Jon was an ordinary mortal, living in an ordinary city, and if it hadn't happened to him, he would have been on the edge of the farmland outside the city by now, watching the freshly planted seeds pull out the green seedlings, instead of standing on the wall, picking at the dead one by one with the spear in his hand. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He had heard from the fugitives that the dead had entered the world from the underworld, and he thought it was just a joke. When the first zombie staggered out of the forest covered in rotten flesh, everyone realized that this was not a joke.

Fortunately, there are many heroes stationed in the city, and they have repelled wave after wave of attacks, and if it were not for the weakening of the heroes, perhaps tens of thousands of dead who should be buried underground would not have begun to storm the city walls today. Of course, this is only speculation, and the dead are constantly running out of the woods to join this besieging army.

Seeing as a few of the dead who had climbed to the top of the city were pushed down and several skulls were smashed, the farmer poured bags of ash from the wall, along with a few torches and a large amount of dry straw. The ash is the name here, but Jon is not clear what it is called elsewhere, but the ash is made up of dry wood and grass that are stuffed in a pottery kiln and then crushed into a gray, black powder. Most of the time, this powder is used to start a fire, as long as a small handful, with a flint to strike a few sparks, it can be drawn immediately, and it is a must-have thing for going out at home.

The piles of ash mixed with hay caused a burst of fire as soon as they touched the torches, and in an instant a sea of fire was formed under the city walls. Countless dead struggled in the flames, and the stench filled the stench of black smoke.

After a few moments, the remaining dead receded, and people began to try to clean up the dry bones under the walls.

These bones are terrible because they raise the horizon, and if they are not cleaned up in time, the dead who will soon come back will step on them closer to the city. Hanging baskets hung people down, the soldiers in charge of the sentry stared at the dead gathered outside the woods in the distance, and ordinary people were nervously ready to pull up the people under the city at any time.

After the shift change, Jon returned home exhausted. Now the whole city has begun to be militarized, and all the food is adjusted according to the contribution of the defenders. The city was defended for a long time, and the heavy tasks could barely be filled, and those lazy people could only eat once every two days. Some people have made trouble, but they have been ruthlessly suppressed, and many have left the city, but many still choose to stay.

In an era when there is no easy transportation, not everyone is willing to leave their hometown, maybe the city can be defended?

Pouring a bowl of gray wheat porridge into his stomach and licking the salt stone that the merchant had brought, Jon sighed and looked at the empty room in a daze.

His wife and children have left the city for further afield, and it is not known if there will be any danger on the way. Old Horn next door was defending the city a few days ago because he was too tired and hungry, so he accidentally lost his center of gravity and fell from the city. The prostitution parlors in the backstreets are becoming more and more lively, and with just a handful of wheat kernels, you can find a skilled woman to live happily for a night. The last time he went, he saw Old Horn's two daughters.

In the haze, he stood up, shuffled to the bed with a pace that was almost impossible, and threw himself on. I wanted to sleep, but I couldn't sleep for a while. He closed his eyes and emptied his brain as much as possible, and there was only two days of rest at each changing guard, and it was imperative to recharge his batteries. Whether it's for the city or for an extra day, a good body is a must.

At the moment when he seemed to be asleep, he suddenly discovered that in this mysterious state, the time around him suddenly became colorful. Spots of all colors fill the whole world, and these spots seem to have a life of their own, frolicking back and forth. His consciousness was completely empty, unable to control his body, which was again under his control. He saw his hand reach out to touch the spots, which dodged and circled around him.

What a fun stuff!

He sighed.

What are these spots? What are they? Why haven't you noticed them before? As soon as his consciousness moved, his body moved with it. Whistling and shaking his fingers, trying to attract the spots of light to his hands. But it's a pity that these spots of light don't care about his "seduction", but float around lively. Jon was a little disappointed, it seemed that he was not welcome by the spots, and if I had a bottle in my hand, I would have packed you all up.

At this moment, his body suddenly exuded an incomprehensible suction, faintly watching some golden spots of light struggling to be absorbed by his body, and the other colors of light spots were not affected, still floating back and forth. He looked at all this in a daze, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, his vision became darker and darker, and he finally fell asleep.

This night's sleep is a full day's sleep. By the time he woke up, it was already the morning of the next day. There was a tangled sound in my stomach, and the feeling of hunger was so bad. He strained himself to prop up his empty body, walked to the edge of the table, and took the bowl of wheat kernel porridge that had solidified from the upside-down clay pot. Although the taste and texture are not good, it seems that the wheat kernel porridge in this state is more full.

After eating the thick and somewhat disgusting, and already cold wheat kernel porridge, I had a little strength. He thought about it for a moment and decided to add a horizontal wooden bar to his "spear". When he found that a single sharpened stick was not actually as effective as a plow rake in pushing away the dead, he decided to add a horizontal baffle to his spear. It doesn't stick straight into the rotting flesh and pierce the disgusting stuff instead of pushing them out.

From under the bed he found a piece of wood the size of a child's arm, with a tree scar on it, and he touched it, and although it looked a little annoying, it didn't seem to affect the role it was supposed to do. Just as he was thinking about whether to get the scar off and rubbing it back and forth with his hand, he suddenly felt something in his body squirt out along his fingers.

With two clicks, two golden flashes pierced the table, and in his stunned daze, the scars on the wood were cut off, falling on the tiptoes, and whirling on the ground.

This...... What is this thing?

That feeling...... Trying to force himself to recall the feeling just now, something in his body worked again, and he stared at his fingertips tightly, only to see two sharp golden lights flash away, and the black, shiny and oil-covered table that had been used for almost five years fell apart in the wail!

Oh my God!

What's going on?

A hint of change came into being quietly.

Many years later, people like Jon will proudly call themselves mages!

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I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, I drank too much last night, and I can't help you.