A black shadow came quickly towards Grove in his sight. He subconsciously turned his head. The black shadow brushed against his shoulder and the strong wind caused his hair to dance wildly.
A thumping sound sounded behind him, and he quickly glanced back, then broke out in cold sweat, and his muscles tightened instantly.
It was the half body of a guard in the city lord's territory. His eyes were wide open. Even to his death, he still couldn't believe what he had witnessed. The fine iron sword he held in his hand was broken by a strange force, and the armor blades on his body were shattered. .
The explosion from the front made Grove turn his head. Directly in the direction of Moulton's front door, dazzling lights shot straight into the sky, like sharp knives cutting through the sky in the dark night, and the invisible light curtain squeezed the surrounding bones. , with the sound of explosions, Grove clearly saw a large number of corpses and spiritual bodies being destroyed by this blow.
"Spiritual bodies are often afraid of light magic."
This is the knowledge that schools and rulers of various regions popularized from top to bottom after the magic wave began.
Perhaps due to his cautious and cautious approach over the years, Grove spent a lot of money to purchase an armor and a long sword with dual attribute enchantments. For this reason, he once carefully asked Solon if he would provide financial support, but he replied His was a cold "no."
Although he didn't know how long the magicians, adventurers and ordinary guards in front could last, the keen sense of smell he had honed by wandering in dangerous areas for many years made Grove feel that the situation was not very good - there were too many corpses.
They came in overwhelming numbers at night, and the four-person-high city wall of Malton City was easily climbed under the human ladder built by the zombie tide. Grove could only describe the scene when they fell into the city on a large scale as "all mud and sand", and The spirits were like wisps of smoke screaming across the rooftops, spreading fear.
The people who woke up from their dreams walked out of the hut in a daze. What they saw were the flickering phosphorus fires in the darkness, and the screams and screams all over the sky. There was chaos all of a sudden.
Grove spread his legs and ran as hard as he could, struggling to find his way back home through the chaotic streets. He subconsciously wanted to burn the letters that had not yet been cleaned, as well as the important messages sent for the Solon check over the years. Overview, but after a few seconds of fussing, he froze, angrily slapped himself twice, and cursed, "What are you doing, what are you doing!"
Find out the armor and long sword that he treasures and store in the cellar, accurately control your load, and carry a few magic crystals that will not excessively affect your movement speed. Finally, choose among the many potions that can protect them to the greatest extent. A few bottles of his own life.
Listening to the increasingly chaotic sounds on the street, with screams, wailing, crying, and crazy laughter mixed together, Grove felt as if he was in a place ruled by demons in mythology.
He was about to open the door and leave after carrying his bag. He stopped again. Trembling all over, he followed the voice that kept calling in his head and put the certificate of working for Solon into his bag.
In the face of death, even the weakest person will fight hard for survival. When Grove went out, he saw a thin middle-aged man holding a sledge against a skeleton. However, his strength was so weak. The skeleton's hands bent his arms little by little. Just when his neck was about to be broken, Grove raised his sword and slashed!
The skeleton shattered in response, and the rich magic power condensed into light, mercilessly burning its remains, and the white bones that struggled to piece themselves together on the ground finally turned into a ball of bone powder.
After confirming that the weapon was indeed effective in dealing with the current situation, Grove found the right direction and fled.
The screams behind him followed like a shadow. Grove, who was once a hunter, had never been so agile in his life. He tried his best not to touch the ordinary people who were also running away, while speeding up with all his strength. At this moment, he was only grateful. I didn't listen to the black-hearted magician's advice and bought a pair of enchanted soft-iron boots. Those boots would definitely hurt my feet when I ran, and they were not as useful as leather boots.
All the fleeing people flocked to the west gate of Morton City. The bluestone road that they instinctively passed by was overcrowded. At this time, there was no order at all. In order to get closer to the city lord's residence at the west gate, There were actually strong men who kicked the old man down and let him become the food for the chasing zombies, effectively slowing down their pursuit.
Grove was stunned for a moment, and before the young and powerful man noticed it, a sword cut off one of his foot soles.
"Ah ah ah ah ah! You don't have to die well, you don't have to die well!"
However, Grove had already run far away, and his desperate howling only attracted a wave of corpses that came like a swarm of insects.
Grove followed the footsteps of the fugitives and rushed halfway, a strange feeling rose from his heart.
He suddenly recalled a hunting trip when he was young. When he was checking the bear trap, he was startled for no reason, and then his whole body became cold. He ran away in fear. Even though he had no idea why he was doing this, his body seemed to He took away control of his brain and forced him to carry out this instruction.
Just after his younger self ran a few steps, he suddenly saw a tall monster walking leisurely out of the bushes in the distance.
He saw through the trick of the bear trap, and instead squatted in the bear trap, turning into a hunter and waiting for the arrival of the poor guy who claimed to be a hunter.
"Why...do you feel this way?" Grove's body seemed to recall that moment.
"Could it be that?"
A terrifying thought was born in his mind, and the dazzling fire that suddenly rose in the city lord's mansion confirmed everything.
The magicians in the Lord Morton's mansion struggled to deal with hundreds of spirit bodies. However, these extremely dexterous bodies without bodies kept dodging in the air, causing the magic released by the magicians to fail.
As one magician after another timidly retreated, cracks soon appeared in the originally formed enemy formation.
"They have no intention of letting anyone alive leave the city!"
Grove, who was aware of this fact, quickly understood the source of the fear in his heart. He looked up and looked around again. There were clearly a large number of spiritual bodies floating in the distant sky, and there might also be wandering corpses squatting around the outside.
Taking out the only two scrolls, Grove used one without hesitation, applied wind magic to himself that could temporarily increase his speed, and rushed to the west city gate.
This place has been lost, and the guards who are still fighting have already collapsed, and they are just relying on the violent energy in their bodies to resist.
"Fight outside the city gate, they want to annihilate us!"
"This plan must be because we are afraid that our actions will be known to the surrounding city-states, so we must take precautions. We must escape and warn!"
Grover wanted to shout this, but when the words came to his lips, he changed his words.
"The only way to survive is to break through the city gate. Holding tightly is really a dead end!"
In the chaotic scene, Grove's loud voice suppressed the noise around him. For a moment, the desire to survive caused the magicians and guards who were still fighting to turn around.
After a beam of light magic repels a large number of zombies along the way, Grove used his last acceleration scroll.
Everything was just for surprise. Even the other party could not imagine that someone would physically crash into the tide of corpses before an escape route was opened. Ordinary people would only be torn apart by bones and rotten corpses, and turned into a ration.
However, Grove has enchanted armor. The light and earth attribute enchantments purchased from the magician for a large amount of money can give him the courage to fight head-on.
He saw that massacre of the city was inevitable, and it was completely foolish to deal with such a huge army of undead with the combat power of Morton City, whose average rank was probably less than sixth level. Only when the situation was chaotic could he have a chance to escape.
Grove made a bet. He was betting that the equipment he had worked hard to save and was criticized by other messengers for being mentally ill and that the equipment he bought worked well. He was betting that the black-hearted magician did not give him a big blow in terms of quality!
"boom!"
Grove's flesh and blood body hit the pile of corpses, and the armor instantly released a soft white light, gently wrapping him up. A pair of invisible hands kept away the white bones and rotting corpses that were coming around him. Such a hard squeeze opened a small crack in the wall made of corpses.
The magicians who were still trying to blast a path quickly followed after seeing this magical scene, trying to use Grove to escape together. However, a large number of spiritual bodies falling from the sky crashed into their bodies, and they only felt that As soon as his thoughts condensed, his body became involuntarily sluggish for a moment.
In just a moment, the bones jumped up and grabbed them floating in the air in an incredible way. One after another, the bones climbed up the rock to form a huge tower of bones. They just lifted one after another in the air. The magician was strangled to death.
It was also this moment of change that gave Grove a glimmer of hope. He struggled to break out of the tide of corpses and ran towards the distant valley with the help of the acceleration magic.
The spirits that seemed to be controlled by others left the magician's main battlefield one after another. Together they formed a white mist and approached Grove at extremely high speeds.
At the same time, behind the spirit body were two members of the Black Corpse Society in black shirts. They used everything they had to cover everyone's mouths as if they were chasing escaping flies.
This endurance race of chasing and escaping came to an end at a cliff. The wall of death composed of spiritual bodies slapped Grove hard on his body. His thoughts were almost torn apart and he could not stand. Stable, he just fell into the dense forest below.
The spirits were reluctant to let go, and under the control of the chasing Black Corpse Society members, they all floated towards the dense forest under the cliff.
"Sure enough, he's not dead yet!"
Seeing a black shadow flash past in the distance, the Black Corpse Society became furious. They used their magic power to strengthen their spirit bodies, and they were determined to kill the fleeing bug even at the risk of losing control.
The spirit body that shuttled through the dense forest avoided many obstacles and locked the target one step ahead of the Black Corpse Society.
A huge explosion resounded through the dense forest. The trees instantly caught fire and fell down. In the thick smoke, the targetless spirit hovered in the sky, roaring blankly.
The black corpse would come in a hurry. After seeing the broken armor, the broken sword, and the remains of flesh and blood on the ground, he cursed bitterly: "Troublesome scum, you won't let us get the body until you die." !”
"Anyway, we have completed our mission. We picked up the things and told them that the siege of Malton City was successfully completed and there were no survivors."
A whole day and night, near dusk, under a tree not far from the explosion site, the soil loosened, and a pair of dirty hands carefully poked out, and then a head.
He carefully observed his surroundings, and after hearing the cheerful chirping of returning birds without any discordant interruptions, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and jerked his body out of the soil.
Living like a clay figure, the shirtless Grove was still trembling all over until now, everything was too suspenseful.
He carried two bottles of potion, one was a flammable and explosive product that an unknown alchemist obtained from a merchant in Broken Gold City, and the other was a magic potion that could hide and breathe under the soil.
Everything was prepared in advance. Grove, who had always thought that one day his identity as a messenger might be exposed, prepared an escape route for himself. He purchased a flesh and blood doll and hid it in the dense forest so that he could escape. Fake your own death and escape if necessary.
He thought that his enemy might be the Dawn Territory or the Theocracy, or even his companions who might be chasing him when he was about to leave Solon one day, but he never expected that he would save his life in such a terrifying situation. .
Thinking carefully about the savings he had earned over the years, he had basically used them to prepare for life-saving matters, and he had basically no savings. In the past, he would always ask himself...is all this effort worth it?
Until now, he suddenly wanted to shout proudly, "It's worth it!"
But in an instant, his pride disappeared instantly.
Grove suddenly found that he had nowhere to go. He had planned to completely ruin it tonight and stop working for Solon's losers. Suffering from that cowardly attitude, now that he had experienced the baptism of life and death, and his mood suddenly became brighter, he was even more unhappy. Willing to eat grass again.
In his forties, alone and penniless, half his life had passed but he had never had a goal of his own in life. Grove was at a loss...
I escaped, but where are I going and where can I go?
"Join the Theocracy?"
Crossing the snowy mountains now is tantamount to seeking death. Furthermore, the core of entering the Theocracy is to believe in religion, and he is not interested in the God of Glory. A person who has prayed to the God countless times to save his parents and sisters has received no response. People will not believe in a statue that has not shown real miracles.
No matter how brilliant the doctrine is, it cannot compete with "You have never saved me, why should I believe in you."
Suffering has long washed away Grove's religious piety. He hates those empty words and is only willing to accept the reality.
"Commit yourself to Zeniel and Tanya?"
Returning to Solon's arms? But in Grove's eyes, Solon is Solon. Whether it is Tanya who is now supporting the Awakeners or the domineering Zenil, they are all people bound by that land, and they have rashly defected... Being suspected and jealous, how much of the rest of my life can be wasted by these people?
After Grove finished the process of elimination, an answer was ready to come out, and it made his heart pound.
He remembered the summary of information he took out when escaping, as well as the message from Solon's messenger that he had received...
Although the gluttons in the Dawn Territory are terrifying, their Lord Sigrid seems to be a reasonable person, and based on the information he has, this Lord is always approachable in his daily shopping...
Looking back on everything that happened last night, Grove felt closer and closer to that choice.
Since you have bet so many times, why not... bet again?
(End of chapter)
