fallen devil

Chapter 276 No.20 Six Scenes of Plague I
While Amber and other professionals rode horses and galloped across the wasteland, outside the Taimo Mountains, in the forest a long way from the village of Quiet Lake, foul-smelling figures were running crazily, and the footprints on the path could be seen with blood and Traces of pus.

In addition, the trail he ran led to the fringe town of Sawyer's Union, the tree-wound town, a 300-year-old town surrounded by forests, opened up three additional lands and five trails led by white-robed warriors, three The village also took shape in 20 years.

In addition to abundant resources, "Waishu" also has strategic significance, after all, it is a marginal town.

With its back facing the forest land, there are often large beasts breaking into the village, and there are also some outlaws. The local lord attaches great importance to this matter, so since three years ago, wooden houses have been set up on five highlands in the forest. One is for the convenience of returning hunters. Store goods, but also provide suitable accommodation for soldiers and knights who make monthly inspections.

The path named "Wild Boar Path" is the path under the man's feet. As he runs, some obviously pruned plants gradually appear in front of him, and the path becomes wider when the sun shines.

In the somewhat blurred and bloody vision, a corner of the hut appeared in the gap between the dense and tall trees, which looked like a typical village building.

His throat rolled, and he let out a beast-like panting sound, and strode forward with difficulty.

Sigh, a few wooden arrows were nailed to his heels, but the latter completely ignored the warning and continued to move forward.

The sound of piercing the air sounded again, this time the arrow didn't deflect, it easily shot through his head, his weak body fell to the ground, his fingers trembled a few times, and then stopped moving.

Not far away came a few figures, dressed in light armor, who seemed to have come down from the nearby high ground.

"Refugees, has there been no one in this place for a long time?" "I don't know, I guess it's not much different, tsk, you can smell his body here."

Keeping a distance of several meters, the two pinched their noses, frowned and looked away, following the footprints left by the corpse and looking into the distance.

"That direction is the border, I remember there is only one village there." "There is also a church... let's take a look at what it looks like first."

Taking a closer look, the body was covered with torn clothes. It was indeed a cloth that villagers often wear, and it was only found in the border area. However, to the disbelief of the two sentinels, the naked skin of the body was covered with bloody scratches. Both feet have been completely rotted, and many bones can be seen. It is difficult for ordinary people to move, let alone run.

"Did this ghost thing meet a beast? Or was it scraped through the forest?" "···"

The other sentinel looked dignified and did not make a sound.

"Why, are you afraid that he will not survive?"

Not paying attention to the jokes of his colleagues, the latter smacked his lips and exhaled softly, "You know, I studied herbalism with Miss Wei'er in the city for a while."

"so what?"

"Actually, as a village doctor, Ms. Wei'er often comes into contact with dead bodies, and sometimes uses some black spells. I even saw her summon a gray mist... I don't understand spells, but I can feel it. This man is weird."

"It looks strange to me, but I can't tell what's wrong with this person."

"You don't understand, it's scary."

Recalling that time, the sentry showed a frightened expression, and then pointed to the corpse's feet, "Only magic can make him do this. Other than that, bugs and diseases can't do it."

Before he finished speaking, the index finger of the dead body moved, but neither of the two sentinels noticed it.

"I really don't want to believe what you're saying is true."

"Let's not talk about the central city, it's also forbidden to discuss these things in the surrounding tree towns."

"I know I know."

The previous sentinel was a little frightened. Spells are something that ordinary people cannot touch, especially black spells, which are often associated with undead, monsters, and demons. They are prohibited by the Sawyer Alliance. In the eyes of ordinary people, they also symbolize mystery and danger. The presence.

"People with black spells are very dangerous. Fortunately, I accidentally broke a tube. Miss Wei'er was furious and sent me here."

Another sentry continued, and then looked serious, "Let's not touch this person, we must inform the captain as soon as possible."

"Don't worry, I'll inform the captain, you stay here and watch him."

The sentry was startled, then pinched his nose sadly, "Well, hurry up, this man really stinks."

Pa Ka Pa Ka, the sentinel who was about to leave had just turned around when the already dead body twitched suddenly, and saw a large pool of dark yellow turbid matter gushing out from under his head, accompanied by a hair-raising sound of vomiting.

Under the two terrified gazes, the corpse slowly got up.

"Damn it, it's a monster!" "Back! Back!"

The faces of the two sentinels changed drastically, and they reacted extremely quickly. They immediately pulled out and evacuated. At the same time, they turned around, took down the red arrows, and shot them at the roof of the hut in the distance.

Phew, an obvious flame sprang up from the container on the roof. This was an emergency means for them to notify several nearby sentry points.

Then, a hoarse and dry voice came out, accompanied by an unpleasant hiccup.

"I, help me, I am a quiet lake, a monster, please help me, please."

The corpse crawled up, revealing a ferocious, distorted, rotten ugly face, with its eyes rolling left and right.

There were intermittent calls for help, but the vigilant eyes of the two sentries did not relax in the slightest. Facing monsters was no joke, and they decisively drew out their weapons.

Looking at each other, a sentry stepped forward, and the long sword in his hand made a beautiful horizontal cut, cutting into the left face of the corpse and getting stuck in the bone.

There was no splash of blood, but the sound of chopping wood.

The strong force caused the corpse to stagger, almost falling to the ground, but it quickly adjusted its position, and its rolling eyes were fixed on the position of the sentinel for a moment.

This feeling was very uncomfortable. The sentry gritted his teeth, but couldn't pull it out with all his strength, so he could only stare angrily.

"Be careful!"

Another sentry found a wooden stick at some point and smashed the corpse's head. A pool of unpleasant-smelling green water splashed out. It was originally aimed at the previous sentry, but it missed too much. The ground was corroded to the point of sizzling sound.

The corpse was directly smashed to the ground, making an ugly roar.

Compared with the two sentinels, it moved too slowly.

"Thank you, friend."

Finally pulled out the sword, the latter showed an ugly smile, and then slashed down on the neck of the corpse with all his strength.

boom! ! !
The sword's edge cut off the neck bone directly, making a sound when it hit the ground.

Before the two of them broke into a cold sweat, the headless body swelled up strangely, like an inflated balloon, with turquoise blood vessels faintly visible.

The two sentries only had time to look at each other in a panic.

(End of this chapter)