In the dark of the night, Blackhammer Castle was silent, and the howling of wolves in the forest outside the city gradually disappeared. Rod knew that wasn't a good thing. Historically, the retreat of the werewolves has often represented the arrival of another, more terrifying creature - the Beastmen.

The rooms and corridors of the castle were filled with soldiers who had been wounded in the previous night's battle with the werewolves, lying on the ground in twos and threes, and the seriously wounded were lying on their beds, waiting for the doctor's treatment.

However, in this wild world, medical skills are so backward that there are no tools for disinfection, and the lightly injured can be treated, and the seriously injured can almost only pray to God to bless them to continue to live.

Sometimes, priests can treat some seriously injured people, but this is also rare and most of the time, the gods do not respond to mortals. Even the most devout priests in the empire can't guarantee divine power for every prayer. Not to mention the priests of a wilderness like the North of Kislev.

A priest of White's calibre may spend his life praying and chasing miracles, but in the end he gets very little, but that still doesn't stop him from pursuing the gods. The Old World continent is full of crises, and human beings often feel helpless and hopeless, and at this time, a god is needed to sustenance. This is the reason why various religions flourished on the Old World continent.

"Great and merciful God Sarak, I hereby ask you to save these innocent children, they are your faithful people, may your glory shine upon us, and we will give our whole hearts. ”

White walked over to a badly wounded Ringcity soldier, holding a woodcarved statue and praying with words in his mouth. The wounded soldier's eyes were closed, one of his hands had been amputated, and he was in a high fever, and it was unknown whether he would survive tonight.

White prayed reverently, but after a few minutes, no miracles occurred. The wounded were still lying on the white mattress, breathing weakly. An atmosphere of desolation and sadness haunted the castle.

......

"The ice wall has been reinforced twice, and in a short period of time, even if there are multiple werewolves attacking, there is no need to be afraid. As long as they don't climb up. ”

The moon shadow longs, and the Black Hammer Castle is not far behind him, sleeping like a giant. Standing above the ice wall, looking out over the endless Black Forest, Rhodes and Caroline broke their words again.

Caroline's energy had recovered a lot compared to the night before. Rhodes was even more worried.

"It's not a werewolf, I'm not worried about a werewolf, it's a beastman. ”

Rhodes said. The evil moon hung in the sky, like a messenger of the devil, and made the whole forest restless.

"The Beastmen are coming soon. ”

Rod went on to say.

"Then I'd like to see it. ”

The Frost Witch ignores the impending danger and is full of confidence. She had reason to be so confident, in the past, when the evil moon came, the castle lords in the north fought their own battles, and if they couldn't fight, they would close the city gates and let these beasts pass, and when the evil moon was over, the threat would naturally disappear. And this year, Rhodes gathered the forces of three castles, just like no matter how many beastmen there were, it was impossible to capture Blackhammer Castle.

Caroline was curious to know how many successes she had mastered in the past few years of studying at the Academy of Magic.

"I promise you won't want to see them. ”

Rod said seriously.

"You'll have to see it. ”

Caroline puffed up her chest and said proudly. She turned her gaze back to Rhodes again, looking at him like prey. This kind of gaze made Rod very unnatural.

"My lord, I would like to take the liberty of asking a question. ”

Suddenly, the Frost Witch spoke.

"What's the problem?" Rod frowned at Caroline, wondering what strange question the clever imp had come up with.

"Are you really just a lord?" said Caroline, "don't get me wrong, I mean, you're more powerful than a normal human. Human lords generally don't have that much combat power, and your performance along the way has exceeded the ability of a normal lord. ”

Caroline blinked.

Rhodes knew, and it looked like the witch was aware of his own anomaly. It's no wonder that from defeating the wildlings in the arena to encountering werewolves at Blackhammer Castle, it is impossible not to make a move, and once you make a move, it will inevitably attract the attention of some people. An ordinary soldier may not be aware of it, but a wizard like Caroline is impossible not to notice. She had the same attitude as Alves had when she asked herself, with suspicion. However, Alves was still smarter, and the dwarf asked sideways, while Caroline, after all, was younger and asked more bluntly.

"So, what do you think I could be besides being the Lord of Blackhammer Castle? Bear Warrior or a secret member of the White Wolf Knights?"

Rod returned jokingly.

"Who knows...... In short, the castle lord shouldn't have such strong combat power, your performance in the arena that day was very surprising, and when you solved the siege of Black Hammer Castle two days ago, you once again showed amazing combat effectiveness. This makes one have to wonder. ”

The witch pouted.

"Suspicion...... So, what do you think a castle lord should look like? hiding behind the walls and commanding his men to kill the enemy?" "That's not my castle lord. In the distant past, when chivalry was still alive, the human lord was the one who had to charge on horseback and charge at the forefront. The skills he has cultivated are unmatched. That is the most precious thing that our ancestors left us, spirit and culture. And humanity in peacetime has long forgotten, forgotten our glorious times, forgotten our most precious things. I'm just sticking to the tradition. ”

Rod was serious and perfunctory.

"That being said......"

Caroline still grabbed Rhodes as if she had to find some secret out of him. But Rhodes looked so calm, he was wearing the most ordinary armor, using the most ordinary weapons, and the most precious weapon on his body was the cold iron sword, however, even that weapon was passed down from the ancestors, an ordinary weapon with not so fine workmanship and not so precious material, the reason why it was passed down as an heirloom was not because of its rare power, but because this sword had followed his master to fight in the north and south, killing countless chaos demon beasts. As Rhodes said, what is passed on is nothing but a spirit.

"There is only one kind of person who can kill seven beastmen at once and easily defeat the champion of the arena. ”

Caroline stared at Rhodes curiously, and continued—"The Chosen One. You are the Chosen One!"

"The Chosen One?" Rhodes was surprised by the Frost Witch's cleverness, but he kept his restraint and continued to pretend to be calm.

"You can't talk nonsense, you've ever seen the Chosen One wear such rotten armor, use such an ordinary weapon, a tabula rasa weapon, and have no strength bonus at all. If I were the Chosen One, I would never be in the same position as I am today, not to say that in Kislev, in the Empire, the status of the Chosen One is also extremely high. He can respond to any call. And I obviously don't have the ability to do that. ”

Rod laughed. He watched the witch's look. Caroline's expression melted slightly, and she nodded suspiciously, feeling that what the uncle in front of her said also made sense......

Woo......

As the two were talking, a majestic and ancient trumpet sounded in the dark forest. The Beastmen began to attack at night......