"Lord Sask, our enemy has one more Templar."

Lady Marda in the sparse forest came to Sask, bowed down to a standard lady's etiquette, and then looked up—

Unfortunately, the "female" lich was only covered with a thin layer of shriveled gray skin from her skull, and her face was covered with ugly folds and dots, and she could not show off her former beauty.

Sask was silent.

The torches in the village shone brightly in his pupils, and he was directing his few remaining men to attack the village, but the arrival of the Templar made him hesitate - as the sworn enemy of the dead of Dill for thousands of years, Sask knew that the clergy of the Church were an extremely difficult enemy.

No, no, not just one.

The silver-white armor of the Templar took off his helmet, and he saw from a distance what appeared to be a slender young man, with several companions around him, but they were far less dangerous than the Templar who was talking to the farmer.

Retreat?

Saskar thought to himself. Although he has always been determined and resolute, at this time, especially after a tumbling boulder in the mountain road not long ago caused his troops to lose seven or eight points, he had to give birth to blood-sucking and wavering-

There were still hundreds of undead troops, but he knew very well that in the face of the Templars, the backbone of the Church, the existence of those low-level undead was just pure cannon fodder.

……

"Dad, is this knight here to save us?"

Gros in the village was casually talking to Lansaka, the middle-aged man who had brought them into the village, he was not tall but very stocky, when a child of about six or seven years old walked up to him and pulled his arm and asked.

"Lord Knight, this is my child, Nuno. Well, I'm going to be seven next month. ”

Lansaka paused slightly, and after roughly talking about the current situation facing the village, he introduced his children in a very short sentence-

The child was holding a child's version of a wooden sword for practice in his right hand, and when he heard his father mention his name, he couldn't help but raise his little head to look at Gross in heavy armor.

There was pride and determination in his eyes, and the kid named "Nuno" turned his head to look at the faint dark shadows beyond the village fence, and immediately blinked and said, "Dad said that my swordsmanship is very good, and I think I should be able to compete with those undead." ”

With that, he also took a step to the side and swung his wooden sword a few times.

What a confident little guy.

As soon as Gross looked at the child in his unique vision, it became clear that his so-called "good strength" was only compared to his peers, and that at this age, he was still a long time from adulthood, and his body was not yet mature, and it was simply an unattainable thing to complete his job.

It's still early to deal with the undead.

"Village chief, the undead have stopped."

A young man in an ochre-colored linen coat came to Lansaka's side and said, he looked like a village militiaman, with several pieces of simple leather armor wrapped around his shoulders, chest, abdomen and back, and a leather quiver used by hunters for hunting hanging from his waist, in which were placed a dozen wooden poles and arrows with various bird feathers.

In his hand he also held a somewhat worn hunting bow, the body of which should be made of walnut or some kind of carefully selected high-quality wood, which could be seen to have been used and carefully maintained for a long time, and the unpainted surface had a faint, warm and soft sheen like water, which was the mark of years of rubbing against his fingers.

In addition to the village chief Lan Saka and the young man in front of him, there were more than a dozen young men and middle-aged men holding various weapons including hoes, sickles and other farm tools, and the rest were some elderly people, women and children—

The old man and the woman and the child stood aside, listening quietly to their conversation, and a warm-hearted aunt seemed to think about it, and hurried back to the thatched hut near to bring a kettle, clay pot, and some fresh berries, and she stood in front of Gross, with a smirk on her face, and did not speak—

This is the simplicity of a farmer and peasant woman, Gross grew up in the countryside of Nogo, and knows that although these people lack cultural knowledge and shallowness, most of them have a warm and kind heart.

The undead and the villagers of Hualu Village are only separated from each other by a sparse woodland, but at this time, the two sides seem to maintain a silent tacit understanding-

The sky was getting darker, and the stars were getting brighter and brighter at the end of January, and the moon climbed up the branches, and the returning finches passed a hazy shadow from their field of vision, while the people of the village remained very vigilant, and they stood behind the fence with torches and stared firmly at the figures in dark cloaks.

"Lord Sask, what is that knight doing? Are we going to change our plans on the last spot because of this guy? ”

The lich Marda finally couldn't hold back the silence and oppressive atmosphere, she looked at the other "resurrections" who had not spoken, and came to Sask's side again-

The undead general, who had made a name for himself in the history of the game, seemed to be at a loss for what he was doing, and he had left his horse and sat cross-legged on a cyan stone in the shape of a millstone.

Marda's voice raised his head, and to tell the truth, Lady Marda's withered face was not at all pretty, but he still stared earnestly at this unaesthetic face, and for a while, he seemed to come back from his thoughts, and said in a calm voice:

"A mere Templar is not enough for us to make such a change."

"So, do you want to wait like this? Lord Sask. ”

The Lich Marda asked again.

"Patience, all we need now is patience, humans will be tired and will become unresponsive because of the arrival of the night, but we eternal sleepers will not."

"But Lord Sask, that doesn't sound like a good reason."

"I'm sorry, Miss Marda, I'm the Commander."

After saying this, Sask closed his eyes-

In the days he had been in Nogo, Sask had seldom put on his identity, so when he showed such a cold attitude, the lich Marda couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and she suddenly noticed that several eyes were directed at her—

It's the other "resurrected".

A Mr. Zombie lowered the half-bloody human leg in his hand, and there seemed to be a mocking smile in his eyes; The two vampires from the Cronin family glanced at her, retracted their gaze, and began to whisper with their heads down; A Bone Knight, a high-ranking class of the Bone Cavalry, a self-aware "resurrectionist", silently wondered if this Lich Lady was worrying too much-

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