Dill didn't have time to ponder the meaning of [Raven] before the sound of footsteps behind them caught up with them.
After all, this is the place where they grew up, and despite the magical intervention, there are still a few fish that missed the net to catch up.
Dill's back went cold, and without thinking, she immediately used the cabinet on her body to block it.
The moment the pitchfork touched the wooden cupboard, it was like an ice blade thrown into a fire; not even a trace was left, and the silver light that came out from the violent rubbing was like a fierce dagger, which tore through the night and illuminated the man's horrified face at the same time.
Dill only heard a miserable scream, and then the muffled sound of a heavy object being bounced off a tree, the force of which was so great that the falling tree rained down on her head like fine rain.
The fork on the ground is only a stick, with broken tines nailed to the ground to make a messy crash. Dill did not even feel a hint of vibration on the body.
The power of the gods shall not be infringed upon! Laurel declared boldly.
The magical girl's gourmet cupboard, excluding its name, was an actual manifestation of the power of the gods, and all attacks by mortal objects would be instantly nullified.
Although Dill had always disliked the elf's taste in names, at such a critical moment, she secretly vowed to kiss Laurel as hard as she could when it manifested itself during the next full moon.
Dill picked up the iron rod on the ground as a defense, only to hear an unusual clanging sound. The iron rod seemed to have hit something that was also metal.
She lifted up the iron rod to see, only to see a large, dead-looking trap on the top of the iron rod, containing iron teeth from the large mouth. Dill Luo showed a cruel smile.
The girl's heart went cold as she shook off the iron teeth and poked at the surrounding neighborhood as if she were shooting a bird.
Clang! The same sound again.
Dill's fingers holding the iron rod were slightly cold. She looked around at the dense grass; this forest was no longer a companion to cover her tracks, and the surrounding neighborhood was filled with enemy traps.
She thought she had survived the journey, but she didn't want them to drive her here on purpose.
Those human-faced lunatics actually hunted people as if they were wild deer and small rabbits.
Dill pawed the turf in front of her with her iron rod while walking as fast as she could maintain her foot speed. The footsteps of those people were slowly encircling her closer.
Kara, there was another strange sound, but it didn't sound like a trap being triggered. Dill picked it up with her crowbar; it was a rusty sword; the body of the sword was rusted bronze; it looked like dried blood in the dim light of day; underneath the brass hilt was made into the familiar shape of a gavel.
Sir Elder.
The first thing Dill felt was uncontrollable fear and anger, but not for herself, but for Sir Elder, Val, the countless travelers who had disappeared so strangely, and mother and daughter Cole.
If she hadn't come here, the fate of the orphans and widows would have been the same as those before them, dying of exhaustion and despair in the never-ending chase and teasing.
"Son of a bitch." The young girl gritted her teeth.
She opened her cloak and carefully released the great white goose.
"Turnip, fly out, and don't come to the ground."
The great white goose unfolded its wings plausibly, and its ankles were tied by the dill to a sterling silver letterbox, which anyone would resist the temptation to open, containing the note left behind by Mr. Cole. If he really couldn't get out of this forest himself, he could at least deliver incriminating evidence about this town.