Covering the last shovel of dirt, Nania pulled out her iron sword stuck in the ground and looked silently at the small mound in front of her.

"It's not as simple as he says, and these bodies may have another purpose."

This is the result of her deliberations.

From the spread of the fog to the dissipation to the collection, the progress is tight and rapid, which shows that all this was premeditated.

The abundance of corpses often served as a medium for curses and witchcraft, and she guessed that the black-robed ones were brewing an even greater calamity.

"Maybe it's connected to the devil."

Either way, it had to be stopped, but she had to figure it all out too.

What she learned at Westmar taught her that by burning the corpses on the trailer with flames, she would avoid the mutation.

“ankhl。”

The tip of the flame burst out of her palm, and Nania sprinkled the spark on the pile of corpses, and in a few moments, the flames flickered and rose, engulfing the entire trailer and simmering.

Mars flies and burns slowly, slowly.

She stood silently, her beautiful brown eyes reflecting the fire, her gaze moving up with the smoke.

Her idea is simple, just wait here.

The light of the fire is very striking in the night, and it may attract them.

The temperature has risen.

Sweat oozed from the slender fingertips of her gloves, and she recalled her previous knightly education in the spacious hall, in which the content of "morality" and "natural will" was already vague.

It's natural to forget.

From the beginning of the experience of escaping in the Black Wasteland, she felt more and more that there are some things and values that cannot be summarized by simple education.

The boundary between order and chaos was originally clear, but at this moment she was a little confused, what kind of villager should she just kill belong to? What about the one who killed the villager?

Thin threads like cobwebs shrouded the night without warning.

Da da da, the sound of one after another.

"This is..."

The clear liquid slid down the tip of her nose and then fell to the ground, wetting the blood-stained grass plants.

It was rain, and she looked up in surprise.

In the short time she was in a trance, gray rain fell from the sky, hitting the leaves, branches, grass, and muddy ground, and it fell more and more.

Very bad situation.

The sound of the rain affected her perception very much, at least muffling out the footsteps in the distance.

Her instincts told her that the inexplicable rain would last a long time, and it quickly extinguished the fire next to Nania.

She had to find a place to hide.

"Well, it's time to go."

The rain was so abrupt that Naniya tightened her wet cloak and turned away, glancing at the scorching paste at the trailer.

"Huh?"

Brown eyes flickered.

Some murmurs mingled with the sound of the rain, accompanied by a strong wind, passing by her ears.

Nania looked farther away, as if aware.

The wind and rain blew the shadows of the tall grass in the distance, sandwiched inside, and countless black shadows squirmed and rushed out, and then there was a clearer roar.

And countless scarlet, flickering eyes.

It was a tide of corpses, at least a hundred, that had climbed up from under the slope, ready to surround her.

This scene is familiar, she and Amber are surrounded by a large number of zombies when they first arrive in the Blood Wasteland, and finally the Rogers of Rog's camp are relieved.

But now that Amber wasn't with her, the Rogers wouldn't come to her aid.

But she remembered.

"Miss......"

Nania lowered her eyes and snorted, her beautiful eyelashes fluttering slightly.

More and more rain streaked across the sides of her cheeks, wetting her sideburns and even into her neckline, cold as freshly melted snow.

Soon she opened her eyes, brown eyes clear and persistent.

The worn-out, wet cloak on his body stirred up like a blown flag.

Then he drew his sword.

With a "bang", the cold light of the blade was like lightning in the night.

Knock knock.

The boot stepped on a rapidly forming puddle, leaving deep marks.

With the rapid footsteps of splashing muddy water, the sound of breaking through the air whistled and disappeared, all drowned out by the violent sound of rain.

···

On a sunny morning, a gentle breeze blows through the dew grass and blows the silver feathers above the heads of the statues in the house.

The man's name was Tarke, and he was pacing by the window.

If you look down the wooden eaves, you can see the bustling crowd, more than twice as many as usual, and there will be more and more.

Tark has been a non-commissioned officer in the town of Finas for several years, dealing with paperwork all year round, what kind of scene has he not seen?

In addition to the eyes, a few people sat on oak chairs.

A grizzled mayor of Callagre, a pale hereditary nobleman, and a restless village woman.

"How are you thinking about it?"

Tark frowned when he heard this, then turned around solemnly, "I'm sorry Lord Daron, but Phinas can't accept so much difficulty... People, you know what I mean, this is not the case even in times of war. ”

"Is this a consideration of the Sawyer Alliance? Are you sure? ”

Hereditary nobles and mayors are somewhat aggressive.

"No, no, no, I think you're wrong."

Tark shrugged, "The inhabitants of Finas have their own houses, and no one can interfere with their right to use them. ”

"If you have to stay in Phinas, on the corners of the streets, on the city walls, in hotels, in taverns, in workshops, as long as you stay here legally, and do not affect the order, everything is fine..."

Immediately, Tark stared sharply at the hereditary nobles, "Of course, people who are sick can't do anything. ”

The latter hid his left hand with an ugly face, and there was a scabbed wound on it, which had been scratched by his sick little daughter.

All in all, the current state of the Sawyer coalition is terrible.

A third of the territory is covered in green mist, and the people who have been driven out have fled to more central towns, facing monsters and robbers along the way.

Even if it is safe for the time being, the hidden danger has not been completely solved.

Although the Sawyer coalition took timely countermeasures.

Several bishops of the Cathedral of Light used a wide range of magic to carry out "divine descent" to create an enchantment that blocked the advance of the green mist, thinking that they could be at ease for a while, but rumors spread again, and this enchantment could only last for half a month.

Panic.

Coups, rebellions, demonic invasions, there are many things to say about the green mist.

But either way of saying it doesn't help solve the green fog.

However, it was not only this that made the Sawyer Alliance anxious.

Some knights and soldiers reported that those who were eroded by the green mist contracted an incurable disease, and that they would become monsters when they died.

Even the holy water of the Cathedral of Light could only delay the onset of strange diseases.

Then came the news that the Divine Doctrine would not be disturbed by the fog, and immediately some people changed direction and rushed towards the Divine Doctrine.

This put the alliance of the Sawyer Alliance in jeopardy, as several small realms had been destroyed by the green mist and the monsters raging.

However, all this was still expected by Tang Ze.