Three days after Angela and the others left Waterbay City, a gentle drizzle fell.

All three of them wore black cloaks, except that Angela wore a black robe under the cloak, Carl wore chain mail and breastplate, and Avril wore leather armor.

But no matter what, it was fortunate that their black cloak was the more expensive one, and as soon as the rain fell on it, it slid down, which was equivalent to a raincoat.

The rain was not heavy, but it couldn't stand the cold, and the drips on the body were very cold.

If there is no cloak, Angela and Carl don't care, Avril can't stand it, although she is healthier than the average child, but she is a little girl, and her resistance is still not as good as that of adults.

Even more fortunately, they found a small town.

The town is built on the water, just across the river.

I stepped on a rock, crossed the creek, and walked into the town.

Soon, the trio realized that something was wrong.

It was dusk, and there was still a glimmer of the sun setting, but there was not a single pedestrian on the streets of the town.

It was getting late, and the three found a tavern and knocked on the door.

A trembling voice came from the tavern: "Let's go, we won't receive guests today." ”

Angela could even feel it faintly as her timid eyes peered through the crack in the door.

Carl looked at Angela, who snorted.

Karl knocked on the door harder, and said in a sullen voice, "If you don't open the door again, I'll force my way in." ”

Eventually, under the deterrence of Carl's size, the guy opened the door.

With a "whoosh", a black shadow flew out and hit Karl in the chest.

But it was the tavern owner who stood in the tavern with a longbow in his hand and shot an arrow, the corners of his mouth slightly curled, as if he was in a good mood.

His pupils were bloodshot, and he looked tired and tired.

However, to his disappointment, the feather arrow pierced through the cloak and struck the breastplate, and the heavy steel cuirass was so defensive that it bounced out with a "clank".

The sharp knife in the man's hand also poked out, a white light flashed, and Angela slowly withdrew the steel sword.

Although I don't understand why they want to kill themselves and others, this does not prevent Angela from killing her.

The blood bloomed, and the man's palm broke at the wrist, and the broken wrist stabbed Carl, leaving a round blood mark on his beautiful breastplate.

Carl frowned in disgust, and punched the guy in the chin from the bottom up.

A tooth-aching bone cracking sound sounded, and a few crystals spat out of the man's mouth, and the man flew two or three yards upside down, and fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

At this time, Avril also reflected, held the repeater and hung it down, raised her hand, and it was already wound.

With three sounds, three blood flowers burst out from the tavernkeeper's body, and he leaned back against the wall, slid down, and sat down on the ground.

Karl strode in, an axe poking out from behind the door and slashing down.

Carl turned to his side, dodging the axe.

Grabbing the owner of the axe by the throat and pulling her out, it was a fat woman with a disheveled head, who screamed and frantically tried to attack Carl.

Carl snatched the axe from her with his other hand, and then grabbed the fat woman and slammed it against the wall twice, and the fat woman fainted.

Angela could clearly feel that all kinds of eyes in the surrounding room were focused on this, peeking at them.

frowned, and patted Avril who was standing next to her: "Go in." ”

As soon as the door closed, Avril's face changed dramatically, and she retched out with a wow.

Although she had already stabbed people twice, she didn't die after all.

Killing, it's the first time.

Angela tilted her head, not understanding what was going on, she didn't feel anything about killing now, neither happy nor uncomfortable.

Carl understood very well, half-knelt down and patted the little girl's back, and comforted: "Spit on, spit on, spit and spit and get used to it." ”

- Gross!

This time I really vomited out, and a fishy smell began to permeate.

Several bodies were thrown out the door, Carl cleaned up and vomited, Angela walked into the kitchen and then backed out with her nose pinched.

In the kitchen, many pieces of meat have maggots, and Angela, with her extraordinary eyesight, can clearly see that there are human hands and feet inside.

I had no choice but to chop up the table, build a bonfire, and light it.

Relying on the two wild boar legs left over from hunting at noon today, dinner began.

The smoke was filling, and I wanted to open the window to let the smoke out, but I found that the windows were all nailed shut, and a thick layer of wooden planks was added.

At night, the three of them were eating barbecue around the bonfire.

Outside, dense footsteps rang out, along with some muffled roars.

Angela walked to the door and peered through the crack.

The rain was still falling outside, and the dark clouds covered the top, making it pitch black outside.

The figures swayed, each hunched over their waists, wandering like a walking corpse, and then stopped at the door of the tavern because of the firelight.

If it weren't for the fact that they were holding weapons like axes, shovels, and pitchforks, Angela would have thought she was playing a zombie game.

However, in reality, this group of guys are manic, at least in the middle and above, more terrifying than zombies, they are not only cannibalistic, contagious, but also more combative.

It seems that the town has fallen before you know it.

She turned her head and instructed the big one and the smaller: "Hurry up and eat, otherwise you won't have to eat later." ”

Bang!

The gate shook, and an axe was deeply embedded in it.

Angela pulled out her steel sword, walked over to the campfire, cut off a piece of meat, and stuffed it all into her mouth.

The remaining two did the same, shoving as much meat as they could, chewing and pulling out their weapons.

The vibrations on the door became more and more frequent, and the latch of the door made an overwhelmed moan.

[Temperature Control] is activated, and the temperature in the bonfire is getting higher and higher, and the firewood in the bonfire is violently consumed.

The wind generated by the uneven heat and cold, the wind is constantly blowing towards the door.

The food was swallowed, there was a loud bang, the latch shattered, and sawdust flew everywhere.

A group of manic people burst in, and the ground was covered with a layer of bobo frost.

Rumble!!!

The flames erupted, and under the blowing of the wind, a fire dragon swept out.

[Temperature Control] is indeed weakened, and the ability to control the flame is not as good as before, but the advantage is that it consumes less mana, and the flame born is also the flame of nature, which is more lethal to this group of manic patients.

The first two manics were directly ignited, and the darkness that made them stronger was the best fuel for the flames, like igniting dry wood doused with gasoline, and instantly burned all over the body.

The screams rang out, and the stronger bodies brought them stronger vitality, and now, this stronger vitality allowed them to stay in this world longer after suffering a fatal blow, which meant suffering more pain.

The manic person in the back showed fear, and the brakes of the mission were pushed forward by the manic person further behind, and then ignited, and the lucky one, who was smart and happened to be on the edge, immediately ran to both sides.