Soon, two skeletons with long swords walked out from behind the corner at the end of the aisle, responding to everyone's expectations, and then one more carrion and two skeletons appeared in everyone's sight one after another.

They walked stiffly and stiffly, their bones shining pale in the aisle lights.

After surrounding the frightened orphan in the aisle, they raised their weapons upside down with their bony hands, inserted, pulled out, and fell again, numb and repeated, and the carrion directly pounced on and bited.

The faint sound of the blade piercing through flesh was amplified in everyone's hearts, even drowning out the orphan's howl.

This scene deeply subverted everyone's habitual cognition, and also pushed the already wavering fear in everyone's hearts to a new height.

It's as if an old story that has been heard countless times and can be recited backwards has suddenly changed the content unconsciously.

In the past, even the girls of the monastery were not unfamiliar with such things as skeletons, because the cemetery in the backyard of the monastery would have skeletons crawling out of the grave every day before dawn.

They never go too far from their tombs, but only wander aimlessly around in small areas, which is why folk scholars call them 'wanderers'.

The monastery is on duty every day, and the orphans who clean the cemetery will scatter them into a pile with a certain amount of force, and then sweep up the wreckage and rebury it, which is simple and easy, and this act is called 'cleaning'.

For as long as Sol can remember, these skeletons with a weak sense of existence have long been accustomed and accepted by people, and have become a part of everyone's life.

Sometimes Thor wonders if they're still alive, but they can't get out of their own world.

"~~Ah!"

Seeing the fate of the orphan in the aisle, several girls screamed in the crowd behind them, and the poignant and sharp tone made everyone in the auditorium seem to be suddenly relieved from petrification, and the whole scene was even more chaotic.

If it were a monastery in a big town that was attacked by this kind of hostile attack, it might have been a long time ago, and the holy light would have shone brightly, but unfortunately, in the border countryside like Gray Curtain Town, there was only a group of godly sticks who were full of nonsense all day long, swaggering and deceiving under the banner of God.

Almost as soon as they smelled the danger, the clergy, led by the chief priest, decisively dropped the oracle and retreated to the other side of the aisle to find a safe room and hid.

As for the life or death of orphans, that is God's concern.

Only a few frightened bloodless children were left in the auditorium, and some nuns and deacons who had come to their senses first began to slip away from the main entrance of the convent.

Only Thor and the others were calmer, and after a brief shock, Lorton took the lead in rushing towards the skeletons, and Thor and the others followed one after another.

In fact, the moment he saw the enemy, Thor breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Rather than facing other unknown enemies, Thor prefers to deal with these relatively familiar skeletons, after all, he has participated in the 'cleaning' of the backyard cemetery countless times, and he has been a neighbor of these skeletons for a time during the famine.

The enemy tonight is clearly very different from the 'wanderers' of the graveyards of the past.

First of all, these skeletons are no longer limited to the dawn, but begin to appear at night. What is even more obvious is that they have weapons, they come in groups, and they start attacking humans on their own initiative.

Even so, in Thor's opinion, their bones are still stiff, and their slow movements and sluggish reflexes mean that they cannot be classified as a formidable enemy.

If these skeletons and carrion are the town's crisis tonight, maybe it's not as bad as it seems.

Lorton's charge was a good testament to Thor's suspicion, and despite his bare hands, Lorton's burly body smashed the four sluggish skeletons in the aisle into bone shards like a mad bear crossing the border.

After scooping up a longsword left behind by a skeleton, Lorton turned around and slashed the carrion in half from his waist with an easy slash.

"Click. ”

By the time the half-body of the fallen body heard the unpleasant sound of a damp weight falling to the ground, Lorton had already turned and disappeared behind the corner at the end of the aisle.

The orphan in the hallway was too dead to die, one of his wrists smashed by a hammer, his leg torn to a bloody blur, several deep wounds left on his thin chest, blood soaked the ground around him, and the last moment of fear froze helplessly on his face.

It seems that he joined the convent after the famine, and Thor does not yet know his name.

The loss of life is always regrettable, and if he could have been more brave and calm, maybe the ending would have been different.

The world is like this, when danger and accidents come, your choices and responses also determine whether you are qualified to continue living.

Silently picking up a rusty one-handed hammer left behind by the skeletons falling apart, Thor vaguely felt that this blunt weapon with a wide impact surface might be more useful in the rest of the battle.

Shogues picked up a long sword and left the only short sword for Valer.

Well?

Just as they were about to go to support Lorton, the bones at their feet suddenly moved, and the three of them hurriedly jumped away vigilantly.

As if the small stones on the drum surface were shaken, the broken bones bounced strangely on the ground, increasing in amplitude, and finally reunited in the air as if they were being pulled by some mysterious force.

Then, in everyone's sight, except for the rotting corpse, the four skeletons actually stood up intact again.

Resurrection!?

Perhaps this is not the right word to describe this strange scene, after all, these special beings who die and never sleep have long since left the realm of life, but they do stand up again.

Faced with this far more than cognitive scene, Valle retreated into a corner, trembling and overwhelmed, Saul and Shogues were equally shocked, but they were far more mature than their peers in dealing with the crisis.

The two of them raised their legs quickly and calmly, and after a few not-so-effortless kicks, the skeletons were back in a heap.

Feeling the collision of his feet, Thor was completely relieved, although these skeletons were aggressive, their physique was still as fragile as ever.

Judging by this intensity, the reason why the town's warning bell will ring tonight is because of the quantity.

As for the carrion...... Thor noticed that it seemed to be just a newly buried human, and it was no longer recognizable, but it was not completely decomposed, and most of its body had white bones exposed except for a small amount of rotten flesh.

Some accounts of the Dark Wilderness classify zombies as real monsters.

It is said that the flesh and blood of real zombies are relatively intact, the skin is withered and dry, and each zombie is a very powerful guy, and a small number of them even have a certain degree of intelligence.

For this reason, Thor prefers to classify the carrion as a skeleton rather than a zombie.

It seems that tonight's more troublesome thing is the ability of skeletons to come back from the dead, and if these skeletons can be resurrected indefinitely, it means that the only way to truly destroy them is to rely on purification magic.

It's a pity that there are no magicians in a small place like Graycurtain Town, and for ordinary people, magicians have always been a shining profession to look up to.

I heard that there was an old magician in Newtown who was there with two young magic apprentices to retire there, but the elderly mage who suffered from amnesia never came back after a certain trip.

As for the two magic apprentices, they didn't learn anything except that they had improved their skills in laundry and cooking.

With no magicians in the fray, the battle is becoming uncertain again, and Thor can't guess how tonight will end.

"If I were to become something like this disgusting after death, I'd rather never live. Shogues spat at the ground and kicked a skull away in disgust.

Thor turned to look at the other two boys who had followed the aisle at some point, and said to them in an encouraging tone:

"These skeletons are not much better than the wanderers in the graveyard in the past, except for the resurrection trait, just do what you normally do and don't give them a chance to stand up. ”

"Defend this aisle and prove your courage. If the situation worsens, lead the rest of the auditorium to escape through the main entrance of the monastery, or find another safe place to hide. ”

The two boys were from the Loton camp, and Thor was not familiar with them.

Perhaps it was the duel a few days ago that refreshed Thor's impression in their minds, as if they were undertaking some kind of mission, and the two boys nodded vigorously.

Thor's coherent instructions subsided the fear in their eyes, and there was a faint flicker of inexplicable excitement.

Human beings are inherently intelligent beings that are constantly growing themselves, and sometimes danger and suffering can become a kind of wealth.

In the adventure of life without a map, everyone has to learn to face it.

The skeletons apparently came from a cemetery in the backyard, for reasons that are unknown for the time being, but perhaps the clearing in the backyard is now full of such monsters.

There were only a few skeletons in the hallway leading to the backyard, and after being cleaned by Lorton, they were now back on their feet, leaving the supposedly sacred place to spread a strong evil aura.

Thor and Shogues took advantage of the passing to tear them apart, trying to buy a little time for the people in the auditorium behind them.

Rushing out of the aisle into the backyard, the noise over the town feels like you've rushed into some chaotic battlefield.