Barrett staggered through the streets of Giethoorn, and many of the undead noticed him as an alien along the way, but they did not attack, not intending to "correct" his mistakes. These undead just stopped where they were, staring at him with eyes full of dead silence, with longing and remembrance in their eyes, but more often than not, confusion.

Six or seven ghouls, crawling on all fours, followed Barrett like hyenas. This undead creature is the embodiment of hunger and greed, and an indelible curse of hunger is engraved in the depths of the soul where it was created. Even Viscount Fried's coercive orders could not completely suppress the effects of the curse.

So on the one hand, these ghouls wanted to tear apart Barrit's body and devour the sweet and fresh flesh of the living, and on the other hand, they were afraid of Viscount Fried's orders and did not dare to take the initiative to attack.

So, they hung from afar, hoping that the wounded Barrett would fall on his own.

"Go, go, big villain, watch out for Eve biting you!" The little teal ghosts floated above the ghouls, trying to make a fierce expression, trying to drive them away, but the hungry were only unheard of the crisp chirping of the kingfisher, and their eyes were only Barrett, a living man rarely seen in a hundred years.

Seeing that her intimidation didn't deter these villains, Eve could only float back to Barritt's side and report angrily, "Uncle Big Man, these ugly guys have been following us, what should we do?"

"Ahem, just let them follow, don't bother. Barrett clutched his chest and walked along, "Still, if they really want to pounce, it's best to alert me in time." "He wasn't going to rely on Viscount Fried's promises for his safety.

"Oh, okay. The little ghost nodded obediently and floated back into the air, staring at the ghoul not far behind him, and then at Barrett who was staggering forward, "Big uncle, that, will you die?"

The question made Barrett's cough even more intense, "Of course!" he replied angrily.

"Ah, really?" the little ghost's eyes widened in surprise. She quickly returned to Barrett's side, and subconsciously wanted to touch Barrit's face with her little hand, but when the little hand was just raised, she held back as if she remembered something.

"But that will be many years away. Barrett added, "Ahem, maybe thirty years, maybe forty years, or fifty or sixty years, who knows." Maybe I'll live to be more than 100 years old. He smiled and coughed, saying things he didn't believe.

The natural lifespan of humans on this continent is higher than that of the Blue Planet, and almost every town and village here has people over 100 years old, but in the adventurer's business, there are few long-lived people.

"Oh, I see, that's good, that's good, hehe. "Don't you know, big uncle, when you were fighting with your lord, I was about to die hiding in the little tombstone...... Oh, I was already dead, haha. ”

The little ghost laughed in mid-air as if he had discovered something very interesting. After a long time, he spoke again, "You guys were fighting so fiercely, I was so worried that I was too nervous to speak! I originally wanted to cheer you on, but I was afraid that making a noise would distract you. When you were knocked to the ground again by the lord, I thought you were going to be killed by him. And then it occurred to me that if you did die, it wouldn't be bad, hee-hee, so you could stay here forever. If she was back outside, Eve wouldn't be able to come out at any time. ”

"And then I thought to myself, it's not right to have such thoughts, how can Eve want you to die? Then I rushed out without thinking about it, trying to protect you. Uncle big man, you say, is Eve well-behaved?"

Barrett looked helplessly at the little ghost floating around him, wanting to get a compliment, "Kill me, ahem, he's still far away!" he exclaimed, "I want to state again that I didn't lose the battle, it was a tie at the time. I fell to the ground, but it was fine, cough ......"

He held back his cough and said, "What's more, your lord is not having a good time. Didn't you see that my axe was still in the gap between his shoulder armor, and if the axe had been angled more accurately, would you have known what the result would be?"

"What is it?"

Barrett made a head-chopping motion, "If you don't come out to interrupt, it's not clear whether you'll win or lose." "Adventurers never throw in the towel.

"That's right. The little ghost nodded as if he didn't understand, "Then, who is more powerful, you or the lord?"

"He's a little bit better than me in this sealed space, ahem, but if I get out, I can beat him up like Corey, believe it or not. ”

"Hee-hee, don't believe it. ”

"Don't believe me, go keep an eye on those ghouls. ”

"Oh, okay. ”

Barrett coughed again, slowly moving forward as she recalled the details of the battle.

At that time, the battle situation was indeed very thrilling, and Viscount Freed, who was in a dual-wielding state, used both melee attacks and long-range spells quite sharply.

And using a throwing axe to fight each other remotely is undoubtedly a very stupid act. So in order not to keep himself from rolling around like the laughing clown in the circus, Barrett had only one way to go.

Flying axes parry, sharp swords slash, rune swords are frosty. The two sides fought like a storm, and the four weapons were like two pairs of dancers dancing together in an elegant, graceful court dance—touching each other, then separating, and occasionally exchanging partners to the symphonic music. (Please refer to the country dance in the UK)

Fortunately, Barrett also has some experience with this kind of 'death dance' danced by two pairs of 'dancers', although he usually doesn't dance often, but this does not mean that he is not a good dancer.

It's just that the pair of 'dancers' in Barrit's hands did not have the upper hand in this metallic 'dance' as he imagined.

His greatest advantage is his ability to force Viscount Freed to follow his own rhythm by constantly moving, so as to take advantage of the opponent's weakness of mobility and find an opportunity to end the battle.

However, the lame Viscount Freed, although it is indeed inconvenient in terms of movement, but two rune swords are better at defending and parrying than one rune greatsword, so he can block Barrett's attack without leaking, and can also use the wind impact and icicle thrust with a wide area from time to time, so that our barbarian adventurers do not dare to devote all their energy to attacking.

Barrett couldn't help but be a little glad now, but fortunately, the arrogant Viscount Freed was a little light in the battle, if he directly turned on the dual-wielding state at the beginning of the battle, Barrett might really be a little more lucky.

However, this difficult battle was finally interrupted by this little ghost in mid-air, which was always uneasy.

At that time, Barrett found a good opportunity through constant maneuvering. His sword broke through Viscount Fried's defenses, deceiving his opponent's center of gravity, and then slashed straight at Viscount Fried's neck with a steel hand axe, which was more suitable for close-quarters attacks.

The Viscount's two weapons were too late to parry, but just as Barrett's axe was about to reach his body, the Viscount narrowly and dangerously turned sideways and met it with his shoulder armor.

Eventually, the axe slashed into the gap between the shoulder armor and his neck, and after shattering the chain mail, it stabbed deep into Viscount Freed's right shoulder, almost removing the entire arm of the Viscount.

The axe was stuck tightly and could not be pulled out, and Barrit's figure paused slightly.

He didn't have time to dodge the angry attack that followed by the Viscount's left hand, and he was swept in the chest by a runic weapon. Fortunately, he used the sword in his hand to block it slightly, avoiding the danger of being directly disemboweled, but he was still knocked out again by Viscount Freed.

After this, the little ghost ran out of the amulet without permission, floating in the air between the two, begging Viscount Freed not to kill her big uncle, and explained the situation incoherently.

Barritt was embarrassed by the presence of the little ghost, as it made it look like he was about to lose. But in fact, Barrett does still have the strength to fight, although it can't be said to be 100% able to turn the tables, but at least it can make the opponent not feel better.

But then again, the appearance of the little ghost did give the two big guys who were fighting inseparably in the church a rather decent truce justification.

And Viscount Freed confirmed her identity as a citizen of Sheephorn Town as soon as the little ghost appeared. After listening to her brief account of her past with Barrett, Lord Viscount also asked if the little ghost wanted to stay, or if he planned to stay with Barrett.

And the answer of the little ghost has not changed.

After this, the two men who stood at each other were silent for a long time. Eventually, Viscount Freed generously tossed the Lich Crate to Barrett and told him to leave with the little ghost.

And Barrett, whose goal has been achieved, naturally has no reason to stay......

At this time, Barrett was slowly walking along the walls of the town with the little ghosts around him and a group of ghouls behind him. He is not very familiar with the town, so he chooses to go this way at least not to get lost.

I don't know how long he walked, and the main gate on the west side of the town finally appeared in front of him. And as he got closer and closer to the door, a huge rusty iron hook, with the grinding sound of chains and the whistling sound of breaking through the air, suddenly flew in from the darkness outside the door, aiming straight at Barrett.

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