He scolded in his heart, but Alex could only smile with a strong smile on his face: "Third Elder, you can't do this, the people of Saint Obi live in dire straits, you can't ignore it!" ”

The third elder smiled secretly in his heart, but with a sad look on his face, he let out a long sigh: "We don't care, it's because we don't have manpower." ”

"Are you really not going to care about the people of St. Obi?"

"Why don't you care." Since he was going to argue, then the three elders would also quarrel with him, anyway, it was not the three elders themselves who were in a hurry now: "But the people of Saint Obi are people, but the people of other places are not?" Should we save them when they are in trouble? We were originally going to save the people of St. Obi, but your path here is not working, shouldn't I waste my time trying to save people elsewhere? ”

Alex had embarrassment and anger on his face, and then forcibly hid them, calmed down, showed a look of pain on his face, and said, "Third Elder, how can you be willing to go to St. Obi. ”

The third elder stroked his beard and said slowly, "Actually, our manpower is not insufficient, but the weapons of the other people are damaged......

Alex gritted his teeth and said, "We paid for how much we need, I just hope you can act quickly!" ”

The third elder laughed: "Hahahahaha, how embarrassing is this!" Let His Excellency the Earl break the bank. ”

Alex had red eyes and forced a smile and said, "It's okay, it's all for the sake of a righteous cause." ”

The three elders said in a loud voice, "All for the sake of a righteous cause. ”

……

St. Obi, the original decaying city has a little more life.

A large number of ghouls have gathered in the west of the city, and they are decreasing, causing the rest of the city to become much safer.

People gradually got used to the ghouls, because they found that as long as they didn't provoke these white-haired monsters, they wouldn't attack them.

Therefore, the people began to grow bold, and some even went out of the city gates to collect food.

Sometimes, even if it is suddenly dark and you don't go home in time, the survival rate has changed from 36 percent to 58 percent.

And today, the weather is not good, it is cloudy, it is raining continuously, the rain is as cold as ice, and the chill is pressing.

There was a little sunlight shining through the thin clouds, but it wasn't so strong that there were still one or two ghouls hanging outside.

However, people still went out because it had been two consecutive nights, which caused them to consume a lot of food and needed to be replenished urgently.

There are also benefits to this kind of weather, as people experience that there are no extra clouds to completely block out the sun, which means that the day can last for more than eight hours.

So, many people walked out of St. Obi and reached the outside of the city, carefully avoiding the forest and rummaging through the fields for food.

They were startled by a distant commotion, and they scattered and hid in the grass beside them.

In the distance, there seemed to be rolling thunder, and frightened birds flew into the sky, hovering and chirping.

Then, at the end of the road, a bright light reflecting the cold light appeared, and it was a heavily armed knight, hundreds of horsemen appeared behind him, followed by a vast array of soldiers.

It turned out that the so-called thunder was the sound of footsteps.

It was a rainy day, and if it was a sunny day, they would see smoke billowing into the sky in the distance.

The people hiding on both sides watched the army pass by, and countless splashes of water splashed on the bumpy road, and large expanses of mud hung on their feet, leaving countless footprints.

Brightly colored flags stood tall, but the rain made them hang wet on the flagpole, looking rather embarrassed.

The soldiers were expressionless, and the icy rain hit the icy armor, making their armor shiny as new, and it was the scratches on it that proved that this time the army was by no means a rice bucket that served as a vase.

At regular intervals in this army there were several wagons or ox carts, either luxurious or crude, with the occasional seductive moaning or the sound of musical instruments, carrying either noble nobles, beautiful maids, or military supplies.

Among them was a team that was incompatible with this army, and there were almost a hundred of them, men and women, with solemn expressions, uniform black trench coats, but some wore armor, some did not wear.

They came on foot, with a black book in one hand and a sword in the other, and they liked the lingering dirt but did not leave it under their feet, and their boots were as smooth as new, as if they had never walked on the ground.

This team is naturally a team composed of monks from the Demon Hunting Monastery, and the leader of the monastery, Oliel, is the abbot.

The people who had taken refuge on both sides watched the continuous army pass by, surprised, delighted and frightened.

They didn't know what the purpose of the army was here, or whether it was good or bad for them.

Let them know, St. Obi, that the sky is about to change.

Unlike the insensitive, adult ghouls, the juvenile ghouls are quite lively, with a bit of ghoul habits, and are very curious about everything, wanting to sniff and taste it.

When noon came, and Angela was about to have lunch, she went into the room, which was filled with bacon she had made, which she had spent a great deal of time taking from the beasts she had caught in the forest, enough for her to eat for more than ten days.

However, the moment she opened the door, her heart jumped, because she saw a ball of white velvet.

After opening the door completely, Angela's heart sank.

The ropes hanging from the beams of the room swayed emptyly, and on the floor, dozens of young ghouls were piled up on the ground, their cheeks bulging and squirming rapidly, and a few hands were holding the bacon and still gnawing on it.

This large area is crowded here, and the ghouls used over the years look quite cute.

However, Angela doesn't find them cute at all.

She turned her head silently, calling in her heart, and a broom made of devil's blood and precious wood scavenged from the Emerald Palace flew over, reached her hand, and then raised it.

Terrible screams rang out from the slightly dilapidated house, and a flock of white velvet gushed out of the doorway or through the window.

Angela pestle her broom, looking a little angrily at a few pieces of bacon lying on the ground with tooth marks, and then at the broken windows and holes in the corners, her beautiful cheeks twitching.

She suddenly felt a shock in her heart, and took out a small mirror that was constantly vibrating on her waist, and the image reflected in it came from the city gate, and the mighty soldiers were slowly walking in through the city gate.

Angela sits reclining on a broomstick before the roof breaks and she flies out of the shattered rubble into the sky.

A transparent shield separated the icy rain, and Angela's gaze fell on the city gate in the distance.

The fine rain was like a hazy veil, and Angela could only vaguely see that there seemed to be countless people forming a long snake, spreading from outside the city to inside the city, constantly spreading inward.