In the quiet of the night, a crisp sound of weapon strikes woke Ares from his sleep, and looking in the direction from which the sound came, he could faintly see the firelight flashing.

The distance was not far, and the figure could be vaguely seen shaking.

"Brother, wake up."

Ares woke up Dramm with a subtle voice.

At night, there was silence all around, and the sound of battle became more and more obvious where the firelight came.

"Could it be that robbers are plundering refugees? Or are two armies fighting? ”

Drumm struggled to open his sleepy eyes, guessing with a deep sense of weariness.

"No, listen to their voices, only one is roaring, and the rest is the sound of cold weapons strikes. If it was a robber who plundered the refugees, the cries would have drowned out all sounds, but the cries were not heard. If two armies are fighting, then there is more than one person who roars. ”

Ares followed closely.

"So what's that?"

"The only explanation is that there is only one person, and the others are all undead soldiers or zombies."

Ares said with a frown.

"Go see?"

"No, go and save people."

As he spoke, Ares lifted his steps and walked cautiously towards the place where the fire was flickering.

The mud and foliage in the woods were so soft that Ares and Drumm could approach their targets silently. Then, observing through the grass, Ares saw that at the bottom of the hillside, a burly, gray-haired middle-aged man was holding a war hammer, no, not even a war hammer, it should be said to be a wooden stick, fighting with hordes of zombies and undead soldiers.

The sticks didn't hit a single blow, and they all bloomed with a brilliant golden light.

"Holy Light is above, how can you meet a paladin in such a place? A down-and-out paladin. ”

Drumm muttered to himself.

Indeed, judging from the posture and movements of this middle-aged man swinging the undead, he has a lot of combat experience, paying attention to defense while attacking, using the holy light as a sharp weapon, but the wooden stick in his hand is sharper than the sharpest heavy sword.

A zombie rushed up to him, and he picked up the big stick and hit it head-on, while another ghoul pounced from behind him, and he pulled back and knocked aside.

One person looks good enough to deal with forty or fifty zombies and skeleton soldiers.

"Shall we go down and help him?"

"A must."

As he spoke, Ares picked up his greatsword and rushed down.

As Drumm said, the undead will only stare in front of them, and they will not take their eyes off their target until they kill them. It wasn't until Ares rushed in front of him that the skeletons and zombies slowly turned their heads, and then, looking at the giant sword in Ares' hand with a look of astonishment, split them in two in minutes.

Listening to the wrath of the Ember Bringer, a ghoul pounced on him and was stabbed down by Ares's sword, the tip of which pierced through the ghoul's head and out of the end of his buttocks, and then, with a loud roar, Ares unloaded the ghoul on the ground, and the whole ghoul was cut in half, black blood splattered out, and disgusting internal organs flowed all over the ground.

Drumm threw his sword at the middle-aged man, and after a scuffle, the corpses of forty or fifty zombies, skeletons, and ghouls were lying in the vegetable garden outside the farmhouse.

"Damn, these crops are inedible again."

All three of them were panting, and Ares expected that the man in front of him would be grateful to him first, after all, he and Drum had saved him. However, to Ares' surprise, the middle-aged man who looked sturdy first cared about the vegetable patch in front of his house!

After an awkward moment of silence, he got up and looked at the two warriors beside him who had just come to his aid.

"Human ...... A hundred promises, we are human, otherwise you would have died long ago. ”

Drumm leaned forward as he spoke, and was about to take back the long sword in the middle-aged man's hand.

And he was very cooperative, politely returning the weapon.

"I forgot to thank you, warriors, for helping me kill this annoying group of undead soldiers. Ah, my shoulders are still a little sore from waving this stick for a long time. Are you residents of this neighborhood? How come I've never seen both? ”

Then he said enthusiastically.

Ares noticed that the muscles in his arms were as hard as stone, farmer? No way, the only people who can use the Holy Light are paladins and priests, but whether they are paladins or priests, they can find a position in any human organization, and there is no need to live in seclusion in this poor and remote place. A series of questions suddenly poured into Ares's brain, but in front of this enthusiastic uncle, Ares still maintained a calm demeanor.

"Ah, we're just passers-by, and when we saw you here alone dealing with the undead, we ran down to help."

Without waiting for Ares to reply, Drum had already started talking to the middle-aged uncle first. They are close in age and have ...... personalities Similar......

"Thank you again, friend. By the way, where are you going? You don't look like soldiers, but you are more heroic and warlike than soldiers and generals. ”

The middle-aged uncle said and invited Drumm into his home.

"Oh, we're the Silver Dawn people, preparing to go to the Scarlet Monastery, there's a tricky mission."

After Drumm finished speaking, the look on the middle-aged uncle's face seemed to relax a lot. And Drum also unceremoniously walked into the uncle's house.

It is said to be a house, but in fact it is a simple wooden house, just from the appearance, it looks like a simple large toilet, with only one floor, and it looks like the whole wooden house is only one room. While Ares was observing the cabin, Drumm had already walked into the house with the middle-aged uncle.

"Come in, brother."

Seeing that Ares was still outside the door, Durham called out to Ares to enter the door like the owner of the house......

If the building of Quel'Salas is a villa, then the log cabin in front of him is like a beggar's shack, the living room and dining room are together, only a long table that can no longer be broken, and a few simple stools. The kitchen is next to the bedroom, and there is no door in the bedroom, and there is only one bed in it, well, a wooden bed, and it fills the room...... It seems that this uncle does not have any guests to visit all year round, so he does not pay attention to privacy......

"Hey, let me introduce myself, my name is Drum, Dram. Otasis. This is my brother, Ares. ”

Drumm got straight to the point and introduced enthusiastically.

The uncle's embarrassed expression could be seen, but he quickly began to look sad again, and took out a bottle of scum-looking wine from the kitchen, if it was also a kitchen.

Then he brought out three small bowls, smiled and said, "My name is Tirio, Tirio. Foding. ”

In the next second, Ares's expression changed from silence to surprise, incomparably surprised, and the whole person was nailed to the spot like a stone statue......