Paladin

The two were ready to set off before the main force completely evacuated.

Before leaving, Corbett made a short farewell and blessing, and handed a badge to Evan, saying: "This badge is something I got after I retired from the army, although it is only for the scout brigade. Captain, but at least it can be used as my token—I want to ask you one thing, two or three of my soldiers in those fishing villages have not come back, maybe something happened, or they were trapped... If you meet If you hear from them, tell them we're in Moa."

Evan took the badge solemnly and promised: "If I meet these soldiers, I will bring them back."

Behind Corbett were hundreds of civilians and guards. The long line had already started from the intersection. They passed by the other three people, and many people watched them off.

Some of them led pack horses and carried almost all their belongings;

The journey to Moa City took three days and two nights, and no one could tell what would happen to this team of refugees.

"I will do my best to arrange food and lodging for them... Baron Oort is also in the city, and may provide help. Many people who have been cursed have already passed out, so I can only try to help - all hope is still on you Evan, Silver Fire, have a good trip." After finishing speaking, Corbett handed the reins to Evan himself.

Evan and Hewitt put on the monk's cloak, each got on their horses, and took a last look at the team.

People who passed by saluted them one by one.

When the wind blew on the road, they could smell the devastation of the land in the black ash that was raised.

Having stepped over these ashes, they must move on.

Evan and Hewitt rode away from the small town of Emden, followed the path set by the latter, and found the outskirts of the unnamed fishing village in the middle of the night.

This fishing village has been destroyed, and there is no human habitation in it. The fishing houses built by the residents were easily smashed by a large number of hungry flying foxes and other wild animals, and all the food in the few remaining intact houses was also emptied .

The two horses were ordered to stop suddenly at the entrance of the village, and the two pulled the reins and stopped on the spot.

The horse stomped its front hooves back and forth a little uneasy on the land. Hewitt reached out and brushed the horse's mane lightly, calming it down immediately, and then said: "Let's find a place to spend the night, the sky is too dark, It is impossible to go to sea now."

Evan's sharp eyes scanned the place, looking for clues of survivors. However, this place has been destroyed by wild beasts many times. In the end, he couldn't find any traces, so he nodded and said, "Prepare your spells. I'll go take a look here What ships are left, when I come back to watch the night, you rest for a night, and we will set off immediately at dawn tomorrow."

The two split up. Evan rode on the beach and saw a few lonely fishing boats tied to the rough pier, so he quickly turned back.

When he passed by a familiar boulder, he glanced inadvertently, and unexpectedly found a figure.

The huge rock stands very eye-catching by the sea, and the blood elf's eyes clearly saw a tall figure moving slowly beside it.

It's the man with the abnormal intelligence.

Still wrapped in a heap of cloth, he slowly climbed onto the boulder, sat down, and again began to look motionless at the sea.

The three times Evan saw him, he was looking at the sea like this.

Under such circumstances, he actually came back here again, which made the paladin feel a little strange, and immediately led the horse to the side of the boulder.

The fool looking at the sea looked up at Evan for a while, and asked with his weird accent, "Are you a mage?"

"I'm not." Evan replied again, "I've seen you here before. What's your name, why have you been here?"

The man was stunned for a while, and looked at Evan in silence. Just when the latter thought he was not going to answer, he suddenly remembered: "My name is 'Gao Shan'."

"Alpine"?It's not like a name, it's more of a nickname.This man is at least two meters tall, with a dark complexion and a dull expression, but he can indeed match this nickname.

"Okay, Gao Shan, I'm Evan Paladin. Have you seen any other survivors here?" Evan asked immediately.

Gao Shan nodded, but said nothing.

Evan had to ask him again: "Where are these survivors?"

Gao Shan raised his hand in a daze, and pointed to a direction to the northwest.

When he raised his hand, Evan heard a slightly dull collision sound in his cloth-like clothes - like many trivial copper products colliding together.

Evan wanted to ask Gao Shan, but thought that the intelligence of the man in front of him might not be suitable for complex conversations, so he looked at him - Gao Shan had no wounds on his body, and there were no obvious signs of fighting.Evan felt relieved and said, "You wait for me here, and I'll go and see how the others are doing."

Evan rode his horse all the way along the direction pointed by the mountain, and soon found a cave. The entrance of the cave was treated briefly, but it could only hide some beasts with poor eyesight.

The blood elf peeled away the vines and branches used for camouflage at the entrance of the cave, and then saw two corpses——

The corpses of two guards holding each other tightly.They had been dead for more than half a day, but they were still standing stiffly in place, and the expressions on their faces could no longer be discerned.

They firmly blocked the entrance of the cave, and a corpse inserted a long sword into the crevice, supporting it like this, just like the people still guarding the cave.

Evan tried to open his fingers, but he was too stiff to move out of the way.

Evan took a deep breath and said in a low voice: "Thank you, I'm here to find out if there are any survivors inside..."

He saw that the narrow bronze medals still hung on the bodies of the guards—the identification badges of patrol guards, the only thing that was recovered and sent to the family after their death.

Evan took off the two bronze medals and put them in his arms.

"Who...who is outside?"

At this time, Evan heard a human voice coming from inside, and immediately responded: "I am Evan Paladin, and I am here to look for survivors. How many of you are there? Can you still act?"

"Your Excellency the Paladin!" A shout of people immediately sounded like boiling inside, and there were about seven or eight fishermen hiding inside.

Hearing that Evan was outside, people immediately rushed to the entrance of the cave—the two guard corpses that Evan could not break apart outside, were gently pushed inside, and immediately fell down without a sound.

The fishermen didn't know how long they hid here, waiting for Evan's face in the night, almost tears filled his eyes, and Evan was surrounded by endless voices, and the latter could hardly hear what anyone said.

When they calmed down, Evan suddenly saw the shadow of a person struggling to move at the end.

Rose and Tim's father, Connor, whose leg injury was supposed to heal gradually, but now seemed to be more serious, moved slowly at the end of the crowd leaning on a branch, looking up at Evan.

With tears in his eyes, he asked at the first sentence, "Where's Rose? Where's Tim?"

Evan sighed lowly and said, "Tim is cursed, we are trying to find a way. Everything else... is getting better."

Without saying a word, Connor leaned tiredly against the cave wall, sighed slowly, and then coughed violently.

Evan counted the number of people, and there were eight people including Connor, all of whom were fishermen.

Evan took time to look at the fool sitting on the boulder. This time, no matter what he said, Gao Shan refused to go with him, and sat stubbornly on the boulder looking at the sea, not even going to look at Evan.

The paladin reluctantly led the survivors back to the village, and saw two people sitting on the only bonfire in the village that was lit.

Hewitt and Sethis sat by the bonfire, and the atmosphere looked a bit solemn.

Unknown, Evan comforted the survivors for a while, and then came out and sat by the campfire to watch the night with them.

"Sethis, why are you here?" Evan asked.

The monk heard the words and replied: "I... I made a decision not long after you left. Your Excellency Paladin, it is not of much use for me to follow them back to Moa City. I think maybe I am more needed here... these survivors need me, You also need a priest, Your Excellency, and if you are to deal with an evil mage, you will need the help of divine magic."

Evan couldn't help but glanced at Hewitt, even though he knew that the "evil mage" in the monk's mouth meant Gray-robed Gray, the culprit who caused all this—not Hewitt.

Hewitt fiddled with the bonfire indifferently: "Mr. Brother, you can manage these fishermen well. Evan and I will set off alone tomorrow morning."

"but……"

In the middle of Sethis's speech, Hewitt interrupted him mercilessly, and said coldly: "Don't think this is a child's trick. Mr. monk, your magical spells like 'cure minor injuries' It’s useless, you follow us to face a great arcanist, you’re going to die, not only die, but also easily become a drag bottle, understand?”

His sharp words undoubtedly hurt the self-proclaimed cultivator. Sethis wanted to say something several times, but finally swallowed it back: "I understand, Mr. Silverfire, I... first go to see the survivors." us."

Sethis walked back into the room behind him, and Evan looked at his back and couldn't help sighing: "Why should you be so harsh on him, Hewitt, he's only 17 years old."

"You are too tolerant of him, Evan. This will encourage him to overestimate himself. If you leave him with a little hope, he will find a way to get over it...and die easily." Hewitt said lightly.

Evan heard that he was not angry, but was just using some means to scare away the young monk... Maybe the original intention was to protect Cesis from danger.

The paladin shook his head helplessly, and thought inexplicably: This team is really difficult to pull... The mage can't reveal his identity by hiding his name, the druid forced the priest to apologize or he would not come out of the mountain, the priest is more stubborn than a child...

Thinking about it, Evan sighed again.

He began to miss his dear comrades-in-arms. After so many years of getting along with each other, they still had some small fights... However, even the small fights have now become something worth remembering.

In the long dark night, the crackling sound of the bonfire is monotonous and sleepy.

Evan heard the prayers of the monks from inside the house, and the wailing of the fishermen whose families had been destroyed gradually stopped.

There will still be painful sounds intermittently.

Meanwhile, Hewitt took out a blade from his sleeve, put it near his mouth and blew it leisurely.

The author has something to say: Evan: I can't handle this team!One and two are uncles!

Hewitt: I have a solution.

Evan: What do you want to say, the two of us play together, so we don't want to play with them?

Hewitt: ...so I like talking to smart people.

Evan: ...for saving saliva?

Hewitt: Hmm.