Windmill Pasture lay west of Windmill Village, where the villagers worked. Ravaged by the torrential rain, the fields were now a complete mess. Giant Rats had even come to scavenge, digging up the seeds in the soil and eating them. Whether the villagers would weep was unclear, for they were now shrouded beneath the dark clouds of death.
Zhao Si held the Glintstone Firearm, "Sellen No. 9," in his left hand and gripped his drawn curved sword in his right, walking through the thick fog and guarding against any attacks that might come.
Such as a lunge from a Giant Rat that did not know better.
Along the way, he dispatched quite a few Giant Rats, leaving their bodies where they fell in the fields. He certainly had no time to help the villagers clear away corpses now.
A cloth covered his mouth and nose, and he held a bullet between his teeth. With their disguise dispelled, his eyes shone with an icy blue light in the night. He opened all his senses to their fullest, detecting abnormalities in the fog as he headed toward the windmills, guided by the map in his memory.
With a weapon as convenient as the Glintstone Firearm, the Giant Rats could not even get near Zhao Si before a shot of "Glintstone Pebble" blasted their heads apart.
Firearms truly were efficient tools for slaughter, and their range greatly reduced the psychological burden on the user.
The shadow of a windmill loomed in the fog. Zhao Si jogged toward it, but rather than rashly entering, he stood against the wall and gently touched the door handle with his sword tip, opening the door.
A ball of Ghostflame ignited on the sword tip, illuminating the dark interior of the windmill. There was nothing inside; only the