Ram's face was spattered with the soldier's blood, but he couldn't bear to close his eyes. Ampton's swordsmanship was like flashing white light, swift and elegant, without any unnecessary movements.
Another soldier saw his companion fall and immediately drew his sword to fight.
Upton swung his swords together and turned half a circle with the opponent's sword. Then he lifted it and cut the soldier on the back of his knee. The soldier knelt down on one knee in pain.
However, Upton's sword journey is not over yet. As long as the two swords touch each other, his sword seems to attract other people's swords, pressing the opponent's sword body to draw an arc, and accurately hitting the opponent's chainmail. There were wounds left in the gaps.
"Watch carefully, they all wear chainmail, so attack these places."
Apton obviously had plenty of energy to spare. While attacking the guards, he explained basic combat precautions.
After a few moves, the soldier knelt on the ground with his hands hanging down. He could no longer raise his weapon and was looking at Apton in front of him with despair.
Apton walked behind him, looked at Ram with wide eyes, held the hilt of the sword behind his back, and stabbed down hard. Most of the sword went along the soldier's neck and penetrated into the chest.
Then he pumped hard and blood spurted out.
"do you understand?"
There was a strange excitement on Ram's face, as if a man in a miserable life had seen a weapon of revenge.
"Taught me!"
Blood dripped from the sword, without a drop remaining on it. Apton looked at the snow-white sword and sighed.
“I can’t teach because I didn’t learn it.”
Although the sun has been hanging in the sky, darkness is still spreading where the sun cannot shine.
Underground in the ruins of the temple, Jimmy woke up.
Turning over and sitting up, the darkness could not prevent him from seeing his surroundings clearly.
"Didn't I already..."
He murmured, looking at his hands that were as good as before, and the image of Hilpeter coming to criticize him vividly in his mind.
Mixed in with it is the mission of his trip.
He rolled over and stood up, hitting his head on the roof of the corridor.
Carefully moving forward, down, forward again, and down again, he finally reached the location he reached last time.
The stone door was still there, still unopened.
He pushed the stone door with all his strength, and there was a rumble of boulders rubbing against each other throughout the stone building.
After a long time, the stone door finally opened a gap, and light came out from inside, which was extremely dazzling.
The light shone on his arms and gradually burned his skin. He howled and hid in the darkness.
Looking at the wound that was gradually healing, he panicked.
What should I do? I don’t even have a chance to get close to the holy object. How can I get it?
Just when he was at a loss what to do, the sound of footsteps came from the corridor, and at the same time the flickering firelight was reflected.
Jimmy huddled in the corner and watched quietly until a figure wearing a gray cloth robe appeared at the corner.
He held the torch high and looked around with curiosity on his face.
Jimmy carefully moved his body and hid on the side of the stone staircase to avoid being seen by the other party.
He listened quietly. The man's footsteps no longer hesitated, and the sound of rapid kicking echoed in the secret room. The man soon came to the stone door. He looked inside, his eyes and mouth gradually opening wide.
The stone door was only opened to a gap, and the man could not get in. He inserted the torch into the gap between the stone bricks, held the door open with both hands, and bared his teeth.
The light shone on the man, but there was no reaction at all.
Jimmy frowned. He didn't know why. Is there something special about this person?
"Get rich...get rich..."
The man was busy happily, and his whispers reached Jimmy's ears. Now Jimmy just needed to wait patiently.
After working hard for a while to no avail, the man left in a hurry with a torch. After a while, he returned again with a thick wooden stick in his hand.
He inserted the wooden stick into the gap and pried it repeatedly.
With the rumbling sound, the door opened wider and wider. The man picked up stones and placed them under the stick, repeating the previous steps.
The long labor made him sweat like rain. He took off the robe that symbolized his identity and sang some kind of melodious hymn.
Finally, after a roar, the door opened far enough for him to pass.
He cheered, threw away the stick, and got in.
Jimmy waited quietly. Now he just had to wait for the priest to bring the things out.
For the rest, he just needs to wait quietly. The people from the Primus Cult will send a ship from the Valance continent to take him back. In this case, his mission will be over.
He looked forward to the life after his sister was resurrected. He was strong and could work as a dock porter. This job was enough to support two people.
Just as he was thinking about it, a scream came from inside the door. The scream was too high to be human. Jimmy instinctively wanted to look, but was blinded by the white light shining on his face.
He hurriedly backed away, retracted into the corner, and listened carefully, fearing that he would miss something.
"Why! God Hector!"
After a plaintive cry, the door fell into silence.
In the long silence, Jimmy scratched his head.
What's going on inside? How is that person doing? Where are the holy objects?
His vision gradually returned, and now he felt nothing except a slight sting.
Just when he was about to take the risk of being irradiated again to take a look inside the door, a sound of sobbing came from inside.
The sound was getting closer and closer, as if the person just now was crawling slowly.
Finally, from the gap in the stone door, a charred hand stretched out, and in this smoking hand, it tremblingly dragged an ancient wooden box.
On the lid of the wooden box, there is a relief of an eye. The eye has strange cross pupils like the crow following him.
It's a holy object!
Jimmy immediately stretched out his hand, ignoring the pain of being burned by the white light, picked up the wooden box and ran away.
"That's it...let me die...please...please..."
There was a murmur from behind Jimmy, but he didn't want to look back at all. He stepped up the stone stairs and got into the corridor.
"Now, I just need to go back to Antler Mountain and hide!"
He rushed out of the underground of the ruins of the temple and ran limping on the grass, feeling extremely happy in his heart.
The post road was not too far away. He looked around as he ran. It was a long way and it would be best if there was a favorable wind.
His discovery gradually cooled down his excitement, because he found that the few people who saw him from a distance all became panicked and fled in all directions.
Jimmy stopped and looked back with an inexplicable expression. A carriage was making a difficult U-turn on the road.
The coachman stood on the carriage and waved the whip in his hand fiercely. He looked at Jimmy with fear in his eyes.
"how……"
Before Jimmy even uttered the question, he noticed something strange. What he left behind on this dirt road were not footprints at all, but a series of dragging and squirming marks.
