Sure enough.
Just as Angela thought.
After rummaging through the entire Boulder Village, she finally found so data that couldn't be considered very useful.
From this data, it wasn't difficult to see that they had done this kind of thing many tis.
And every ti, hundreds or thousands of people were sent to so unknown place.
Everyone here knew about this matter, so even if they were all killed, not a single one would be unjustly wronged.
Regarding this, Angela was actually very satisfied.
It wasn't to say she was kind-hearted; this satisfaction was actually just a kind of self-satisfaction, not a big deal.
It's just that if these guys from the Pure Origin Sect did this every ti and then sent them to other places, they should have left traces.
However, apart from this data, nothing was left here.
Even apart from the simplest 'inbound' and 'outbound', there was only so expense information regarding the 'cargo' living here.
There was nothing about where they ca from, how they ca, or where they went.
Although Angela wouldn't read it until she was dizzy, it was sowhat unfulfilling.
After all, she had boasted to Nightingale that she would find useful information.
"Should I try tracking the mana residue?"
Thinking of how she had killed the holder of that holding shelter in order to rescue those infants earlier, Angela had a bit of a headache.
After all, since that guy was the holder of the shelter, he should have been involved with the inbound and outbound.
If she hadn't killed him, she might have been able to threaten him to say sothing now.
But if she didn't kill him, she would have had no way to enter the shelter to rescue those little cuties who had been sold.
It could be said it was a paradox.
But that was for others; for a witch, as long as the other party left traces, it could definitely be seen.
Now there were two problems.
One was whether the other party had left traces, and the other was whether she should track it down.
After all, if she continued to investigate down this line, she would definitely trace it to the Pure Origin Sect.
Whether it would bring trouble to their Witch Race wasn't within the scope of her consideration. After all, the Witch Race already had a lot of trouble, and they weren't lacking one Pure Origin Sect.
It was mainly because she was thinking that the other party was a mysterious organization after all. If she continued to dig deeper, it would definitely waste a lot of her ti, right?
Especially since the other party was hiding so deeply. If she accidentally crashed into the location of the other party's base, it would definitely attract a hunt even more troubleso than the one before.
This was unacceptable to her.
Trouble wasn't scary; what was scary was wasting ti because of these troubles.
But the mystery of the Pure Origin Sect was indeed especially attractive to her.
After all, the location of the other party's base could be said to be the most tightly hidden place on the entire continent.
With such good conditions, once locked onto by a witch, she would definitely want to dig deeper, right?
Forget it!
Who cares!
Anyway, she had Return-to-City Scrolls and teleportation portals; if worse ca to worst, she would just leave directly.
As a Tourism Departnt mber 'playing around' outside, they might not have much else, but they never lacked life-saving items.
This gave Angela limitless confidence.
So, thinking no further, Angela transmitted all the docunts and data she had collected to Diana, then got on her Flying Broom, and flew out of the village along the mana traces of that shelter holder.
Although it was already dusk and the sky was darkening, it didn't have much impact on a witch.
It was just that because the mana residue left by the other party was intermittent, Angela's search was a bit bumpy.
However, from these residues, Angela could also glean so information.
For example, judging from the amount of mana residue left in the air, the other party hadn't taken this path for at least a month.
If it was just capturing these mana residues, then it was indeed no problem.
But if she wanted to rely on this little bit of mana residue to track them, it was still sowhat difficult.
So Angela's path along this road beca more and more deviated, gradually deviating from the normal track.
And just half an hour after Angela left the Boulder Village, a squad of guys with pointed hoods over their heads rode White-Headed Eagles into the village.
"This..."
Seeing the village completely empty, the captain leading the squad was completely dumbfounded.
Today was the day of delivery, and he had co all this way, but ended up encountering this bizarre situation; it truly made one feel puzzled.
"Go investigate what's going on."
The captain didn't want to waste ti; in short, he first scattered his squad mbers to collect intelligence.
As a result, in less than five minutes, the squad mbers returned one after another.
"Many shelter doors are open, and the inside looks like it was ransacked. The magic desks are also broken."
"A large amount of bloodstains were found in the square, but not a single corpse was seen."
"It's the sa inside the holding center shelter, but apart from bloodstains in the office, other places are very clean. But the cargo inside disappeared along with the cribs."
"..."
The captain listened to his squad mbers' reports with a gloomy face.
The information these guys brought back truly made one despair more than the last.
Even just listening to it, his back was already soaked in sweat.
The shelter doors being open, the magic desks being destroyed, the large amount of bloodstains in the square... no matter how you looked at it, this seed like a complete annihilation, followed by destroying the corpses to remove all traces, and then casually snatching a sum of things stored inside the magic desks.
And looking at how smoothly this person struck, they were obviously a veteran in this area.
The most important thing was those 'cargo'.
Since the shelters were flipped over, those 'cargo' must have also fallen into the other party's hands.
A complete annihilation in the square; just from this point, it could be deduced that the other party probably struck around noon.
After all, that was exactly the ti when everyone gathered in the square to pray.
Which was to say, the other party only began casually snatching things after fighting with the believers here.
Calculating the ti, it would be simply too late, right?
Unless it was a group cri.
After all, there were over five hundred pieces of cargo this ti; the other party definitely couldn't transport them away alone.
"Imdiately search the surroundings of the village to see if you can find traces of people or vehicles passing by."
Having made up his mind, the captain imdiately ordered a search.
After the squad mbers scattered, the captain took out his card and sent a ssage to his good friend.
After all, the 'cargo' was divided into two types in terms of specifications.
He was responsible for the matters on the Boulder Village side, and his good friend's squad was responsible for the other specification.
"Sothing happened on my end. The village was attacked by unidentified persons and completely annihilated, and the cargo has also disappeared. Are there any problems on your end?"
Knowing the other party was as busy as himself right now, the captain put the card back into his pocket after sending the ssage.
However, right at this mont, he suddenly felt a trance in his spirit.
Afterwards, he fell into darkness, sinking along with it.
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