The bone knives of the skeleton monsters are difficult to cut through the carefully crafted leather armor, and the thin bones of the monsters cannot withstand the edge of the heavy sword.
Even so, the skeletons showed no fear. They swayed the green soul fire in their eyes, like a group of ruthless fighting machines, rushing forward one after another, calmly but firmly surging.
Yaro was not merciful, and the crystal sword blades cut in staggered ways, just like a skilled old wheat farmer harvesting his own wheat field. His movements were simple, efficient, rhythmic, and filled with the joy of harvest.
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【Ding! Defeat the enemy, basic swordsmanship experience +13]
【Ding! Defeat the enemy, basic swordsmanship experience value +56]
【Ding! Defeat the enemy, basic swordsmanship experience +35]
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The broken bones continued to splash, and a beautiful bone snow fell on the desert land.
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[Personal level lv22:3866/32000]
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When the experience value approached four thousand, there were no moving skeletons around.
The fat in the body burned rapidly, and streams of heat flowed into the muscles. The feeling of soreness and swelling was forcibly suppressed. The fully mastered knight's breathing method had a particularly significant effect on Yaro, who had not yet become an official knight.
But Yaro didn't wait for complete recovery and turned his head to look at the mound on the side.
"What? Aren't you ready to come out?"
Not long after Yaro finished speaking, two people, one old and one young, walked out from behind the hill and looked at each other.
Suddenly, their footsteps suddenly stopped. They looked at the broken bones strewn on the ground, and then at Yaro's childish face. Their eyes were full of shock and astonishment, as if they couldn't believe that Yaro was actually like this. young.
At the same time, Yaro was also looking at the two people who had just appeared.
These two people are short in stature, and their diet in the past should not be nutritious. The complexion on their faces is not bad, which shows that they usually do not lack cereals. Their skin color is darker... All appearances are consistent with the appearance characteristics of free people, and they are relatively The wealthy kind.
It's just...an old man with a broken arm and a young boy taking him with him. Why would this combination of the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled appear in such a dangerous place?
Yaro looked at their expressions attentively, and secretly speculated in his heart: "They... could they be spies sent by the Fernando family?"
"It's not impossible."
"Last night, the wizard apprentices of the Fernando family attacked, and today they wreaked havoc in 'their pastoral land'. No matter what reaction the Fernando family makes, it is normal."
Just as Yaro subconsciously clenched his heavy sword, the one-armed old man who had been observing Yaro suddenly bowed and shouted flatteringly: "Sir, since you can find us, you naturally understand that we have also arrived not long ago. If you don't like it, your lord , we’ll leave right away.”
Leaving right away?
Is it the truth or a lie?
Many thoughts flashed through Yaro's mind, and he looked at the clothes of the two people again. After a moment of silence, he turned to ask, "Who are you?"
"Sir, we are soldiers of the earldom," the one-armed old man bowed and replied respectfully, keeping his attitude extremely low.
"Us? Soldiers from the Earldom?"
Yaro looked at the old man's serious expression, then looked at the short and thin boy next to him, frowning slightly.
This is an ordinary teenage boy. In Yaro's previous life, he might have just entered junior high school. He might even have been arranged by the teacher to sit in the first few rows of the classroom because of his short body.
But even for children of that size, their bodies were covered with injuries. It was obvious from their appearance that they had encountered a skeleton monster not long ago and had experienced a life-and-death fight.
"What are you doing here?" Yaro asked again.
"Collect the corpses for burial," the one-armed old man was very obedient and quickly explained, "Sir, the monsters gathered here were brought here by us. We originally chose the gorge behind you."
"It's just that we lit a fire later and burned many undead to death. The remaining undead may be afraid of the flames, so they deviated from their original position and wandered here..."
Listening to the old man's narration, Yaro noticed some details that he had ignored before.
First of all, before Yarrow arrived, the undead skeletons were spreading aimlessly.
This shows that they were attracted by something before and then the thing that attracted them disappeared.
When we were cleaning up the undead just now, there were indeed more skeleton footprints on the ground behind us than in other directions.
In addition, many undead skeletons have a little bit of charred black residue on their surfaces. Yaro originally thought it was the carbonization phenomenon caused by the bones being buried deep for a long time, but after careful consideration, it turned out to be more like traces of flames.
Listening to the old man's story, Yaro couldn't help but nodded secretly, "It's clear and logical. It's unlikely that they are spies."
It's just not big, so I can't say it's completely ruled out.
Even if the Fernando family does not arrange spies, it is not difficult to seduce a few people with huge profits.
In any case, it is not normal for such a pair to appear now.
With this thought in mind, Yaro put his sword into its scabbard, with a kind smile on his face, and pretended to be gentle: "So that's it, then I won't waste time, but... you two are not safe here, so I will Let me escort you by the way."
The old man expressed his gratitude again and again: "Thank you for your consideration, sir!"
The boy next to him listened in confusion for a long time. After hearing that Yaro was willing to escort them, he finally reacted and said with a smile: "Great! Brother, as long as you escort us, we will be safe now!"
Yaro smiled and nodded.
Is it safe?
Was it because the old man and I couldn't hear that we were wary of each other in our conversation, or were we pretending to be stupid on purpose?
He was originally a civilian, but he had experienced a life-and-death battle not long ago, and even his companions died in it. How could he still be so naive?
The young man walked up to Yaro in a few steps, raised his neck, and looked at Yaro with admiration, who was a head taller than him, and said very familiarly: "My name is Hami, and this is Dad Charles. Brother, what’s your name?”
"Moon." Yaluoyan replied concisely.
"Moon? Moon? Brother, your name is very nice!" The boy jumped up and down, saying with surprise.
Yaro did not answer, but followed the two of them silently, carefully observing their expressions.
As we got closer and closer to the mouth of the gorge, the boy's joyful mood gradually became suppressed.
When we turned around the deserted mountain pass, a wave of heat quickly swept over us, and our eyes were filled with scorched black.
"Wait!" The old man suddenly became excited, "Hami, look! Here is Leo, there is Elro... exactly the same as when we left, they haven't turned into monsters yet!"
At this time, Hami just pursed his lips, widened his eyes, and looked stubbornly at the several carbon corpses in the ashes.
His eyes were also a little wandering, and his expression was a little dazed, as if he still had some unrealistic fantasy.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
I'm really sorry. Recently, I often go to bed at one or two o'clock in the warehouse.
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