Knight's Guide to Anti-Wolf [Western Fantasy]

Cape Bay, the seaport in the south of the empire is much warmer than that in the north. It is a natural deep-water harbor that is not frozen all year round. In the past, trade was prosperous here, people came and went, and the high and low coastal plank roads were always moored. On big and small boats, the porters on the wharf can always find work to support their families.

However, a few months ago, the Yilunya dynasty of the foreign continent led more than 700 ships and a huge team of 14 crew members landed here. Since then, this young seaside port has completely changed its appearance.

There are still many boats and trees, but they are no longer hard-working porters and strong sailors, but murderous troops. Now, this place has become the central fortress of the expeditionary force of the foreign continent, and all the battle information is here. gather.

When the sun rose three days ago, Xinying brought the latest battle report.

But today, more than a dozen warriors on black steeds put their longbows forward and walked silently and neatly towards the city.

An exquisite coffin was placed between the weapon and the war bow, and was slowly dragged by the carriage.

Before the city gate, there were already people waiting quietly.

A tall beast stepped forward gracefully. It has an elegant body like a white deer, but it is stronger and taller. Its head and neck are naturally raised, but it is not ostentatious. The hair falls naturally, like the king of beasts.

A tall figure jumped off it and landed on the ground without a sound. Then, as if receiving an order, thousands of knights on horses behind them jumped off their horses in unison, kneeling respectfully to greet it.

"Sorry, Third Highness, we failed to bring Thirteenth Highness back alive." The leading knight knelt in front of him, kowtowed deeply, then drew his sword and cut his own throat.

Dozens of knights who came back with him kowtowed at the same time, drinking their swords and killing themselves.

Blood flowed down the uneven land, this is the inevitable way back as a dead prince, and no one is qualified to stop it.

"I will avenge you." The man said slowly, and then calmly walked across the corpses on the ground, led the horse that dragged the coffin, and returned to the city. The deployment behind him respectfully moved out of the way and followed behind him.

The tall beast followed behind him.

Soon, the coffin was placed in the huge temple, and the man stood quietly under the dome without speaking.

"It's been a long time since I saw you so sad." The front hoof of the strange beast lightly stepped on the bluestone floor, reminding himself of his arrival.

"There's one less." The man sighed slightly. He had long linen hair that was as elegant as silk, a resolute face that made countless women scream, and deep eyes that were as black as a starry sky.

"The consequences of the expedition have already been discussed clearly in my hometown." The strange beast walked slowly in front of him. It was not considered a sharp horn, but it was two meters tall, tall and mighty.

"Xian, the tactics I use are the ones that can reduce casualties the most."

"Yes, Your Highness, this loss is just an accident." The strange beast emphasized the pronunciation of the word Your Highness.

"Xian, I want to go to Edinburgh myself." The man said suddenly.

"You are the center of the entire expeditionary army. As long as you are killed, the expeditionary army will fall apart due to the conflict between theocracy and kingship. Those who want to come here are very willing to achieve this goal." The strange beast named "Xiang" said so.

"Just once," the man said.

"Okay." For the two holy ranks who cooperated perfectly with each other, there was basically nothing they couldn't beat.

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Ansu is resting on the griffin.

The place where they live is one of the few intact buildings left in the city.

There were a lot of things to do in the past two days, and of course it was very hard, but because the furniture had been soaked in water for a long time, the humidity was heavy, so the Griffon became Ansu's bed. This mount was huge and soft, Lying on him can be covered warmly with only one wing, and more importantly, he likes to take a bath without any parasites on his body.

But even so, it is difficult to sleep soundly.

Because it's too messy around.

Broken homes, broken cities, the climate is still cold in early spring, civilians can only shiver in the corner at night, or surrounded by a pile of flames, or squeezed together, often the weak patients can't stand it and die, worrying Sad people cry, hungry people pray, there is no quiet time.

So Ansu didn't sleep well.

"My child...don't die...my child..."

The pleas from outside the room kept ringing.

Ansu frowned and turned over.

The griffin covered his wings a little, then buried his head under them.

"Who will save my child—"

The voice suddenly became sharp.

An Su sat up with his messy hair like a chicken coop.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Griffin also raised his sleepy eyes.

An Su's face was sombre, of course he wouldn't say that he was very upset about being disturbed in his spring dream just now.

"If you want to help her, you can go." The griffin yawned and continued to bury its head in its wings. "It's obviously a good person pretending to be an iceberg."

"How can a guy like you understand the importance of a doctor's seriousness?" Ansu jumped out of the window wearing slippers to calm down all kinds of patients without such a face.

Under the corner, a woman was holding her child and crying bitterly. The panic and helplessness was the voice Ansu used to hear when he was an intern.

"Why didn't you take him to the pastor?" Ansu frowned and walked towards her.

"I have no money, and I haven't brought any money out." The woman cried loudly, "I begged the pastor, all the temples have gone, and no one has saved my child..."

"Let me see," Ansu reached out and lit a ball of holy light on his fingertips, illuminating the surroundings.

The sudden light startled the woman, but then she reacted: "Holy light? You are a pastor, right? Save my child..."

"Don't make noise." An Su carefully looked at the child in her arms. The child was only seven or eight years old, his eye sockets were sunken, his entire skin was wrinkled, and there was pale vomiting at the corner of his mouth. I touched his hand again, it was cold, which is a symptom of severe dehydration.

"Is there any diarrhea other than vomiting?" Ansu asked.

"Yes, yes!" The woman hurriedly replied, "Since the afternoon, I have been vomiting and diarrhea, but it is as dilute as water mixed with flour, and I still tremble, and I still feel uncomfortable at first, and now I have been sick for a long time. No more talking."

"Why does it look like cholera?" An Su frowned, but thought that he didn't have glucose and salt for oral rehydration, so he directly used a healing technique.

The effect of the holy light was so powerful that the child's body stopped trembling almost instantly, and his complexion improved.

"Don't give your children unclean water and food. The tableware and drinking water must be boiled in boiling water, and you must wash your hands with hot water. Otherwise, your child will get sick again. Do you understand?" An Su withdrew his hand and touched his fingertips. A little vomit.

"Thank you, thank you!" The woman knelt down and thanked him.

Ansu climbed back to the window, then took out a box from a cabinet, opened the box, there was a very simple microscope on the red cloth, he lit a candle, and made a slice with the filth on his hands.

Then light up the Holy Light to observe.

It's really Vibrio cholerae, look at the long tail like a mouse...

He quickly changed his clothes, tidied his hair, and went to Paris to ask why he didn't listen to him and provide the residents with boiling water.

Paris, who was pulled up from the bed, was also helpless: "We don't have that much firewood."

There are, but most of them are soaked wet, and it will take a day or two before they can be used.

"Just now I found out that someone was infected with the plague." Ansu frowned. "This plague spreads in water. If you don't hurry up, in a maximum of two days, half of your city, including soldiers, will remain. Even less."

"How come, by the way, there are many unburied corpses now." Paris also knew that there must be a great plague after the disaster, "Is there any way?"

"Boiling water, bury the dead and the vomit of the dead, if there is no boiling water, drink it to death and don't drink it."

"It should be fine in a day or two. I'll send someone down to notify you immediately." Paris bowed his head and said, "Thank you for helping me so much."

An Su slapped him casually, turned around and left, never seen such a hypocritical person.

"Where are you going?" The other party immediately got up and took his hand, and said affectionately, "It's getting so late, just rest here with me."

Ansu waved his hand like a sword, and the opponent immediately let go of the scare.

Of course, it was blocked by the man with the golden iris pattern on his body.

An Su retracted his sword. At this moment, he suddenly became alert and jumped out of the window.Paris was also dragged by the guards and jumped out of the room.

In the next second, the whole house collapsed.

Ansu, who had fallen in the courtyard, raised his head. On the ruins not far away, a tall strange beast stood quietly against the full moon.

The knight on it slowly drew out the long sword, bringing out the sword light as cold as autumn water.