The desolate village of the Moors was eerily silent, all the houses were broken open, and dark red bloodstains were visible everywhere, hinting at the slaughter that had taken place.
The well in the middle of the village was pitch black. Old Knight Lorenzo stood on his horse, unable to see clearly for a moment. He deftly jumped off the horse and approached the wellhead for a look. A stench of rotting corpses wafted up from the bottom of the well, invading his nostrils.
"Damn it! Those reckless murderers! Even such a deep mountain well is filled with corpses..."
Old Knight Lorenzo frowned, glanced briefly at the heap of naked, swollen corpses in the deep well, and sighed helplessly.
"This water is full of corpse poison, don't touch it!"
Saying this, the old knight thought for a moment and then called an experienced chamberlain to give instructions.
