"Going beyond the Duke to mobilize troops to evacuate the residents from the Great Cemetery to Thorn City, you must go to the scene to take command in person, and you must let the people see you. Then for the battle mages in the Mage Hall, you only need to notify them, but you must

Remember to make a list of those who have not responded. They are most likely to be infected with the Moon Realm, and it will be easier to clean up afterwards..."

Before the man left, he gave himself detailed instructions on what he should do next.

"It shouldn't take long for me to solve the problem, so the undead who will eventually get out of trouble should not get out of control. Instead, you can make good use of this incident to build momentum for you and remove some obstacles..."

In this regard, he asked with some worry:

"Wait a minute, what if the Duke's ceremony has been completed now, then he is a complete..."

"The complete authority? Ah, this is not something you should worry about... By the way, you take this first."

As he spoke, he took out an ancient horn with a seven-pointed star symbol engraved on it from the crack in space.

Vincent looked at the horn with a puzzled face, and the other party explained to him:

"There is a wide-area soothing undead spell sealed inside, and it has also received the blessing of the Seven Holy Spirits. It can make all undead within a certain range fall into complete silence. If something happens that you can't solve in time, just use it."

The other party's description of the effect of this horn reminded Vincent of some well-known stories in the Blackwater Province. It was one of the many legends about how the wave of undead in the Rotting Moon was stopped a thousand years ago.

Recalling that the man in front of him previously called himself "Judge", an extremely ridiculous possibility emerged in Vincent's mind.

Then he suppressed his excitement and asked:

"Can I ask, what is the name of this horn?"

"Well……"

Regarding this question, William was silent for a while.

This is actually a reward he got in a quest line in the Church of the Holy Spirit. A horn blessed by seven Holy Spirits. When you get it, you can choose to engrave a halo-type spell into it. After blowing it, you can briefly release a

A halo effect that expands the range five times.

Because he was about to advance the quest line "Tide of the Rotting Moon" at that time, he chose the aura effect of "Soothing the Undead" without even thinking about it.

Of course, in hindsight, it was really useless.

All in all, players are required to name this prop themselves after acquiring it, and William also maintained his usual simple naming style and directly named the horn "Kane's Horn".

This interest in naming can be said to be in the same vein as when naming the Judgment Arms, which were numbered from one to twelve according to the chronological order of acquisition.

"Kane's Horn."

William replied.

This answer caused an uproar in Vincent's heart.

The legendary Holy Holy Horn that quelled the tide of the undead, the Holy Artifact that the Cain Order has been searching for for eight hundred years...

"Then you are?"

William nodded and said:

"Yes, I am the owner of this horn."

"Really...really? Is that the real Kane's horn? You are the real Kane..."

Another voice exclaimed earlier than Vincent.

Nezemar, who had just woken up nearby, happened to hear their last conversation. Regardless of her weak state at the moment, she stared at the ancient horn and used her hands and feet to try to get out of the blanket that wrapped her.

Climb out naked.

"cough……"

As a [Sleep] spell was released, Nezemael stopped his movements and fell asleep quietly. William coughed lightly and said:

"You take her back to the Rose Palace to assign tasks. I'll go to the Holy Tomb first and talk about the rest when I get back. By the way, do you have any last words for Simon?"

This question made Vincent silent for a while, and finally he said:

"No."

…………

Time returns to the present.

Vincent, the Bishop and Nezemar stood on the city wall of Thorns City. A line of fire stretched from the city gate to the distance. It was a road sign lit for the emergency evacuation of the residents around Thorns City.

Under the escort of the black-armored guards, the sparse fleeing residents gradually gathered into a somewhat crowded crowd, and entered the city through the gate at their feet with difficulty and slowness.

And in the night in the direction of the great cemetery not far away, a dense sea of ​​countless green soul fires was slowly but surely advancing toward the city gate.

Occasionally, some of the more powerful soul fires escaped from the "ocean" and rushed close to the residents' fleeing team.

The more advanced undead creatures could no longer suppress their desire for the living and rushed over first. But they would soon be sent back to sleep by the vigilant magic swordsmen around them.

Is this what William said "the situation will not get out of control"?

Vincent thought to himself as he looked at the wave of undead that made his scalp numb.

But considering that the man in the legend once calmed down the tide of the undead that was tens or hundreds of times larger than this, maybe for him, this is a state of "not yet out of control".

"After all the residents have withdrawn, we will launch a saturation magic attack on the undead tide. Master-level magic casters who have studied the flame system will be responsible for the densest part."

Thinking of this, Vincent turned around and said to the battle mages behind him.

Only about one-third of the people in the entire Mage Hall responded to his notice.

This ratio made Vincent feel very uneasy.

"Master Vincent, but we alone are not enough to eliminate so many undead. Look, they are almost connected together. There are tens of thousands..."

"Then we must eliminate them all here, otherwise when they all disperse, the surrounding villages and towns will probably have undead problems that will not stop for several years. Now that they are gathered together, it is our best chance

Opportunity."

Vincent said decisively.

At the same time, the bishop standing next to him said:

"It seems that those residents who are left behind will be caught up. Where are they from? Over there at Half Moon Mill?"

There was amber light flowing in his eyes as he spoke.

Vincent also looked in that direction after hearing this, but because he was not a student of transformation magic, he could not use the [Eagle Eye Technique] like a bishop to see clearly what was happening so far away.

"Inform the Demon Swordsman troops to cover them? Or should we open the portal here and pick them up directly?"

Behind Vincent, another Sage Mage with a master-level title asked.

Nezemael on the side shook her head, she stared at the Horn of Kane in Vincent's hand and said:

"No, the Demon Swordsman troops are too far away from there, and there are so many undead gathered together. The strong undead magic will affect the stability of the portal, so..."

She said brightly: "So I suggest you give that horn a try."

Vincent sighed slightly.

Now he had some doubts as to whether the two men, the Bishop and Nezemar, were playing a double act, just to let him test the authenticity of the trumpet.

After all, the fact that William Kane is back now requires a huge "miracle" to prove it before anyone will believe it.

Otherwise, we will be like those false divine revelations in the past.

but……

Vincent recalled the first words William said to him before assigning him this series of tasks.

"Next, your mission is actually only one, and that is to become a hero."

Can an executioner like him still become a hero?

Vincent smiled bitterly and used [Teleport]. With the flash of electric light, he came to the front of the undead wave.

Dust was flying, and the sounds of bones colliding together formed a wave.

Facing the endless tide of undead before him, he picked up the horn.

The distant sound of the horn seemed to echo throughout the Blackwater Province,

At that moment, not only the undead in front of Vincent, but also those wandering in the cemetery, all stopped.

At the top of the city, Nezemar nervously held Kane's icon and stared at the location where Vincent teleported to in the distance.
Chapter completed!