"Hmmm~~~" A long wolf howl came from the forest outside the town, and the terrible sound tortured the ears of the townspeople, making it impossible to sleep. Rollin, who was resting on the bench in the church hall, was also tossed and turned, unable to sleep because of the noise, so he simply got up and prepared to go outside the church for a few laps before sleeping. Outside the church, a crescent moon hangs in the sky, and the bright moon slowly sets, piercing through the mist and reflecting on the clear spring, quiet and distant. Luo Lin's somewhat irritable heart suddenly calmed down, and he sat down on the stone chair at the door, quietly enjoying the beautiful scenery of the moonlight. After a while, Rollin heard footsteps behind him, and without looking back, he knew that it was Cornworth who came out, and it seemed that he couldn't sleep either. Seeing Rollin, Cornworth was not surprised, he stepped forward and sat down on the stone chair, neither of them spoke, just sat quietly. Another wolf howl came, and it was a little closer than the previous one, and it became more and more poignant. "Is it like that every night, Pastor?" Rollin asked. "That's pretty much it. If I'm not mistaken, werewolves will attack again tonight. Cornworth looked quiet, he seemed to be used to it. Oh, that's really bad news. Rollin was startled, but then calmed down, and seeing the priest's good appearance, the situation should still be under his control. Moreover, Rollin also knew that this matter would eventually evolve into a werewolf attack on the town, so he was not surprised by the current situation, but was a little curious that Cornworth would appear in Moonlight Town. "Pastor, can I see why you came to this remote place?" The question seemed to poke Cornworth's sore spot, and he was silent, and after a while, when Rollin thought he didn't want to speak, he spoke, laughing at himself, "I have accidentally offended the bishop, and I have been deserved." "You look disgruntled." Now that he had started, Cornworth let go, shook his head and said, "It was true at first. At that time, I lived in self-pity every day, impetuous to deal with this qiē, but later, the werewolf appeared, and I became the only hope for the townspeople. Slowly, my mind calmed down and I felt the true meaning of a priest. On this night, Reverend Cornworth confessed his heart to a warrior who he looked down upon, but who could communicate smoothly and understand him. Yes, Cornworth felt that Rollin should be able to understand his words, rather than focusing only on practical gains and losses like the upper echelons of Vendôme, while completely ignoring his own heart. In fact, he himself used to be that kind of person. Rollin did not disappoint him, and he summed it up in one sentence: "It seems that the merciful God has given you a spiritual trial, and He has taken care of you. Cornworth was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "You're right, yes, this is indeed a trial. He suddenly felt that this young man was very good, and what he did to his adoptive father Ames showed that he valued love and righteousness, and that he had achieved such an achievement in a short period of time, which showed that he had never been resigned to mediocrity, and had been striving for progress. At the same time, he seems to have a gift for listening to others, which is very rare. Perhaps, he underestimated this person. 'Proud Woo~~~' Suddenly, a terrible wolf howl rang out from behind a low hillside outside the town, and the sound was loud and a little harsh. The werewolf was already very close to the town, and Cornworth guessed correctly, there would be a werewolf coming over tonight. At this time, there was a sound of hurried footsteps in the thin mist, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer, and after a while, a dozen figures appeared, it was the town's militia. These militiamen were dressed in leather armor, carried wooden bows, and carried scimitars around their waists, completely dressed as hunters. One of the leaders was slightly better equipped, with some metal cleats on the vital parts of his upper body leather armor, and he stepped forward and said, "Pastor, here we are." He looked at Cornworth with respect in his eyes, so it seemed that Sameworth was doing a good job in the town. Cornworth had already stood up and introduced to Rollin, "This is the militia captain Seth, who is very skilled in archery and swordsmanship, and is the most powerful warrior in town. "Luo Lin looked over and roughly estimated that this should be an ordinary warrior of the fifth level, which is indeed powerful for ordinary people." This is Rollin, from the city of Vendôme, and he is a ...... Uh....... a shield warrior, he'll help later. Cornworth felt he couldn't find the words to describe Rollin perfectly. Militia Captain Seth nodded faintly to Rollin, "Thank you for your assistance, warrior. However, I have to warn you that werewolves are very strong, and hand-to-hand combat with them is the most unwise way to fight, so in a moment, I hope you don't act on your own, and it is better to stand with us. "The lad looks good with his equipment, but he looks too young for Seth to trust his force. Rollin smiled and accepted the militia captain's kindness: "I will definitely be careful." The militia captain nodded, then turned to his men and shouted, "All right, brothers, climb up the towers around you, and take the priest with you, and we'll teach the beasts a lesson from the towers, as before!" "There are several high wooden platforms around the square in the middle of town, and Rollin hadn't paid attention to their purpose before, but now he knows that they were originally used against werewolves. The militiamen all nodded and climbed up to the platform, Cornworth climbed up with the help of one of the militiamen, and another quickly disemboweled, and placed it in the square in the middle of the town, leaving the reindeer to struggle and scream. Rollin also climbed the high platform, he stood beside the priest Cornworth, seeing this, understanding the militia's intentions, he asked, "Will the werewolves be attracted by this reindeer?" "Yes, those beasts will go crazy when they smell flesh." Militia Captain Seth is unequivocal, they have already hunted several werewolves in this way, and it is very effective. Rollin also noticed a small noise coming from the surrounding houses, sounding as if they were reinforcing doors and windows, and it seemed that everyone was used to werewolf raids.

"Whoa~~" "Whoa~~" "Whoop~~" The wolf howl sounded in all directions of the town, and the sound was a little dense. Militia Captain Seth's face was a little heavy, and he shouted, "Brothers, be careful, the wolf cubs look a little too much tonight." "How many do you usually come, Pastor?" Rollin asked Cornworth beside him softly. Cornworth lowered his voice and said, "It's usually three, sometimes six, but we can handle it." ”

After saying that, he began to pray in a low voice, and after about three seconds, a soft light lit up from his hand, and then became a ball of light and began to float upward, and the light ball flew for a while, splitting into many small balls of light, which flew towards each militia separately.

Luo Lin was also taken care of, and he also got a ball of light, which directly submerged into his body, and he immediately felt that his spirit was doubled, and his body was full of strength. A message rings in my head: Acquire Divine Magic: Tenacity. Your vitality is boosted by 1o points, and the effect lasts for 2 hours. Ordinary people only have 1o vitality points, even if it is a militia captain, an ordinary soldier of level 5, the vitality level is 2o points to the sky. To them, the magic was simply extraordinary, and it was no wonder that the militia had such respect for Cornworth. The reindeer's struggle in the square became weaker and weaker, and its blood was sprinkled almost all over the square, and the smell of blood came out and spread in all directions. "Whew~~~" The faster the wolf's howl, the closer the distance became, listening to the sound, these werewolves came straight to the square, and they were really attracted by the flesh and blood. "This is a bunch of beasts!" There are militias who disdain authentic. "One day, I'll shoot the Black Witch who cast the curse to death with one arrow!" The militia captain whispered fiercely, and then he shouted: "Everyone, prepare!" "The militiamen are armed with arrows and bows, ready to attack. Rollin also has a sword and shield in his hand to deal with possible unexpected situations. After three seconds, three werewolves appeared, and they ran quickly, aiming at the reindeer in the square. "They're smart." The militia captain had been aiming, but now the werewolves were dodging left and right as they ran, and from time to time they blocked his vision with the help of obstacles, making it impossible for him to aim. "Whoosh!" With a loud sound, a militiaman shot an arrow at the werewolf, but the werewolf suddenly turned and dodged. "These guys don't seem to be pure beasts either." Rollin whispered to Cornworth. In his eyes, the werewolf in front of him is extremely strong, and the result of Zhi's brain estimation is: level 12 ordinary werewolf, strength 3o, coordination 3o, and has the vitality of far ordinary people. The militia captain is right, these werewolves are very strong in hand-to-hand combat, with his current ability, it is already the limit to deal with three at the same time, if it is a group attack, he must turn on the state of anger. Cornworth didn't answer, his eyes fixed on the werewolf in the square, his brow full of worry. For some reason, he felt something was wrong tonight.

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