The name Cursed Sect is not unfamiliar to Bridget. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is a religion that has emerged in Lordaeron in recent years, and it is also a religion of terror. No one knew what the organization was for, and no one knew who was leading them, but everyone knew they were terrible.

The disgusting cults of the Damned, often called acolytes, are full of evil and spread a plague that will turn those infected by it into the dead.

Jon glanced at the two fragrant pastries on the table with some fear.

"Get out and see, Jon!" Bridget slung the dagger across her chest and ran out the door.

The two of them walked out of the castle together, only to hear a commotion outside.

An old farmer fell to his knees before them, his face pained, as if he wanted to vomit something.

"What's wrong with you, sir?" Bridget asked, a little unbearably.

"Don't go over, Brie!" Jon gripped Bridget's hand tightly behind him.

I saw the old farmer suddenly let out a scream and collapsed to the ground.

"Jon, is he dead...... the girl's voice trembled.

"Maybe not!"

As if to confirm what Jon Mills said, the farmer's corpse slowly rose from the ground and looked at the two priests in front of him with a blank expression.

"Kill him!" Jon roared, his hand radiating divine light and slamming into the undead's body, and the flames burned on him.

The newborn undead let out a wail.

At the same time, Bridget's dagger slashed in a graceful arc, slicing the fragile undead in two. Rotting blood splattered everywhere, giving off a disgusting smell.

The undead, split in half, slowly writhed on the ground, but had lost its combat effectiveness.

Jon...... I want to throw ......up," the girl's face struggled.

Jon didn't answer, because he wanted to throw up too.

……

The cries of the living could be faintly heard all around, and it seemed that Baron Agamande and Sheriff Duane had not encountered any accidents.

But judging by the shouts, their current situation is not very good.

Britsett shouted into the air in a loud voice, "Hurry up, everyone, back to the castle!" ”

"Yes, back to the castle!" Sheriff Duane's voice rang out from the side.

Baron Agamande, as well as the sheriff Duane and a dozen of his men, as well as more than twenty peasants, seemed to be the few living men left in the entire estate.

Hearing Bridget's call, they all ran back to the castle, and then slipped into it one by one.

They were followed by at least thirty undead or skeletons, and Britst used the light to force them back, closing the castle gates with the help of Baron Agamande.

The castle was built thousands of years ago by the Agamande family to resist the invasion of trolls, so it is relatively strong. I heard a few strong undead kicking the door outside, but the door was still intact.

"Miss Abidis, what are we going to do!" Baron Agamande said anxiously, he had now discovered that the young priestess was much more reliable than the rice bucket guards.

Bridget glanced back at Sheriff Duane, who quickly lowered his head. His rusty dagger had cut several gaps as it slashed through a skeleton, and it was now almost scrapped. As for the guards under him, most of them were ordinary farmers who worked part-time, and they had not been trained a few times, and their weapons and equipment were even more shabby and pitiful, and their combat effectiveness was almost negligible.

The young priest sighed and said, "Inform Lordaeron with carrier pigeons, and ask them to send reinforcements!" ”

"I'm going to write a letter!" Duane jumped straight up.

"The carrier pigeon is over here!" Baron Agamand also hurriedly jumped up.

……

With a trembling hand, Duane wrote a distress letter, then sent the pigeon into the sky and watched it go away.

"I wish Lordaeron could send reinforcements sooner!" He said tremblingly.

There was a sudden loud bang outside the door, followed by the sound of the door being broken, after all, it was a castle built thousands of years ago, and under the impact of dozens of undead in turn, the gate would inevitably not be able to support it.

Baron Agamand and Sheriff Duane's faces turned pale, knowing very well what fate would greet them once the gate was broken.

"Maybe we should take the initiative!" Bridget muttered.

"Are you mad, Miss Abydis?" Sheriff Duane's eyes widened at him.

Bridget ignored him, but looked at Baron Agamandel: "Lord Baron, do you have any weapons in the castle?" ”

"Weapons?" Baron Agamande pondered for a moment: "On the top floor of my bed, there is a long sword, which was the weapon used by my ancestors when they fought against trolls, but it has not been unsheathed for at least a few hundred years......"

Before the baron could finish speaking, Bridget ran towards the top floor.

On the top of Agamandel's bed, she found the long sword, which was heavy and the scabbard was already covered with thick dust, and Brigitte wiped it off with her sleeve before slowly drawing it.

Luckily, the sword is very sharp, and it seems that it has been well maintained for so many years.

Bridget closed her eyes and began to think back to the fighting techniques her father had taught her earlier. Although she had been learning the Way of Light in Lordaeron for nearly a year, she had not forgotten the techniques.

"Bless me, O Holy Light!" She said softly, then sped downstairs with her sword in hand.

The undead were still knocking heavily on the door, and the sheriff Duane stopped in front of Bridget tremblingly, and he stammered, "Miss Abydis...... You can't do that, you ...... You're going to kill us all! ”

"This gate can last for another hour at most, and once the gate is forcibly opened, in the castle, we will only be slaughtered by the undead!" Bridget said solemnly: "It's better to open the gate and build a line of defense at the gate, relying on the narrow gate, we may be able to hold out until the reinforcements arrive." ”

With that, she kicked away the sheriff Duane, then turned back to the group of farmers and guards and said, "Courageous, follow me!" ”

The light suddenly shrouded the young priest's body, and immediately inspired the courage of everyone in the castle.

"I'll open the door!" Baron Agamande gritted his teeth, then summoned up his courage and rushed over.

The door suddenly opened, and a sturdy undead with a large wooden stick in his hand froze there, not knowing what was happening. He was greeted by a sharp blade that pierced into his chest, followed by a scorching light that sent the undead to scream.

"Die, monster!" Bridget exclaimed.

There were only about twenty undead and skeletons outside the door, and Brigitte rushed over with the sword in her hand in her hand, these low-level undead couldn't stop her at all.

Farmers and guards, armed with all sorts of strange weapons, and even farm tools, followed her. Baron Agamande even waved his horsewhip and whipped a short skeleton a few meters away.

"They're far easier to deal with than you think!" The baron laughed loudly, as if he wanted everyone to hear.

After a dozen or so companions fell, the remaining undead and skeletons retreated, and the farmers and guards couldn't help but let out loud cheers in the face of victory.

Doane, the sheriff who heard the cheers, now also came out from under the table and joined in the celebrations.

"Miss Abidis, you are truly a warrior of the Light!" Baron Agamand sighed heartily.

There was no joy of victory on Bridget's face, and she remembered something: "Jon...... Where's Jon? ”

Jon Mills?

Everyone was at a loss.