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"Shasha~~"
The ground beneath was sandy, soft and difficult to walk on, but the Ancient Sorcerer seemed oblivious, continuing to step forward, sinking with each stride.
As for the direction, there was no need to think or look; it felt as if something was "pulling" him forward. He knew it was definitely the Scarecrow that was drawing him in.
Time passed slowly, and the Ancient Sorcerer had already walked out of Dashi Village and reached a small grove.
Looking up, the Ancient Sorcerer gazed at the Scarecrow before him—by this time, it was no longer just a simple Scarecrow: in the night, what had appeared to be an ordinary Scarecrow, like one hastily made by a child during play, now seemed to float in mid-air as if it had come to life. Its arms were spread wide, legs suspended, head slightly tilted back, and there were wisps of black mist around its eyes, which appeared to be continuously absorbing energy from the surrounding darkness, growing denser.
If one looked closely, they could see a hint of dark red light deep within its eyes, resembling coagulating blood. From its gaze, it was fixated intently on Dashi Village.
After a moment's thought, the Ancient Sorcerer bent down to pick up a dried twig and threw it at the Scarecrow.
"Bang!"
Before the twig even reached the Scarecrow, it disintegrated into powder mid-air.
His expression changed drastically; the Ancient Sorcerer understood that this was due to the immense power of the curse on the Scarecrow. The twig had been cursed and shattered before it could even reach its target!
"This has already become sentient!"
After a while, the Ancient Sorcerer murmured to himself. The curse magic on this Scarecrow was incredibly powerful; no wonder everyone in Dashi Village had fallen ill.
A curse is an invisible force; even verbal curses from ordinary people can generate power. However, this power is usually too weak to cause significant harm. But once a curse's power reaches a certain level, it can inflict tangible damage—causing illness or death. Of course, such feats cannot be accomplished by just anyone; even an ordinary sorcerer would struggle to achieve this.
"Who could have done this?"
The Ancient Sorcerer felt quite perplexed. To use a Scarecrow to cast a curse that afflicted everyone in Dashi Village was a feat that even powerful sorcerers like Du Quan could not accomplish. He couldn't help but feel bewildered.
Even if there is hatred towards one or several individuals from Dashi Village, it shouldn't extend to the entire village, right?
Dashi Village has no other villages within dozens of miles except for a small town. How could such a village possibly have enmity with another village? Everything feels shrouded in mystery, making it hard to understand.
The Ancient Sorcerer naturally understood that once he lifted the curse on Dashi Village, he might offend the person who cast the curse. However, he showed no hesitation. Regardless of the reason, dragging the entire village, young and old, into this curse is simply unacceptable.
"Whoosh!"
The Ancient Sorcerer raised his hand, and the Machete plunged fiercely into the sand, leaving only the handle exposed!
Walking under the Scarecrow, the Ancient Sorcerer looked up at it, his eyes slowly narrowing. After a moment, he murmured:
"Let's see how powerful you really are!"
Slowly, the Ancient Sorcerer began to place the eighteen prepared Scarecrows around the Scarecrow hanging from the branch, one by one inserting them into the ground.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
...
Each time a Scarecrow was inserted into the sand, it made a sound that grew louder, as if something was being punctured.
This was quite strange; with sand all around, when a Scarecrow was inserted into the ground, it should only make a light sound of "sand." Even more oddly, the Ancient Sorcerer seemed completely unconcerned about these strange noises, as if he hadn't noticed them at all.
However, if someone were nearby, they would notice that the Ancient Sorcerer’s arms were bulging with veins, and his muscles were starting to swell. Thin beads of sweat began to seep out, indicating that he was far from relaxed.
In fact, the Ancient Sorcerer realized that as more Scarecrows were inserted, the invisible pressure on him increased significantly!
“Ha~~~ Ha~~~~ Ha~~~~~”
His breathing grew heavier, and for a moment, the Ancient Sorcerer felt a sense of suffocation.
He knew his own body well; after years of specialized training, he was as strong as an ox. Yet even so, it was still incredibly strenuous.
If it were an ordinary wizard, they probably wouldn’t even be able to insert all eighteen Scarecrows.
“That wizard is nearby!”
The Ancient Sorcerer quickly became aware of this issue, but he made no move to act. He continued to insert the last two Scarecrows into the ground as planned.
“Ha!”
When the last Scarecrow was planted in the ground, a sudden gust of wind swept through the area. Torn leaves, dry branches, scraps of paper, and even sand were all blown into the air.
“Thud thud thud~~”
The Ancient Sorcerer couldn’t help but take a few steps back, nearly losing control and sitting down on the ground!
However, he didn’t have time to care about his own disheveled appearance. His eyes were fixed intently on the eighteen Scarecrows. In the midst of the howling wind, the eighteen Scarecrows trembled as if possessed, with a few almost toppling over.
But in the end, they managed to stand firm.
"Damn it! It worked!"
The Ancient Sorcerer let out a sigh of relief; these Scarecrows were the key to breaking the curse here. Once they fell, everything would be over.
"You’re dead meat!"
The Ancient Sorcerer straightened up and turned to look behind him. It was dark there; even with his remarkable eyesight, he couldn't see what was lurking in the shadows, but he could sense that someone, a wizard, was watching him just as intently as he was watching them.
He slowly walked over to the Machete, extending his right hand to grip the hilt tightly. With a forceful pull, he yanked the deeply embedded blade out of the sand, and with a snap, he ignited his lighter and aimed it at the torch.
"Boom!"
The torch had long been soaked in oil, so it ignited instantly upon contact with the flame. In an instant, a burst of fire illuminated the darkness, splitting it in two like a dagger.
Taking a deep breath, the Ancient Sorcerer held the Machete in his right hand and raised the torch in his left, striding toward the Scarecrow.
"What... who is this person... where did they come from?"
In the darkness sat an old man dressed in strange attire, staring intently at the distant flame. A murderous glint shone in his eyes; he knew someone was breaking his curse.
"Alright then, let's see if you have what it takes!"
The old man slowly reached into his robe and pulled out an object to present before him—it was an Azure Blue Skull...
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