After the sound of the conjuring bell gradually faded away, the bodies of the three children gradually recovered, and they trembled and emerged from their hiding place.

"What the hell is this—" Howard, who had come back to his senses for a long time, said with a palpitation.

"Necromancer. This guy is a necromancer!" Falaya said, "That's what my mom and dad say. ”

"What!" Howard gasped, knowing that it was synonymous with death even though he was still a child.

"It was still sunny, and then it was night, and then the spirit wizard drove around the streets killing people. I ......" Faleia clasped her hands around her shoulders, her body sifting through it, and she had not yet recovered from the long shock.

"What about the city lord? doesn't he care, and the army that protects the town?" Howard asked.

"The army is all ...... It's gone. The uncles with the knives were gone in the first place. Falaya deliberately avoided the word "death."

"What about the pastor of the church? He won't care. ”

"The pastor is gone. There is also the city lord and uncle...... And mom and dad, they all ......."

At this, the little girl burst into tears.

"Miss Faria. Howard stretched out his hand to comfort her, but suddenly remembered the difference in their identities, and his hand was halfway out and retracted.

"I—I'm so scared of ......," the little girl burst into tears.

Witnessing the murder of her loved ones caused great damage to her young and untouched heart.

Duros hurriedly rushed over, stretched out his arms and took the initiative to protect Fareya into his arms: "Don't worry, Falaiya. Your mom and dad don't have to be fine. Well, maybe it'll be fine. Even though you see them burning, oh no! Maybe they're not burning. Oh, no, they were burned a little bit. Oh my God, what did I say? I said...... Well, I mean: maybe things aren't what you see. It's an illusion, a hallucination, you know? That is, you may see them burning, but they may not be burned. Perhaps, the two of them may be waiting for you somewhere now. So, stop crying...... Don't cry, Faria!

In order to comfort Faria, Duros pulled up a big lie that even he didn't believe, but it was useless at all, and Fareya cried more and more desolately, which made Duros even more panicked.

I don't know if it was because she was dissatisfied with Dulos's nonsense, or because she felt that his arms could not give her the security she deserved, Fareya broke free from Dulos's arms, threw herself into Howard's arms, buried her head in the latter's chest and continued to cry.

This made Dulos very embarrassed, and he spread his hands in a bit of frustration, while Howard was at a loss.

Instinctively, however, Howard involuntarily and naturally reached for Faria's back and patted it rhythmically and slowly.

Although no words of comfort were uttered, this wordless consolation was more effective than any fancy language. Faria's cries grew smaller and softer, and her feelings seemed to subside.

At this time, Dulos couldn't stand it anymore, and rushed over and pushed Howard away: "Are you still finished? Then Duros turned to Falaia, his voice becoming soft, "Miss Falaia, let's get out of this town quickly, it'll be too late if we don't run." ”

"No, I'm not going anywhere. Duros, you go on your own. Falaya shook her head.

She didn't want to leave her hometown, where she had been a child, and she didn't want to leave her loved ones, even though she knew they were already in bad luck.

Hearing that Fareya didn't want to leave, Duros became anxious: "How can this be? How could I run alone?"

"Huh, did the Lord of the Castle ask you to protect Miss Falaia?" Howard asked curiously.

"Needless to say?" said Duros proudly, "it was the Lord's own entrustment. I've been protecting Miss Faleia from the City Lord's Mansion all the way here. The last sentence, Dulos aggravated his tone.

"That's strange, why did you end up at the City Lord's Mansion?" Howard continued.

"This, this ......" Dulos was speechless for a moment, he would not say such a shameful thing as having caused another catastrophe and his parents twisted him to the city lord's mansion to plead guilty. After a long time, he said, "Don't meddle with your business." Anyway, get Fareya to a safe place first. ”

So the three children ran through the dark streets. Although the view is extremely poor, this is their hometown after all, and it is quite easy to recognize the way.

However, the child is still too tender after all. The necromancer's hearse wasn't fast, but he wasn't worried that the townspeople would escape, so he had a solution. No matter how far away it is, as long as there is a living creature in the path of the hearse's ruts, it will be perceived by the undead goat holding the hearse in its track.

The hearse, which was moving slowly in "Zala" and "Zala", suddenly stopped, and an undead goat pulling the cart bleated.

"Ding Bang" - The necromancer, who senses something strange, shakes the bell, and the four goats pull the hearse together and turn around and walk back.

The three children did not look back, all the way through the desolate streets, and they did not meet a single living person again. The streets are filled with the smell of burnt burnt and flying cloths, and if there is any trace of a "person" who has ever been there, it is the faintly recognizable black marks of human figures left on the ground. This can probably tell them what happened to the people in the town.

The town has an entrance and exit in the east and west directions, and the hearse is moving from west to east, so the three children are running in the opposite direction, that is, the west exit. In the darkness, they could faintly see the intersection of the town leading to the outside world, and the three children could not hide the excitement in their hearts, and accelerated their pace and rushed towards the intersection.

Suddenly rose up ahead

A cloud of fog completely obscured the intersection.

Faced with this sudden change, the three children all stopped. Although the road ahead was ahead, the strong sense of fear that rose in their hearts made them dare not take another step.

Then, the worst thing they feared in their hearts happened.

"Ding, Ding, ......"

"Ding, Ding, ......"

The sound of a life-threatening bell ringing in his ears was gradually increasing, indicating that the rapidly shaking spirit-calling bell was approaching.

Howard, Faria, Dulos, the three children didn't run away and didn't scream. Because the moment they hear the bell, their body's freedom of movement has been taken away, including the ability to speak, and the only thing their bodies can move is their hearts and eyeballs.

In the midst of that fog of despair, the necromancer emerged in the hearse drawn by four undead sheep, and approached the three children unhurriedly.

Thinking of the smell of burning, the rags flying everywhere, the blackened black marks of a humanoid, Howard could probably guess what fate awaited him. But when he was closest to death, Howard was not very afraid, because he was originally a hard-working child with nothing, and from the day he was sold by his parents, Howard did not have any hope for his future, and only had a good wish for painting, so that he could live hard. However, a person's will to survive is rooted in the subconscious, and as long as there are things in the world that make him think, he will not give in lightly to death.

When Howard rolls his eyes vigorously, trying to look greedily at the world before he dies, but when his eyes fall on Fareya and Duros, scenes about his past with Falaya and Duros reappear in front of him.

He remembered Falaia's admiration for his paintings and Falaia's encouragement, the evil deeds that Dulos had bullied him and the jokes that Duroth had laughed at each of his appearances...... Immediately after, the faces of other people in the town swept in front of him one by one. Mr. Ulton, the shoemaker, the pastor of the church, the companion of the singers, the warm aunt of the neighborhood, the owner of the paint shop...... The trajectory of his daily life, all the happiness and unhappiness, the tragedy, the joys and sorrows, aren't these just the evidence that he once lived in a small town?

Although the people in his memories are gone, the two companions around him are still alive, and the reluctance to die and the pursuit of life are immediately ignited.

"I don't want to die! I can't die! at least...... At least let my companion live!"

The strong will to survive was unprecedented in his heart, and from that young heart, an unyielding cry was issued......

Emilia, the "Ripper on a Rainy Night", follows the Lich King Callowan into the Forbidden Lands.

They walked through the long hallway and into a wide, bright hall.

Standing in the middle of the hall was a huge piece of permafrost ice, and inside the ice was a beautiful girl who was naked. This caught Amilia's attention.

"Who is she?"

Emilia stopped in front of the ice, curiously reaching out to touch it. She felt that she had a special relationship with the girl in the ice, as if she had known each other for a long time.

Sensing Amelia's actions, the Lich King also stopped, turned around, and said, "I know how you feel right now. Yes, you do have a special relationship with Falaia, and I'll explain that to you, but not now. ”

"Understood. Hearing her master say this, Emilia obediently removed her hand from the ice.

The two walked to the end of the hall. The Lich King activates the hidden mechanism on the wall, and a secret door opens in the wall.

They walked through the secret door and continued to chase down the second hall, where Platinum came to another hall.

In the center of this hall also stood a large piece of permafrost ice, but it was no longer a young girl, but a hearse.

Not only the hearse itself, but also the four undead goats pulling the cart were also frozen in ice, and in addition, there were also the conjuring bells and the long whip that drove the car, the only difference was that the driver in charge of driving was not on it.

"This?" Emilia looked up, looking at the Lich King.

"That's exactly what I'm going to give you. "The Lich King said," it is the legacy of the necromancer Callowing. In today's world, you are probably the only one who can control it. ”

"Inheritance, master, you mean it's your ......"

"It's not me, it's another Calloving: the right-hand man of the former Lich King Sandru, the 'Soul Burial Coachman' Callowing. I'm just borrowing someone else's name. ”