If it weren't for this very conspicuous flag, I wouldn't believe that a considerable number of the corpses lying on the ground were Romans, because they didn't wear the chain plate armor unique to Rome at all, on the contrary, more were simple chain mail, and the helmets on their heads didn't have the Gallic helmets of the original Roman legions, I really can't imagine that these ghosts died in hell thousands of years ago again, So where will the soul of his soul wander?

This kind of world has left me with too much incredible, but the only thing I can be sure of is that what I see here is probably the first layer of hell or the first layer of hell, I don't believe that I did a great deed to save people's lives before I died, as the saying goes: saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter! Doesn't it matter if I do anything like that? Besides, I haven't done anything evil in my life, no matter how Lord Yama calculates, this account can't come to my head!

"Hey, Hades! I'm a seventh-level floating slaughterer! You can't and won't do anything to me! ”

Hey, just looking up to the sky and roaring, startled the crows around him to fly wildly, and the whole person's mood was much more relaxed at this time, and I puffed up my chest with great energy, a picture of not doing bad things and not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. But once again, the wound in my abdomen came with a tearing pain, like a basin of cold water, which extinguished my spirit.

"Okay, okay, you won, can't I admit defeat!"

I smiled wryly and leaned on my flagpole crutches, and I really couldn't imagine that if I met a Roman soldier who happened to be passing by, and they saw me coming with a crutch that seemed sacred to them, they would rush up and dismantle me. Then I really know what it's like to be a ghost when I'm dead. Could it be another dimension, or maybe this is the only way to go to the next level of hell!

"Help! Anyone? Help me! Help me! ”

The sudden screaming pulled me back to reality, still in a very peculiar language, speaking English and not English, maybe Latin, and ironically I could still understand what he was saying. I hurriedly looked around, and in the pile of corpses on the lower left side of the hillside, there were a number of wild dogs, gathered in a semicircle, staring at the corpses as if there was something inside, and the sound came from there.

So, there are still living people, phew, living ghosts?

I was thrilled to hear this voice, and if I could save him, I might know what was going on from his mouth, but there were so many wild dogs in his place, and I was afraid that I would rush forward so recklessly, and the meat on our bodies would be enough to feed the damned animals. But is it too cruel to leave that poor creature here and ignore it?

No, no, the blood of justice is boiling, maybe this is my test?

I leaned on the flagpole, carefully moving down step by step, approaching the man, my eyes searching for vantage points, my mind spinning desperately to find a way to save him and escape. Soon, I found that the man was not far away from the river, the Lechuan River, about ten meters away.

"It seems that the only way to do this is to try to take risks!"

At this time, my heart was pounding, and there was no certainty about life or death before it was all over, and I really didn't know if I would have the courage to dance on the tip of this knife anymore after all, this animal is more ferocious than a man.

The wild dogs lowered their bodies, and those who had seen the animal world knew that this was a preparation before the attack. I saw the man in front of the wild dogs sitting in place, and he desperately waved the iron sword in his hand to try to intimidate the wild dogs, so that they did not dare to move forward because of fear! Wild dogs, this is a very cunning and cruel meat eater, such a flawed defense, the cunning predator has long caught his flaws, and does not care at all to swing the silver iron sword back and forth, at least the sword is much sharper than their fangs and claws.

"Ahh Yes! Help me! Help me! ”

The poor creature was obviously panicked, his left hand supporting his body, squirming backwards like a worm, and his right hand swinging his iron sword frantically slashing at the air in front of him, which was stupid, because he was wasting his physical strength needlessly.

"Hey! You shut up! Save some effort. ”

I couldn't take it anymore and yelled, trying to silence the panicked idiot a little. I don't know why, but I can speak their language fluently, is this my own function in the underworld?

It was too late to wonder why I was so powerful, for I soon realized that my voice was causing me trouble, and the wild dogs quickly pricked up their ears and looked at me.

It seemed that my own retreat was blocked, and I hurriedly drew my iron sword, and slowly walked behind the fool with the flagpole in my left hand.

"Oh, oh, thank God, you really are the angel that Jesus sent to save me!"

The man didn't look back, but I could tell from his tone that he was so excited that he was sobbing.

"Oh, you can shut up, they're all people who have been dead for a while, what's there to panic about at this time?"

Because of my appearance, the group of wild dogs was suddenly a little overwhelmed, maybe there was a large piece of fat meat, and they were so surprised that they didn't know how to divide it. It bought me a lot of time.

"Ha, indeed, being able to survive this purgatory-like battlefield is really no different from dying." The stranger sat still and stopped retreating, gasping for air, as if it had taken a lot of effort to swing the iron sword incessantly. Now that I have finally found a place to rely on, I am no longer as stupid as I was just now.

But is it really like such a strange wretched creature? Obviously not, a large group of sturdy wild dogs, two wild ghosts still have a breath left, if the wild dogs show that we are vulnerable, I am afraid that we will become skeletons at sunset. I tried to move, but as soon as I tried to exert myself, my abdomen hurt so much that I could barely exert my strength.

"Take the iron sword, wait for me!"

I said to him, tearing a thin strip of cloth from a corpse next to me, the wound didn't have time to be stitched up, and I didn't have the technique, so it was better to tie the outer chain mail first, at least it could stop the bleeding a little.

The man turned around at this time, and he saw the terrible wound on my stomach, and the flame of hope that had been burning in my eyes was quickly extinguished. I threaded the strip of cloth into the gap of the chain mail little by little, like sewing a hole in a sock, back and forth, and the pain of tightening it made my forehead covered with beads of sweat.

"If I really can't do it, you can leave me alone, my leg is injured, I don't want to drag you down!"

The man said, moved his leg and motioned to show me, it turned out that he had been hit by an arrow, and the sharp arrow pierced his thigh, probably not hurt the blood vessels, and I did not see that his leg had symptoms of heavy bleeding.

"Shut up, I'm here, if you don't want to drag me down, then what are you shouting?"

After enduring the severe pain, I finally tied the broken part of my abdomen, and once again grabbed the flagpole to support myself to stand up!