The moonlight suddenly shined brightly, not completely uniformly, like a grid, leaving patterns like talisman arrays on the ground.
Dots of blue and white light began to flash in the originally dark woods. They were already familiar - the eyes of the moon zombies.
The villagers prepared for the next attack. It's now.
"Let us in quickly! Otherwise, you will suffer too!" Stewart glanced back, and then shouted rudely at the members of the religious association. His judgment was still sharp. The Bochi official team behind him reacted and started shouting after him.
The people from the Religious Federation were obviously more concerned about the situation here, and they leaned over to Nese and the red-robed mage who were frozen together.
Following another crackling sound, the red-robed mage let out a muffled groan. The hand turned into a soft rubber glove.
The red-robed mage didn't answer anything. His face was pale, sweat dripped down the deep grooves on his nose and cheeks, and his body shook convulsively, as if he was dying.
But Nesse just squeezed his hand.
There was a hesitant cheer from the Poch official team. They all thought he had won. The problem is about to be solved. This master with a soft heart and powerful magic is on their side, at least for now.
Most importantly, even if someone were to track down who was hindering the important mission of the Religious Federation, they would not be blamed.
I am afraid……
Nese grabbed the crushed orb. The red light on the orb had lit up before, and the signal had been sent.
No one made any explanation, but he knew very well.
At the other end of the signal, Ufa Ufa must be secretly weaving a spider web to hunt him. At this moment, he must be energetically blinking a row of colorful compound eyes, crawling this way along the trembling of the silk thread.
The people in red robes stirred up and surrounded them. From the corner of my eye, I could see the moon zombies approaching on the moon marks—some of them were even dragging a cart.
What is the trolley for?
There was no time to think, things took a turn for the worse so quickly.
The signal to Ufa Ufa was sent, and the moon zombies followed their footsteps again.
It was even difficult to say, "I should have thought of it earlier." Because there was no time for him to think about it.
"Everyone come in with me."
Nese grabbed the red-robed mage and clamped his throat with his hands. His voice was like a boulder hanging over everyone's heads, casting a shadow. "Open the door."
"You...what are you doing!"
The red robes stared at him in shock and fear.
"You tell them."
He picked up the red-robed mage with one hand, held him in the air like a rag doll, and shook him.
He heard gasps and saw someone's hands groping around his waist. He glanced sharply - the man's face was pale and his movements paused.
They dare not. Nese thought.
He didn't even need to cast a holding spell.
right. He must be like a demon now. Evil ghost. Evil ghost. That's what he looks like.
The red-robed mage kicked his legs in the air, and even the people in Bochi's official team shrank back and fell into a terrifying silence.
"Don't you understand...cough! Cough!" The red-robed mage was placed on the ground, coughing lifelessly.
"Hurry up," Nesse said.
The muscles on the red-robed mage's face twitched, and he half-closed his eyes as he glanced at his subordinates and gasped: "Listen to him... listen to him first."
The command is issued. The red robes moved like ladybugs.
The closed door was quickly opened, and everyone retreated into the quarry.
Nese dragged the red-robed mage and set up defenses as he walked.
Everything is easy and his hands will not tremble with his heart.
He fell asleep with a spell book in his arms since he was a child. He never played with marbles in the sun, and never wasted a second catching insects and teasing birds. He couldn't swim, drive a carriage, or talk and laugh with his companions, but he did recognize many crops—— From the book.
While an adolescent boy of similar age was peeping on a girl taking a shower, he was kneeling on the cold floor of a tower studying ancient elven literature and the history of the evolution of the Twelve Gods. He had not been spanked, but his palms had been spanked several times. Nearly disabled for the first time. No one comforted him for it. He is seventeen years old, but his joints hurt like a sixty-year-old man when it rains, even if he has a new skin.
He didn't part ways with them just now, he parted ways with them long ago.
He is an evil spirit, an evil spirit, an evil spirit.
Energy flows from his fingertips, forming a perfect barrier, like precise shapes that only exist in geometry books.
Anyone who sees it will be amazed. These spells are perfect, these seals are perfect, and he will not let every thin thread deviate from its supposed position under any circumstances. This is the only thing he is 100% confident about, and this is the only thing that will never go wrong.
If he wants to climb a peak, this is the only peak he wants to climb, so the demon teacher's intention can resonate with him, and his direction is the direction of his soul.
There was silence as people kept their distance from him but did not dare to get too far away. They are afraid. Of course he knows. Even Stewart didn't dare to talk to him.
He kidnapped everyone.
Oddly enough, he felt at peace with that now.
Nese estimates how much the moon zombies will grow.
The strength of the defensive array is just right, and with a 15% buffer left, we will definitely be able to survive the night.
The villagers would be kept outside, the red robes of the Religious Federation and the members of the Bochi Public Service Team would be locked inside, and no one would be able to persecute anyone else in front of his eyes.
"Go in."
He walked to a dark warehouse and said to the red robes. He threw the leading red-robed mage in and used the restraint technique to tie him into a red roll like a blanket.
As the red-robed mage let out a faint groan, everyone became more docile.
The men in red robes scrambled into the warehouse, and Nese knocked on the door frame everywhere. The curse pattern appeared and the door was firmly sealed.
"Um...this beloved teacher. Isn't it a little bit...that we treat the civil servants of the Religious Federation like this...after all, everyone is out to do things...they also have special approval..."
Salter appeared next to him again, this time looking at the ground and speaking in a low voice.
He grabbed the beautiful hat and held it tightly to his chest - as if he wanted to become one with it.
The others huddled behind the demographic officer, a familiar look of panic in their ever-changing eyes.
"You guys go in too."
Nesse pointed to the warehouse opposite. His voice was like something hanging high above their heads, harder than their heads - they must be able to feel it twice as much.
There was the same doorway in the warehouse opposite, which was equally dark, and filled with the same smell of soot and saltpetre.
"We? What? Us?" Stewart blinked nervously, "We are with you."
"Go in," Nesse said.
"Cooperate. Cooperate with everything you said!" Shisolt hurriedly took the lead and got into the warehouse. Others in the official team also hurriedly entered.
Nesse slowly sealed the doors and windows.
They should not even think about persecuting each other. Only he is the one who holds the spear of persecution, and only he can persecute these people.
Because he is an evil spirit. Evil ghost. Evil ghost.
