It was raining and it was heavy.

Bang on the ground.

Barely visible in the rain. It's like the kind of rain they used to have.

No one knew that there were more than a dozen dark shadows approaching outside the town.

They entered, into the town.

A child watching the rain at the door, lying on his own small bench.

Pointing to the vague black shadow in the rain, he shouted, "Mother, look at what it is?" He was greeted by the cursed arrows of death through the rain.

The mother, who was cooking in the house, faintly heard the voice of her child. I didn't really care about it. Only when he was playing outside, and in the house he called for him to come in. Don't get cold outside, that's not good.

I just shouted my son's name a few times, but I didn't see any reaction from him.

And he went out of the house, and let him in.

But as soon as she went out, she saw a dark figure standing in the courtyard of her house, and her son lying in a pool of blood at the door. He still held the small bench he had asked his father to make for him for a long time.

The woman seemed to have forgotten something, and tears flowed out of her eyes.

A heart-rending voice shouted, "Son! ”

She took the kitchen knife she used to chop vegetables, and rushed over without thinking.

It's just that she hasn't entered yet, the body of the black shadow.

A green black light pierced her heart, and blood spurted out. Mixed with rainwater.

The woman slowly fell. His eyes were still looking in his son's direction.

"I'm sorry, son. Mom didn't take revenge on you. Don't cry, mom is here for you."

And the man, who heard his wife's screams, came out.

He witnessed it all with his own eyes at the door.

Dead, all dead. The sons are dead, and so are the wives.

Right in front of yourself.

A few days ago, he also said that he wanted to surprise his wife. It was a blue necklace he had bought from the town on Loraine's side, and she had been with him for so long. I didn't give her anything. Originally, it would have to wait a few days for her to be given to her on her birthday. Not anymore.

There is also a son, who is waiting for a few days for himself to be free. And he took him to catch fish. That stinky boy has wanted to go for a long time, but he won't let him. Not anymore.

The man's face seemed to still have blood from his wife's body, and he gripped the fishing fork in his hand with all his might.

Rushed towards the shadow. There's no need anymore, it's all gone.

He wants to avenge his wife and son.

But before he could do anything, a withered bony hand passed through his chest from behind.

"Poof" he vomited a lot of blood at once.

When I looked up, the dark shadow in front of me was gone.

Forcefully stabbed the harpoon behind him.

It's just that the sharp pain in his chest made him almost collapse. But he couldn't, he wanted to avenge his wife and son.

His hand was caught, and a great force came. His hand was twisted off.

The black shadow behind let go.

The man fell heavily, splashing the old high rain.

The ground was all red, and it was impossible to tell if it was blood or rain.

I still can't, the man remembered that there was an uncle who let him learn how to build weapons for those adventurers. If I had studied with him at that time. So, will the situation be different now.

However, there is no regret medicine now.

The man gasped for breath with difficulty and reached in the direction of his wife.

It's just that even this is very difficult to do.

The black shadow stepped on his hand and stepped out of his body.

The man felt his consciousness sinking deeper and deeper, and he had no strength to hold on to his wife.

It rained heavily, as if it were going to wash away all these sins.

。。。。。。

The rain kept falling, and there was no intention of stopping.

Everyone in the church watched the rain in silence. No one meant to speak.

It's as if all the sounds are going to be isolated.

Outside, there was only the sound of heavy rain.

Suddenly, however, a vague black shadow swayed towards them.

Even if it's raining heavily, it's hard to see who it is.

It's strange that the dark shadow didn't have an umbrella in such a heavy rain.

He staggered over to them.

It's just that suddenly the dazed black shadow fell. Not in the up. Everyone realized that something was wrong.

It passed directly in the heavy rain.

"It's Uncle Bernard." Rhona shouted.

He was covered in blood, and the rain could not wash away the blood. In his hand, he held the short sword he used as a mercenary.

Jonathan also hurriedly called his family to carry the man over.

Carry people into the hallway. Jonathan's face is dead, it's really Bernard. He is the only level 18 powerhouse in the town, and he is the mayor of the town. Now that's what he looks like.

What to do? What to do? Something must have happened in the town. What the hell is going on? It was the first time Jonathan felt so panicked. But Bernard, the bastard, is still unconscious. His family is still in town, and his son is still at home. He's the only son. Don't let anything happen.

Jonathan wanted to rush home right now. However, his sanity dissuaded him. Bernard is like this now, so what's the use of relying on his own level of more than ten levels.

Jonathan hurriedly circled around the hallway, what to do.

Watching them treat Bernard, Jonathan suddenly remembered.

By the way, this is a church. How did he forget the old priest Merrill. I guess that's what Bernard meant when he came here.

I didn't expect to be so good to him in the past. He doesn't even give himself a thorough idea.

But now is not the time to complain, and it is the right thing to hurry up and invite the old priest Merrill over.

Jonathan grabbed Lanrissa and shook her shoulder, "What about Old Priest Merrill?" What about Old Priest Merrill? Why don't you hurry up and invite the old priest Merrill over. ”

Lan Ressa was grabbed by the chubby man and shook herself. She was tempted to break free. But what she didn't expect was that the level of the man was actually higher than him. It may not be as high as Mayor Bernard's level 18, but at least it is as high as a dozen levels.

He struggled hard and said, "We're calling, and Father Merrill will be here in a moment." ”

Bernard's face was a little better, but still very pale.

He was badly wounded, and his back was a blur of flesh and blood.

But Rozan's forehead was already covered with sweat, and she could just feel the light. Slow healing is still very difficult to cast this spell.

However, there is no way.

Old Father Merrill has not yet come. However, Uncle Bernard's injuries could not be delayed.

He was able to come to the church with a breath of relief.

If you can't stand it, you have to top it.