"The sun and the moon...... What is it?" Wahler shook his head in confusion, dispelling all the oppressive fantasies in his mind about the heavy history that Saul had recounted.

Thor didn't answer, standing in the encirclement of the skeletons at the moment, and for some reason, he suddenly remembered Presya again.

If she hadn't opened the door to books for herself, she wouldn't have known how vast the world is, how many possibilities there are in life, and maybe she would have lived her life in ignorance.

"It's time for the chatter to end, or we can find a place to have a drink and revisit these old stories, I don't want to waste a night here and kill nothing. ”

Recently, Hughgoth has developed a new hobby in addition to constantly interacting with the opposite sex, and he believes that drinking is another compulsory subject on the road to becoming a man, in addition to women.

Lorton glanced around, then waved decisively.

"Then let's withdraw, since there is no result, return to the auditorium first, and I will cut it off. ”

The reason why they rushed to the backyard was because everyone intuitively believed that the backyard cemetery was the source of evil.

Although the intensity of the battle tonight was not worth mentioning, in the face of the constantly recovering nature of the skeletons, as Shuggus said, they actually killed nothing except a few carrion corpses for most of the night.

There was no point in continuing to fight, the situation in front of them was far beyond what they could solve.

Handing them to Lorton, Thor and the three of them stood in a row again and began to advance in the direction of the aisle as they had come.

Accidents always come suddenly.

"Hmm!"

After advancing some distance, a low, muffled grunt from behind Lorton suddenly sounded.

The three of them turned back at the same time, their faces full of disbelief.

Lorton was actually injured!

He held a long sword in one hand and a belt around his waist in the other, and the whole person was slowly kneeling down weakly.

The first to react was Valle, who rushed forward to help Loton steady, but was carried to the ground by Loton's heavy body.

Thor and Shogues glanced at each other, shock and confusion passing across each other's eyes.

In the face of an enemy of this strength of skeletons, it can be said that there is no pressure with Luoton's skills, if it is because of carelessness, Luoton's cautious and steady personality should not be.

However, it wasn't just Lorton's injury that was most shocking.

It's only been a few breaths, and Lotton's state at the moment already looks a little wrong, the whole person is sluggish, and cold sweat is breaking out on his gray face.

With Lorton's strong physique and damage tolerance, this is really abnormal, what the hell is going on?

"Hiss~!" The sharp pain from his body made Lorton gasp, as if he didn't even have the strength to speak, and could only barely raise his finger and point in a certain direction.

The three of Thor turned their heads in disbelief, but they saw nothing but a dense mass of skeletons.

"Use fresh ...... Blood...... Enchantments. ”

Gritting his teeth, he finally burst out these words, and Lorton tore open the placket as if he wanted to pull out something, but the next moment his hands slipped weakly, and his head immediately drooped to the side, completely losing his voice.

"Lorton!" Valle cried and shook as he hugged Lorton's neck.

Thor and Shogues, who were distracted by the guards, were nervous at the same time, they and Loton may not have been a lifelong friendship, but they still admired Loton's heroic and upright character after all.

Thor rushed over and crouched down, and after a quick check, he found that it was okay that Lorton had only fainted temporarily.

There are many ways to make a person faint in a short moment, such as extreme shock, severe pain, or a strong blunt blow, but Lorton does not seem to be in any of these situations.

There was a cut on Lorton's waist along with his coat, but it was dimly lit that he couldn't see the depth of the wound, but Thor noticed that the blood coming out of the wound was faintly black, and there was a faint fishy smell.

Thor thinks he may have been poisoned.

Opening the placket of Lorton's robe, Thor quickly retrieved a small scroll, a folded piece of parchment, and a vial of light green potion wrapped in parchment from the hidden pocket on the inside of his coat.

"Hold him and follow me. ”

Thor shouted to Shogues and Valle, and began to turn around and move towards the dry well.

Lotton's condition is not good, and the wound is strange, and the best thing to do is to send it to Newtown immediately for the best treatment, but this is obviously unrealistic and too late.

Thor kept increasing the density of attacks in his hands to open the way, and now was not the time to save stamina.

I thought it would be a relaxing night, but I didn't expect the situation to take a turn for the worse in the last short moment.

What was Lorton's raised arm trying to imply?a formidable enemy?or something else?

All of a sudden, the whole thing was overshadowed by danger and mystery again.

Soon the crowd crossed the cemetery to the wreckage of the carriage, and Thor instructed Shogues:

"Send him down to the bottom of the well, feed him the healing potion and the antidote, the antidote is light purple, you know. ”

"What are you going to do?" Hughes grabbed Thor as he turned to leave.

"I must lure these enemies around me away, rest assured, I'll be back soon. ”

With that, Thor turned back to meet the skeletons again.

During tonight's battle, Lysol had determined that the skeletons had some kind of faint sense, instinctively approaching the living, and would attack as soon as a living creature came within range of their attack.

Rather than rushing into the skeletons alone, Thor stuck to the outer edge of the skeleton army and fought back, drawing most of the enemy into the graveyard.

The cemetery was spacious, and if the battle went well, he could find an opportunity to go back to the bottom of the well. Even if the battle deteriorated, he would be able to escape through the gap under the bars at the edge of the cemetery and into the tunnels, leaving the safety of the Shogues and their friends.

What really bothered Thor at the moment was that there seemed to be some special enemy mixed in with these skeletons, and it was not known if he was intelligent or not.

Judging by Lorton's poisoning, Thor first thought of a snake enemy.

After all, it would not be difficult for a stealthy snake to sneak up on Loton if there was a stealthy snake in the skeleton group, but Thor immediately dismissed this conjecture, because he remembered that the wound on Loton's waist was obviously a laceration from a weapon.

No matter what the enemy is, he must be found, otherwise everyone will not be safe.

Dense skeletons were still pushing and pouring up against each other, and the smell of death and decay seemed to grow stronger in the air.

Whoever they were, they all looked pretty much the same, with a few wilted hairs on their skulls and a few teeth left in their slightly decent mouths.

What is more uniform is their expressions, the fleshless face bones are full of cracks, the eye sockets are dark, the inverted triangular nose holes, and the sometimes biting upper and lower jaws grin sharply along the corners of the mouth, frozen into a strange smile that will never change again.

Suddenly, Thor's expression was stunned for a moment, and his spinning neck suddenly bounced back in a certain direction.

In his abrupt line of sight, a special skeleton was mixed in with the group of skeletons.

It was slightly taller than the other skeletons, with withered hands on one side and a two-handed sword dragging backwards behind it, a cracked skull clasped by an old, rusty, half-overmanned helmet, and its eyebrows that were rolled down to cover the nose and ears on either side.

The skeleton warrior wasn't anything special from the outside, and Thor noticed it because of the two dark hollow eye sockets that pulsed with two small clusters of bright green flames, flickering and flickering, as if he were breathing.

It was these two small bits of flame that made the tall skeleton seem to have an expression, and the whole thing came to life, exuding an aura of extreme danger.

The only relief is that its actions are no different from those of other normal skeletons, neither aggressive nor hidden, and it does not look like it is sapient.

Although he is not entirely sure that it is the culprit that caused Lowton's injury, Saul feels that it is very likely.