Ten thousand sounds were silent, and the town of Rivervalley, which had not many inhabitants, fell asleep with the night, and time passed quickly like a babbling river, until the middle of the moon, the four guards who had been drowsy suddenly shivered, and at the same time woke up.

Something is wrong, something is very wrong!

Even if the militia is not formally formed, they are dutiful to their duties and never take a nap while standing guard. What's more, it's the night shift now, and the time period when you need to be vigilant and improve your preparedness the most, even if you forget about one, you actually get sleepy at the same time, which can no longer be described as accidental.

Seeing each other's horror in their eyes, all four instinctively grabbed the whistle hanging around their necks.

The calm was broken by a quick and shrill whistle, and Fran, who had just fallen asleep, hurriedly got up, did not care to get dressed, grabbed the long sword leaning against the head of the bed, and ran out barefoot.

Fran, who was already asleep and preoccupied, couldn't sleep at all, and his wife's consolation did not allow him to completely let go of his worries. His astonishing instincts were praised by both Lords administrators, who lamented that if it weren't for the limitations of his human identity, he would have been invited to join the druids.

The man, despite his very distinctly Altyn characteristics, Fran felt that something was wrong.

Not the flatter facial features of the average Altyn, but ...... Something indescribable. If you have to find an adjective, only use words that are relatively close to aura or interior. Apparently he hadn't opened his eyes, nor had he looked at each other, Fran just decided that the man was different, with his almost prophetic intuition.

Nina, who was also awakened by the sound of the police whistle, only saw the back of her husband running away, and she didn't dare to be careless after grabbing her clothes and putting them on haphazardly, and took out the crossbow that was placed under the bed. Cautiously and vigilantly walked to the wide open door, and was about to look out. A shadow stepped into the room without warning, and Nina's scalp was numb and she almost screamed.

The dark blue flames burning in the sunken eye sockets illuminated the room in a miserable contrast, in stark contrast to the dull armor. Not mindless wandering corpse skeletons, but above that, higher ranks. Undead with self-thinking.

Fran......

Nina silently recited her husband's name, and the soaring fear instantly filled her heart and mind.

The guards who were able to get past the entrance and the militia who patrolled all night clearly had broken through the outermost and basic defenses. This small town with a population of only a few dozen has only a militia with simple training, which cannot be compared with the regular army, and in front of the undead, the only one who can be called combat effectiveness is the druid of the Temple of the Soul. As the replacement of Gondelho, who died a few months ago due to a sneak attack by the orcs, the glow elves who emit a faint soft light all over their bodies proved their strength by repelling the attacking orcs alone at the beginning of their arrival.

Thinking of this, the hope that had fallen to the bottom was rekindled. Nina slammed through the window and tripped over a hot and humid object as soon as she landed. Looking through the candlelight reflected in the room, she was tripped over a mutilated corpse, the top half of her head up to her nose was completely gone, blood seeping from the neat facets, soaking the ground a dark brown. From the last half of his face, he could barely recognize that it was Erwin, the youngest member of the patrol, who had only come of age last month. Fran has repeatedly complained that he is too playful. Completely unaware of the responsibility on his shoulders. A sixteen-year-old child, as tall as himself. Even his facial features didn't grow at all, and just like that, he died.

Thinking of the undead at home, Nina ignored the vomiting sensation gushing from the depths of her throat, got up with her hands and feet, and rushed to the temple of the soul a hundred steps away as fast as possible.

As long as the druids don't die. The Temple of the Soul is the safest place. Unlike living orcs, the undead cannot set foot in the realm of life as opposed to the priesthood.

Click, click, unhurried footsteps are always behind you.

Nina didn't even dare to look back at how far the undead were from her, she just ran as hard as she could. Use all your strength.

It's almost there. As long as you turn this branch, you will see the secret door of the Sudin Temple......

But all Nina's expectations were shattered, and her husband, the militia patrol leader of Riverdale, and his men confronted the villagers against dozens of skeletons, and the temple of the soul, which was supposed to be a sanctuary, remained closed.

"Open the door!"

"Open the door!"

"Help, I don't want to die yet. ”

"Lord Druid, please open the door and let us in!"

Cries for help came and went, and the corresponding militia fell one after another.

Fran's eyes cracked, and the corners of his mouth cracked.

Why? The druids who were supposed to protect the villagers would not save them when they saw death? The pillars of the earth who were supposed to protect the town would turn a blind eye? We have always worshiped sincerely, is it because we are human?

"Ahh

With another scream, Fran turned his head to see that it was Becky, who was half a year older than Elwin, and the black sword of the undead knight had almost split him in half, and the blood gushing out of it would be drenched in the child he was protecting.

"Becky!"

The moment Nina saw her husband turn back, the undead spirit who was holding him raised the sword in his hand and couldn't help but cry out.

"Be careful! Fran!"

Fran, who hurriedly returned to his senses, raised his sword to block, but he was still unable to resist the brute force of the skeleton knight, and was swept down by the sword of the company, and the steaming intestines slipped out of the cut wound, and the severe pain made Fran unable to get up, and could only watch the skeleton knight, who was no different from death, walking towards him step by step. This scene completely broke Nina's mental defense, she didn't care about the skeletons standing in rows outside the Suzun Temple, she didn't care about the looming chill behind her, and her eyes were full of only her husband.

At this moment, the secret door of the closed Sudzu Hall slowly opened.

Not only the villagers, but even the undead stopped killing.

Coming out of the door was not a handsome glow elf, but a young human with slightly dark skin.

Seeing his appearance, Fran, who was still quite conscious, was extremely remorseful.

Is it really this guy?

You shouldn't hesitate to think that you are a human being and have compassion.

If I had known that it would bring disaster to everyone, I should have stabbed him to death by the river!

"Who is this guy?"

"What about the druids?"

"How is he?"

"It's Neiying! He must have brought in the undead!"

Surprise and anger replaced pleading, and just when everyone decided that the young man who had replaced the druid was an accomplice with the undead, he raised his hand, and the bright white light split into dozens of thin rays of light, piercing the undead who fanned out the entrance to the hall of the soul with lightning speed.

There was a strange buzzing sound echoing in my ears, as if it had some kind of resonance. And what happened next shocked everyone, including those who didn't die.

The withered branches of the secret door were rejuvenated, as if the earth had rejuvenated, and in the blink of an eye, fresh green leaves were born.

"This ...... It's ......" Fran sat up straight and stroked his waist in disbelief, enough that the fatal wound had healed. If it weren't for the pain, he would have thought it was a hallucination before he died.

"How are you, are you alright?" Throwing herself on her husband, Nina excitedly kept touching back and forth where there should have been a big opening, making sure that it was intact before looking at Fran with a stunned expression.

"I'm fine, Nina. Fran, who survived the disaster, hugged his wife tightly and was glad that she was still alive.

"Captain......" The weak call caused the couple to turn back, and Becky looked puzzled for clarification, "I remember being slashed." It hurts......"

That's right, almost split in half. The wound is also there, as if it is ...... was cured.

What kind of power is this? It is not an exaggeration to say that it can heal the body in such a short period of time.

The skeleton knight, who had slain the villagers a few moments earlier, turned to black ash with a thud, and was blown away by the night wind, and the people looked at each other, not knowing what had happened, as if everything had been a dream.

Until the druid stepped out of the temple of the soul. They came to their senses.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Lord Druid, was it a hallucination?

The fair complexion could not hide the pale nature of Iris. Several times I opened my mouth, but I couldn't say the full character. Seeing that the situation was not right, the villagers who were gossiping quickly quieted down, their eyes scanning back and forth between strangers and elves.

"Thanks to Your Excellency's help, Riverdale was saved from this undead sneak attack, and I thank you on behalf of the entire village. ”

Your Excellency, you.

The druids used such words for a mere human being. The villagers were confused and confused. What is the origin of this Altyn man?

And the most surprising of them all was the patrol, this guy who was carried back from the mountains and forests by them killed dozens of skeleton knights with just a finger move, which is equivalent to the combat power of a regiment of regular troops. Is he really human? Not some kind of higher species that pretends to be human?

The glow elf's words made Fran's "who are you" that had already come to his lips to stop, but the man seemed to sense his doubts. Tilting his head slightly, he glanced at him with a meaningful look, and then spoke the lingua franca in a strange pronunciation.

"Good night, everyone. I am the new Pillar of the Earth Child of Nature, Befast. ”

The Altyn of the Horacio Mountains, no one cares if it's his real name, or is it just a random code name?Everyone was shocked by his self-proclaimed name, Child of Nature, Apostle of the Pillar, Advocate of the Earth, Divine Incarnate. The appearance of such a big man in Riverdale immediately dispelled the villagers' fear of the undead.

Fran got up with Nina's support and bowed to the young man who had just introduced himself.

"The town of Riverdale welcomes you, Apostle of the Pillar. ”

"Your Excellency!"

In the midst of the cordial welcome, there was a very different shout, and a mother knelt down in front of the young man who called herself Befast, and asked everyone to say what was on their mind.

"Please save my son. ”

With the exception of the people here, the rest of the villagers have been killed by the undead in their sleep, and everyone hopes that the Child of Nature will cause another miracle.

The young man's eyes drooped, he glanced at the child in the woman's arms, and said in a light tone: "He is dead, and even the power of God cannot pull back the soul that has returned to the flow of life." ”

"Ahh

The grief of the loss of a loved one echoed in Riverdale for a long time. (To be continued......)