Sword and Sorcery and Martial Arts

Chapter 541 The Temple
"Didn't I die?" Ralph looked at his hands blankly, he stood up, the lifeless gray land was under his feet, and beside him was the hunting bow he had used for more than ten years.

Ralph clearly remembered the last moment of his life, seeing the saber-toothed tiger open its mouth and bite towards his neck, followed by a burst of incomparably severe pain.

He reached out and touched his neck, and found that there was no wound, and the pain felt like he had never experienced it before.

"Don't stand here in a daze, pick up your weapon and join the defense.

You are unlucky, you didn't pick a good time to die, maybe you will die again later. Ralph felt someone pat on his shoulder, and then a man in worn-out leather armor walked past him.

After he saw this person's appearance clearly, Ralph couldn't help shaking.

Dry, grassy yellow hair, livid pale and rotting face.

Isn't this the ghoul from the Nord Kingdom?
Although he has never been to the Nord Kingdom, he has heard countless people mention this kind of thing in the tavern.

Ralph bent down to pick up the hunting bow on the ground, touched the quiver full of arrows behind him, and wondered if he should give this guy a few arrows first.

At this moment, seven or eight ghouls with more serious decay ran past him with weapons.

"Follow us quickly." The ghoul shouted loudly.

Ralph was stunned for a moment, although he didn't know what he was going to do, but he followed with his weapon.

Not long after, the ghoul led him to a stop in front of a high wall.

"The outermost perimeter has been lost, all of you hurry up!" A voice came from the high wall.

Ralph couldn't tell whether the voice was a man or a woman, but he was sure that the voice came from the person on the high wall who wore gorgeous golden scale armor and carried a huge bow behind his back.

From such a distance, he couldn't see this person's face clearly, but he was sure that this person was not a ghoul.

It was the only human that didn't look like a ghoul that Ralph had seen in so long after waking up.

He was a little worried just now whether he had become a ghoul too.

After seeing this human being, he was relieved.

"My name is Morton, and I am a devout believer of the God of Hunting just like you, and the one who gave the order just now is the God of Hunting.

You should know that you are already dead, now is not the time to think about these things, we have to hurry up to deal with the enemy, I will explain to you after this battle is over.

Don't be afraid of death, even if we die, we can be resurrected under God's blessing. "The ghoul beside him said to Ralph.

God of hunting?

Ralph is a minor nobleman in the Kingdom of Fish without any beliefs.

The only thing that might have something to do with the God of Hunting was that he had prayed to the God of Hunting a few seconds before he met the saber-toothed tiger, hoping that it would bless him with a good harvest this time.

In fact, before this, Ralph didn't even know that there really was a God of Hunting in this world. The prayers he prayed were just a few words, not pious at all, just casual words.

Ralph followed Morton, who looked like a ghoul, to the high wall.

He found that his body seemed to be a little different.

If I used to climb such a high staircase, I would definitely be out of breath, but now I don't feel it at all.

It seems that I am really dead.

"The wandering spirits are different this time. Even if we cut them in half, they won't die..." A ghoul with a severely decomposed body nearby said to Morton.

Ralph stood on the high wall and looked down.

Countless ghouls gathered below, forming a black ocean. They piled up on the side of the high wall and climbed up.

"What happens if they climb up?" Ralph asked.

"Do you still need to think about it? Of course, we will tear us into pieces. Hurry up and pick up your bow to deal with them. You will never run out of arrows here." Morton replied.

"Didn't you just say that even if we die, we will be resurrected?" Ralph asked.

"It is true that we will be resurrected by God's blessing, but we will be resurrected in place. Think about it, after we are resurrected, we will be surrounded by such things..." Morton split a wandering soul in half with a sword, and used Kicked it off the high wall.

"Then why is the God of Hunting standing there but not helping us?" Ralph asked, pointing to the figure in the gorgeous golden scale armor in the middle of the high wall.

"God fights the behind-the-scenes evil god who manipulates these wandering spirits in the realm you can't see, preventing it from coming here to kill us mortals.

We have won every time, and it will be the same this time.

This time the wandering spirits have mutated, indicating that they are about to be wiped out by us, so cheer up, we are not far from the final victory! "Morton said that his voice suddenly became louder at the end, as if he was cheering for himself.

Seeing Morton's firm look, Ralph felt that he wasn't lying to himself.

He picked up the bow in his hand, took out three arrows from the quiver behind his back and put them on the bowstring, opened the bow and shot downwards.

The wandering spirits below are so dense that even if you close your eyes and don't need to aim, you can hit them casually.

The arrows hit the heads, chests and necks of the three wandering spirits respectively.

However, they were not affected too much, they were only repelled a few steps by the power brought by the arrows, and the next moment they stepped on the surrounding spirits as before and climbed up.

Ralph didn't dare to stop, he continued to mount the arrow, and drew the bowstring to attack the wandering soul below.

The body doesn't feel tired, but every time he shoots an arrow, he feels like he's missing something.

The other people on the high wall did not have the means to completely make the wandering souls lose their combat effectiveness. As time passed, more and more wandering souls climbed the high wall.

There was a scream from behind, and Ralph looked back subconsciously.

A "companion" was thrown to the ground by several wandering spirits who climbed up the city wall, and was then torn into pieces. Several wandering spirits were still chewing on his remains.

Seeing this scene, Ralph felt as if his scalp was going to explode, and he was extremely terrified.

He threw the hunting bow on the ground, rushed to the stairs and ran down.

I'm not a believer of the God of Hunting, I'm just an unlucky guy who didn't know how to get here, so let those devout believers resist foreign enemies here.

Standing on the stairs, Ralph had already chosen the direction of escape.

Not far behind the high wall, where he came from, there is a stone temple, which looks very safe.

As long as you find a way to close the two heavy doors after entering, and then use something to block the door, you can definitely stay in peace for a while.

Presumably, the God of Hunting would not watch its believers die one by one in front of him, let alone allow its believers to be torn into pieces in an instant after being resurrected by it.

Ralph rushed into the temple, there were more than a dozen people inside besides him, they probably stayed in this temple because they were not suitable for fighting.

He stood behind the door and pushed hard, trying to close the door, but the door didn't budge.

"The great lord ordered me to close the gate here, lest wandering spirits pollute this place during the battle!" Ralph turned his head and shouted loudly: "Please give me a helping hand!"

The dozen or so people who stayed in the temple were stunned when they heard it, and then they walked to the gate and together with Ralph closed the heavy gate of the temple.

Sitting on the ground and looking at the closed door, Ralph heaved a sigh of relief.

This way, we should be able to persist until the God of Hunting saves everyone...

……

(End of this chapter)