Looking at Bardin's strange look, Garcia couldn't help but look at him more.

What does his look mean?

Does the name San Enibertin have any special meaning?

Bardin also noticed Garcia's eyes, grabbed his messy hair as if nothing had happened, and changed the subject: "I see you are from the North, how could you think of escaping to Badibila? What mistakes did you make?"

"It doesn't seem to matter?" Garcia frowned.

"It's not important, but what I want to ask has been asked, your rations will arrive soon, but you always have to chat during this period, right?"

Bardin shrugged, looked at the silent Garcia, and looked around, "Okay, since you don't want to say it, then let me say it. Maybe we've only met once, if it were you..."

As he said that, he paused, sighed, and said to himself: "If you could meet that person..."

"who?"

"Well, I don't know either. It may be a man or a woman, who knows."

Barding walked a few steps away, squatted down, gently grasped a crop in the field, and exclaimed: "Look at how beautiful it is."

Garcia narrowed her eyes slightly, glanced over him and glanced at the village not far away, and her eyes finally settled on the joints of his fingers.

He grew up in battle almost as a child, knowing that this is definitely a sophisticated warrior.

Only the tried and tested warriors will temper these thick and somewhat deformed joints through years of struggle.

It is precisely because of this that he was particularly strange. He was clearly a warrior holding a sword, but he acted like an old farmer in the field.

I have to say that this is a bit too inconsistent and always makes him feel something is wrong.

Looking at his vigilant eyes, Bardin laughed, "Don't be nervous, boy, I just felt a little emotional for a while. After all, people like us always hope to spend the rest of their lives peacefully and peacefully..."

"But here is Badibila." Garcia responded.

For some reason, he became a little anxious, for some reason, and seemed to feel something was wrong.

"Yes, this is Badibila," sighed. "Here, it's a luxury to die in bed. Sometimes, I do think, maybe I've really done something wrong..."

At this time, Barding slowly stood up and looked at the village not far away in confusion, "What's going on? Where did that lazy Jonas run to get lazy?"

His chat with Garcia has been going on for a while. Even if Jonas walks slowly, it should be back at this time, right?

He roared at the village, but after a long time, he received no response.

The village is silent.

At this time, even Garcia understood that something might be wrong, and her expression became a little serious.

It is said that Badibila's strange phenomenon is as numerous as wild flowers on the roadside. This time, he really saw it.

"Well, Mr. Garcia, you have two choices now. One is to go back to the village with me to see what happened, so that you will get mine, and even our friendship. Of course, you can also choose the second one. Leave here, the farther the better, but unfortunately, I'm afraid you won't get your intelligence fee..."

Bardin began to move his body, making the final preparations before the war, and a sharp breath emanated from his body, even causing Garcia to subconsciously look away.

"Maybe, you can come and have a look in two days. By the way, as long as I am not dead, this intelligence fee will still be effective. Of course, if all the people in the village are dead, maybe you can also step on my body and take a little more secretly. Don't worry, I'm not so stingy that I'm thinking about these rations, I hope I won't become an undead creature."

"Is this your last words?"

"Maybe." As he said that, he folded his palms to a place obliquely above and prayed softly: "May the holy sword be hung in the air forever..."

The next moment, the air fluctuated slightly, and a sword shadow flashing with bright light appeared silently in the air. Correspondingly, a slightly illusory sword also appeared in Bardin's hand.

"Is this...the Sword of the Sky?"

Even if Garcia comes from the North, he also knows the name of the Sword of the Sky.

But what surprised him was why he saw the hanging sword in a place like Badibila?

Shouldn't the investigator of the Hanging Sword be active in the Kingdom of Agrant?

Moreover, shouldn't the investigator of the Hanging Sword be investigated by those fallen nobles?

Why did he appear in such a place?

It seems that he has been here for a while.

Boding nodded, reminding him solemnly, as if confirming, "This is indeed a hanging sword."

Before he finished speaking, he ran towards the village without looking back.

As he walked, the illusory sword shadow in his hand responded silently, while his breath was rising step by step. Garcia watched Bardin break through the towering wooden wall like a sharp blade and crashed into it.

Through the hole in the wall, he saw the scene inside the wall and vaguely saw the wriggling black fog.

Because it was a little far apart, Garcia didn't know what kind of cult aura the black fog corresponded to, but he just took a look from a distance and felt restless and even felt indescribable fear.

The feeling of powerlessness brought by this fear was so real and strong that he even couldn't control his emotions and almost went crazy!

It was not until this time that Garcia realized that the surroundings were terrible.

He clearly saw that Bardin broke through the wooden wall, but he didn't hear any sound.

The picture and sound seemed to be completely separated at this moment.

Just as he was carrying a dry food bag to escape from the haunted village, his intuition made him take a step and subconsciously looked back.

A dazzling sword shadow falling from the sky completely occupied his sight, and it was difficult to tell whether it was a beam of light or a sword, or both.

Under the dazzling bright light, Garcia had to squint his eyes in pain, and even began to shed tears physiologically. Her eyes were blurred, and she could only see the flowing golden color blocks.

Finally, in the absolute silence, he heard a sharp howl, like the squeak of some kind of insect,

The whistle slammed Garcia's mind like a heavy hammer, making him feel a little dizzy.

The real feeling from his body made him realize that this was not just a kind of impact from the soul, but the earth was indeed shaking like water waves.

Something was wriggling back and forth underground, raising shocking gullies on the ground.

The originally flat terrain can only bow down to the face of such a powerful force comparable to natural disasters.

What shocked Garcia even more was that something seemed to be coming out soon!

As soon as he had thought, he saw a huge bunch of soil arching in the distance, and dozens of light pink tentacles couldn't wait to emerge from the soil.

That's...

The huge figure finally poked out of the soil, and the hazel body like a hill covered half of the sky, even making the sky dark.

There is no need for extra movements or roars to prove yourself. Just protruding out of the ground is enough to prove its strength.

Garcia suppressed the fear in her heart and spitted indifferently, not knowing whether to complain or vent, “Damn it!”

The Demon Dingling Wart!
Chapter completed!