacrifice, and they can satisfy your hunger?"

Speaking of eating and drinking, half-children couldn't help but think of the delicious barbecue that was constantly rolling on the campfire and the creaking sound of fat falling on the fire, and couldn't help swallowing a big mouthful of saliva. At his age, it is time to eat, thirst and sleep.

"Go back! The forest is too quiet today, I want to go and have a look! Look at this posture, there may be some large beasts coming nearby, stay indoors and don't run around!"

The grown-up man Maiwen listened to him for a while, and finally made up his mind to go to the forest for inspection. For some reason, since he entered the darkness, his heart has been beating and he can't calm down. This appearance is the same as the hungry cheetah he encountered for the first time 13 years ago. The intuition of danger is always lingering in my heart, but I can't find the source of the danger. This feeling of being watched by someone is really uncomfortable.

With a special large hunting bow on his back and a large pot of handmade bows and arrows, Maiwen set off. But before leaving, he hesitated for a moment, and inserted a sharp long dagger brought back from the army into his belt.

The forest under the night is eerie.

Under the cold wind, the dry branches danced randomly, and under the reflection of the bright moon, they cast countless messy and ugly shadows.

After leaving the village, Maiwen walked slowly towards the mountains along a narrow path.

Along the way, he walked very slowly, squatting down from time to time to check some hidden grassy places on the side of the road. It is a place where large wild animals like to go, and it is also a place where animal traps and traps are laid.

The mountain forest not far away crouched there in darkness, like an ancient ferocious beast quietly waiting for its prey to come to its door. The sharp whistling brought by the cold wind passing through the forest tops was its deep roar.

Mai Wen took off the bow, put on the arrow, kept half-strength, and entered the mountain forest slowly and cautiously.

The dim woodland was still as silent as before, even the wind whistling in my ears just now gradually stopped, and a suffocating solemnity permeated the forest.

Only vaguely, Mai Wen could hear a familiar "da da" sound of horseshoes. This crisp sound of galloping horses has been with him for many years, it was so familiar and friendly, but at the moment it sounds extraordinarily creepy.

The clatter of horseshoes was getting closer.

Mai Wen immediately stretched his arms and drew his bow ready to go, his eyes quickly scanned the surrounding woodland.

How can this be?

This is a mid-mountain area with steep mountains, no horses can climb up at all, how can there be horses galloping in the dark and rugged woodland?

Galloping a horse in such an environment, any twig that grows across, or a horse stumbles can cause the rider to break his neck and break his spine on the cold and frozen soil. So even the best knights in the army dare not do this.

A few balls of emerald green flames suddenly emerged from the dark mist in the forest, floating in mid-air and rushing towards Maven, and the sudden and rapid sound of horseshoes became louder and louder.

When the huge black shadow approached, Maiwen, who had been in the army for many years, could see its whole picture clearly.

Is that a war horse?

Maiwen had never seen such a fierce and violent war horse. The pitch-black skin without variegation, the emerald green flames burning on the four hooves, the eyes, and the long tail, tall and mighty like a beast in charge. Even the knight on horseback was wearing a full set of pitch-black armor, and the reflection of the cold and blunt steel gave off a chill. But what makes Maiwen palpitate the most is not that the knight's royal horse is flying in the air, but that he has no head at all.

No, it's not that he doesn't have a head, he has a head, and... and this head is hanging on his waist. With the rapid gallop of the black war horse, the pale and decayed head like a dead man's eyes were wide open, staring coldly at the hunter who bent his bow and set his arrows.

The distance of more than 100 meters was fleeting, and when Mai Wen was stunned, the headless horseman had already rushed to him on the dark horse of the undead. "敪" sounded a metal sound, and the reflection of the dazzling and fierce long knife flashed in the forest.

If it is an ordinary Orion, it is estimated that the Headless Horseman has already taken the head by this moment.

The lonely mountain village in the middle of the night, the headless knight in the sky, such absurd and treacherous scenes are enough to deter most of the hunters in the mountains who have never seen the world. However, years of experience in the military have given Mai Wen a certain degree of immunity to all kinds of anecdotes and strange things, and he finally managed to react before Zhan Ma Dao approached him.

With a whistling sound, the sharp arrow on the bow finally came out, and it was nailed right in the middle of the headless horseman's pitch-black armor. After a moment of solidification, it immediately shattered into sawdust all over the sky. And Mai Wen, a lazy donkey, rolled around and escaped the slash of the saber by a small margin.

Da da da

The sound of horseshoes became more and more rapid, and the undead black horse stomped on the void like it was on flat ground, and passed over Mai Wen's head. Under the dragging force of the huge sword, a waist-thick forest tree behind the hunter snapped and fell down slowly with a loud creaking sound of friction.

The dark horse of the undead galloped in the sky, only drew a semi-circular arc and came back again. The black-armored knight on the horse was as cold as usual, only the knight's head hanging from his waist kept sneering.

"Little guy, you are very nice! How about it, can you consider being one of my attendants?"

The headless horseman reined in his horse, and his strong and majestic body stood in the deep darkness. Against the faint phosphorescence of the green fire, he looked more and more like a murderous demon crawling out of the Nine Nether Hell.

At this time, Mai Wen had already drawn his bow and arrow again, but the temptation just now made him understand that the weapon in his hand could not hurt the opponent at all. The bluff at this time is not so much to attack the enemy, but to embolden himself.

"Devil, go back to your evil place, don't try to seduce me! I will not be your accomplice!" Mai Wen's answer was as cold and sharp as his sharp arrow, but when he saw the headless horseman's eyes It didn't stop at him at all, but when it landed in a quiet mountain village not far away, his expression finally changed.

"Jie Jie Jie... I like your tough character, I can give you more time to think. But before, I have something else to do!"

The headless horseman was not seen urging the war horse, and the undead black horse had already raised its head to the sky with a long hiss, flipped its hooves, and swooped down towards the small mountain village in the void.

"Demon, come back, come back and fight me..."

Mai Wen couldn't help being terrified, and shot a sharp arrow at the headless horseman's waist with a whizzing sound, turned his hand and threw down the hunting bow, drew out his long dagger, and ran after him quickly.

The Headless Horseman turned around and flicked the wooden arrow, and then with a series of sinister sneers, surrounded by black mist, he rushed into the mountain village like a fierce god.

The previous "confrontation" between the two was so powerful that it had already alarmed this small village that was close at hand. A dozen disheveled hunters just got out of the wooden house when they looked up and saw the treacherous headless horseman galloping against the wind in the sky.

Just when they were still rubbing their eyes hard to make sure that the scene in front of them was true or false, the swift Headless Horseman had already passed them by with the clatter of hooves. Almost no one saw how the enemy attacked, blood splattered suddenly on the bodies of a dozen hunters, and their stumps flew around. But before their bodies fell to the ground, a sudden surge of black air enveloped them inside.

The sound of flesh and blood rotting was so ear-piercing, after an hour or three quarters, the black mist cleared away, leaving only a eroded, mutilated bone that was beyond recognition.

ah ah ah...

The screams of women and children sounded out one after another, and the whole mountain village fell into chaos.

A moment later, with the cold long dagger tightly in his hand, Mai Wen knelt powerlessly at the entrance of the village, looking at the desolate mountain village after being slaughtered by the headless horseman before him, tears finally rolled down.

In just five minutes, the small mountain village where he was born and raised became a dead place.

After slaughtering the villagers, the Headless Horseman set fire to their cabins with the torches that fell from their hands, and then walked away amidst screams.

Most of the wooden houses have been toppled down, and several ignited fires are raging everywhere, licking everything that can be ignited, turning the small mountain village into a sea of ​​flames!

However, at the spot where the Headless Horseman fell off the cliff hundreds of miles away, a team of strangely shaped white armored guards occupied the place, carefully searching for the traces left by the other party.

From the cleanliness of their armor and the vigorous and capable movements, it can be seen that this is a group of elite fighters who have undergone rigorous combat training. But here, they are just obedient handymen, and the ones who can really talk are the three wizards standing side by side on the top of the cliff.

Soon, the armor fragments and some broken unknown body tissues pulled out of the hard soil on the top of the cliff were sent to the three master wizards.

The three of them wore the same loose cloth robes in gray or white, and wide-brimmed pointed hats on their heads. Their tall and thin bodies exuded a cold and mysterious atmosphere. Although they belonged to different wizarding organizations, they were rarely extremely polite to each other. After gathering together, he picked up these residues with his sharp and slender nails, and began to take out some strange ointments and juices to test their properties.

After a while, the basic conclusion came out.

The strong negative energy aura belonging to the undead creature is not wrong at all, and the target is the intruder they are tracking. It's a pity that the other party obviously has some kind of anti-detection and anti-prophecy measures, which can prevent them from casting spells to further determine its location. Moreover, the opponent's way of leaving was also very unusual. Many burnt horseshoe marks were found at the scene, but the specific whereabouts of the enemy were still not found.

While they were discussing their next move in a low voice, a white-armored guard suddenly pointed to the distant sky and let out a low cry.

In the dark night, the cliff top they were on undoubtedly had a good line of sight. From a distance, they could see a faint red light flashing in the eastern sky. It seemed that the fire should be quite large.

On fire at this time?

The three wizards exchanged glances suspiciously, and after a little discussion, two of them took out broom-like objects, straddling them and flying swiftly into the distance. After the rest of the team cleaned up the scene, they followed it up under the leadership of another wizard.