In order to prevent possible undead reinforcements, the surviving old and weak women and children were approved by the elf druids to enter the temple of the soul, and the remaining patrols and young men endured their grief to clean up the town, collect the burials for the deceased, and check whether there are any remaining undead.

Seeing Erwin with half of his head cut off outside the broken window of his house, Fran felt a pain in his heart, and if it wasn't for his own orders, the child would not have died. As soon as he left home, he met Erwin and Becky, who had come to report, and the two had an argument about the Altyns they had brought back during the day, and they met to go to the patrol's training ground to have a discussion, only to find that the patrol that was supposed to patrol the town was gone, and fearing another orc attack, hurried to the captain's residence, not wanting to hear the warning whistle halfway.

When the enemy attacked, most of the villagers were still asleep, and after a brief weighing of the pros and cons, Fran made the decision to flee.

Today's River Valley Town can't withstand another bloodbath, the food and finances hoarded in the village are far less important than lives, as long as people are alive, those things outside the body can be accumulated and recaptured.

Considering that Becky was more sedate, Fran asked him to go with him to the entrance of the town to investigate the enemy, and asked the frizzy Erwin to inform the townspeople.

Kneeling beside her best friend, Becky's already dirty clothes were stained ochre red by the blood-soaked ground.

"Blame me...... If it weren't for ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was weighed heavily on his shoulders.

"It's not your fault, blame the undead who didn't die!"

"Captain......

"Now is not the time to cry! ”

"But ......"

"No, you don't want your best friend to become an undead, so burn him along with the other victims. Fran didn't want to be in such a hurry, but cremation was the only way to prevent a corpse. No matter how strong the druids and the children of nature are, they can't take care of the entire town all the time, and these are what patrols should and must do.

Wipe away tears. Wrapping Erwin's body in a blanket that Fran had brought out of his home, Becky refused the help of his teammates and carried his friend alone to the town square where the fire was raging. There, uninjured young men were already burning corpses under the command of the Children of Nature.

One by one, the victims were placed on a wooden pile made of dismantled wooden houses and furniture, and fires were lit, and the black smoke and blazing flames separated life from death, and people remembered and swore with whimpering and cursing. The blood of the undead will be paid for by blood.

Soon it was Becky's turn, but he refused to let go of Erwin, who had grown up together since childhood, and was better than a brother if he was not a brother. The replay in my mind is full of memories of the two of them from childhood to adulthood, training together, joining patrols at the same time, and always forming a group when they go out on patrol......

"No matter how reluctant I am. His life was gone. ”

Nature's special pronunciation pulls Becky back to reality from her memories. The smell of blood, which had been isolated all along, suddenly became stronger, and Becky bit her lip, put Erwin on the pile, and took the torch from the captain's hand.

Boom -

The rising flames turned into a rampart, engulfing Erwin's horrific corpse.

"Revenge, I want revenge......"

Becky muttered to herself, like the other townsfolk who had lost their loved ones. Suddenly. He seemed to think of something, and turned his head sharply. Look at the child of nature who is calm from beginning to end, or has an indifferent attitude.

"Since you have such a strong force, why don't you give advance warning?"

The sobbing voice stopped abruptly under his questioning, and everyone looked at the young man who dared to ask the doubt, either in surprise or amazement.

"Why are you pretending to be unconscious and let us take you back to town?"

When it comes to the second sentence, even honorifics are omitted.

"Becky!" Fran snorted, trying to silence him, but the young man, who was carried away by anger, had completely ignored the fact that he was standing in front of him, and the child of nature who had easily slaughtered the undead who had slaughtered most of the town, his eyes were full of anger with questioning.

"Flies don't bite eggs, I thought you should know in your hearts why. ”

This sentence is why, and it is an affirmative sentence.

There was a gasp, and those who had thought the same as Becky hurriedly lowered their heads, not daring to look directly into the eyes of the children of nature, who were almost night.

Becky's breath quickened.

He even asked me why?

"You-" As soon as he started, he was suppressed by the small voice of the wheat-skinned youth.

"That's right, this place is blessed by the Pillars of the Earth, and it is impossible for the undead to enter the realm of the gods who are in charge of life. But ......" The peculiar voice changed suddenly, not gentle, but at least it could be called peaceful, and the tone became cold and hard, like ice crystals hitting each other, bringing out a cold feeling like a blizzard: "That's also in the absence of ghosts." ”

As soon as these words came out, the rest of the townspeople, including Fran, also lowered their heads, their hearts were empty, guilty, and remorseful, gnawing at the hearts of everyone who knew about it.

"In a settlement as remote as Riverdale that doesn't even have a sheriff, a low-level druid is enough, and the orcs don't dare to invade it because of the prestige of the pillar, and they can do the most outrageous harassment, which is to snatch some of the food you have grown. What is it that has caused the orcs to fight to offend the Pillars of the Earth and provoke the druids to retaliate and invade this place, as a resident, don't you know better than I, an outsider?"

For some reason, Becky was grabbed by Fran and covered her mouth. Turning his head to see the pleading in the captain's eyes during the struggle, the reason that returned to the cage slightly made him not speak again.

No matter how angry he is, no matter how doubtful he is, the Child of Nature has finally expelled the undead, and everyone here is saved by him.

But immediately, an irrepressible anger welled up in his heart.

Damn! Holding their own identities and not taking us seriously at all, are human beings worthless ants in the eyes of these so-called high-level species?

No...... I can't think about it anymore, even if it's for everyone's sake, I'm going to have to be patient. In case it angered him......

Why endure, just because of his strength?

Immersed in self-contradiction, Becky didn't notice the sudden movement of the child of nature, and the palm that had purified the undead with a single wave of the hand reached out.

Fran breathed heavily, not sure of the other party's intentions, but also worried that Betsy would annoy the other party, and the square was silent, everyone held their breath, waiting for the decision that the child of nature was about to make.

When Becky, who sensed that something was wrong, reacted, his slender arm was already in front of him, and instinctively shrank back, only to lean on Fran who suppressed him to prevent him from spitting out wild words again.

Having seen the power of the Child of Nature with her own eyes, Betsy was too scared to freeze or forget even the simple act of closing her eyes. But the hand that made everyone change color only stopped at an arm's length from his chest, and after making a grasping motion, he tugged violently.

Something, pulled out......

Realizing this, Becky subconsciously bowed his head, thinking that he had been disemboweled, but his crumpled clothes were intact and free of tears and scratches.

Reaching out and touching her chest and abdomen in disbelief, Betge could only turn to the child of nature, who had done a strange thing.

"What did you do to me?"

"I really didn't expect that dealing with a human settlement in a remote corner of the country would also have to use mental demons. It seems that the undead really like this place. ”

Not only Becky, but even Fran, who was more knowledgeable than the townspeople, was puzzled.

Inner demons, what is that, and why are they called demons if they belong to the undead?

As the snort grew louder and louder, a shadow appeared in the child's grasping-like palm.

"The demons of the heart are low-level monsters that feed on evil thoughts and lusts. It doesn't have much attack power in itself, and if it is materialized, a militia with a little training can easily kill it, but ......" this one makes everyone's hearts tangle, "Only mages or clergy and those with the ability to see through invisibility can detect their existence, and even minors are sojourned, which is enough to show that you are so dirty that there are not many people with clean hearts here." ”

Dirty?

The heart is not clean?

Betsy turned his head and asked the captain with his eyes who knew almost everything in his mind.

What do you mean?

"We are at fault, I beg the pillar...... Descend again and shelter again. Under the young gaze, all the adults of Riverdale, led by Fran, bowed down and pleaded with a trill.

"What I need is the truth, the truth. It is not a lie made up to alleviate one's own sins. ”

Spotted through......

From the appearance of the Child of Nature, what Fran had been worried about was finally realized, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly, if this killing was said to have been committed by the undead, then the inhabitants of their riverdale town would bear the name of the culprit who provoked the incident.

Originally, this was just a small village of a few dozen people, because it was too close to the Pillar of the Earth, and it was the closest settlement to humans, so the druids set up a temple here, even if it was within the range of the orcs invading the humans, the orcs did not dare to make a decision that might anger the druids by razing the village, at most it was only a small group of scouts harassing and snatching some plants planted on both sides of the river, which has always been regarded as a corner of peace. As a result, not only the survivors of the nearby orc-infested villages have moved here, but even the caravans have made a special detour here to avoid encounters with the orc's scouts from the spot, and renamed Riverdale once they reach a sufficient population.

As the population exploded, peace and contradiction began to emerge, and less than half of the migrants were farmers from nearby villages, and the remaining half were both wanted criminals who came here to take refuge, disguised aristocrats who simply came to enjoy the peace of the countryside, and intelligence spies who used the place as a place to trade information. Without the constraints of the Imperial Sheriff and taxes, and the Druids did not participate in the management, Riverdale became a place outside the law, quiet and peaceful, and gradually moved away, under the influence of interests, money, and politics, many townspeople thought that the existence of the Surei Hall and the rubber strip hindered the development of the town, but because of the druid's superhuman ability, they did not dare to drive it away and put it into action. Blinded by their immediate interests, they completely forgot that they relied on whose protection they had to live today, and dissatisfaction and greed exploded after accumulating to the top. (To be continued......)