Paladin

afternoon.

High in the clear gray-blue sky, a drop of rain condensed into a shape and fell down... It became faster and faster, gradually forming the shape of a raindrop, passing through the clouds, passing through the gradually viscous atmosphere, and falling on the black monk On the hood of the suit, it shattered.

Hewitt folded his hands in his sleeves, looked up, showing half of his stern face, and the breeze gently bulged his sleeves.

He stood in the midst of the busy city, and the people facing him were still chattering and reasoning: "Mr. monk, it's not that I'm cold-blooded, but that so much food really can't be sold at this price. You see, I'm a businessman. If If I can't get enough profit from a transaction, I will starve to death! You see these people are pitiful, but have you ever thought about us? Every copper coin we have is hard earned. If others are pitiful, we will cut off our source of income..."

Behind Hewitt, the fishermen wiped their faces. Hungry, thirsty and dusty, they crossed mountains and ridges to the town for a little food, but found that the only copper coins they had on them had already bought a few black breads. no more.

They are angry, and this anger steams in silence.

Hewitt suddenly saw a few pairs of dark brown eyes in the crowd.

The mage muttered, "It's too late...the curse has already begun to spread."

Fishermen and merchants began to jostle each other, shouting curses at the price difference of one or two copper coins, and in the middle of the insults they rushed together, and the noise gathered a huge sound wave to surround everyone.

Resentment began to spread in this atmosphere. The fishermen were numerous, powerful, and self-consciously occupying the moral high ground. Once they began to vent their emotions in groups, they immediately found that they could only resort to violent means. You can take the initiative.

Hewitt stood calmly among the crowd, like a black sea rock, standing steadily, until he heard someone shout:

"What! Who is biting me...Ah! Who is biting me!!"

Hewitt made a decisive decision and whispered, "Louis!"

An extremely tyrannical invisible force surged out from the mage's back in an instant, pushing the crowd around him away for a certain distance, and Huitt's eyes were instantly blank.

The mage in black monk's uniform walked forward slowly, becoming the most incompatible color in the crowd.

People were pushed aside helplessly, only feeling that their irritable mood was suddenly interrupted, and after the noise suddenly fell silent, they all looked around in bewilderment.

They looked at the small area that had been cleared. A businessman was clutching his bloody arm, pointing at the people on the ground tremblingly, and shouted: "He's a beast! A monster! He's biting, he's eating. own hands!"

The person he was pointing at was prostrate on the ground, using a pair of dark golden eyes to keep looking at the same kind around him. Those eyes were more like those of an extremely hungry beast than that of a human being.

The crowd avoided this man in fear, but Hewitt stood in front of him, took out a long brown rope, and bound the man's hands—the latter roared violently, but when he was facing the mage's light purple Eyes suddenly trembled.

Hewitt's lips hidden under the hood opened and closed slightly, muttering silently; the eyes of the cursed person were blank, as if suddenly shocked, and he was easily subdued by him with a long rope.

"What happened? What's going on here?"

A group of guards who were on patrol finally managed to separate the rioting crowd, came to the center of the venue, looked at the tied people: "Disrupt the order of the market for no reason, take them all away!"

Hewitt crossed his hands in the wide sleeves of his robe, and kept chanting incantations while bowing his head. The surroundings seemed to be enveloped by a silent force field. Very eye-catching.

"Hungry, so hungry... Can someone give me something to eat? I'm starving to death..." someone yelled.

Several guards held their guns horizontally: "Shut up! You all exit the market area immediately, or take them back with you!"

Hewitt frowned, feeling another drop of rain fall.

The sky was cloudless and it was raining.

The market quickly became muddy and chaotic.

But the mage stood calmly among the merchants, fishermen, and guards, as if he had suddenly deterred all the riots, and no one argued loudly.

Until the bronze bell in the center of the town was suddenly rang.

The clock swayed under the huge wooden beam, and it rang more than a dozen low and continuous sounds. Everyone heard the sound, and then heard the scout guarding the clock shouting with all their strength: "Foxbat——!! !"

There was a wave behind the mage, and the demon shared its perception vision with its master.

After Huyt's light purple eyes were blank for a moment, he became the first human being present to react: "Leave this open space immediately. Everyone find cover, close the doors and windows, and keep silent!"

For a moment the crowd was bewildered, until Hewitt yelled, "Get out now!"

The crowd exploded with a bang, and the howling and screaming enveloped them again for a moment, and the crowd of black people scattered to the streets in all directions.Many merchants let down the sackcloth from their stalls to cover their shopfronts; and the fishermen, having nowhere to go, poured into neighboring shops, taverns, and churches.

Hewitt went upstream among the crowd, and when he crossed the street and walked to the outskirts of the town, he finally saw the black bat swarm clearly——

They gathered together in darkness, covering the sky like a whole crow-black curtain. From a distance, the area didn't seem that big, but it was densely packed with black flying foxes, and the unique sound of bats could already be faintly heard.

"At least thousands of them..." Hewitt murmured.

At this moment, Evan jumped off the roof beside him, landed softly and asked, "How is your situation here?"

"The monks in the church have already set off to inform every village just now, but a considerable number of people have flooded into the town because of the curse, and now their emotions are very unstable. However, I'm afraid the worst is yet to come." Xiu Yi Te looked at the black swarm of bats in the distance, "If I'm not mistaken, these flying foxes have been cursed, and ordinary food can no longer satisfy their appetites. They come here to look for food..."

Evan frowned tightly and said: "Baron Oort is not in his territory, but I have already received the support of the captain of the guard, Corbett, and 110 or eight of his men can participate in the battle."

"It hasn't reached the level of fighting yet. Flying foxes rarely attack humans. They should give priority to obtaining the fruits, vegetables and fresh meat reserves here, but..." Hewitt said in a low voice, "It's not far from when they attack humans. .”

Evan stood side by side with him, watched for a moment, put his hand on the mage's shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "We must prepare early."

……

This afternoon, everyone hid in the house.

The overwhelming flying foxes swept across the town, and the huge copper bell in the center of the town hummed sporadically because of the impact of flying foxes from time to time.

People hiding in houses, shops, or temporary temporary tents, can hear the sound of dense bats beating their wings, as well as the unique sharp chirping of flying foxes, and the barrier drill that can penetrate almost everything into the eardrum.

Evan and Hewitt stood in the church, and now there was only one monk named Cesis left, and the rest were fishermen, traders and soldiers who had entered the church for refuge.At this moment, they have forgotten the gap with each other, and can only hide in the church tremblingly, hearing the continuous flapping of wings outside, and seeing tiny bat shadows constantly passing by the windows of the church.

They are small in size, but they are numerous in number. They are rampant in the town, and they can find even a grape that falls into a small ditch and devour it.

The monk Cesis knelt down in front of the statue, leading the devout believers to pray.

He waited with reverence for Evan to come and pray with them when he heard footsteps apparently from the paladins; but then he saw Evan walking towards the guards who were resting on the side of the church.

A considerable number of guards patrolling the town had no time to rush back to their camp, and were forced to hide in the church. Now they sat silently in it, holding their long axes, as if they could get enough by gathering together. sense of security.

When Evan walked in front of them, he immediately caught their attention—he was slender and tall, with a platinum and golden coat that was extremely noble, and he stood still in front of them at this moment, like a mountain standing against a deep abyss.

Then they heard the paladin say calmly: "Soldier, I hope you are ready. After a while, the bat swarm will temporarily retreat after it starts to rain. I want you to go out with me and prepare obstacles and traps... We must Get everything ready before nightfall, these flying foxes may attack humans the next time they strike."

The soldiers looked at each other in blank dismay, but they didn't dare to answer. After a long time, someone said: "But...we didn't receive the order."

"There is no order, soldier." Evan said in a low voice, "It's time to ask yourself. Those who are willing to defend this place with me, stand up now."

Silence spread in the church, and the young guards breathed heavily and looked at Evan.

Someone said: "But I... don't know who you are, and I don't know whether I should trust you."

Evan took off his hood, revealing the perfect face of a blood elf. He glanced at the humans in front of him with his emerald eyes, and said, "I will fight side by side with you. I am Evan Paladin."

The soldiers seemed unable to bear the weight in his eyes. Everyone Evan saw lowered their heads to avoid his sight.

Evan looked over one by one, but no one answered his words.

During this long and awkward silence, someone finally whispered: "We... have not been on the battlefield, Your Excellency Paladin. I dare not go out, there are... too many bats outside, they will kill us all. "

"Who else thinks the same way?" Evan asked.

The soldiers said intermittently, "Your Excellency, Paladin, going out to fight so many bats...is equivalent to dying."

"Yeah, we're no match for flying things. We should be hiding in houses..."

"Just in the church, Your Excellency the Paladin, it's safe here. The Lord will save us, the Church will save us, the Supreme God will save us from danger..."

"God will not save us," Evan said.

Outside the church, a group of flying foxes hit the door, and the thick door of the church creaked, startling the panicked humans in the room.

The monks kneeling in front of the statue, the panicked fishermen, and the soldiers who seemed to be shocked by the thunder...the faces of these people were printed in the sight of the paladins one by one.

"God does not come to save us," said the paladin in the silence, "He only saves those who save themselves."