It was completely silent. The Valley Town, which originally had few residents, fell asleep as the night fell. Time passed quickly like a gurgling river. Until the moon was high in the sky, the four sleepy guards suddenly shivered. At the same time, Come to your senses. ¡ñ¡Ð, Something is wrong, something is very wrong! Even if they are militiamen without a formal establishment, they perform their duties diligently and never take a nap while on duty. What's more, I was on the night shift now. The time period when I needed to be most alert and alert, even if it was just one time, I actually fell asleep at the same time. This could no longer be described as accidental. Seeing each other's horror in each other's eyes, the four of them instinctively grabbed the whistles hanging around their necks. The rapid and sharp whistle broke the calm. Fran, who had just fallen asleep, hurriedly got up. Without caring about getting dressed, he grabbed the long sword leaning on the bedside and ran out barefoot. Fran, who was already a light sleeper and worried, couldn't fall asleep at all. His wife's comfort did not make him completely let go of his worries. The two administrators of Suling Palace praised him for his amazing intuition, and expressed regret that if it were not for the restriction of human status, he would have been invited to join the Druid. That man, even though he had very obvious Alkin features, Fran still felt something was wrong. It¡¯s not that the facial features are flatter than those of the average Altyn people, but some kind of indescribable feeling. If I have to find an adjective, I can only use relatively close words like aura or inner. Although he didn't open his eyes or look at each other, Fran decided that the man was different, with his almost prophetic intuition. Nina, who was also awakened by the police whistle, only saw the back of her husband running away. Taking the lessons from a few months ago, she did not dare to be careless. She grabbed her clothes and put them on casually, then took out the crossbow placed under the bed. . Carefully and vigilantly, she walked to the open door and was about to look out when a shadow walked into the room without warning. Nina's scalp went numb and she almost screamed. The blue flames burning in the two sunken eye sockets illuminated the room dimly, forming a strong contrast with the dull armor. Not mindless wandering dead skeletons. But above that, the higher-level undead with self-thinking. Fran Nina silently recited her husband's name, and a sharply rising fear instantly filled her heart and mind. The guards who can get past the entrance and the militiamen who patrol all night. It has obviously broken through the most peripheral and basic defenses. This small town with a population of only a few dozen people only has militiamen who have undergone simple training, which cannot be compared with the regular army. In the face of the undead, the only ones who can be called combat effectiveness are the druids of Suling Palace. As a replacement for the centaur Gundreau who died due to an orc attack a few months ago, the glow elf, whose whole body exudes a soft light, proved his strength by repelling the invading orcs on his own when he first arrived. Thinking of this. Hopes that had hit rock bottom were rekindled again. Nina hurriedly broke the window and tripped over a hot and wet object as soon as she landed. Taking a closer look through the candlelight reflected in the room, she saw that what tripped her was a mutilated corpse. The upper part of the head was up to the nose. They were all gone, and blood seeped out from the neatly cut surfaces, soaking the ground in dark brown. From the remaining half of his face, he could barely identify Erwin, the youngest member of the patrol who had only come of age last month. Fran complained many times about being too playful. Completely unaware of the responsibilities he shouldered. The sixteen-year-old child, who was as tall as himself and whose facial features were not fully developed, died just like that. Thinking of the undead at home, Nina ignored the vomiting feeling deep in her throat, climbed up on her hands and knees, and rushed as fast as possible to the Suling Hall a hundred steps away. As long as the druid doesn't die, Suling Palace is the safest place. Unlike living orcs, undead cannot set foot in the realm of life relative to the priesthood. Click. Click, the sound of unhurried footsteps always lingered behind him. Nina didn¡¯t even dare to look back to see how far away the undead was from her. She just ran as hard as she could, using all her strength. Soon! It's almost there. Just turn around this branch. You can see the secret door of Suling Palace But the facts shattered all Nina¡¯s expectations. Her husband, the militia patrol captain of River Valley Town, and his men protected the villagers and confronted dozens of skeletons. What should have been The door of the Suling Hall in the shelter is still closed. "Open the door!" "Open the door quickly!" "Help, I don't want to die yet." "Lord Druid, please open the door and let us in!" Cries for help kept coming. Correspondingly, the militiamen fell one after another. Fran¡¯s eyes were cracked and the corners of his mouth were bitten. Why? The druid who was supposed to protect the villagers refused to save him? Will the Earth Pillar that is supposed to protect the town turn a blind eye? We have always offered sincerely, is it because we are human beings? Just because we are human? "Ah" Another screamFran turned around and saw that it was Becky who was half a year older than Erwin. The undead knight's black sword almost cut him in half, and the blood spurted out covered the child he was protecting. "Becky!" Nina couldn't help but shout when she saw her husband turn around and the undead man confronting him raised his sword. "Be careful! Fran!" Fran, who hurriedly regained consciousness, raised his sword to block, but was still unable to match the brute force of the skeleton knight. He was swept down by the man with his sword, and his steaming intestines slipped out from the scratched wound. The pain prevented Fran from getting up, and he could only watch the skeleton knight who was no different from the god of death walking towards him step by step. This scene completely shattered Nina's mental defense. She couldn't care less about the rows of skeletons standing outside the Suling Hall, or the approaching coldness behind her. All she could see was her husband. At this moment, the closed secret door of Suling Palace slowly opened. Not only the villagers, but also the undead stopped killing. The person who walked out of the door was not a handsome glow elf, but a young human with slightly dark skin. Seeing his appearance, Fran, who was still conscious, felt extremely regretful. Is it really this guy? You shouldn¡¯t hesitate to feel pity for a human being. If I had known it would bring disaster to everyone, I should have stabbed him to death by the river! "Who is this guy?" "Where's the Druid?" "Why is it him?" "It's an insider! He must have brought the undead here!" Suspense and anger replaced pleading, and just when everyone recognized that it had replaced Germany The young man who appeared in Rui was an accomplice of the undead. He raised his hand, and the bright white light gathered and split into dozens of thin rays. It penetrated the fan-shaped entrance of the hall of the dead with lightning speed. of the undead. There was a strange buzzing sound in the ears, like some kind of resonance, and what happened next shocked everyone, including those who were not dead. The withered branches of the secret door regained their vitality, as if the earth had returned to spring, and fresh green leaves sprouted in the blink of an eye. "Thisthis is" Fran sat upright and touched his waist in disbelief. The fatal wound had healed. If the pain was not still there, he would have thought it was a hallucination before his death. "How are you, are you okay?" Nina threw herself on her husband, excitedly touching back and forth where a big gap should have been, and then looked at Fran with a look of astonishment after making sure it was intact. "I'm fine, Nina." Fran, who survived the disaster, hugged his wife tightly, thankful that he was still alive. "Captain" The weak call made the couple turn around. Becky looked for answers inexplicably, "I remember being slashed with a sword, it hurt" "That's right, he was almost split in half. The wound is also there, as if healed. What kind of power is this? Being able to heal the body in such a short period of time, it is not an exaggeration to say that it can bring the dead back to life. The skeleton knight who had killed the villagers to the point of being unable to fight back a moment ago turned into black ash amidst bursts of rustling sounds, and was blown away by the blowing night wind. People looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what happened, as if they had been there before. Everything is a dream. They didn¡¯t come back to their senses until the Druid stepped out of the Suling Hall. "What on earth is going on?" "Lord Druid, was what just now an illusion? Or was it the test you gave us?" The fair complexion could not cover up the paleness of Iris, and he could not say anything after opening his mouth several times. out complete characters. Seeing that something was wrong, the villagers who were asking questions quickly became quiet, and their eyes glanced back and forth between the stranger and the elf. "Thanks to your help, River Valley Town was able to survive this sneak attack by the undead. I would like to express my gratitude to you on behalf of the whole village." Your Excellency, you. The druid actually used such words to a mere human. The villagers were confused and confused. What is the origin of this Altyn man? The most surprising thing among them was the patrol. The guy they carried back from the forest killed dozens of skeleton knights with just a move of his fingers. That was equivalent to the combat power of a regiment of regular troops. Is he really human? Rather than some kind of advanced species that borrows human appearance? The words of the glow elf made Fran stop his "Who are you" from his mouth, but the man seemed to sense his doubts, turned his head slightly, looked at him with a meaningful look, and said with a strange expression His pronunciation spoke the common language in a leisurely and unhurried manner. "Good night, everyone. I am the new Natural Son of the Pillar of the Earth, Belfast." Among the Alkin people of the Horacio Mountains, no one cares whether this is their real name? OrIs ?? a random code name? Everyone was shocked by his claim to be the son of nature, the apostle of the pillars, the spokesperson on earth, and the incarnation of divine power. The appearance of such a big man in River Valley Town immediately dispelled the villagers' fear of the undead invasion. Fran stood up with the help of Nina, and together with others, bowed to the young man who had just introduced himself. "Riverdale Town welcomes you, Apostle of the Pillar." "My lord!" Among the sincere welcome, there was a very different cry. A mother holding a young child in her hands knelt down in front of the young man who called himself Belfast. , asked the unanimous voice of everyone at this moment. "Please save my son." Except for the people here, other villagers have been killed by the undead while they were sleeping. Everyone hopes that the Son of Nature can once again cause a miracle. The young man's eyes drooped, he glanced at the child in the woman's arms, and said in a calm tone: "He is already dead. Even the power of God cannot bring back the soul that has returned to the flow of life." "Ah" The mourning of the bereaved loved ones echoed in the river valley. The town echoed for a long time. (To be continued.)