In the dreary darkness of the night, fragments of starlight broke free from the winding clouds, and a ray of light fell from the sky and fell beside the scattered haystacks.

Babbling.

Towards the strong smell of blood, the mosquitoes flew over the flattened green grass and flapped their wings in front of them.

The scenery becomes bright and open, but it is dull because of the dim light.

Houses are toppled, blood is dry, iron is shattered, and the paths are littered with rutted footprints, and this is a village of the Sawyer Alliance.

Bodies were everywhere, disemboweled, hanging themselves from trees, farther through the woods, and naked women beyond recognition.

The village and large tracts of land were abandoned due to the approaching green mist, and the soldiers and most of the local villagers had left three days earlier.

The rest are old and weak, as well as penniless.

The old man struggled to die first in the spreading green mist, followed by the child, and then the young man with a weaker constitution.

The green mist lasted for three days and three nights, and when it dissipated, a thick layer of green dirt appeared on the outer skin of the trees.

And now, on the first night after the green mist had cleared, the shadows had ripped open the messy hay, their blood-red eyes widening.

He spotted several purple-skinned corpses in front of him, swallowed his saliva, and squeaked as he pulled the trailer behind him.

Boom! The wheel fell into the shallow pit, and the grip shook, and he cursed and lay down, only to see a pair of women's boots in the gap between the wheels.

“？”

He was stunned, his eyes narrowed.

With the help of the faint starlight, he could see some of the patterns on it, and it was clear that it was not the high-end product that would be found in this barren place.

In front of me, the boots were gone.

"Don't move."

Immediately, a wonderful, but hoarse female voice rang out, and the rusty blade rested on his neck.

Just by listening to this soft voice, the man can imagine the amazing beauty of the other person.

The sound of swallowing saliva quickened, and he raised his hands and opened his mouth to say something.

But the other party is faster than him.

"What are you doing here, carrying corpses?"

The trailer was littered with corpses, women, children, and the elderly.

"Nothing, miss."

The man smiled, his blood-red eyes looking down, "Everyone is almost dead, and the rest are suffering from strange diseases... No one wants these corpses here, so what does it matter if I take them? ”

The female voice was silent for a while, and her voice was lowered, "You also have a strange disease, how many people are still alive?" ”

“...”

The man tilted his head, as if unable to comprehend the meaning of the question.

"Some people have abscesses the size of pillows, some have become monsters, some have rotted corpses... My face was almost rotten, I didn't feel anything, and I didn't know who was still alive, I was from the next village. ”

"I was originally a village man, and when I woke up, there was a green fog in the sky, some people screamed and some people ran away, I wrapped myself in a quilt, locked myself in a cabinet and hid for three days, and everything changed when I came out."

"Staying in this kind of place, no one is saved, what do you say, miss?"

The man tentatively turned around, the blade still on his neck and not moving, and he was a little bolder, and he looked up.

"Oh my God..."

He shuddered and lost his voice.

The other party is as amazing as the legendary fairy.

A fair and beautiful chin peeked out from under the old gray cloak, silky brown hair hung down to the sides of the towering chest, and a pair of goblin-like brown eyes flashed in the shadows.

And the slender legs, though covered in leather trousers, he was sure that they were more beautiful than the noble ladies of the town.

Soon, he hung his head in shame, but realized that something was wrong.

"Beautiful Miss, why are you... Hmm, you don't seem to have anything going on? ”

The other man put the iron sword back, and the man raised his eyebrows to notice the strange pattern on her gloves.

"I... It's the pro, um, I sympathize with what you're going through, and to be honest, I can't do anything for you. ”

Nania sighed, in the past few days, she had tried to bypass the fog and go deep into the Sawyer Alliance, but the fog spread quickly, and the towns she passed through were empty.

Only messes, dried bloodstains, corpses.

Along the way, she also ended a lot of abnormal and painful lives.

"Professional, what's that? It's a pity......"

The man seemed to ignore Nanya's words, glancing back and forth at her, and began to sigh inexplicably.

Nania was puzzled.

"What a bad luck!!"

The man who had remained calm before suddenly became furious and roared like a wild beast, "Yayana is also gone, must be following that beast knight... You tell me, women's words are all farts, beautiful women like you..."

Some kind of dangerous light shot out of the man's eyes.

Nania raised an eyebrow and raised her iron sword with some wariness, "Listen, you should keep your sanity. ”

Her words didn't help.

"Cheap! Shameless! ”

He jerked out his hand with green nails and lunged at Nanya.

"I'm going to rip your clothes apart! Let you be obedient..."

Nania's eyes turned cold for a moment, and the man in front of him lost his mind for some reason, accompanied by the obvious monsterization of his body, most of them couldn't suppress the onset of corpse transformation.

Even some primitive desires erupted.

Poof.

The cold light flickered, and the blade severed the man's arms, blood flowing, and the latter fell to the ground, his rotting face shrinking into a ball in pain.

"Ahhh......h

The color of the blood was dark green, which showed that the man's corpse transformation was almost complete, but he still had some residual consciousness, and he begged for mercy at this moment.

"It's time to tell me what you're carrying these bodies for."

Nanya's eyes cleared, "I can tell if a person is lying... Depending on your answer, I will consider whether or not to torture you. ”

As she said this, her hand holding the iron sword trembled for a moment, and she swung it decisively, cutting off the man's left leg at the root.

The howl sounded, the anger in the man's eyes turned to fear, and he inhaled the cold air, "I know, I, I'll tell you." ”

The passage of blood and life calmed him down a lot.

At the same time, Nania unleashed some kind of Westmar spell that made him feel no pain for a while.

"It's a bunch of people, we don't know where they came from, they found us survivors, and told us to carry the corpses, or we're going to have a strange illness on our bodies... Torment us with this. ”

"What kind of people?"

"Dressed in black robes and thin in stature, they live in the village of Taou, the one behind the woods to the east."

"What do they want corpses for?"

"I don't know, they are mysterious, and no one dares to disobey them."

Saying this, the man tilted his head as if he had noticed something, and his blood-red eyes oozed liquid, "I'm dying, beautiful young lady, I'm sorry for what I did earlier." ”

Seemingly confused, he began to speak incoherently.

"The chastity of a beautiful woman of this age is as rare as the elves in the lake, and Yayana is as beautiful as you, oh miss, you are still ...... Is it? ”

Nania bit her lip, a look of unbearability.

She silently stuck her iron sword on the ground, leaned down and whispered, "I will bury you, thank you very much for your help." ”

After a pause, she calmly continued, "I will give my most precious things to my most beloved person, and I'm sure Yayana in your mouth thinks the same way. ”

The man's pupils dilated, and his eyes quickly dimmed, and he didn't know if he heard it or not.