"It's the Demon of Mazeros, let's stop it, ascetics, and take them to the Kolin fortress" The soft blue light faded from Reed's broad broadsword, and the white light covered it again in an instant. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Byron nodded, the Demon of Mazeros was the most common infantry in the demon army, and had the strength of the silver rank. Its most famous spell-like ability is teleportation, which can carry objects up to its own weight within a range of 100 kilometers - it does not choose to cut directly into the battlefield, but instead leads a group of low-level Divine Fire cultists to enter Sodan through the secret passage.

Byron quickly retreated into the shadows, a yellow-green cloud churning and spreading through the secret passages, the Death Cloud Technique, a spell-like ability of up to 5 rings, could directly obliterate the existence below the Silver Rank - this of course did not include the holy warriors, who were surrounded by golden flames of life, flickering torches were directly extinguished in the mist, and the tone of the Holy Word was as rapid as a shower.

The crumbling Saint Flame kept moving in the mist, they were entangled by that demon, and they couldn't get out of the range of the Death Cloud Technique for a while, and soon the golden Saint Flame was pierced by the trident and fell to the ground.

A group of people rushed out of the temple quickly, and under the bright galaxy that ran through the sky, an arrow roared into the air at the north gate, and the scroll tied to it exploded, and the fire element that gathered in the sky escaped from the scroll.

The long horn sounded almost at the same time.

"Go to Fort Collin!" roared, and soon caught up with the frightened crowd, the screams of the alleys on both sides of the street almost frightened the children.

Even the busiest streets in Sodan were only a few people wide, and on the narrow roads between the gray stone houses, from time to time rickety dead people roared out of the shadows.

Byron held a long, two-colored knife made of a farmer's hatchet and liquid metal. He found that the long knife was more suitable for his own use, unlike the long sword, which required a certain amount of skill, as long as the long knife had brute force, these walking corpses could not get close to him between swings and slashes.

Fort Corinn is very close to the Temple of Dawn, and at the end of the dirt path is the stinking moat on the outskirts of Fort Kling, and the black water is full of silt, garbage, and dead branches.

But the gates of the castle were open in the other direction, and Byron could see the stone bridge over the moat through the dense interspersed houses, and the deck of the bridge, which allowed only one carriage to pass, was already crowded with people, and from time to time people fell into the stinking water.

"Follow the moat!" said Byron, scurrying into the alley, leading the crowd to take a shortcut.

"No, you can't get over there!" the nun immediately stopped Byron, because the houses along the moat were built and the river was very close, and the back of the house was full of garbage and stinking water, which could cause people to slip and fall into the river.

Two shadows flickered in the alley, and in the faint moonlight, a certain thin shadow was particularly familiar, and the young man withdrew from the alley and escorted the nuns and children outside the castle.

The castle doors were shut, the towers were pitch black, and Byron was keenly aware of the chaotic surroundings as his gaze wandered over several people and then moved away.

The guards of the castle did not dare to let these people in, even if it was a nun of the temple, in the final analysis, the nun was just a member of the church who had been baptized for many years, and the temple that was allowed to enter was essentially the same as ordinary people. If a few paladins were here, the gates of the castle would have been ordered to open immediately.

Byron returned the axe from his waist to the nun, and then hurried back to turn and run—

The little boy cowered behind the empty barrel in the alley, clutching a wooden stick in his hand, and a walking corpse chased him around several alleys, but followed him deadly, as if identifying him.

Above the alley, a full moon hung in the sky, and dotted stars dotted the night.

The little boy leaned back against the wall, huddled in a ball, and kept praying to the Lady of the Moon in his heart. The meaningless screams in the throats of the walking corpses grew closer and closer with the sound of footsteps.

He swallowed, his palms drenched in sweat.

The walking corpse walked past the barrel, the little boy's small breathing made it turn its head, and a wooden stick slammed into his face. The middle-aged man took a step back, his nose bone completely collapsed, and he pounced on the little boy without hesitation.

The little one turned and ran, but was crushed to the ground by the walking corpse that pounced on him, and it let out an excited cry and opened its mouth to bite the little boy hard.

A silver-white knife flash flashed in front of the little boy's eyes, and a foul-smelling liquid splashed all over his face. The head of the walking corpse rolled and landed to the side. One hand grabbed the boy by the collar and pulled him out from under the bloodied corpse.

"Wipe it clean quickly, be careful of poison. A piece of clothing hit the boy in the face and fell to the ground.

"What's wrong? Toby?"

The little boy pursed his lips, carefully wiped the blood from his dirty clothes on the ground, and threw it aside.

Byron stared at him with an unkind expression: "Do you want me to go out and hang around naked?"

"Isn't it poisonous?" Toby shrugged, picked up the sticks on the ground, and urged, "Hurry up, it's not safe here." ”

Byron snorted coldly and asked without hesitation: "You weren't bitten by a walking corpse, were you?"

"Do you want me to undress and show you?" Toby squinted at Byron disdainfully, then walked out of the alley.

The young man hurriedly followed: "The city is now full of walking corpses, where are you going?"

"Out of town, of course. The little boy looked Byron up and down, and saw that he had no extra weapons, and his brow furrowed slightly.

Byron shook his head: "You don't need to go out of the city, those crazy people of the Divine Fire Cultists just want to create chaos, this is their usual style." ”

"What is a Divine Fire Cultist?" the little boy opened his wide, curious eyes and his face full of doubt.

"They're not things. Byron grabbed Toby, and a walking corpse in the corner was drawn to the sound of the two men talking, its long brown hair scattered behind its back, and a neat knife cut half of its face, revealing the yellowed teeth in its mouth.

A poor woman.

Byron walked over and slashed off its outstretched hands with the first slash, and shaved off its head entirety with the second. He turned his head, and the little boy looked flat, and even tilted his head to look at the walking corpse curiously. This is not something that can be explained by the bold, and the little boy does not know what he has experienced, and he can walk up to the female corpse with relish and touch the corpse.

He pulled out a few silver coins from the woman's bosom, a faint smile on his face.

"How are silver coins. Dissatisfied, the boy quickly put the silver coin into his trouser pocket.

PS: The more I write, the more boring it becomes, and it makes me think about how to save this book - and, after three months of hiatus, "Amber Sword" has been updated!