"Nascote Village, Wollaston Village, and Gardiner Village, these are the three villages closest to Ixtal from the Amaranthin Coast. Judging from the intensity of Bilgewater's Haunting Night attack, Without the assistance of sea monsters and sea beast priests, it would be difficult for the Ixtal people to survive in the black mist on their own."
In the afternoon, Lester, who left the ship, said goodbye to the boatman and rode a horse to go eastward under the mountains. In the woods that were not easy to walk, one could see the Ixtal people fleeing from the east. .
After casually grabbing a guy who seemed fairly reliable and asking about the current situation, Lester frowned and watched the fleeing villagers of Gardner Village leave.
"So, Nascote Village and Wollaston Village have been swallowed up by the black fog. The Gardner Village, who knows the news, is relocating the villagers under the command of Elder Marvin."
The situation does not seem optimistic.
Continuing to go against the flow of people, Lester speeded up and arrived at Gardner Village.
Most of the people in the village have left, leaving only some old people who are not easy to move and are unwilling to leave. They gather together and refuse to get on the carriage board. Yuenta, who has had a relationship with Lester, Elder Almavin was earnestly persuading several elderly people from Gardner Village to leave with him. Apparently Angelia's retreat order had arrived at the border village before him.
Noticing Lester who jumped off his horse, Marvin did not bother to continue to dissuade the somewhat stubborn old man, and took the initiative to step forward and bow.
"Good day, distinguished Lord Lester, I didn't expect you to arrive here so quickly."
"No need to be polite, Elder Marvin, what is the situation now?"
After patting the restless horse, Lester noticed that there was a strange black-green mist in the eastern sky, and he felt prying eyes in the mist.
"After receiving the order from Queen Yuen, I began to organize the villagers to evacuate the border. Unfortunately, the black fog came too quickly. Before my people could enter Wollaston Village, Wollaston Village was lost in the strange black fog. During this period, I originally thought that the villagers of Wollaston Village were in danger, but later I learned that many people were rescued by a foreigner named 'Tulsi'.
Tours insists on entering the black mist again, but I can't persuade him, so he can only come to Gardner to organize the evacuation of the villagers. The black mist is now slowly moving here, and most of the villagers have already evacuated here..."
Having said this, Elder Marvin glanced helplessly at the elderly people behind him and sighed deeply.
"No, there are only these few elderly people with limited mobility left who refuse to leave no matter what. They insist on living and dying with the village. This is a drag on the trip. But if we leave them behind, how can we bear it?"
"Okay, let me solve this matter."
Keeping the name Turs in his mind, Lester took Aatrox from his back, picked up the evil and domineering sword and walked straight towards a few elderly people.
Seeing the unkind attitude of the visitor to Lester, several old people felt nervous. They didn't know who the young man in front of them was. They couldn't help but cast their hopeful eyes on Elder Marvin behind Lester. Elder Marwen also responded in time. Make an introduction for Lester so that no one offends Lester.
"Ahem, this is Lord Lester, the most noble Yuntar elemental envoy from Ixtal. This time, he is here to investigate the Black Mist invasion under the order of Queen Yuntar. No matter who it is, he must do so unconditionally. There must be no mistakes in obeying Lord Lester’s orders.”
The leader of the old man glanced longingly at the sword that was as tall as two of his own, swallowed hard, and still didn't dare to ask why the great elementalist didn't take Susuo, but carried a sword that looked like Just fierce heavy weapons.
Are you sure this isn't the Sword Master Ixtal?
"As you can see, I am the great elemental envoy of Ixtal. I am here to take charge of the black mist invasion. If I am offended, please understand."
He casually smashed the chattering Aatrox onto the stone bricks at his feet. A small crater was made in the hard stone bricks. The tip of the sword was inserted straight into the depths of the floor tiles. The rippling dust made him feel uneasy. A few old people who were stable began to play tricks.
"Before the black mist is defeated, no living person can be left in Gardner Village. All people swallowed by the black mist will become part of the power of the black mist. I will never allow the power of the black mist to become stronger again... Don't do this Look at me, what I mean is that if you want to stay, just lie down on the ground. As long as you become dead before the black fog comes, it will be fine. Don't worry, I am proficient in elemental magic and I will definitely not make you feel pain. .”
There is no pain. Your head turns into a rotten watermelon when you use elemental magic. How can there be pain?
But isn’t there something wrong with this big element carrying a big sword?
Not daring to delve deeper, the old man stepped back half a step and bowed.
"Uh, come... Lord Lester, I believe you are proficient in elemental magic. We understand and are willing to cooperate with your work... Old guys, I think we should believe that Lord Lester can repel the black mist and stay in This place will only cause trouble for Sword Master Lester...er, I mean, it will cause trouble for the Great Elementalist."
"Ah, yes, yes, you old guy turns out to be sensible, so I said we should leave."
"Lord Leicester, there is no need to send him off, we will go on our own..."
Several old people climbed onto the carriage board in a panic. Elder Marvin winked at the coachman, who understood and drove away.
Staring at the big sword embedded in the floor tiles, Marvin took a deep breath. It should be reasonable for the great elementalist to be good at big swords, right?
"Lord Leicester, what should we do next?"
Squinting his eyes, Lester said calmly.
"Tell me about Turs."
…
Deep in the village of Wollaston, Turs and Edgar are facing the harassment of more than a dozen ghosts.
"Gather your thoughts, with your hatred of evil and darkness, and release them through Kitty in your hands!"
Using another holy stone weapon [**] to cover Edgar who was standing still, Tours was a little anxious. Logically speaking, Edgar's talent should be able to activate the holy stone easily. Unexpectedly, after entering But it never succeeded.
"Lord Turs, I don't quite understand. This is just a short stone stick. How can it emit holy light?"
He tried channeling magic and stared at Kitty in his hand, but Edgar couldn't make the thing in his hand erupt with deadly light like Turs.
"I believe you can do it!
You must also believe in yourself. Without courage and determination, you cannot use holy stone weapons! "
Nowadays, Tours also regrets his too reckless behavior. He believed too much in Edgar's talent because of Edgar's outstanding performance. His too stupid and naive ideas directly put himself and Edgar in danger. If his left hand was not injured, a person could still cope with it with two guns, but now his left hand is injured by an arrow and cannot use the holy stone weapon. It is no longer possible to perfectly deal with the increasingly violent ghosts with only one hand.
This is only the village of Wollaston. If it were the deeper village of Nascote, there might be more terrifying monsters, and there would be no way to deal with them at that time, unless Edgar also knew how to use the holy stone weapon.
Tours tried his best to divert Edgar's attention by talking.
"There are two ways to expel the black mist. One is to kill most of the ghosts and evil spirits in the black mist. The other is to find the source of the black mist and use holy stones to dispel the source of the black mist. Edgar , try to imagine the scene where you exorcise ghosts, Kitty is the premise for you to do everything, use Kitty to aim at your target, and use your will to wash away the evil!"
Just as the two were locked in a bitter fight, heavy footsteps came from the depths of the black mist, and strange deep breathing like a fat butcher's snoring hit Tours' heart like a heavy hammer. He finally understood what was going on. Who is the next enemy?
"The Hungry Butcher!? Shouldn't this kind of monster only exist at the source of the black mist?"
His expression changed, Turs turned the muzzle of his gun, pointed it in the direction of the footsteps, and fired several rays of holy light.
The holy light that formed a continuous line dispersed the black mist along the way, but was blocked in mid-air by a huge single-edged machete. The invincible holy light was annihilated by the dark energy on the machete on the spot, and had no effect. any effect.
Before the billowing black fog blocked his sight again, Edgar also saw the enemy illuminated by the holy light - it was a tall pig-headed man with a size of two and a half meters. The pig-headed man had a fat and strong body and carried a hand in his left hand. He was wearing half a broken thigh dripping with blood, and holding a rusty bone-cutting machete in his right hand. He was only wearing a somewhat tattered apron, covering his high and bulging belly.
The eyes of the pig's head were shining with bright green light, and the pig's mouth was full of disgusting, jagged tusks, with fresh flesh and blood and organ fragments hanging on them. It was obvious that it had just had a feast.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Accompanied by strange and heavy breathing sounds, the invisible hungry butcher launched a charge in the black mist, trampling on the ground.
"what should we do?"
Edgar didn't expect that in addition to the terrifying ghosts, there was such a desperate monster in the black fog, and he was a little at a loss for a while.
"Run back! I'll deal with it!"
Ignoring the other ghosts hiding in the black mist fighting guerrillas, Tours took a deep breath, raised his rifle and fired repeatedly.
"Hululu~"
The pig-headed man who rushed out of the black mist raised his machete in front of him. Most of the holy light attacks were blocked by the machete. Only a small part of the holy light hit the pig-headed butcher. In the anxious '呲呲' There was billowing black smoke in the sound, and Edgar, who was running away, vaguely heard the painful wail from the soul. Looking back, he saw the pig-headed man kneeling on the ground with his face covered, struggling to bite the flesh of the thigh held in his left hand. In just two bites, the thigh was reduced to white bones, and it looked like it had been severely injured.
Turs knew that the pig-headed butcher looked like he was in pain, but in fact he was not seriously injured at all.
Panting, he put down the holy stone weapon** in his hand. The mentally exhausted Tours sat on the ground and calmed his breathing. The continuous attacks consumed him most of his physical strength. His holy light was good at dealing with ordinary ghosts and ghosts. The ghosts of the mist disappear without a trace, but it is difficult to fight against the half-human, half-ghost black fog monster with a physical body.
In addition to the attribute of restraining the black mist, everyone's Holy Light has different characteristics. Generally speaking, only Holy Light attacks with [Armor Breaking], [Severe Injury] or [Corrosion] attributes can really hurt the Hungry Butcher. Otherwise, such a large monster would have to use ordinary holy light attacks to wipe out the butcher's soul that keeps him moving in order to completely eliminate the butcher. His [Extreme Speed] and [Quick Recovery] just couldn't cause effective damage to the butcher.
“Hulu…hoho!
! "
After fully absorbing the human flesh and blood, the butcher stood up from the ground with his machete, raised his head, and the pig-headed man let out a deafening roar, then moved his feet and rushed towards Edgar, who turned around and ran away again.
More than a dozen ghosts went crazy and attacked the two people under the orders of the pig-headed butcher, hindering Edgar's escape speed. Turs raised his arm with difficulty and killed him with the energy of the holy stone that had just been restored. The dozens of ghosts that flew towards him were unable to fight against the hungry butcher who raised his machete. There was nothing he could do about the outcome Edgar was about to face.
At this moment, the only one who can save Edgar is himself.
Even if he could successfully activate Kitty, the holy stone weapon, Edgar would not die under the knife of a hungry butcher.
"Edgar!
! "
Turs's hoarse call was heard in his ears. The young hunter pointed at the pig-headed butcher with the stone stick in his hand. He watched helplessly as the butcher raised his machete. Edgar could even smell the disgusting smell in the butcher's mouth. The smell of meat and blood made her brain dizzy, but Kitty remained unresponsive to the stone stick in her hand as if she was dead.
[If I can't avoid this attack, I will also become the food in this monster's mouth]
Time seemed to slow down, and in an instant, Edgar seemed to have returned to the moment when the black fog had just descended on Wollaston Village. The ghosts in the fog wreaked havoc, snatched away his father and mother, and dragged him into the depths of the black fog. Never seen again, no one knows whether they are alive or dead. The villagers disappeared into the black mist one after another. There is no place for mortals in this disaster.
The Black Mist was an enemy that even Elder Yuntar and the Ixtali Elemental Mage couldn't deal with, but he had the possibility to fight against it. In the end, he couldn't do anything because of his incompetence, which was too sad.
Recalling everything he had experienced, an unwillingness lingered in Edgar's heart.
[I shouldn't be like this, and Wollaston Village shouldn't end up like this. It's all because of these hateful monsters... Turs gave me the opportunity to join the Light Sect to fight against the Black Mist, but I didn't take advantage of it. Live, if I were to die like this, I would rather give up struggling from the beginning. What should I do? I just want to kill these monsters]
Suddenly, the hunter had a feeling of limb extension. This was a power transformed from anger and unwillingness. With hatred for evil and black mist, and a desire for light and order, physical strength and energy were quickly withdrawn. The short gun Kitty condensed in his hand, and the dazzling light finally appeared at the muzzle of Kitty's gun.
"Edgar!
! Hit it on the head!
! "
Turs roared loudly, and his hunting instinct made Edgar raise the muzzle of his gun at Turs's instruction, aiming at the butcher's pig head.
"monster!
go to hell!
! "
