While Amber and other professionals rode their horses on the wasteland, beyond the Taymour Mountains, in the forests of the Jingse Lake Village, stinking figures ran like crazy, and the footprints on the trail showed traces of blood and pus.

In addition, the trail he ran led to the fringe towns of the Sawyer Alliance, the Tree Town, a three-hundred-year-old town surrounded by forests, where three additional plots of land and five trails were opened up under the leadership of the white-robed warriors, and three villages were formed in the space of twenty years.

In addition to the abundant resources, the "enclosure tree" is also of strategic importance, after all, it is a marginal town.

With their backs to the forest, large beasts often invade the village, and there are also some outlaws, and the local lords take this matter very seriously, so since three years ago, wooden huts have been set up in five highlands of the forest, which is convenient for returning hunters to store their goods, and also to provide suitable shelter for the soldiers and knights who make monthly rounds.

The trail called the "Boar Trail" is the path under the man's feet, and as he runs, some clearly pruned plants appear in front of him, and the path becomes wider when the sun shines.

In a somewhat blurry, bloody vision, a corner of the hut appeared in a crack in the dense tall woods, typical of a village building.

His throat rolled, and he let out a beastly wheez, struggling to step away.

With a bang, several wooden arrows were nailed to his heels, but the latter completely ignored the warning and continued on.

The sound of breaking through the air sounded again, and this time the arrow did not miss, and easily shot through his head, and his weak body fell to the ground, and his fingers trembled a few times, and then he stopped moving.

Not far away, a few figures walked down, dressed in light armor, seemingly coming down from the high ground next to them.

"Refugees, it's been a long time since there was anyone in this place?" "I don't know, I guess it's not much worse, tsk, you can smell him here."

Keeping a distance of a few meters, the two men pinched their noses, frowned and looked away, following the footprints left by the corpse into the distance.

"That direction is the border, and I remember that there was only one village there." "There's also a church... Let's take a look at what he looks like. ”

When they got closer, they saw that the corpse was covered with torn clothes, which was indeed a fabric commonly worn by the villagers, only found in the border area, but to the disbelief of the two sentinels, the bare skin of the corpse was covered with blood-colored scratches, and the feet were completely decomposed, showing that there were many bones, and it was difficult for ordinary people to even move, let alone run, in such a situation.

"What the hell has met a beast? Or was it scraped over the forest? ”“···”

The other sentry was solemn and silent.

"What, I'm afraid he won't survive?"

Not paying attention to his colleague's jokes, the latter smacked his lips and exhaled softly, "You know, I studied herbology with Miss Weile for a while in the city. ”

"So what?"

"Actually, as the village physician, Miss Wei'er often comes into contact with dead bodies, sometimes using some black spells, and even once, I saw her summon a gray mist... I don't know the spells, but I can sense that this man is weird. ”

"I look weird, but I can't tell what's wrong with this person."

"You don't understand, it's scary."

Recalling that time, the sentry showed a palpitating expression, and then pointed to the corpse's feet, "Only spells can make him like this, other than that, bugs, diseases, no..."

Before he could finish speaking, the index finger of the dead corpse moved, but neither of the sentries noticed this.

"I don't want to believe you're telling the truth."

"Not to mention the central city, it is forbidden to discuss these things in the town of the surrounding tree."

"I know, I know."

The previous sentry was a little frightened, spells are not accessible to ordinary people, especially black spells, often linked to necromancers, monsters, and demons, which are forbidden by the Sawyer Alliance, and in the eyes of ordinary people, they are also symbolic of mystery and danger.

"Anyone with black spells is dangerous, but luckily I accidentally broke a pipe at the time, and Miss Vile was furious and sent me here."

The other sentry continued, then with a serious expression, "Let's not move this man, we need to inform the captain quickly." ”

"Don't worry, I'll inform the captain that you stay here and watch him."

The sentry was stunned for a moment, then pinched his nose sadly, "Okay, you have to hurry, this man stinks." ”

The sentinel, who was about to leave, had just turned around when the dead corpse suddenly twitched, and he saw a large pool of dark yellow turbidity gushing out from under his head, accompanied by a hair-making vomiting sound.

In two frightened glances, the corpse slowly crawled up.

"Mom. It's a monster! "Stand back! Back off! ”

The two sentinels reacted with great speed and immediately pulled away, turning around and taking down the red arrows and shooting them at the roof of the hut in the distance.

Boom, a clear flame burst from the container on the roof, an emergency for them to notify the nearby sentinels.

Then, a hoarse, dry voice emerged, accompanied by an unpleasant hiccup.

"I, help me, I am, it's the quiet lake, the monsters, all... Help, please. ”

The corpse crawled up, revealing a hideously twisted, rotting ugly face, and its eyes rolled up and down from side to side.

There were intermittent cries for help, but the vigilant eyes of the two sentries did not relax in the slightest, and it was not a joke in the face of the monster, and they decisively drew their weapons from their bodies.

Glancing at each other, one of the sentries stepped forward, and the long sword in his hand came with a beautiful horizontal slash, slashing into the left side of the corpse's face, stuck in the bone.

There was not the slightest blood splattered, but the sound of chopping into the wood was heard.

The force caused the corpse to stumble and nearly fall to the ground, but it quickly adjusted its position, and its rolling eyes focused on the sentry's position for a moment.

The feeling was so uncomfortable that the sentry gritted his teeth, but he couldn't pull it out, so he could only stare angrily.

"Be careful!"

At some point, another sentry found a wooden stick and smashed the corpse's head so hard that a foul-smelling pool of green water splashed out, which had been shot at the previous sentry, but it was deflected too much, corroding the ground to a rattle.

The corpse was smashed directly to the ground, letting out an unpleasant roar.

It was too slow to move compared to two sentinels.

"Thank you, friend."

Finally drawing his sword, the latter smiled ugly, and then slashed at the corpse's neck with all his might.

Bang!!!

The blade of the sword slashed directly at the neck bone, making a sound when it collided with the ground.

Without waiting for the two of them to pinch a cold sweat, the headless body swelled up strangely, like an inflated balloon, and the blue-green blood vessels were faintly visible.

The two sentinels only had time to glance at each other in a panic.