The light rain had just stopped, and the sun in the sky was so clean that the whole sky seemed to be freshly wiped ceramics, and the intoxicating blue was glittered with ethereal white clouds. The air is also filled with steaming moisture, there is no dust and no annoying flies, and if there are not so many puddles on the ground, it is a pleasant trip.

But Webber was not in the mood for such enjoyment—he slowly opened his eyes from his sleep, and saw his fence full of feces, mud, and puddles, and the air smelled sickening, his hands tied together with hemp rope, and a chain on his feet tied to the fence, and his thin body, wrapped in a soaked black robe, leaning against the edge of the fence.

How many days has it been?The wet robe made Webber shudder, and he couldn't help but curl up, while struggling to keep his weak body from falling asleep, and his trembling eyes kept glancing at the soldiers patrolling outside the fence, and kept praying that they wouldn't come to him.

Two days ago, or maybe three days ago, Weber, who had been mad from hunger and chains, had lost his memory of the fact that he had followed the bishop's instructions as a priest with the army to exterminate a group of infidels, which was quite a noble task, and of course he had no choice.

At first, it seemed quite smooth, but soon they discovered their traces, or terrible crimes—villages burned by fire, villagers who died tragically, horrific and strange sacrificial rituals, and the hideous movements and distorted expressions of death, which made everyone believe that they had found their target.

Soon after, they were joined by another knight with his squire, a taciturn knight, who did not even speak to anyone, except once a day when he set out to ask for the distance. But having a knight willing to join did give everyone a lot of confidence.

But when they finally found the enemy's position and spent the night in the village with confidence, they were waiting for a well-planned ambush - how many Webers had lost count of them, and as a monk who had been in the monastery all year round, he only felt as if there were countless enemies rushing towards him, armored, crossbow-wielding, and even evil monsters!

The screams, the killings, the only way to see the shaking flames and the shaking shadows in the dark night, I seemed to have been knocked unconscious by something, and before I fell to the ground and my eyes fell into darkness completely, I saw the scenes of brave soldiers fleeing for their lives in the miserable slaughter one after another.

As for the taciturn knight, he was shot through the chest by countless arrows, and his expression was stunned and he fell in a pool of blood, and his sword fell beside him.

"They don't seem to have any intention of keeping prisoners. A very faint voice sounded in Webber's ears, but it frightened him so much that he jerked his head up to look at the other side, and his round brown eyes did not even dare to move.

This was a young man, who seemed to be a few years older than himself, his stray black hair almost covered half of his face, and the studded leather armor and ragged gown he was wearing were not in shape, and there were even a lot of blood stains. He was half-lying in the mud puddle leaning against the fence, without even any rope or chain or anything on him that could restrain him.

Of course, because he should have been dead last night, I saw it with my own eyes!

Weber remembers very well that the squire had fallen ill with a fever the day after the ambush, and could not even stay awake, and if he had not asked for his own desperate request, he would have been buried alive with the soldiers who had been wiped on their necks - as a less qualified priest, Weber still did not want to see anyone die in such pain, and if he could, he would even like to pray for all the soldiers who had been killed.

Blessed by the Radiant Cross, the terrible demons actually agreed, and locked themselves up with him in such a remote fence - apparently they were also afraid of the plague. Webber knelt in front of him and prayed to the Radiant Cross day and night, hoping to save the life he could only save, or to atone for the fact that he could only see so many lives die in front of his eyes, but in the end he failed.

Just last night, Webb grabbed his hand and felt his heart stop beating and his blood getting cold little by little, but now ...... "you...... You're resurrected?...... The glorious cross is above, this is a miracle, a miracle!"

Thinking that he had witnessed a miracle, Weber got up excitedly, and knelt down despite the puddle in front of him, his trapped hands kept drawing crosses in front of him, and his lips trembled: "This is a miracle, a miracle! The glorious cross answered my prayer, my prayer was fulfilled, and ...... was fulfilled."

"I'm not going to disturb you, but ...... If it goes on like this, it's going to bring the soldiers in. The attendant smiled and reminded in a whisper, tilting his head a little helplessly: "Are you going to let me die again?"

It was like a pair of pliers getting caught in Webb's throat, and he immediately stopped talking. But I still couldn't hold back the excitement, and I struggled to crawl over. The squire even suspected that if it weren't for the fact that he still had a chain on his ankle, the guy would have pressed himself directly under him.

"But...... It's a miracle, you're resurrected -- you know what that means?" Webb described in a tone full of appetite, "This proves that you still have an unfinished mission, and the Radiant Cross has given you a great mission that has not been completed, so you are resurrected!"

The Great Mission...... The squire's expression was momentarily stunned, and then there was a thoughtful silence for a few seconds. But he frowned again, as if he wanted to throw all these annoying questions out of his mind: "Let's think about how to escape from here first, otherwise we will still die." ”

"Good...... Okay!" Webb nodded continuously, looking at the squire's gaze as excited and excited, even ...... A little fanaticism - for a young man who has just come out of the convent, what excites him more than the sight of a miracle, perhaps only the sight of God Himself?

"They have no intention of taking prisoners, so if we plan to escape, we have to do everything we can. Panting slightly, the squire looked rather weak, and his voice was thin as if it was floating, but it was resolute.

"Why?"

"Because there are only a few reasons for taking prisoners - to replenish the wounded or to sell them for money, and of course there may be other reasons, but we can't guess yet. First of all, it was a group of infidels, and they didn't dare to stay in one place for too long, so they didn't dare to take too many prisoners, and secondly, they weren't as many as we thought, otherwise they wouldn't be so difficult to find, so I guess they weren't going to keep the prisoners in the first place, and there must have been some special reason why they couldn't leave for the time being. ”

"That's right, they kill people every day. Weber's words made Webb have to believe: "Every day several people are brought up somewhere, and then they are hanged—and these days a fellow will come and ask me if you are dead, and he will sue me." ”

"They're looking for someone, but they're worried about being discovered by that person, the leader is a pretty careful guy, but I think it won't take long for him to run out of patience, especially if he could be discovered at any time - although we don't have many people, someone will still notice something unusual after so long without news, and they don't dare to drag it out any longer. ”

"In short, the longer it drags on, the worse it will be for us - we need a plan to decide what we are going to do next. ”

"Plan?"

"Whether it's a way to escape, or whether it's a matter of getting all the captives out - a complete plan that will keep us from looking around when the time comes, that's the deadliest. ”

He's either crazy or he's ...... He's absolutely crazy! Webber shuddered violently, and the blood that had been eagerly aroused seemed to be a little cold--even though he was still uncertain about his life and death, but he was still thinking about saving everyone, what was this not crazy?!

But soon this thought was drowned out by another voice - he was resurrected, he had the great mission of the Radiant Cross, how could such a man be a madman, perhaps...... Can he really do it?

"Of course, either one we have to get out of this place first and get a sword or two. After saying that, the squire seemed to be very tired and leaned back, trying to move his hands and feet, and even raised his head and smiled at Weber: "What's your name?"

"Webber, Webb Alexander!" answered the other party's question in a panic, and only then did Webber see the other party's appearance clearly-messy black hair and a pair of dark eyes, and the eyebrows were not delicate, but more aged, if it weren't for the lack of beard, Webber even suspected that the other party was ten years older than himself.

"Is it okay for me to call you Webb, then? You can ...... in a minute."

"No, you tell me first, what's your name!" Webber swallowed, a little nervous but insisting, "The Radiant Cross teaches us, 'It is my right to know your name when I tell you your name. This sentence is recorded in the "Radiant Proverbs", and I remember it very well. ”

A look of astonishment flashed across the squire's face, but he still extended his right hand to Webb, and his gentle voice was very firm: "Edward Witwood, in your words, is the one who has risen from the dead. ”