Chapter 563 564. Wheel Punishment
The news about the young man made Lan En's journey even more urgent.
In his words, Nilfgaard's invasion was obviously not like a standard medieval Western war.
Not caring about the population, even the cultivated land can be destroyed wantonly. This abnormality is simply terrifying.
It's like facing a crazy murderer who can't figure out his routine.
So much so that the witcher gave up the idea of crossing the river at this ferry without even thinking about it.
He walked all the way downstream, found a shallow shoal that was as deep as his waist, and walked directly over.
It is very strange that there are no refugees in this shallow shoal.
Because when Lan En walked along, basically every river crossing point with good hydrological conditions was already overcrowded.
But the closer you get to the downstream, the fewer and fewer people there are.
Young people who have been blocked from information for a long time still don’t know why.
But soon after he crossed the river, he understood.
At that time, Lan En was leading Poppy while walking between the fields and woods.
He is not familiar with this country. The last time he traveled with Regis, he only walked one road and had never heard of the rest of the country.
So he could only follow the vaguely visible country roads, trying to find human villages.
This idea is correct, there are people who have the way.
Soon, the demon hunter and his horse saw acres of farmland.
Lan En was refreshed because of this. If there is farmland, there will be farms or villages nearby, and there will also be cities supported by farms or villages nearby.
He was finally going to meet someone.
But contrary to expectations, Lan En heard nothing as he walked deeper and deeper along the path between wheat fields.
There is no dog barking that is noisy in every village. Usually these farm dogs can bark for more than ten minutes if they smell the scent of outsiders!
There is no lowing of cattle, no noise of chickens, ducks and geese running around on the ground, not even the sound of human beings.
The expression under Lan En's hood gradually changed from confusion to indifference.
Because he smelled some smells, some smells that did not spread over a wide area due to the reduced activity of molecules in the cold weather -
Proteins, or flesh and blood, were burned The smell of ripeness!
Lan En led the horse and rushed to the village in the middle of the farmland.
Or the remains of the village.
Scavenging birds circled in the sky, circling around a wisp of black smoke that was about to thin out.
The village has turned into a white field, with a layer of white plant ash covering the blackened fire marks.
Those are the traces left by the burning of wooden building materials.
A tavern, a residence, and a butcher's butcher's shop. These locations are still vaguely identifiable, but only a shelf remains.
Poppa's horse hooves trampled on the ruins, and they continued to walk inside.
Immediately, Lan En saw a scene he had seen in the ancient Greek world -
Piles of burned human bones.
Where the fire was strongest, the human bones had been burned into black charcoal, but the body shape could still be vaguely discerned.
The limbs of men, women, children, and the elderly were entangled together, and even burned into a ball when they turned into coke!
Lan En's face turned completely cold, and Poppy beside him seemed to sense some danger and wanted to retreat.
The reins creaked in Lan En's hands.
Yes, Lan En has seen this scene.
Although the scale is not as large as what we see now, the method is the same. On the ancient Greek island of Cephalonia, in order to prevent the spread of the plague and save more innocent lives, the priests who worshiped the Olympus gods chose to kill all the patients at the outbreak point of the plague and then burn them. everything.
Lan En would feel that those corpses were pitiful at the time, but he was not angry at the sacrifices made by them.
Because he knows: limited by historical limitations and limited by understanding of diseases and medicine. At that time, this was the best way to stop the plague!
Those priests who killed people even did it themselves at close range to prevent the residents from suffering, to ensure that the residents left as quickly as possible.
On the pile of corpses in ancient Greece, all the wounds on the corpses were clean and neat.
The priests only plucked up the courage to approach the people infected with the plague and take action after they were mentally prepared to bear the sin.
But what about here?
The guy who killed all these people didn't seem to be interested in burning the corpses.
They also placed several wooden poles next to the pile of corpses, with a wheel placed horizontally on the wooden poles.
On each wheel is a corpse that has lost its human form.
The limbs, limbs, and limbs of these corpses that could have stretched out of the wheel were all deliberately broken, and then twisted and tied to the outer rim of the wheel.
It seems to be specially made as a dinner plate for scavenging crows and vultures.
Wagon wheel punishment.
A punishment that combines humiliation and execution.
Lan En exhaled slowly.
The air flow exhaled from his hot body turned into a thick white mist under the current temperature, and it was like thick smoke overflowing from the fiery teeth of the devil!
Suppose that on the island of Kefalonia, I saw the pile of corpses piled in front of the statue.
What Lan En felt was helplessness, pity, and the determination of the priests born under the faith of Olympus.
The only thing he felt here was 'disgusting'.
Lan En's height is just enough for his eyes to be higher than the flat surface where the wheels lie.
On it, the corpse of a young woman whose eyeballs had been pecked out by birds was looking at him, staring into his amber cat eyes.
How did she feel before she died?
Lan En thought inexplicably.
“It hasn’t been long since you died, right?”
As if on a commission, the witcher murmured to himself with traces captured.
"Yes, sir. It seems that these people who set up the wheel are just on a whim, and they are not professional. Generally speaking, the goal of wheel torture is to make the victim survive on the wheel for a few days."
< br>Mentos lowered his voice very softly, as if to avoid waking something.
"Sir, I want to remind you. Your emotional curve is rising."
This physiological value, which has been stable for a long time since Stassa was killed by Lan, has been rising. Mentos walked around minding his own business backstage.
During this period, there were violent ups and downs when I broke into Xianfeng Temple in Weiming Country. Until today.
"Seeing this situation, it's inevitable to feel bad."
Lan En said calmly.
But the more plain he was, the more thrilling Mentos looked at the numerical curve in the background.
“Ah, I found it.”
The demon hunter started from the wheel torture position, looking down at the ground with an expressionless expression.
Finally, he found additional horse hoof prints where a pile of messy human footprints were.
Immediately, Lan En looked at the horseshoe prints extending into the distance.
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(End of this chapter)