Boom!

The silver sword pierced the lantern, and its frame shook suddenly, like an out-of-control carriage jolting along the mountain road.

"Ahh

Adam felt the white mist rushing towards him, covering his arm, and fell to his knees in pain, closing his eyes tightly while also realizing that his health value had plummeted.

The demon spirit of the night also screamed in horror, his voice was terrible, and his withered hand kept beating the lantern, trying to break free, but the broken lamp was now stuck with a silver sword, but it was firmly absorbing the two sides of the fight.

An invisible vortex appeared on her side, and the banshee's body began to twist and spin.

Adam wanted to let go of his hand, but he couldn't.

The mist erupted, freezing his hands and silver sword, his forearm covered with thin ice, and he gradually lost the sensation of his right limb in severe pain.

[The soul lamp is broken, the demon spirit of the night will be absorbed, fill the gap, and the out-of-control soul will frostbite you.] 】

"Mr. Adam, are you alright?"

"I'm listening...... Like, is it comfortable!? ”

He gritted his teeth, still responding to the calls of the homeless.

"You're really bad at dancing!"

Adam gritted his teeth and laughed mockingly, his eyebrows were already covered with hoarfrost, his complexion was purple, and he knelt on one knee in front of the demon spirit, like a lover confessing and proposing in the moonlight—if it weren't for a soul-seeking lamp sandwiched in the middle.

The wraith was visibly enraged, its mad dance was its raison d'être, her rotting skeleton rattling, screaming and outstretching her arms to kill the human.

Adam freed his left hand and grabbed the terrifying bone claw.

"You're so simple."

His gloomy face was full of threats, and in the frantic struggle of the resentful spirit, he pressed the opponent's hand on the soul lamp, and the runaway vortex found a fulcrum at this moment, absorbing it steadily and at high speed.

Swish!

The wind outlet is blocked, and the night returns to tranquility.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The corpses hanging in the air fell like tree fruits.

"Mr. Adam, is it over?"

"Probably so."

"What did you say?"

However, Adam did not reply, and his weakened body could not make a sound.

[Role] There is only a trace of red bar left in the health value, and the "provocation" just now is a big gamble, if the other party is not fooled, the person who freezes to death must be himself.

[Battle over, no wounded, 18 killed (7 outcasts, 11 militia), reputation 15, soul 20]

Adam felt the heat on his face, his eyelids drooped, and he raised his head in a dejected manner, his right hand maintaining a stiff movement, and there was a burning pain from the burn.

Silver swords were scattered like sand, scattered evenly on the ground.

The mist seemed to disappear, and the scene around the camp became clearer, and the bearskin was still standing in the middle, the moonlight was clean, and the vegetation was verdant......

The militiamen raised their heads in a long dead silence, the battle was completely over, and they covered the gloomy old lamps with rags before they dared to approach the familiar back in the very middle.

Adam was found on his knees, unconscious.

……

[Unfinished business: 4 days of Lin Hai Wanderers]

Adam was in a coma for two days and woke up in the morning light, still looking at the familiar notes.

【Simple pergola】

The outcasts tied up their clothes, propped them up with wooden poles, built shabby sheds, and placed Adam underneath to take care of them day and night, and used all the [wound medicine] that was in the horse's parcel.

Adam was topless, his waistcoat removed, and the lining was torn into a bandage around his right arm.

But he hadn't spoken much since he woke up, eating slowly and falling into a long period of thought.

Old Jamie's fine flour bread tasted good.

The woman next to her handed over the cool boiling water, which was Adam's request, even the cleanest water of the river must be boiled.

There used to be people who had crouched down near the water source, and after the attack of the spirits the night before, they had learned to listen to and remember every word of Adam.

"Mr. Adam, sleep a little longer."

[The loyalty of the displaced people has risen, the loyalty of the militia has risen, and the loyalty of village women has risen]

Adam drank the sweet water and exhaled a long breath as if to sigh.

"If I sleep again, you will starve yourselves to death."

The woman took half of the bread in a daze, and the fragrance of the fine wheat flour mixed with the milky smell made her mouth water, and she couldn't even say a word of justification.

There are some things that must be arranged as soon as possible.

【Food 5】

"Mr. Adam!"

The militia greeted respectfully and handed over cleaned leather armor.

The homeless people saw how quickly the terrible wounds healed, so they were not surprised that Adam was able to walk freely, and even had an inexplicable sense of relief that swept away the wanderings of the past two days.

He lifted the rags.

【Soul Lamp】

[The glimmer of the Stygian, for which the alchemist is willing to pay a great price.] 】

Adam turned around, and there were a dozen corpses lined up on the ground, both male and female, with hollow eye sockets.

"Why are they still here?"

The militia stepped forward and said in simple language and a calm tone - this is the last food.

In fact, the corpses of their companions have supported the displaced people through this long and unexpected journey, which is almost universally agreed.

On more than one occasion, Adam saw off the homeless who chose to leave, and found unusual pieces of flesh in his bag.

Life is not noble, and when the precious temperature is lost, flesh and bone are but silent materials.

Looking at these displaced people who had been rescued from the mountain predicament, lying peacefully on the ground at the moment, Adam's heart fell into a strange calm.

He can't accept himself like this, and he can't follow the logic of this world to define the value of the body.

"Burn them and bury them in the earth."

The hunt led by Adam was suspended for two days, and the food reserves could not withstand the consumption of more than forty people.

The pieces of animal meat were eaten, and everyone knew that this was the last dinner that the camp could offer, but no one objected or doubted Adam's decision.

The flames are blazing.

[The corpses are charred, and the party eats the last of their food, but you lead them on the road out of the forest.] 】

Adam rode his horse and led the crowd away from the mountainous plains, the air filled with the scorching smell and the wordless wooden signs stood abruptly in the renovated dirt.

The militiamen carried rudimentary weapons, and miscellaneous items and trap tools were distributed to each homeless person and village woman.

"We're going to find a team of bandits, and if anyone kills the rider, they don't have to walk."

Adam looked back, the steps of the team were not flustered, the discussion was not heard to him, their hands holding their weapons were still strong, and the stones on the side of the road were picked up......

It's good that this bunch of guys can survive.

"You're doing a good job."

Adam said coldly, and the man next to the horse was a little puzzled.

Although this man [qualifications] were blank and he was just an ordinary man with no talent, he listened to Adam during this time and grew with every hunt.

During the two days of food shortage, the bread in the war horse's package was not missing even a piece of oatmeal.

Interestingly, the militiaman was bandaged because Adam tore the hem of his inner liner to bandage him when he was bitten by wolves during the attack.

Only a few days later, the rest of the lining was torn open by the militiaman's own hands and tied to Adam's frostbitten right hand.

"It's yours."

Adam pulled out the steel dagger he had found in the mill and leaned over to hand it over.

The militia took it in a daze and stopped blankly.

He gazed at the dagger in his hand, felt the weight of the steel, and just a few days ago he had wept out loud from hunger and embarrassment.

But now, he has survived the attacks of wolves, brown bears, and even evil spirits, and is about to face the fierce and powerful bandits, but his heart is at peace.

He put away his knife and hurried to follow his horse under the fiery gaze of the other militiamen.

"Thank you, generous sir."