I Am Stuck In A Beta Test For 1000 Years

Chapter 104: 177

Hilda's story was simple, and to some extent, it was similar to Evelyn's story.

To be able to live in the Golden Butterfly Marsh, she was naturally a Light Elf. However, there was no trace of the Light Elf on her body. That was because she had forced plastic surgery in order to escape. The process was too tragic. In short, it was not far from cutting her flesh and bones.

Just like Evelyn, this elf had a lot of suitors since she was young. Among them, one of them was resentful because he could not get what he wanted. He framed Hilda as a Forest Witch.

This was not a big deal. Generally speaking, Hilda's innocence could be cleared after a slight examination.

However the problem was that this suitor was the son of the Consul.

Therefore, Hilda was detained under the name of a witch.

The young girl was terrified and helpless. She spent her days in the wet and cold prison in fear.

At this time, a close friend of hers, Zena, found her overnight and said that her suitor was fabricating evidence. Once the evidence was conclusive, Hilda would be tied and burned to death. At that time, the one who died would be nothing more than a scapegoat prisoner, and she would lose her identity and be imprisoned by that guy forever.

In desperation, Hilda decided to run away.

Zena helped Hilda leave the dungeon through a secret passage. When they arrived at the witch's cabin in the forest, Zena even told the flustered Hilda how to use the things in the cabin to disguise her appearance.

Although the price was no different from disfigurement, Hilda had to do it in order to live.

However, just as she endured the pain and ended her disguise, things changed...

Zena had slipped away quietly, and the door of the wooden house was pushed open again. Outside was Hilda's suitor and Zena, who was like a little bird beside him.

"See, I told you, she's a dirty witch!"

Zena said with certainty.

At this point, no matter how stupid Hilda was, he should have understood what was going on. When Zena gazed at the son of the Consul, her eyes were full of love, but when she looked at her, they were full of resentment and jealousy.

Her face was covered in blood, and she did not even have the right to defend herself.

Zena was not a witch, but she had accidentally discovered the witch's hut, and had the idea of framing her.

At this point, Hilda was truly forced into a corner.

If it was not for the smell of blood on her body that woke up the sleeping Blood Fiends and created chaos for her to escape, and then was picked up by the witches who returned home in the forest, her journey would have long been over.

However, this was a dream that Zin'rokh had created for her, so there would be no blood fiends, nor would there be any witches to save her. She could only escape by falling into the abyss, or else she would be reincarnated over and over again, and would not retain any relevant memories.

The above was Char's deduction and what it originally looked like.

However, this time, the situation was very different.

Char stood in the middle of the courtyard and looked up. All the Hilda were looking at him.

The scene was... disguting.

The two-meter-wide corridors of the cells above the third floor had disappeared. They were like empty buildings. Hilda stuck her face to the iron bars and looked down.

"Who are you?"

It was the ensemble of countless people again. The empty sound lingered in the hollow building, like a tactful wail.

Hilda, who had not been destroyed by fate, still looked like a sun elf. Her skin was as white as milk, her pointed ears were pale from fear, her hair was messy, and her lips were dry.

Every one of them was like this.

"Who are you?"

Zena stretched out her body from the second floor and said nervously, " I'm going to call the guards!"

Char did not say a word as she quietly counted the floors.

Zena would not do that. He was sure of it.

She wanted Hilda to escape, or the truth that she had spread in advance would be in vain. By then, the son of the Consul would find the witch's hut in the forest outside the city, but he could not find Hilda, and his plan would be ruined.

Therefore, he was fearless.

Compared to that, Char was more concerned about where all these Hilda had come from.

How many of them were there.

He had an unbelievable guess.

There were four cells on each side, and sixteen cells on each floor. He had counted eleven floors in total, and any further up would be swallowed up by the blinding sunlight.

That was 176 cells. 176 Hilda.

Two more to go.

"Hey! Who are you? I'm really going to call the guards!"

"As you wish."

Char said and left the cell with Evelyn

Zena seemed to have been scared out of her wits as well. As soon as Char left, more than a hundred pairs of eyes turned to look at her, and Hilda suddenly turned to look at her as well.

"Zena, are you here to save me?"

"Yes."

"That's great! Quickly let me out!"

"And me..."

"And me, Zena. We're best friends."

"And me!"

Countless voices rose and fell, and Zena sat on the ground. Her face was pale, and her legs were weak.

"No, it's not like this!"

"Zena, why are you afraid?"

Hilda tilted her head, and her beautiful eyes were dull.

Zena suddenly felt a sense of danger. She struggled to get up and staggered back.

"It's not like that," Zena said. "I don't have any ill intentions. I'll come to see you another day. I have to go."

When she turned around, Hilda had already come out of a cell.

Like a ball of air, she went straight through the iron bars and blocked Zena's retreat. However, she was still looking down at her hands in surprise, as if she could not believe that she had actually come out.

After the first one, there would be the second and the third.

Soon, all of Hilda left the cell and walked towards her.

Zena immediately ran to the top of the stairs, but she had to stop after two steps.

Hilda stood on the steps and continued to look at her with her lifeless eyes.

"Zena, we're best friends, right?"

Behind her, Hilda suddenly spoke.

Zena's body trembled as if she could not control her body. She pulled out a knife from her boots, and her face suddenly turned ferocious.

"You forced me to! Hilda, I don't want this to happen!"

The elf rushed forward madly and stabbed Hilda in the chest.

The result was surprisingly smooth. Hilda held Zena's hand, looked at her in a daze, and then collapsed.

She was not dead yet, but she stretched out her bloodied hand, as if she was accusing Zena of her crimes.

"Zena..."

Zena's hands were stained with blood. When she came back to her senses, she could not believe that she would do this, and she could not believe that things would be so easy.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and her fingertips were shrouded in a faint black mist.

However, she did not notice it. Instead, she turned around and looked at the other Hilda who were approaching.

"You... You forced me to do this!"