unreliable adventure

The night was very quiet, and the soldiers who escaped from death went to bed early tiredly, but Blackwood did not sleep soundly. There had long been rumors that the members of the Knights were all crazy, although this group of people still looked normal, Blackwood Still waking up from the dream again and again.Oh, the fog has lightened, and there are stars in the sky. I don’t know who shivered.

To be precise, Blackwood did not join the Knights. He was the commander of the city legion. The city legion was a motley army temporarily recruited during the war. It was originally just a group of gangsters eager to establish achievements and desperate settlers.In the urban legion battle, it is under the jurisdiction of the Knights, but there is neither shiny high-level armor nor shiny holy light.

Rumors of the madness of the Knights first spread among the city legions.Over the years, the Knights have made great achievements, blowing up the floating city of the elves on the top of the mountain, and leveling the pirate lair hidden in the depths of the fjords by the barbarians.Even the titans, those giants who claimed to be demigods, silently retreated farther north due to the might of the knights.The mountainous piles of loot that were not counted in time also made the men of the City Defense Corps a small fortune, although in the end it still fell into the hands of the old bustard in Firework Alley—the problem is not here, the problem is that the Knights are crazy, What is this witch hunt?Although those nagging wives were somewhat uncomfortable, they neither openly opposed the Knight Order and the Church of the Holy Light, nor did they do anything outrageous.If the Knights hadn't gone crazy, how could they be targeting such a group of useless women?What was found in the wooden shed was nothing more than a pile of strange-smelling herbs and books lacking illustrations, which could not be sold at any price.

The witches didn't even organize a decent resistance.A city legion made up a joke about the Knights, saying that there was only one casualty in the Great Witch War, and a screaming woman kicked and kicked a pointed clog into the inner thigh of a knight lord.Hahaha.

In the beginning, some villagers pleaded for the witch. After all, they were all villagers who could not look up and look down. But when the high stakes were erected, when the flames were ignited amidst the screams of women, the madness of people’s hearts was also ignited. up.Look, the witches are dancing in the fire, some of them are quite beautiful.A villager picked up a stone and threw it into the fire. The charred witch remained motionless, and the crowd let out muffled cheers.Is there a more exciting and exhilarating activity in this world?Oh, for the great Light!

Then came the secret informants, then the public slanders, and then the fanatical newcomers took up sticks and pitchforks and went door-to-door hunting for witches.Until that day, a witch apprentice who slipped through the net broke free from the crowd and sang before the burning stake.

At that time, Roland was wearing a white robe with iris, holding a blood-stained silver sword in his right hand, and holding a torch high in his left hand, and was about to deliver a passionate speech before execution.At that time, Blackwood hid cowardly in the crowd, watching the madness repeated again and again.Blackwood saw the girl, he stretched out his arms to hug her, he wanted to protect her, but the girl broke free in horror, and sang the song of despair:

I don't believe the sky is blue

i don't believe ray has an echo

I don't believe dreams are fake

I don't believe in death without retribution

if the ocean is destined to break its banks

Just let the bitter water pour into my heart

if the land is destined to rise

Just let human beings choose the peak of existence again

It's not a spell, it's just a song of despair.The Song of the Exiles of the North Island is said to be written by a freeman who was exiled in the Northern Islands after the defeat.But when the singing echoed the sound of the wind, all the light disappeared.The bones of the wronged and grudged rose from the ground.Those who speak evil words have their throats festered, and those whose hands are stained with blood have minions on their hands.The once invincible knights went mad and began to kill each other.And those spectators who used to be so happy now only have fear in their hearts.

This is a dream, this is an unalterable fact.When Blackwood woke up from his early morning dream, a paladin threw him a short spear, and the undead came!

Dissatisfied, Blackwood thrust his short spear into the ground, drew out his saber, and climbed up the camp wall made of wooden boxes.Another paladin roughly lowered his head: "Be careful, the undead will see!"

The smog had dissipated in the cold wind last night. On the grasslands and hills that had been frosted overnight, there were black bones that could not be seen at a glance, moving slowly without stopping.Red eyes that flicker on and off like embers on a stake.As the poets sang later: "That's the undead all over the mountains and plains, surrounding the last camp of the Knights on all sides."

The army of the undead was not in a hurry to attack, but more and more gathered in all directions, as if waiting patiently——

"It's not the way to go on like this, we have to rush out!" Blackwood shouted.

The knights ignored him.

Blackwood picked up the shield and stood in the middle of the camp, beating the shield with his sword and shouting, "I, Blackwood the Tenth Commander! If anyone who doesn't have eyes has any objection to the order of command, come and tell me!"

The knights reluctantly gathered together and counted silently, there were twelve people in total.Blackwood suspected that there were actually officers among the twelve people, but they fled all the way, and the flag and coat of arms had been discarded long ago. Among them, only one medical officer was a civilian rank, and the other eleven were all carrying the equipment of private soldiers.

"Okay, if you have any objections, fight with me, if you have no objections, just listen to me!"

The knights snickered a few times, they have all arrived in this field, what is the need to entangle the command?

"Listen to me, the undead besieged us here, trying to drive us crazy with despair. Seeing us killing each other, we have to rush out."

"It seems that he doesn't die fast enough," said a young paladin. "The Holy Light refuses to respond at all. What are we going to use to fight the undead?"

"Light, I seem to be able to use it here." Blackwood flicked his hand, lighting up a small ball of light in the palm of his hand.

The knights took a few steps back, and someone muttered, "You are not from the Knights."

The older medical officer hesitated and said, "I've heard that you belong to Roland—I respect Chief Roland's private life. Did he perform the Holy Light conferring ceremony for you secretly?"

"What are you talking about! How can Roland and I..." Blackwood felt that the defense was futile.It's such a simple spell, I watched it being used by the knights every day, and I learned it all.Then again, it seems that Blackwood has seen that spell in the Holy Light Conferring Ceremony, so it shouldn't be too difficult.

"Roland once said that the holy light comes from faith." Roland seems to have said this kind of thing, so never mind him, Blackwood bit the bullet and now made up a prayer: "Paladin! As long as you still have a little kindness in your heart , the Holy Light will never abandon you."

The fire in his heart was burning steadily and fiercely in Blackwood's hands. It was not difficult to cast the spell, but it was very expensive, and he didn't know how long it would last.

Blackwood said impatiently: "Hey, share my light with you, come and get it if you want it!"

Blackwood distributed his light to twelve people. His knees were a little soft. He leaned on his knees and stood still: "Okay, we can fight now. Next we need a breakout plan."

The morale of the twelve knights who regained the power of the holy light was greatly boosted, and they fought all the way out.The story of Roland's Twelve Heroes fighting against the Legion of the Dead has been sung a lot in songs.Under the indiscriminate bombardment of light spells, the slow-moving undead did not make an effective counterattack, watching the small team of the Knights fight their way out.

Blackwood carried Roland on one shoulder, and his old sword in the other hand broke at the end of the procession.The autumn wind falls and leaves fall, swords and halberds contend, and the army of the dead lingers for a while without catching up.Panting heavily, Blackwood placed Roland's body beside a raised white stone.The knights gathered around.The medical officer poked open Roland's collar and cuffs with a small stick, took a cursory glance and announced, "He's dead."