Painter remembered Hercule's original appearance. People on the street planted two beautiful lime trees, and among the green leaves there were skylarks, gray-winged birds, squirrels and many cats. Through the tree canopy, you can see the weather beacon on the roof and the signboards painted in yellow, pink, red and green. They are scattered high and low, guarding the most prosperous Sombigler Avenue in the center of the city. Sometimes he brings his adventurers here for entertainment, and they can hear the beat of drums, accompanied by the melodious harmonies of Winnie Watts' old-fashioned bagpipes.
"Gone." He whispered.
Small dandelion-like pom-poms floated into the long street and grew into large clusters of flowers, but the original beauty was shattered. All the mercenaries saw the truth: stacked corpses, rotting houses, dilapidated and muddy stone wells, and crows circling above. This frightening scene spread to the shops behind him, and even the surrounding streets had an eerie atmosphere.
A piece of meat stained with purple and black dirt was right in front of the toes. Painter observed it carefully and concluded that it was someone's tongue. He felt like bats were flying in his stomach.
"What happened?" York asked softly, "Lucia, did I go the wrong way?"
"The veiled illusion," the Druid told him, "is supported by the magic in the atmosphere. Once the concentration drops, it cannot continue to be maintained."
"Judging from the scope, they spent a lot of money." Sita commented coldly.
I'm afraid the magic has been around since the first patrols disappeared. Some people plan to keep the secret secret so that no one will notice this factory that produces undead. Painter found evidence to corroborate Eze's statement among the collapsed and crooked buildings. "The temple," he said.
A palace is located in the middle of the street, occupying the position of the garden. It was nearly forty yards high, with a spire as high as a city wall, covered with iron spikes and jagged thorns. Its columns and beams are as silver as white bones, and are engraved with various gloomy reliefs such as angels falling, the sun extinguishing, and floods surging into the sky. Its steps are filled with dark red sap, gargoyles with fanged bat wings squat beside the handrails, colorful fungi grow on both sides of the road, and snakes squirm in the umbrella folds. Regardless of the gruesome details, the construction alone was far from complete in a few days. If the task were left to mortals, it would undoubtedly be a protracted engineering masterpiece.
"The Temple of the Goddess of Death." Someone blurted out.
"The place of rebirth." Only York recognized it. Sita was born two hundred years before the Catastrophe of the Undead, and retains the memory of the disaster predicted by Shiro. "The necromancers of Gavash use them to cultivate corpses and construct evil souls that violate reincarnation." He drew his sword, as if he had no thought of retreating after witnessing the temple. "Suviliya, the goddess of death! They use the temple to worship her and pray for the ultimate blessing."
"I think they are not pious enough." Painter sighed, "Otherwise, when the gift comes, all the necromancers will die, which will save us the trouble." But this is obviously just a wish.
"Something's wrong. There's a cross on the door," Eze reminded.
"Could they still blaspheme Gaia?" Only the Gaia sect uses a silver cross as its symbol. The dwarves discovered that the necromancer had painted the cross black. "Collapse this thing," he muttered, "before I find a sign of blasphemy against the God of Wisdom. I've had enough!"
Sita's eyes lit up: "Collapsed?"
He suspected that York could hear any word related to destruction, no matter how quietly it was spoken. "Or blind your eyes. Don't keep thinking about fighting, you little brat! We can't take care of the big trouble." Painter scolded, "Go with your people to notify Victor and bring the city defense cavalry. It's solved. This street, the chaos in Yotsuye City should stop." The dwarf thought for a moment, "There are also detection stations, let them perform their duties! What about the 'Nightingale Nemesis', kept there just to wait for death? Catch the culprit. ! It’s really a hell to get to this point. Is the astrologer one step ahead in blindness?”
"The detection station was captured first." Druid Eze said, "Dead people are not fools. Such a big movement was not only concealed from the eyes of mortals with magic, but also spread the magic potion from house to house. If the detection station is still operating, then It’s all a joke.”
No wonder, the dwarf thought, otherwise Victor would have paid more attention to the city defense team's first loss of manpower. The detection station results misled them. As a believer in Surt, the god of wisdom, he vaguely sensed signs of conspiracy. "There must be someone planning it."
"Isn't this obvious?" York blinked.
When this whole mess is over, I'm going to beat him up. "What are you still doing here? Get out of here."
"Oh, I'm just getting ready. Are you planning to stay, Big Nose?"
"Haines and I are equal to ten of you." That's not a lie. Painter has his own mysterious profession, not far from the high level. Haynes was born in Seven Fulcrums and is already at the high level. Not so for York and his young team, several of whom even touched a sword for the first time. The leader of the Knox Mercenary Group is a truly wise man. He arranges for young people to be employed within the city in order to prevent accidents.
"Indeed, they are all brats." The druid interrupted their mutual teasing. He glanced across York's ranks. "No one is reliable. They can't go back, Painter. If we break the illusion, the undead will not react. Now Yotsuba City is full of these things, and it is too dangerous to spread out. Speaking of which, we are likely to lose manpower."
"It's just a low-level undead, it's necessary..."
"You have never experienced the White Prophecy." The adventurers were so numerous that the corpse eaters around them did not dare to approach easily, but as the illusion was shattered, the number of corpses began to increase. The druid studied them with a frown. "The place of resurrection is the position of the Necromancer, and only the high-level mystery can support it. He also did the illusion magic."
"Then let's hold these corpses while you go and deal with the Necromancer?"
"I'm afraid I don't have time to take care of you."
Finally, one of the corpse-eaters couldn't stand it any longer. It roared and rushed through the alley, holding out its withered palms. But a bright sword light flashed, and the undead soul was cut into two pieces, and the broken part was burning. In the blink of an eye, the body turned to ashes.
"Have you discussed it yet?" Sita turned around and asked.
…
We were no weaker than our opponents, and he quickly realized that. York stood at the front of the group and easily killed the bold corpse eater. The undead stared at his sword in fear, heat transmitted through the air, forcing them to flee.
Elemental life always gives birth to new individuals from old ones. There are records of these corpses in Sita's memory, but they are not his personal experience. It never occurred to York that the feared undead could be afraid. "Ran?"
"How can I put it, the undead also have souls. It is reasonable to be afraid." Archer Gray said. He tried to pull the string, and the targeted corpse eater actually hid his head behind a wooden door. "But it's really strange. I thought they were just not afraid of death. I didn't expect them to be afraid of other things."
York thought for a moment. "The undead will die a second time, but the fatal conditions are different from those of living people."
"Can we beat him?" Barb wanted to know.
"Of course I can. It's hard for you to tell."
"Then where should we escape?"
York didn't answer immediately. He first considered rooftops and ruins, where there were many obstacles and sufficient cover, but he could not be sure whether there were enemies hidden in the ruins. The alley is not bad, as long as you protect the head and tail, no one will be left behind... But in the end, thinking about escape routes is not what he is good at. If I have the opportunity to burn my enemies to ashes, I won't turn it down.
"...None of them are reliable," Eds Haynes commented. The words were harsher than imagined. "They can't go back, Painter."
There are corpse-eaters elsewhere, too, York suddenly realizes. The alleys are too narrow and the roofs are uneven! My approach was too taken for granted. But if there is time to discuss countermeasures, it is better to let the enemy reduce its numbers. We didn't necessarily lose in the first place.
"Before you finish speaking, the battle is over." He said to the two old mercenaries, "Why don't I go over first and collapse that bone house."
"In the past?" Druid frowned.
"Float over." Elemental life has no fixed form, and York is just happy to have a human form. "Then give them some sunshine."
A ghoul rushed over and was shot through by Gray with an arrow. He moved quickly, but Painter immediately yelled at him to back off. Sita dared to say that the dwarves didn't even know their names.
"Back off! Stay out of the way," Painter yelled. He used the hammer handle to push aside a swordsman named Kirk and drove the team outside. "The discussion has concluded. You go south to Knox Bar."
"bar?"
"Maybe there will be someone in the attic... Even if there is no one, the tavern has magical protection, which is enough to deal with the undead. Let's go there again-" The second part of the sentence disappeared. The door of the passing shop suddenly opened, and a man in black robe rushed into the team. Fortunately, although he arrived suddenly, he was not very fast.
Painter threw the hammer and hit him on the head with a thud. The man in black robe was already lying on the ground without even letting out a scream. Blood flowed on the stone slabs.
"There's someone behind you," the druid warned.
The adventurers had no time to distance themselves. A swarm of bats screamed out of the doors and windows, turning the shop into a monster that kept spewing black mist. These tiny flying creatures divided the group like rapids breaking up piles of sand. York heard Painter yelling and yelling, instructing people to protect their heads and faces. But the corpse-eaters also move with the wind.
He couldn't take it anymore. "Get down!"
High temperature and light burst out at the same time, and the bat that could not dodge hit him and instantly turned into soot, floating through his body. Flames fell from the sky, burning along the black mist, spreading up the door wall of the shop, dragging it into a sea of blazing light.
"Chasing Shadows"
The fire was so fierce that the enemies hiding in the house were unable to escape. They let out blood-curdling screams. Until there was a click, the signboard that read "Geneva Perfume Shop" collapsed in the flames, covering all the movements in the loud noise and the sound of beeping and beeping.
I hope I can do the same thing to Su Sheng, York thought, and couldn't help but turn his head and glance at the Temple of Death. But his magic power consumes a lot of money, and it may be difficult to achieve it in a short time.
After their vision became clear again, the adventurers were finally able to gather together to deal with the surrounding corpse eaters. Of course they are not beginners like apprentices, and a few of them are even mysterious creatures. With the help of Painter and Eze, the undead were defeated and sent back. York crashes into the zombies, lighting anyone who comes into contact with him like a candle.
It's not difficult at all. Sita walked around the body of the man in black robe and suddenly saw something ignited by sparks in his arms. wood. Who carries wood with them?
A strong wind blew suddenly, and York was almost blown away. He quickly returned to his human form. At this time, someone used a stick to push his legs.
"Give it to Haynes, York," Painter shouted. "This stuff is poison."
"poison?"
The flames went out, and the Druid descended from the sky, his wings turning back into arms. He looked as if he had discovered dream beans growing in the sewer. Sita didn’t understand what was going on.
"Sovero's Potion," Eds told them, "is an alchemical potion invented by Chester that ignites fire. He died for it. No mortal should ever touch it."
"What will happen if you encounter a mysterious creature?" Needless to say, the fate of mortals.
"Hold on a little longer."
Sita blew sparks from her nose. "Might as well burn it."
"No. This thing is the divine grace spread by the Necromancer. The sample is of great use. I didn't connect it with the chaos in Four Leaf City before, so I accidentally destroyed one. This thing is very rare..."
"You call this rare?" Painter interrupted.
They all looked back and saw the "Rebirth Place" trembling under the dark clouds. The arches and columns have become wider and higher, the bloodstains on the steps have become carpets, and the ferocious reliefs have a strange power that will make mortals terrified at just a glance.
Countless undead souls poured out of it, and there were even teams of men in black robes. They held a large number of wooden bottles and swayed the potions unscrupulously, creating a deep and shallow golden mist around them. It's as if Sauvero is truly a gift from the goddess, costless at all.
"It's getting higher!" Painter didn't have a better perspective to observe the enemy.
"The more dead there are in the city, the higher the place of resurrection will be." Eads said, "until it becomes the anchor point of 'Hell Outpost' in Knox, prompting Garvash to cross the barrier of order." He became anxiety. "You have to inform the commander, but you have no way out."
"If you ask me, you don't need to inform me." He was not blind. But York didn't dare to say this. "Why not take a look at these potions first. They are basically fuel. How to deal with them?"
"Just avoid it," Ezz told them. "Burn them all if you want. Heather, how on earth are these things mass-produced?" He seemed unable to understand.
York doesn't have to think about these issues. He was not a garrison, and he had never experienced the disaster of the undead. The choice before him was very simple. Fire is the nemesis of the undead, fire is the nemesis of Sauvero. I am light and fire.
"Brothers!" He happily picked up a burning stick, "Follow me to the temple and burn down the lair of the undead. Who wants to go?"
…
No one is unwilling. But that doesn’t mean their choices have nothing to do with you. "Maybe this is not your responsibility." Painter could only say this. He pushed the boy aside and crushed a brain brewing magic. "Let's go."
