fallen devil

Chapter 295 No.40 Five-act Corpse Tide II
After covering with the last shovel of soil, Naniya pulled out the iron sword stuck in the ground, and silently looked at the small mound in front of her.

"It's not as simple as what he said. These corpses may have other uses."

This is the result of her deliberation.

From the fog spreading to dissipating to collecting, the progress is tight and fast, which shows that all this has been premeditated.

And a large number of corpses often become the medium for curses and witchcraft. She guessed that those guys in black robes were brewing a bigger disaster.

"Maybe there is a connection with the devil."

Anyway, it had to be stopped, but she also had to figure it out.

The knowledge she had learned in Westmarch told her that by burning the pile of corpses on the trailer with flames, she could avoid mutations.

"ankhl."

The tip of the flame emerged from the palm of her hand, and Naniya sprinkled sparks on the pile of corpses. After a while, the flame flickered up, engulfing the entire trailer, and burning.

Sparks fly, burning very slowly, very slowly.

She stood still, her beautiful brown eyes reflecting the flames, and her gaze followed the smoke upwards.

Her idea is also very simple, just wait here.

The firelight is very eye-catching in the dark night, maybe it will attract them.

The temperature has risen.

Sweat dripped from the slender fingertips in the gloves. She recalled the knight education she received in the spacious hall, in which the content about "character" and "natural will" was already very vague.

It's natural to forget.

From the experience of escaping in the black wasteland, she increasingly felt that some things and values ​​could not be summarized by simple education.

There was originally a clear distinction between order and chaos, but at this moment she was a little confused. Which category should the villager she just killed fall into?What about myself who killed the village man?
Cobweb-like thin threads enveloped the night without any warning.

Da da da da, the sound continued.

"This is."

The transparent liquid slid down the tip of her nose, and then fell to the ground, wetting the blood-stained grass.

It was rain, she raised her head in surprise and looked around.

During the short time she was in trance, gray rain fell from the sky, hitting the leaves, branches, grass, and mud, getting heavier and heavier.

Very bad situation.

The sound of pattering rain affected her perception, at least covering up the sound of footsteps in the distance.

Her intuition told her that this inexplicable heavy rain would last for a long time, and it quickly extinguished the fire next to Nania.

She had to find a place to hide.

"Well, it's time to go."

The rain was too sudden. I glanced at the scorched paste at the trailer and the wet cloak tightly wrapped around Naniyaza, and turned away.

"Ok?"

Brown eyes flickered.

Some noises were mixed with the sound of rain, and accompanied by the strong wind, passed by her ears.

Naniya seemed to be aware of looking further away.

The wind and rain blew the tall grass shadows in the distance, and when they were caught in it, countless black shadows squirmed out of their heads, and then there was a faint, clearer roar.

There are also countless scarlet eyes that flicker on and off.

It was a wave of corpses, at least over a hundred in number, climbing up from the bottom of the slope, ready to surround her.

This scene seemed familiar. When she and Amber first arrived in the bloody wasteland, they were also surrounded by a large number of zombies. In the end, the Rogues in the Rogue camp broke the siege.

But now Amber is not with her, and the Rogs will not come to help her.

But she remembered.

"Miss……"

Naniya lowered her eyes and muttered, her beautiful eyelashes trembling slightly.

More and more rain fell across the sides of her cheeks, wet her temples, and even flowed into her neckline, as cold as freshly melted snow.

Soon she opened her eyes, her brown eyes were clear and persistent.

His tattered, wet cloak billowed like a blown banner.

Then he drew his sword.

With a "swish", the cold light of the blade was like lightning in the night.

dong dong dong.

Boots stamped on rapidly forming puddles, leaving deep marks.

Accompanied by the hurried footsteps splashing muddy water, the sound of piercing the air roared and passed away, all of which were drowned out by the sound of violent rain.

···
On a sunny morning, a gentle breeze blows through the dewweeds and blows the silver feathers of the statues in the house.

The man's name was Tarke, and he was pacing by the window.

Looking down along the wooden eaves, you can see the bustling crowd. It is more than double the usual number, and there will be more and more people.

Tarke has been a non-commissioned officer in the town of Finas for several years, dealing with paperwork all the year round, what kind of scene has he not seen?
Except for the few people sitting on oak chairs in front of them.

A disgraced mayor of Calagrey, a pale hereditary nobleman, and an embarrassed village woman.

"How are you thinking about it?"

Tulk frowned when he heard this, and then turned around seriously, "I'm sorry, Lord Dalong, Finas can't accept so many hardships. People, you understand what I mean, even in wartime This situation.”

"Is this the consideration of the Sawyer Alliance? Are you sure?"

The hereditary nobles and the mayor are somewhat aggressive.

"No, no, I think you misunderstood."

Tulk shrugged, "The residents of Finas all have their own houses, and no one can interfere with their right to use them."

"If you insist on staying in Finas, the corners of the streets, the city walls, hotels, taverns, technical institutes, as long as you stay here legally and don't affect the order, everything is fine."

Immediately, Tulk stared sharply at the hereditary nobleman, "Of course, people who are infected can't do anything."

The latter hid his left hand with an ugly face, and there was a scab on it, which was scratched by his sick little daughter.

All in all, the state of the Sawyer league is terrible.

One-third of the area was covered by green mist, and the people who were driven out were displaced and could only flee to the more central towns, and had to face monsters and robbers along the way.

Even if it is temporarily safe, the hidden danger has not been completely resolved.

Although the Sawyer Alliance took timely countermeasures.

Several bishops of the Cathedral of Light used a wide range of magic to perform "divine descent" to create a barrier that blocked the advance of the green mist. They thought they could feel at ease for a while, but rumors spread that the barrier could only last half of the time. moon.

Panic.

Coup d'état, rebellion, demon invasion, there are actually many sayings about the green fog.

But no matter which statement is used, it does not help to solve the problem of green fog.

However, this is not the only thing that makes the Sawyer Alliance suffer.

Some knights and soldiers reported that people corroded by the green mist would suffer from incurable strange diseases, and would turn into monsters after death.

Even the holy water in the Cathedral of Light can only delay the onset of the strange disease.

Then came the news that the sacred doctrine United Kingdom would not be infested by the fog, and immediately some people changed direction and rushed towards the sacred doctrine.

At this time, the unity of the Sawyer Alliance was in jeopardy, because several small countries had been destroyed by the green fog and the raging of monsters.

But all of this was within Tang Ze's expectations.

(End of this chapter)