In his sight, a black shadow came quickly towards Grove. He subconsciously turned his head. The black shadow brushed his shoulder and the strong wind caused his hair to dance wildly.
A heavy thump sounded behind him, and he quickly glanced back, then broke out in cold sweat, and his muscles tightened instantly.
It was the half body of a guard in the city lord's territory. His eyes were wide open. Even to his death, he still couldn't believe what he had witnessed. The fine iron sword in his hand was broken by a strange force, and the armor blades on his body were shattered.
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The explosion coming from the front made Grove turn his head. Directly in the direction of Moulton's front door, a dazzling light shot straight into the sky, like a sharp blade in the dark night, and the invisible light curtain squeezed the surrounding bones.
, with the sound of explosions, Grove clearly saw a large number of corpses and spiritual bodies being destroyed by this blow.
"Spiritual bodies are often afraid of light magic."
This is the knowledge that schools and rulers of various regions popularized from top to bottom after the magic wave began.
Perhaps due to his years of careful handling, Grove spent a lot of money to purchase an armor and a long sword with dual attribute enchantments. For this reason, he once carefully asked Solon if he would provide financial support, but he replied
His was a cold "no".
Although he didn't know how long the magicians, adventurers and ordinary guards in front of him could hold out, the keen sense of smell he had honed by wandering in dangerous areas for many years made Grove feel that the situation was not good - there were too many corpses.
They came in overwhelming numbers at night, and the four-person-high city wall of Malton City was easily climbed under the human ladder built by the zombie tide. Grove could only describe the scene when they fell into the city on a large scale as "all mud and sand", and
The spirits were like wisps of smoke screaming across the roof, spreading fear.
The people who woke up from their dreams walked out of the hut in a daze. What they saw was the flickering phosphorus fire in the darkness, and the shrill and terrifying screams all over the sky. There was chaos all of a sudden.
Grove spread his legs and ran as fast as he could, struggling to find his way back home through the chaotic streets. He subconsciously wanted to burn the letters that had not been cleaned up, as well as the important messages sent for the Solon check over the years.
Overview, but after a few seconds of fussing, he froze, angrily slapped himself twice, and cursed, "What are you doing, what are you doing!"
Find out the armor and long sword that he treasures and store in the cellar, accurately control your load, and carry a few magic crystals that will not excessively affect your movement speed. Finally, choose among the many potions that can protect your body to the greatest extent.
A few bottles of your own life.
Listening to the increasingly chaotic sounds on the street, with screams, wailing, crying, and crazy laughter mixed together, Grove felt as if he was in a place ruled by demons in mythology.
He picked up the bag and was about to open the door and leave. He stopped again. Trembling all over, he followed the voice that kept calling in his head and put the certificate of working for Solon into his bag.
In the face of death, even the weakest person will fight hard for survival. When Grove went out, he saw a thin middle-aged man holding a sledge against a skeleton. However, his strength was so weak.
The skeleton's hands bent his arms little by little. Just when his neck was about to be broken, Grove raised his sword and chopped!
The skeleton shattered in response, and the rich magic power condensed into light, mercilessly burning its remains, and the white bones that struggled to piece themselves together on the ground finally turned into a ball of bone powder.
After confirming that the weapon was indeed effective in dealing with the current situation, Grove found the right direction and fled.
The screams behind him followed like a shadow. Grove, who was once a hunter, had never been so agile in his life. While trying not to touch the ordinary people who were also running away, he accelerated as hard as he could. At this moment, he was only grateful.
I didn't listen to the black-hearted magician's advice and bought a pair of enchanted soft-iron boots. Those boots would definitely hurt my feet when running, and they were not as useful as leather boots.
All the fleeing people flocked to the west gate of Morton City. The bluestone road that they instinctively passed by was overcrowded. At this time, there was no order at all. In order to get closer to the city lord's residence at the west gate,
Some strong men actually kicked the old man down and let him become the food for the chasing zombies, effectively slowing down their pursuit.
Grove was stunned for a moment, and before the young and powerful man noticed it, he cut off one of his foot soles with a sword.
"Ahhhhhhh! You don't have to die well, you don't have to die well!"
However, Grove had already run far away, and his desperate howling only attracted a wave of corpses that came like a swarm of insects.
Grove followed the footsteps of the fugitives and rushed halfway, when a strange feeling arose in his heart.
He suddenly recalled a hunting trip when he was young. When he was checking the bear trap, he was startled for no reason, and then his whole body became cold. He ran away in fear. Even though he had no idea why he did this, his body seemed to
He took away control of his brain and forced him to execute this instruction.
Just after his young self ran a few steps, he suddenly saw a tall monster walking leisurely out of the bushes in the distance.
He saw through the little trick of the bear trap, and instead squatted in the bear trap, turning into a hunter and waiting for the arrival of the poor guy who claimed to be a hunter.
"Why...do you feel this way?" Grove's body seemed to recall that moment.
"Could it be that?"
A terrifying thought was born in his mind, and the dazzling fire that suddenly rose in the city lord's mansion confirmed everything.
The magicians in the Morton City Lord's Mansion struggled to deal with hundreds of spirit bodies. However, these extremely dexterous bodies without bodies kept dodging in the air, causing the magic spells released by the magicians to fail.
As one magician after another timidly retreated, cracks soon appeared in the originally formed enemy formation.
"They have no intention of letting anyone alive leave the city!"
Grove, who was aware of this fact, quickly understood the source of the fear in his heart. He looked up again and looked around. There were clearly a large number of spiritual bodies floating in the sky in the distance. There might also be wandering corpses squatting around the outside.
Taking out the only two scrolls, Grove used one without hesitation, applied wind magic to himself that could temporarily increase his speed, and rushed to the west city gate.
This place has been lost, and the guards who are still fighting have already collapsed, and they are just relying on the violent energy in their bodies to resist.
"Fight outside the city gate, they want to annihilate us!"
"This plan must be because we are afraid that our actions will be known to the surrounding city-states, so we must take precautions. We must escape and warn!"
Grove wanted to shout this, but when the words came to his lips, he changed his words.
"The only way to survive is to break through the city gate. Holding tightly is really a dead end!"
In the chaotic scene, Grove's loud voice suppressed the noise around him. For a moment, the desire to survive caused the magicians and guards who were still fighting to turn around.
After a beam of light magic repels a large number of zombies along the way, Grove used his last acceleration scroll.
Everything is just for surprise. Even the other party cannot expect that someone will physically crash into the tide of corpses before an escape route is opened. Ordinary people will only be torn apart by bones and rotten corpses, and turned into a ration.
However, Grove has enchanted armor. The light and earth attribute enchantments purchased from the magician for a large amount of money can give him the courage to fight head-on.
He saw that massacre of the city was inevitable, and that it was sheer fantasy to deal with such a huge undead army with Morton City's average combat power, which was probably less than sixth level. The only way to escape was by taking advantage of the chaotic situation.
Grove made a bet. He was betting that the equipment he had worked hard to save up and was criticized by other messengers for being mentally ill and that the equipment he bought worked well. He was betting that the black-hearted magician did not give him a big blow in terms of quality!
"boom!"
Grove's flesh and blood body hit the pile of corpses, and the armor instantly released a soft white light, gently wrapping him up. A pair of invisible hands kept away the white bones and rotten corpses that were coming around him.
Such a hard squeeze created a small crack in the wall made of corpses.
The magicians who were still trying to blow up a path quickly followed after seeing this magical scene, trying to use Grove to escape together. However, a large number of spiritual bodies falling from the sky crashed into their bodies, and they only felt that
As soon as his thoughts condensed, his body became involuntarily sluggish for a moment.
In just a moment, the bones jumped up and grabbed them floating in the air in an incredible way. One after another, the bones climbed up the rock to form a huge tower of bones. They just held them one after another in the air.
The magician was strangled to death.
It was also this moment of change that gave Grove a glimmer of hope. He struggled to break out of the tide of corpses and ran towards the distant valley with the help of his acceleration magic.
The spirits that seemed to be controlled by others left the magician's main battlefield one after another. Together they formed a white mist and approached Grove at extremely high speeds.
At the same time, behind the spirit body were two members of the Black Corpse Society in black shirts. They used everything they had to cover everyone's mouths as if they were chasing escaping flies.
This endurance race of chasing and escaping came to an end at a cliff. The wall of death composed of spiritual bodies slapped Grove's body hard, and his thoughts were almost torn apart, and he could not stand.
Stable, he just fell into the dense forest below.
The spirits were reluctant to let go, and under the control of the chasing Black Corpse Society members, they all floated towards the dense forest under the cliff.
"Sure enough, he's not dead yet!"
Seeing a black shadow flash past in the distance, the Black Corpse Society became furious. They used magic to strengthen their spirit bodies, and they were determined to kill the fleeing bug even at the risk of losing control.
The spirit body traveling through the dense forest avoided numerous obstacles and locked onto its target one step ahead of the Black Corpse Society.
A huge explosion resounded through the dense forest, and the trees instantly caught fire and fell down. In the thick smoke, the targetless spirit body hovered in the sky, roaring blankly.
The black corpse would come in a hurry. After seeing the broken armor, the broken sword, and the remains of flesh and blood on the ground, he cursed bitterly: "Troublesome scum, you won't let us get the body until you die."
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"Anyway, we have completed our mission. We picked up the things and told them that the siege of Malton City was successfully completed and there were no survivors."
A whole day and night, near dusk, under a tree not far from the explosion site, the soil loosened, and a pair of dirty hands carefully poked out, and then a head.
He carefully observed his surroundings, and after hearing the cheerful chirping of returning birds without any discordant interruptions, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and jerked his body out of the soil.
Living like a clay figure, the shirtless Grove was still trembling all over until now, everything was too suspenseful.
He carried two bottles of potion, one was a flammable and explosive substance that an unknown alchemist obtained from a merchant in Broken Gold City, and the other was a magic potion that could hide and breathe under the soil.
Everything was prepared in advance. Grove, who had always thought that one day his identity as a messenger might be exposed, prepared an escape route for himself. He purchased a flesh and blood doll for this purpose and hid it in the dense forest so that he could escape.
If necessary, fake death and escape.
He thought that his enemy might be the Dawn Territory or the Theocracy, or even his companions who might be chasing him when he was leaving Solon one day, but he never expected that he would save his life in such a terrifying situation.
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Thinking about it carefully, all the savings he had earned over the years were basically used to prepare for life-saving matters, and he had basically no savings. In the past, he would always ask himself...are all these efforts worth it?
Until now, he suddenly wanted to shout proudly, "It's worth it!"
But in an instant, his pride disappeared instantly.
Grove suddenly found that he had nowhere to go. He had planned to completely ruin it tonight and no longer work for Solon's losers. He was so arrogant that he was so cowardly. Now that he had experienced the baptism of life and death, and his mood suddenly became brighter, he couldn't help it.
Willing to go back to eating grass again.
In his forties, alone and penniless, half his life had passed but he had never had a goal of his own in life. Grove was at a loss...
I have escaped, but where are I going and where can I go?
"Join the Theocracy?"
Crossing the snowy mountains now is tantamount to seeking death. Furthermore, the core of entering the Theocracy is to believe in religion, and he is not interested in the God of Glory. A person who has prayed to the God countless times to save his parents and sisters has received no response.
People will not believe in a statue that has not shown real miracles.
No matter how brilliant the doctrine is, it cannot compete with "You have never saved me, why should I believe in you."
Suffering has long washed away Grove's religious piety. He hates those empty words and is only willing to accept the reality.
"Commit yourself to Zeniel and Tanya?"
Returning to the embrace of Solon? But in Grove's eyes, Solon is Solon. Whether it is Tanya who is now supporting the Awakeners or the domineering Zenil, they are all bound by that land.
People, and he rashly defected to... being suspected and jealous, how much of the rest of his life could be wasted by these people.
After Grove finished the process of elimination, an answer was ready to come out, which made his heart pound.
He remembered the summary of information he had produced when escaping, as well as the information he had received from Solon's messenger...
Although the gluttons in the Dawn Territory are terrifying, their Lord Sigrid seems to be a reasonable person, and based on the information he has, this Lord is always approachable in his daily shopping...
Looking back on everything that happened last night, Grove felt closer and closer to that choice.
Since you have bet so many times, why not... bet again?