Gabriel and Lucifer went to the armory first. The armoryman opened the door to the storeroom, but the armory was empty.

The Armoryman laughed at himself, "You've seen that I, the Armory, actually have nothing left to defend other than guarding this door!"

"How so?"

"The city of Shiyan is full of soldiers, and at the beginning of the siege, all the weapons, armor, and shields in the armory will be immediately separated! ”

"Please give us a list and we'll go out and buy ...... right away."

"We all need what the warrior has in his hands and what he wears...... Let me tell you, the unarmored warriors are basically damn outsiders, and many of them even have sticks in their hands! Commander Leo has asked me to arm them, but I really don't have anything left for them! I hope they can pop the undead chrysanthemums with sticks......"

"They're not some damn outsiders, they're soldiers fighting alongside us!" Gabriel shook his head, "We must treat them as fairly as the people of the city!"

"Well, if you think so...... Their rudimentary skins are no protection against arrows, swords, and axes, so if you feel the need, get them some light armor to cover themselves up!"

"Don't you need heavy armor? I think the protection of heavy armor is even better!"

The Ordnance Chief's eyes widened, "Only the best warriors deserve to wear heavy armor!, and they're just goddamn outsiders......"

The topic is back to the question of whether outsiders are damned or not. Gabriel sighed and said, "Well, that's the end of the problem, we'll take care of the situation!

"What we need most are the arrows of the longbowmen and the crossbowmen! These things are consumed too quickly, and the first time the army of the undead attacked the city, we shot out more than 200,000 of them! If the undead attack the city again, the crossbowmen may have to break the necks of the undead with the bowstrings in their hands!"

In the face of this grumbling armory, Gabriel's head was a little bigger. He recorded as he said, "Do you have any other needs?"

"You'll have to buy me a lot of amphorae and fuel! The trebuchet troopers are running out of stuff, I hope they'll stone that damn beetle to death!"

"He's not a Beetle, he's the Great Chosen One, Prince Regent of Erathia!"

"He was!" the Armoryman nodded affirmatively, "Now he's a goddamn Beetle! Every one of us is cursing him, hoping that he will go to Hell soon!"

"If you say that about him again, I'll beat you so much that you don't even know your mother!" Lucifer was furious! If there was a fire next to him that could be ignited, he would probably burn immediately!

Facing the hostile gaze of these young boys and girls, the armoryman couldn't help but shudder.

Gabriel didn't want to see the damn armory anymore!, and he immediately pulled his friends out of the armory.

"I want to beat him!" Lucifer said indignantly.

"Forget it, we're not here to stir things up!" said Gabriel, "though I want to beat him up too!"

"I cursed him to go to hell sooner!" Reissa chirped.

They came to the medical center. Countless nuns were weaving through makeshift tents, and Gabriel couldn't find anyone responsible.

"Where's your doctor? I'll have to talk to him!"

"Go over there, he might be there!" the nun pointed to the side of the infirmary, where choking black smoke was still billowing.

"Hmm, it stinks!" Resa said, twitching her nose.

"It's the dead soldiers burning there!" the nun whispered.

"Why did you burn them? They died fighting for their country, and they deserve to be respected!"

"Nobody wants that...... But many of them have been cursed by the god of death, Bellerien, and when they die, they will become terrible undead......"

The boys and girls fell silent.

There were many blackened wreckage in the ashes. There was an old man huddled in the corner, his face and clothes had been smoked to the point where they had lost their original color.

He looked up at the boys and girls in front of him, and muttered, "Do you think it's strange? They used to be so tall, but after a fire, they became a little ...... Some of them couldn't even find their bones anymore, only a few ashes remained, floating in the wind......"

How to comfort this sad old man?

"Doctor, you need to go to the infirmary...... There are still a lot of people out there who need your help!"

"I can't help them!" the old man kept wiping his nose and said, "All I can do is wait for them to die slowly......"

"Commander Leo wants us to ask you what you need in the infirmary!" Renesa whispered.

"Really?" the old man immediately jumped to his feet and grabbed Ressa's hand tightly.

"You're hurting me......" Renesa struggled. She didn't expect this old man's hand to be so strong.

"Please come with me!" the old man let go of his hand and hurriedly led them towards the medical office: "We need too many things!"

He lifted the gauze on a patient's leg, which was swollen and necrotic, revealing an ugly dead black color and an unpleasant stench!

"This is a hell of a weather, and the injured and bleeding area is prone to frostbite! This leg can't be saved, I have to sawed it off, but I don't have any poppy pollen for anesthesia!"

"And him! They are all ......," said the old man, pointing to the rest of the wounded, "we don't have enough quilts, and if we can't keep them warm, their affected areas will be frostbitten and necrotic, and they may even lose their lives because of gangrene!"

Renesas recorded quickly.

"I need everything in the pharmacy! It's been almost a month since the war was going on, and the wounded were coming in every day, and my stock of medicine had long since run out!"

"Well, we'll buy out all the pharmacies in the nearby castle and send them to you!"

"There's going to be a big grassland where you pass by...... If possible, please kill as many badgers as you can...... Winter is the fattest time for them, and if you boil oil with their fat, it is a healing elixir for frostbite, burns, muscle-building and pain!"

"Oh my God, are you going to dig a rat hole? we're some of the bravest warriors!"

"As far as I know, warriors are also very good hunters! You are only going to hunt small animals, but they can save a lot of people!"

"Okay......" the teenagers nodded helplessly.

"Doctor, the wounded man over there is no longer alive!" a nun hurried over.

The old man immediately ran over. The wounded man's Adam's apple twitched weakly upward, and a short breath came out of his throat.

The old man rolled his pupils, then shook his head and held out his hand to the nun.

The nun handed him a scalpel, then turned her back, clasped her hands together and muttered prayer.

The old man lifted the man's head, kissed his forehead, and thrust the scalpel diagonally into the back of the man's head!

"What are you doing?" exclaimed Gabriel and Lucifer, "he's not dead yet!"

"I have to do this!" said the old man gloomily, "otherwise the moment he dies, he will immediately become a corpse!"

"Let's get out of here!" Ressa didn't dare to look any further! she pulled Gabriel and turned and ran!

"Like the damned beetle, I have become a death judge!" the old man cried out, "O gods, forgive me my sins!