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Half past six in the evening.

The caravan came to a fork in the road and stopped.

After getting out of the carriage, Garriman looked at his surroundings and asked the fat goblin merchant Vivier, "This is the fork in the road to Green-Grey Lord City or Bloo Town?" ”

At this time, around Kaliman, only on the left side was a forest, and under him was a fork in the road where the head fell to the left and placed the word "Ya", and they were now in the middle of the "Ya" prefix.

A twenty-man adventure party led a coachman to place the three wagons in an arc across the forest, as a wall and a platform for archers to see from above.

Garriman looked at the experienced group of twenty who had skillfully set up the camp and was pleased with their camping skills, which showed that the Real Men Adventure Group was an experienced team, not one of those fledgling rookies.

The goblin merchant pointed to the right of the camp, the entrance of the road leading to the south, and said, "Lord Mage, look, there is a simple road sign in front of you indicating the road, and that side is to the Green Ash Lord City of Fogg City, we should be able to enter the patrol area of the patrol team at noon tomorrow, and we will be able to enter Flo City in half a day." ”

Then he pointed in the direction in front of him, "This is the northeast direction, and the road for a day is the town of Buluo." ”

After the camp was set up, the mercenaries of the adventuring group took out the dry food from the wagon to make dinner, and Vivier sent an invitation to Garriman, who had not eaten the carefully seasoned food for a while, so after contributing the only remaining leopard leg, he also joined in with peace of mind.

Speaking of which, the real man adventure group is really worthy of its name, the twenty people that Garriman saw, including the head of the group, are all muscular and have the figure of a brother with the style of a Northlander, and even the archers who hold the bow are tall, strong, and have long arms, and they can see their biceps in cotton armor.

The cold weather here in the north is really not suitable for people with delicate bodies, and even the mage of Galiman is a person with tendons and flesh, and the strength attribute of eight points is already high for ordinary people.

Garriman called for chocolate and had a rare dinner together, and they had been fading out of the unseasoned barren meal.

According to the convention, mages do not need to keep vigil, and rich mages and merchants do not have vigils, so after eating and drinking, Garriman returned to the carriage and began to meditate, this way to use the mage's handwritten textbook used up a lot of mana, and in the case of low levels, the meditation method and the body will not provide the conditions for automatic recovery of mana, and every time the mana is used up, it can only be recovered through meditation, otherwise it can really only use the staff to go up and knock down the enemy.

In the middle of the night, the magic alarm scroll that Garriman had set out was suddenly triggered, sending out a piercing air raid siren humming in the silence of the night.

"Woo~~~! Dirt~~~"

The meditative Gariman was awakened by the alarm, and when he heard the alarm outside, he did not go out immediately, but first scooped up the chocolate that was also woken up and put it in his arms, and then put on a mage armor on himself, and then he bent on his waist and rolled on the front deck of the carriage and a lazy donkey rolled behind the carriage.

Then he made eye contact with the fat goblin who was also hiding here and was almost crushed to the ground by his movements.

There was a moment of embarrassment in the air, but one of these two goods has been playing games for many years, and the other is a businessman who has traveled from south to north, and his face is not ordinary thick, and he snorted, and the fat goblin took the lead in asking: "Master Mage, this is a magic trap you set to raise the alarm, do you know what happened?" ”

Garriman poked his head out of the carriage, and by the light provided by the campfire, he saw that the adventurers in the camp had woken up one by one, hurriedly but unhurriedly put on their armor, and went to the defensive line of three freight wagons facing the forest, where the triggered magic alarm was set at the edge of the forest.

Seeing that the members of the adventuring group were able to form a defensive line without bombing the battalion, Galiman breathed a sigh of relief, got up and crossed the carriage to find Rutaf.

Suddenly, accompanied by a mountain breeze blowing down from the mountains, a rotten breath blew under Garriman's nose and he sniffed it.

.....！

Carrion? Ghoul? Zombie? Or is it another monster from the Flesh Rotten series? It's an undead creature attack!

As Garriman ran, he gave his left eye a dim vision. It's not that he doesn't want to give both eyes a dim vision buff, but this spell is a 1.0 rudimentary version of the spell that Garriman himself restored according to the principle, which will make the eyes fatigue faster, and you need to change your eyes, which is the saying that the CD is too long.

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[Garriman's dim vision: A first-level change spell, which costs five mana points to manipulate the target's pupils, making its pupils expand or shrink, and each change costs one mana, and each mana can maintain this spell for an hour. 】

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Garriman ran to the van and climbed up to the roof in two or two clicks, and through the thin light he saw a faint, four-limbed black figure leaping out of the forest and running towards it.

Ghoul! And a lot!

Garriman was shocked, and hurriedly shouted to Rutaf, who was encouraging morale below: "Captain Rutaf, do you have any experience in commanding against the undead?" ”

Rutav looked back and saw that it was the mage Kaliman, and when he heard him talk about the undead, he didn't care about the annoying etiquette issues, and said loudly: "You say the undead? It is the undead who attack us! I have no experience fighting the undead, and the hell knows where there are still the undead. ”

"Then I will command this operation, I have commanded a team of fifteen people to fight with the undead."

Ignoring Rutaf, who was hesitant there, Garriman jumped out of the carriage and slapped a mage armor for Rutav and the other two men in the group wearing chain mail and carrying iron shields.

"I've just seen some cases where the alarms are set off by a bunch of ghouls, so you're going to have to cut off their heads to kill those monsters completely."

Garriman fired five light spells in one breath upwards to keep the line from getting too dark, and then decisively climbed back onto the roof of the car.

"Watch out for the explosion!" Garriman roared, then threw three clay explosives with all his might, and no matter how many ghouls were attacking now, he had to clear a blank barrier to give the party time to deal with the ghoul strikers and adjust to fighting the undead.

And when the ghouls rush in front and take over the party, it will be difficult for Garriman to use this kind of explosion to fight.