A gloomy, unmanned trade road.
Scattered piles of extinguishing fires scattered in the open space near the trade road.
And the limbs of young people scattered around the fire.
Keel stood here empty-handed. He looked around and found that his field of vision was limited. A little farther away was obscured by the thick night, and only the fire was able to see something clearly.
"Who killed these young men? Me?"
He was a little confused, raised his hands, and found that he was wearing thin clothes, his palms were full of sticky blood stains, and there was a faint wail ringing in his ears.
Keir was a little nervous. Could it be that he killed so many people by himself? In this case, will he be wanted, then caught and beheaded?
He doesn't want to die, there are still many places in this vast world that he hasn't been to.
In a panic, Keir rubbed his hands on his body vigorously, trying to wipe off the blood stains on his hands to cover up the great crime he committed.
But the thin long-sleeved clothes on his body were all covered with blood stains, but the blood stains on his palms were not missing at all.
This made him even more flustered.
Keir suddenly picked up a piece of upper body body from the ground, and threw it into the fire in a hurry, trying to cover up the evidence of his crime. Anyway, there were no other people around, and the body of the person who was killed was gone, and the blood on his hands was not what he wanted to say.
It is said to be the blood of rabbits stained with hunting hares.
Regardless of whether others believe it or not, it is enough for him to believe it. Without evidence, what can others do to him? Right!
But he was afraid of something, just picked up two broken pieces of arms and threw them into the fire, the owner of this arm - a complete head next to the pieces of broken arms - opened his mouth.
"Save... me, save me."
Kiel glanced at it, and although flustered, he still responded angrily: "You are dead, there is no way to save it, shut up now."
But the dead head didn't believe it, and opened its mouth and said, "I...I'm still alive, please, save...me."
Kiel walked over, reached out and fished under the severed neck of the head with his blood-stained palm, and then showed the other person his empty palm: "Look, there is a body under the head of a living person, and your body is gone. How is it possible to be alive?"
"It's all your fault, you didn't... protect... us..."
"Us? Who are you?"
As soon as the words fell, Keir looked around fiercely, and found that there were more broken corpses beside the fires scattered around. Those who had died were either shot by arrows, like hedgehogs or porcupines, or only half of their bodies, like the man in front of them, with their heads all chopped off, not many.
This scene made Kiel sway in a trance, almost fell into the fire beside him, and was roasted to death.
"Did I kill all these people? It's impossible. Why should I kill you?"
It seemed that they heard Kiel's words, and the dead people who were a little further away all spoke one after another, asking Kiel to save them.
This made Keir feel weird: "You are all dead, how can I save you, the blood of the corpse is drained and solidified, what should I do?"
Kiel picked up the head of the dead man beside him, held up its hair and said to the other begging dead people: "Look, you all look like this, even if you use needles and thread to sew the corpse up, it's useless. Besides, I also No needle and thread."
"I beg you."
"I don't want to die—"
"I'm alive! I'm alive!"
Keel looked at the guy who claimed to be alive, and found that the guy still looked whole, but when he hurried over to take a look, he found that the guy had been stabbed with seven or eight holes that could put two or three fingers in. It is also hopeless.
"You're dead too."
"I do not believe!"
Kiel pouted, helped the man up, turned the man's neck, and let him look down at the seven or eight holes in his torso.
"You said, can there be such holes in a living person? You are dead!"
This guy gritted his teeth, shook his head left and right in disbelief, and at the same time questioned Kiel: "Then we are all dead, why are you okay? Those guys can't let you go!"
"Those guys? Who?"
Kiel shook the guy, but the guy suddenly looked behind Kiel with a look of horror!
Turning his head sharply, Keir saw a figure staggering towards him, covered in greasy and dirty animal fur, which probably hadn't been kneaded much, and was simply draped over his body as clothes.
Tall and thin, his face was extremely thin, and his cheeks looked out of shape.
"Dude, who are you?"
Kiel asked tentatively, and at the same time he stood up cautiously, facing the other party.
But the guy who staggered towards him didn't answer, he just roared something in his mouth, and walked towards Kiel unswervingly.
"Keep a distance, don't get close to your friends, or I won't be polite."
Keir squeezed a pair of smelly and blood-stained fists and gestured at the opponent, but the opponent moved closer. At the same time, the blood stains and blood stains on Kiel's fist also twisted, turning into a human face, and his open mouth let out a low growl like the guy who was staggering closer.
"What a strange thing!"
Keir was startled, so he gave up the method of hitting people with his fists. He twisted around and looked around, and hid directly behind the fire, letting the fire block between him and the guy who was coming, as an obstacle.
But the guy unceremoniously waded into the fire, his body was set on fire, and he didn't care, he stretched out his arms and threw himself at Keir.
Keel screamed and dodged, but fortunately, the opponent's movements were slow and mechanical, and he was still incomparable with his dexterity.
But dodging all the time was not a solution, so Kiel had to pick up someone's broken leg on the ground, grab the ankle of the broken leg, and use this thing as a stick, swing it round and swing it at the head of the attacking monster.
Although the man's thighs were thin, they were still thick, and he knocked the strange guy who attacked Kiel to the ground with a bang.
Kiel didn't stop, knowing that one blow wasn't enough to stop anything. So he repeatedly hit the fallen enemy with the broken leg, until the broken leg in his hand was torn in half from the knee, and the guy on the ground was also smashed with his head.
"Whirring whirring."
Keel panted heavily and leaned on his knees to slow down, but obviously he didn't have the time to spare.
Because outside the surrounding fire, one after another strange guys staggered out of the darkness. These guys moved stiffly, and like the dead bodies on the ground, they all suffered more or less fatal injuries.
I just don't know why these guys can move around. The weak guys on the ground who only want to call for help can only call.
"No, come again?"
One is so difficult to deal with, Keir really has no choice but to use his flexible movements to guide these stiff guys to keep moving in the fire.
Fortunately, these weird guys didn't know how to protect themselves, and often rushed towards Kiel in a straight line, causing the greasy animal skin clothes on their bodies to be ignited by the flames when they rushed through the fire.
Turn into a burning Pyro.
But the dead would not roll and howl because of being burned. After these strange guys turned into Pyroman, they still staggered towards Keir with unhurried mechanical steps.
But Kiel wouldn't be caught by them honestly, so he had to lead these guys around the scattered fire, hoping that the flame would eventually burn them to death.
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While running around the fire, Keel noticed that there was nothing in the surrounding darkness. There was a trade road on the north side of the fire, and a dense forest seemed to be vaguely visible.
But Kiel just looked at it, and then shuddered, it seemed that there was something more terrifying waiting for him to approach.
"Don't get close, don't get close!"
Keel said so to himself.
On the south side of the fire, there is a creek. A tall and thin man with a pale complexion stands on the other side of the creek. Every time Keir is closest to it, he beckons for him to pass.
"What did you do in the past?"
Unexpectedly, there was a response to Keir's call.
"Come here... let's... duel."
"Then who are you? Why should I fight you?"
"Who am I? Who am I? Hehe, hehe, you...don't you...know...?"
It was only then that Kiel remembered that although the man was pale, he still had a vague impression that he was a guy nicknamed the White Wall King.
Want to duel it? Isn't that man his defeat?
His subordinates... defeated?
Keir realized something at this time, he almost lost his mind and fell to the ground, asking the strange guys chasing after him to catch him.
"By the way, these people are bandits. They are my defeated generals, um, they were all killed by me."
But why did he come back here again?
"whee."
A small chuckle of jeering was heard by Kiel, but he couldn't find who was laughing at him.
"Who? Come out! Where is someone hiding and laughing, stand up in front of you, and see if I don't beat you up."
Keir pretended to be very powerful, even though he was being chased by more than a dozen figures in embarrassment at this time.
"Woo-hee hee."
The tittering sounded again.
At this moment, Keir suddenly looked at the place where the laughter came from. It was an unlucky guy lying on the ground and broken in two. The voice came from the lying chest.
Keir was not polite, he ran over and kicked the poor half-body guy away, and the broken upper body of the opponent begged Keir not to hurt it.
But Keel wasn't targeting the poor weakling.
Under the broken half of the body was a fat white mushroom the size of a fist, and the canopy shone with green light, which looked like something extraordinary.
"What the hell? How dare you laugh at you, Uncle Keel!"
Kiel was about to crush the mushroom that laughed at him. The audacious thing dared to laugh at him. Although he is a little embarrassed now, it's not like you, a mushroom, can laugh at him.
But when Keir stepped on it, he stepped on a void.
The moment he stepped on the mushroom, it stretched out a pair of fat palms, and lifted itself downwards, exposing several legs and feet made of mycelium. Having more legs means being agile, and several legs stepped forward at the same time, dodging Keir's feet in time.
But the angry Kiel still made the fist-big mushroom dare not laugh anymore, the canopy on his head shone brighter, and the mysterious luminescent lines produced a wonderful effect in the shaking.
Affected by this, Keir wobbled around, as if he had drunk too much, and everything around him was not so clear. Even the painful wailing from a pair of blood-stained palms and a face made of blood stains became blurred and hard to hear.
Just when more than a dozen guys approaching stiffly will stand in place Keel is about to fall down.
Keir's figure blurred for a while and disappeared.
This made the stiff figures at the scene very angry, screaming and beating each other.
And the pale figure in the distance also roared.
In the gloomy darkness around, more roars sounded.
Only the shattered corpses beside the fire sobbed softly: "Save us, save us."
"Please, Knight Kiel."
"Knight Kiel."
Unbelievably weak.
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Eyes opened abruptly.
Keel saw the top of an unfamiliar tent.
The unfamiliar environment made him extremely uneasy. He wondered if what he had experienced just now made him nervous. Kiel opened his palm, and the long sword Hunter stood up directly from the ground beside him, and then the blade came out of its sheath, spinning Fly into Keir's hands.
"Huh, yes, was it a dream? It turned out to be a nightmare. I haven't had it for a long time."
It seemed that he had a reliable weapon in his hand, and Kiel's consciousness came back online, remembering that he was in a newly bought one-person tent.
At this time, the voices of the people outside the tent, walking, and yelling entered his ears.
No, it was only at this time that he recovered from subconsciously ignoring these 'noises' during his nervousness. My body and mind gradually calmed down.
Realizing he had a nightmare, Keel frowned. If it is a nightmare in the previous life, it can also be said that it is caused by too much pressure in life, exhaustion of the body, and the brain is active when sleeping and refuses to rest.
But this is a different world with all kinds of magical powers. Keel, who rarely dreams, let alone nightmares, has to pay attention to this matter.
The last time he had a nightmare was when many surrendered people were killed in Pine Needle Town.
That's when he's put to the test, and there's a strange giant mushroom to the rescue from the nightmare. He frowned, remembering that mushrooms also appeared in this nightmare, but it was different from last time.
He thought about what happened in the secret realm of the shadow of the big bird **** again. At this moment, he felt that he should deal with those guys who entangled him as soon as possible.
"Haunting, bah."
Kiel spat, thinking that those nasty guys would cause trouble for the people when they were alive, and pester him when they were dead. It really has no positive effect at all, and they are doing disgusting things.
Get up, pour some water from the kettle into the small tub to scrub, and Keel walked out of the tent.
Outside his one-person tent, he was no longer alone in the evening yesterday.
The efficiency of the 'Starry Stars' tent grocery store is not built. After the purchase contract was set, five designed simple tents were delivered intermittently that night.
Each of these tents can easily accommodate twenty people, the capacity is not small, and the area occupied is certainly not small.
First of all, the first tent was built not far from the Kiel camp, and it was specially used for the wounded who had not recovered from the previous injuries. Of course, there were also relatives or friends who accompanied and took care of the wounded.
The tents sent later were used by the armed people under Kiel, who was in charge of the battle, as their own things.
Exactly four tops were distributed to the four groups of armed people.
In order to increase everyone's enthusiasm, Keir announced after returning last night that whoever lives in the tent will be responsible for dismantling and assembling. Not only now, but until a suitable settlement is found.
It was early in the morning at this time, and Kiel was busy last night. Fortunately, after he became a knight warrior, he needed a lot less sleep and rest. I don’t know if it is the unique effect of life energy or the improvement of sleep efficiency. As a result, the amount of sleep he needs every day is shortened.
Chewing the hard jerky monster meat in his mouth, Kiel found the priest Batar who got up early and led the believers to pray.
These days, Priest Batar has been lacking the power of Saturn because of treating the wounded, so whenever the time is right, he will gather his group of followers of Saturn who don't know the truth and falsehood, and gather together for group prayer.
Kiel knew that this kind of behavior was very helpful for the priests to recover their divine power, which can be seen from the fact that priest Batar was able to deal with so many wounded before.
"Batar, has Bloodyaster come back? When I fell asleep last night, he hadn't come back yet."
Kiel asks his companions for news.
Priest Batar lifted the amber metal staff and pointed to Kiel's own carriage with the staff: "It's not long since he came back. He looks very tired and went back to the carriage to rest."
After the priest finished speaking, he looked at Kiel strangely: "Your complexion is not good, is it because you haven't had a good rest? Kiel, you have to maintain your own state, and don't forget what your mission is."
Keir said a few perfunctory words. He knew that he was in a bad state. It wasn't that he didn't have a good rest, nor was he in poor health. It was simply that he was entangled by the guys he killed with his own hands.
Fortunately, he has a solution.
Bidding farewell to the priest, Kiel came to his carriage. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com worried that Bloodyaster would be disheveled when he was resting, so he tapped the wooden box board of the carriage with his fingers: "Bloodyaster, you rest Already?"
"Oh, my man, I heard about what you did in the gambling arena last night on the way back."
The curtain of the carriage was lifted from the inside, and Xueyasite walked out with a tired face.
He sat down on the driver's seat, patted another seat beside him, and motioned for Keel to sit up and talk.
"You are so well informed?"
"You should say that there is no news in Dorne that you can't buy a glass of ale. Haha."
Blood Fang picked up his water bag and poured some water into his mouth.
Keel sniffed and found that Bloodfang not only smelled of strong ale and spirits, but also smelled like a woman.
I don't know how this guy inquired about the news last night.
"Tell me, what's the news you need?"
Hearing that Kiel was talking about the mission, Xueyaster suppressed his smile, and said to Kiel in a low voice: "Priest Batar will be upset. I heard some bad news about him."
"About him? Bad news?"
Keir pondered for a while: "Is it about the city of Bolisifa?"
Bloodfang nodded: "It's terrible. And the news is very confusing. I have heard at least four kinds of terrifying rumors about the city of Borisfa."
"No matter how many kinds, tell me, where exactly happened."
Keel said so.
"as you wish."
Blood Fangster leaned on the support pole of the carriage hood behind him and said.
Keel frowned, and began to hear the messy and bad news.