At the same time, Nosa was instantly relieved from the pressure and immediately recited the incantation softly: "Vic_nevos." ”

A dark purple sword that Jude had never seen before appeared in the bounty hunter's left hand, almost the same size and size as Maldos, and with the same modest shape.

The sword shot out with Nosa's movements, piercing through Modres' chest and pinning him to the wall behind him.

"Ahem, you damned things, you're willing to be lackeys of the church!" the necromancer glared at the bounty hunter and then at the boy, snarling hysterically, "one day you will follow the same path as me, mage, I curse you!

"My minions have gathered in the north, and even if I die, my army of the undead will engulf you!

"Haha, hahahaha," the mad face laughed uncontrollably, blood choking out of his throat and staining the floor of the atrium red, "The wheel of fortune has begun to spin...... In the end, you're all going to have to pay the price...... Ahem, hahahaha......"

Finally, Modres reached the end of his life with a creepy laugh, and the Mardos in his hand fell to the ground.

Without saying a word, Nosa walked up to the necromancer, picked up the light gray sword, and recited a spell to break the seal.

The bounty hunter drew the dark purple sword that pierced Modres' chest, shook his wrist and flung the blood from it, leaving the necromancer's body to sit on the ground.

Grabbing both swords and glancing at each of them, Nossa tossed them to the sides, causing them to dissipate into thin air.

The previous forced re-casting of the spell counteract caused a great mental burden on the young man, and at this time, Jude felt that the world was spinning, his ears were buzzing, and his mind was in chaos, and he couldn't concentrate at all.

Leia's reassurance and Kirikanon's encouragement did not help, and it was not until Archbishop Alphonsos cast a divine spell that the boy gradually recovered.

"I never thought that this would be how things would end up like this. The bounty hunter walked over to this side, looked around at the people with complicated expressions, and spread his hands, "Fortunately, there are no casualties. ”

"No, more than a dozen fearless guards died. Leia's voice was sad, "Modres brought their bodies back to life, and finally they were laid to rest in the Light. ”

"I see, allow me to apologize for my earlier words. Nossa saluted, "and paid his respects to the warriors." ”

"It's not over yet. "If what Modres says is true, we will face a fierce battle tomorrow night. Snow is in danger. ”

Hearing this, Jude, who was still a little dizzy and uncomfortable, looked around and found that everyone had serious expressions.

After a brief clean-up of the battlefield, the Church began to urgently mobilize and study a coping strategy, while the bounty hunters and boys went to the Lord's Palace to inform the Marquis of Vorensis of Modres' death.

After patiently listening to Nosa's account of today's events, the Marquis seemed to be very happy as if he had been relieved of his great trouble. The middle-aged man fulfilled his promise on the spot and called on the servant to pay the bounty hunter a reward of one gold and forty silver.

The two of them expressed their sincere gratitude to the lord, but instead of staying in the marquis's palace to eat, they immediately set off for the Winter Wheat Tavern.

After a hasty dinner, Nosa handed the boy a heavy bag of coins, saying that it was his half of the bounty.

Seventy silver coins, an unprecedented fortune for Jude. He hadn't even thought about what he was going to do with the money, and he couldn't help but be a little overwhelmed by the surprise.

"Speaking of which, Nosa," the boy recalls the previous battle, "you have two swords?"

"I didn't say I only had a sword. Nosa looked helpless, "That's Nelsus, which means 'Twilight' in the Eurus language. The one you are familiar with, Maldos, you know, means 'Ash' in the Euros language. They're a pair of their own, and like your black sword, they're forged from Isetello steel. ”

After a brief introduction to his two swords, the bounty hunter added, "I also have a title for this, which they gave me - 'Gray Light (Ashen_Light)'. ”

Jude savored the word "Gray ......," failing to grasp the meaning, and at the same time wondered who Nosa meant by "they".

As the boy pondered, the bounty hunter suddenly motioned for him to pack his bags—they were about to leave the snow overnight and embark on their journey back to the West.

"What?" Jude didn't react, "Didn't Mordres say before he died that his army of the undead would attack Snowfall tomorrow night?"

"Even if that's true, what do we have to do with it?" Nossa patted the boy on the shoulder, "The Marquis's commission has been completed, the bounty has been paid, and it's time to go home." ”

"If things are as Modres says, shouldn't we stay and defend the city?"

"Defending the snowfall is something that the lord and the church should consider, you and I are just two bounty hunters, how much can we do in front of a large army?" the bounty hunter analyzed the situation for the young man, "besides, if we set foot on the battlefield and fight valiantly for the fate of this city, who will pay us? and even if there is, is the reward proportional to the risk? and even if we die, how many people will remember?"

"Think about it, Jude. What do you want, what do you do, do us do this, these two questions cannot be left without clear answers. ”

Nosa was right, the boy looked at the bounty hunter with some distraction, in front of an army of thousands, the power of an individual was admittedly extremely limited. In this icy wasteland, even if you die in battle and sacrifice your life in a foreign land, there are probably not many people who mourn you.

But if everybody thinks like that, everybody runs away from protecting themselves, who is going to protect the city?

What's more, on Leia's side, the matter of the saintess, he hasn't investigated it clearly, and he can't just abandon the girl, and abandon his only remaining 'relatives' in this world.

After some consideration, Jude finally made up his mind, and had his own answer in mind.

"I'm sorry, Nosa. The boy replied to the bounty hunter, "I'm afraid I won't be able to go back to the West with you." You know, Leia, Her Highness the Holy Maiden, I don't worry about her. If your previous speculation is true, I can't just watch her being used by the church. ”