The first rays of the morning sun cast a dazzling golden light, and the sparse woodland in the valley was silent, with the occasional chirping of birds—

The villagers, accustomed to getting up early, walked out of their thatched huts and were ready for a day's work, but when they saw the relatively tall single-storey building not far away, they couldn't help but quietly relax their footsteps and the sound of conversation.

It was a gray-and-white stone house with a tapered spire near the center of the village—

The house is about 300 square meters and is divided into separate rooms, and if you look closely, you can see that the tiny, faintly glowing black particles on the surface of the exterior brick walls are mica, while the white ones are quartz. The house is made of several neat stone slabs, and after years of erosion, the appearance of the house has not changed much from the original.

This is the former church of Hualu Village, said the village chief, Lansaka. Seventeen years ago, after the last low-ranking priest stationed here left the place, the house was empty—

However, because of their reverence and belief in the Church of the Holy Radiance, the people of the village did not use the house as a warehouse or anything else, and at the end of the week or on important festivals, the villagers often came to this small church spontaneously to pray some simple prayers.

But this morning, the villagers, men and women, old men and children, knew that the venerable Mr. Knight and his companions were inhabited in this church, and that the early figures passed by, and they looked at the small window facing the outside of the chapel, and saluted in unison—

The window was a standard round hole, with a brown cross frame wedged with wooden nails in the middle, and several bright green vines snaked down from the roof, clinging to the gray-white wall, leaving a shiny and mottled shadow on the glass with the branches of a small tree outside the window.

This is a common creeper in Northland Nogo, and its vitality is much more tenacious than that of other plants that have withered after the cold winter.

"Dad, did you notice the knight's sword swing last night? It's really fast, so fast that people can't see it clearly......"

"That's a very good swordsmanship......

Little Nuno was following his father, muttering quietly, and he grabbed his little hand on Lansaka's arm, who turned his head and replied calmly - in fact, he didn't have much chance to take a closer look at Gross's fight with the undead general last night, and not only that, but the strength level of the two of them greatly exceeded his previous understanding.

Even the genuine noble knights he had seen when he was a young man were far inferior to these two.

"I want to learn swordsmanship from that knight, Dad, what do you think?"

Although little Nuno is not very old, his bright mind still makes him sensitive to this is a rare opportunity-

Father and son stopped, Lansaka bent over his knees to look at his child, he didn't answer immediately, stared at little Nuno's clear dark gray eyes for a long time, and then turned his gaze to the church on the other side.

He pursed his lips and closed them slightly, but in front of the child, he did not give a definite promise—the thought of making a presumptuous request to the young knight gentleman flashed through his mind, and he suddenly became hesitant, he was not sure whether the other party, as a powerful and high-ranking Templar, would agree-

They saved their village, but that didn't mean they could take what they wanted from the knight.

Lansaka sighed softly, and he took his son's little arm, as if to say something, and the young man with the hunting bow on his back walked quickly past the father and son—the young man saw the village chief, Lansaka, and greeted him warmly:

"Good day, Mr. Lansaka!"

"Good day, Paine!"

"Paine" is the name of the young man with the hunting bow on his back, he is a member of the village militia, and last night, it happened that his precise arrow finally killed the zombie Dorn -

Lansaka saw Paine carrying a heavy quiver full of white feathered arrows and a large animal skin backpack behind him, and asked curiously:

"Paine, are you going hunting now?"

"That's right, Mr. Lansaka. I was about to leave the village, and last night Master Gross promised me to join his team. The young hunter couldn't contain the excitement in his heart when he talked about it, and said with a fluttering eyebrow.

"Really? Congratulations. ”

"So, I need to be ready now, like hunting some meat."

Paine replied. In fact, spring is not a suitable season for hunting, not long after the cold winter, everything has just recovered, and the animals that have just spent a long winter have also consumed a lot of fat in the body and become skinny and bone, some females look for mates and begin to give birth to the next generation, at this time to go to the forest for hunting activities, often laborious and little harvest.

However, Paine, as an experienced and veteran hunter, knew these things, but he still did not give up.

"Did Master Gross tell me when you were leaving?"

"No, he didn't mention it to me."

……

Time goes back to the night before.

The moonlight pours down, and the night is like water.

The evening breeze gently blew the cloak behind Gross, and he bent down and began to check the harvest of this battle with his companions in the woodland—

His experience in the game in his previous life taught him that fighting the undead is not a very cost-effective thing in most cases, and the items used by the dead usually contain the will of the Eternal Sleeper, and when the player ends the life of these undead, the items they carry will often dissolve out of order due to the particularity of the law -

Sure enough, the depressing situation was not what Gross expected.

Seeing the actions of Gross and his party, the militia and young people in the village also enthusiastically came over to pick it up together, and in less than ten minutes, Gross had already seen a large pile of stones like a hill in front of him-

These weren't real stones, to be exact, but multifaceted crystals that were faintly transparent and glowed with black ink, each the size of an adult's fist, and when Gross reached out to the palm of his hand, he could already feel the chill in the air nearby.

Necromantic Essence.

According to the player's cognition, these things are like consumable items such as "experience fruits" for the dead, and in the current year of the red moon, the value of the undead essence is quite expensive, in the country of the dead, Dill, such an undead essence is enough to sell for hundreds of reels-

Gross, however, knew that what seemed like a good fortune was of no practical use to him. He is not an undead, so he can't strengthen himself through necromantic essence, and if he wants to sell these things, he can only trade them to those necromancers who practice black magic, but the necromancers in this period are like a drop in the ocean, even if they are deliberately searched, it is not an easy task.

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