Use foreign lands to conquer the whole of Europe

As night fell, the entire Noelson village was silent, except for a few night watchmen with lanterns walking around the village solemnly.

A state of emergency has been declared in the village of Knowlson tonight.

Any sign of trouble may be a precursor to the appearance of the witch, and all suspicious personnel must be arrested on the spot, and those who are serious can even be executed on the spot.

At this moment, a night watchman was walking along the narrow path between the two longhouses with a holy lamp.

The whole world seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, only the rustling footsteps of this young man walking on the muddy ground remained.

The soft light from the Holy Lamp illuminated the narrow passage.He was about to walk to the exit, but suddenly heard a small sound coming from behind him, and immediately touched the machete hanging on his waist, stopped and looked behind.

No exception.

The moonlight was still there, and the surroundings were silent, but the night watchman still chose to trust his intuition, turned around and walked back to the entrance of the alley.

At this moment, two thin figures quietly passed behind him.

It's Angie and Etherine.Just as the night watchman's lights were about to illuminate their hideout, Angie managed to get their attention by throwing a few rubbles across the house.

In normal times, this slight noise would probably be ignored, but tonight everyone's spirits are highly tense, and even the slightest disturbance will attract these night watchmen to check.

This overly cautious attitude made Angie and Iselin's escape plan go very smoothly.

In the deep night, bright lights exposed the positions of the night watchmen.The two girls moved forward cautiously, avoiding those dangerous lights, and finally saw the familiar longhouse.

That's Etherine's house.There should have been some open space around this wooden longhouse, but at this moment, it was surrounded by several tall trees, like a cabin in the forest.

Angie couldn't help frowning slightly, and followed Iselin wordlessly all the way to the side door of the longhouse, watched the latter knock on the door lightly three times, and whispered against the door:
"It's me, Etherine."

The door was gently opened, and Angie followed Etherine into the room, but only saw the back of a young woman.

That was Etherine's mother.

She didn't talk to her daughter, and didn't pay any attention to Angie, she just walked back into the house without saying a word, suddenly squatted down, and lifted the wooden board that was mostly buried in the mud with her hands.

An underground entrance with a little light in the darkness appeared in front of everyone.

After doing this, the woman glanced at Angie and Iseline indifferently, and then walked into the tunnel.

Etherine's expression became a little embarrassed.Under Angie's silent gaze, she bit her lip, then hurried forward and got into the tunnel.

Angie followed closely behind.After walking down the stone steps for a few steps, this mysterious underground space appeared in front of her at a glance.

This is a small stone-built room of only thirty or forty square meters, without any furniture or decoration, but a circle of slender candles is neatly placed on the stone brick floor, and some candles with candles in the corner can be vaguely seen. Container of dark red liquid.

The calm candlelight illuminated the dark red traces all over the ground.Angie looked down at the patterns as he walked down, and soon discovered that this was the purification circle used by the church.

She was a little surprised, and looked up at Estherine's mother standing on one side, and the man dressed as a farmer beside her.

He has a thin face and dark skin. He just watched Iselin and Angie walk down the steps, and said to the latter:
"Do you know what's going on now?"

"To be honest, it's not very clear."

Angie answered truthfully.

She heard from Estherine that Noelson Village would be destroyed two days later in Witch Night, but Esseline did not explain this to her, but asked Angie to ask her parents...

"...It seems that you can't help much."

The man said with a calm expression, but he seemed to think that saying this was too stiff, so he started another topic:

"Have you been here for three days?"

"Ah."

Angie's tone was calm.

But their jumpy conversation without beginning or end made Iselin very confused.

She glanced at her father, then at Anji, and was pulled away from the cellar by her mother standing beside her. Before she left, she heard her father speak again:
"Do you know this magic circle?"

"It's not acquaintance," Anji said, and glanced at Iseline, who had been taken out of the cellar and looked here again, and then heard the middle-aged man shouting to the top:
"Close the door!"

The cellar door was closed by the woman with a bang, and there seemed to be some kind of anger in the loud voice.

Anji was a little helpless, thinking that the family of three really didn't feel warm at all, and then heard the middle-aged man's still flat voice:

"It's been three months since I came here. Maybe you can tell that my wife is also a foreigner, but she and I just realized that we don't belong here, but we can't remember our identity."

"Well, she doesn't seem to act like a resident here."

"She can't speak here. It seems that there is something wrong with her throat, so she has been in a bad mood." The middle-aged man thought for a while and smoothed things over for his "wife", and then cut to the point, "Can you speak at this time?" It can be regarded as a kind of luck to come here, because we have already summed up several ways to escape Norson Village.

"But you are also unlucky. This world is about to end, and you have no choice but to gamble with our ideas—of course, you can also follow your own ideas, and we will not and cannot force you .”

In just a few words, Angie has fully understood the current situation, but this kind of conversation with too much information still gives her a little headache.

She thought for a while in silence, then looked up at the other party, and asked her the most important question:
"What is Witch's Night?"

"You can regard him as the Day of Doom. This is consistent with the documents we found and some clues. Whether you believe it or not is up to you."

He seemed impatient and didn't want to explain too much.

"What is the way to escape from this strange land?" Angie asked the second question.

"Three, to be precise, two types of methods. One is to leave Noelson Village and cross the river. To cross the river, you can go on the river or underground."

"?"

"The other is to stay in Noelson Village and destroy the witch."

"...Wait a minute," even Angie, who has a strong brain power, felt that he couldn't turn the corner. "Have you found the way to the cursed river? And there are two ways?"

"Is this weird?" He looked at Angie blankly, as if blaming her for asking too many questions, and showed no sign of wanting to explain.

Angie felt even more helpless.She felt that this kind of simple and rough exchange of information was good (although she was only accepting the information blindly), but the other party's information was too vague, and it was as if she hadn't heard it...

This person can't do it on purpose, can he?
"I am very grateful for your willingness to provide information..." Under the gaze of the other party, Anji still couldn't help rubbing his head, "However, if you don't want to go into more detail, I can't analyze the current situation. It's hard to work with you, isn't it?"

"...It seems that what I said earlier was too polite," he said after a moment of silence, his tone even colder than before, "If you don't come with us, you can only stay in Norson Village to welcome the witch's night. As mortals body, it is impossible to defeat that thing.”

Set yourself a small goal first, and finish writing this big chapter.

I had a long chat with another female video writer last night.

How should I put it... Novels that focus on plots may indeed not meet the female market.

What I said may be a bit silly, but most of the female channels are mainly about romance, and the plot is only for feelings, and the ratio of male to female readers at the starting point is about 8:2.

Male readers mainly read the plot, but when they see that the main character is female, most of them will not even click on it.

(There are still some male readers in my book, so I'm quite thankful hh)

And most of the remaining female readers read romance, even if they don’t read romance, they basically won’t read my book hhh
I know in my heart that the story I wrote is still too heavy, and I apologize.

But I really can't write pure and relaxed cool articles, as I write, I will change back to the original form emm
And in terms of writing, my experience is still too lacking... The plot rhythm is not tight enough, and the writing is not good enough,

In short, the negative buffs of my book are almost full, so there is nothing to say that it will become like this.

When there were only tens of thousands of words, I comforted myself: the number of words in the current situation is too small, and it is normal for no one to read it.

At the time of 30 words, I comforted myself: Let’s look at [-] words.

In the blink of an eye, it was 40 words, but I was thinking about a million words—if I really wrote 100 million words, would more people be willing to read this work?
I would be very confident before, but now I think it would be great if there is one person who is willing to follow up to a million words.

Hope you can keep going.