Although the inhabitants in front of them have not yet turned into geistes, their thoughts and movements have begun to stiffen and stagnate.

"I would like to ask, where is the gate of the village?"

The villager pressed his hat to his chest, and it took a while to understand what Lan En meant.

He stiffened his turn as he raised his fingers high behind him.

"From that. Walk. Go all the way up and go. There it is. ”

The village is also located in a mountainous area, and the area of a village is not large, but the difference in height is not small.

It seems that the gate of the village, which is connected to the bridge into the city of Lothric, is at the top.

"Thank you."

Lan En maintained a cautious posture as he thanked the villager.

"I still have something to eat, do you need it?"

"Food? Yes, yes. ”

Lan En handed over a piece of black bread, and the villager quickly took it in his hand and ate it immediately.

The demon hunter looked at him after eating a few bites, as if he had only been nourished by his body, and even his soul was clearer.

"Has the situation in the village been bad lately?"

Lan En asked as if unintentionally.

"I met a fat woman on my way here, and she looked really scary."

The villagers answered questions as they ate. It seems that the nutrition of bread reminded him of the common sense of 'eating people with short mouths'.

"Those are the teachers of the Dark Church, and we thought they were the undead who had come to carry away more and more of them, just like before."

"But they don't seem to be the same now, they say we can deal with the undead on our own, whatever we want. And he always tells us stories that we haven't heard before. ”

He said as he ate, his movements seemed a little anxious, and the dry bread powder squirted out of his mouth.

But he also quickly put the palm of his hand in front of his mouth, and when the bread had accumulated on the palm of his hand, he poured the end of the palm of his hand into his mouth.

"But that's not what I said before. In the past, the teachers of the Dark Church, let us be careful when we kill the undead, and don't shed too much blood. That blood can bring bad luck. ”

"But there is no better way now, and there are more and more undead people who are still a little rational and want to fight for a way to die."

"We used to have only one immortal in that iron cage, but now we have to stuff seven or eight dry spirits into it. It's like a spider, with several hands and legs. ”

The industry of the undead settlement is entirely about dealing with the undead, and in normal times in Lothric and the secluded church, there will be a considerable subsidy for this 'first process'.

This is the work that the villagers rely on for a living.

So when the world collapsed, the people here first lost food and drink, because they themselves did not produce food.

Rann asked again if there were any outsiders in the village recently, or if something strange had happened.

This villager confessed truthfully.

As he was leaving, Lanndo gave him a piece of bread as payment.

I don't know how much longer the nutrition of bread can keep his body up.

The witcher looked up at the 'Bloody Eclipse'.

As long as the flames have not returned to their vigor, then there are no undead to make trouble. The lack of food is enough to kill most of the people in this world.

Eventually, the soul will deteriorate.

The information given by this villager is quite valuable.

He said that there was actually a sorcerer in the village some time ago. Although Lan En didn't know what the so-called [Spell Master] was capable of, it sounded like a group of people like [Magician] and [Priesthood] who possessed supernatural powers.

If you do, you can talk about it.

Also, the sacred tree enshrined in the village is now used as a place for them to temporarily place the remains of the undead. It is rumored that many people heard muffled breathing next to the tree.

According to the tone of this world, Lan En actually kind of believes that the tree may have absorbed too much nutrients, souls, and humanity from the stumps of the undead, and then lived.

There was nothing else to say, the villager did not know the trace of the old knight Verdolink.

Lan En didn't think that he could run into it directly, so it was more important to hurry up.

So, he continued to lead the horse towards the heights of the undead settlement.

There are also a lot of villains here who are like the slaves in the Dark Church, but when they are not corrupted, they don't seem to be hostile to Ran.

It's just a matter of walking separately.

On horseback, the flannel ball's claws left the hilt of the sword and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I thought they were all bad guys."

It scratched its beard and said.

"That doesn't seem to be the case now."

Lan En walked in front of him, and said without looking back, "I think it's because of the gloom that there are no good people." ”

"I won't judge people by their looks in the future."

As he spoke, Lan En was climbing the hill with his eyes looking to the outside of the hill below.

Outside the road, at the top of another hill, a familiar figure was standing, looking into the distance.

The distinctive twilight armor, shield, and flaming greatsword are Ford's Greatsword.

I'm a little lucky.

Lan En thought to himself.

Immediately, I don't care if the mobility of riding the unicorn will scare others.

Turning over his horse, he pointed to the hill for Qilin: "Go over there, I see an acquaintance." ”

Gu Long shook his head and glanced to the side.

Below is the bottomless cliff, and the people of the immortal settlement are obviously not in the mood to put a fence on the mountain road, so they will go directly to death if they make a mistake.

And Kirin is noncommittal.

The hoof rubbed lightly twice on the ground in a sign of respect for the terrain, and then leaped lightly.

Easily jumped to the opposite cliff.

The limbs of the ancient dragon are far harder than rocks, and it is easy to step into them, and then climb the stairs to the top.

"Hey, Verdolynk!"

Lanne's voice was somewhat happy.

In a world that is gradually becoming chaotic, dark and dangerous, it is indeed worth rejoicing to meet an acquaintance who once helped you.

Rann jumped off his horse and walked towards Verdolink, who was standing on the edge of the cliff and looking out.

But the more he walked towards him, the less joy faded on Lan's face, and the more hesitant his steps became.

Finally, he stopped three steps behind Verdolinck. The palms of the hands clenched unconsciously.

This old knight. It's starting to go wrong.

Lane's brow furrowed completely.

When he first met Verdolinck, the old knight had neatly dealt with a group of ghostly lumberjacks.

Although he was tired in his eyes at that time, he was still a normal person.

But now

With the sound of the clash of armor, the former paladin turned slightly.

Beneath the twilight-colored peaked helmet, the mask wrapped in rags revealed only the eyes.

But the look in those eyes. It's like a wooden thorn stuck between your fingernails, making you feel dangerous and painful.

"Can you still communicate, Verdorink?"

The witcher pursed his lips and asked with difficulty.

This old knight was already an immortal in the past, and now, it is not surprising that even if he is transformed into a wandering soul or a living corpse.

"Communication?"

Unexpectedly, Verdolynk responded methodically to Ranne's question.

But this tone

Lan En's expression, which had just been a little surprised, suddenly became solemn again.

Funny, malicious, cruel. This is not the character that Verdolynk has shown before.

Not at all!

"For now, I can still talk to you. But well, people are going crazy one day, and even more so for people who can't die, haha. ”

It was still the voice of the old knight himself, but what was revealed under the voice was completely different from the guy who could help ordinary passers-by.

He's crazy.

Lan En was aware of this.

"Since you're going crazy, what are you doing here? Your madness is in a daze? ”

The witcher said, stealthily looking over Fodorink's shoulder and following his line of sight.

Is it the tree that is revered as sacred by the villagers of the undead settlement?

"It's ridiculous, it took me madness to realize the truth of this world—that the gods have put shackles on humanity."

Verdolynk walked past Ranne, who didn't seem to mean to make a move.

Instead, it was as if he wanted to introduce his ideas to Lane.

Instead of becoming living corpses or geistes, the undead claim to have attained the 'truth'?

What a hell of a thing.

"It's not a good time for us to talk, Ran. Look, I still remember your name. ”

"When you're crazy and understood, you'll know where to go to find me. We will use sacrifice to bond. ”

"At that time, we crazy people will be family members."

Lan turned to look at Verdolink, who was gradually moving his hand to the hilt of the knife at his waist, but eventually gave up.

——

The overall situation of Fodolynk, as well as the undead settlement, has fully reflected the chaos that the fire will bring to the world.

People's sanity is crumbling, and supplies and logistics are drying up.

Both body and soul will face despair at this time.

After all, the 'world' known to life in this world is about to collapse.

After that, there were no more twists and turns, and Lan En made his way to the gate of the undead settlement.

There's a warrior here who calls himself 'Sun Knight', and he does his best to help the people here.

He seems to be a well-wisher, and under his management and restraint, at least there hasn't been any big mess here.

"Don't trust the teachers of the secluded churches."

Lane said to the Sun Knight.

This guy is wearing a set of chain mail and plate armor that looks quite sturdy, and a barrel-shaped helmet with only one observation slit on his head, and a feather inserted on the side, which is quite distinctive.

It's just that the sun pattern with a human face painted on the chest blouse reminds Lan of the Nilfergaard emblem a little.

"Those teachers have apostasy, and now they are teaching dark stories."

"Hey, I know you have a point. There is something wrong with the stories of those teachers preaching. ”

The sound of the Sun Knight's urn came from under the helmet. Helpless and distressed.

"But after all, it's a person from a secluded church, and they've been working with the undead for hundreds of years. Now people are panicking, and everyone wants to grab some life-saving straw. Anyway, I can only do my best. ”

"Just do your best." Lan En said as he led the Kirin away. "Archbishop Klimt says don't be too pessimistic, the city of Los Ric has always mastered the fire ceremony."

"I'm not worried that the fire ceremony won't go through, that's impossible."

The Sun Knight sighed and shook his head.

"I just thought, when the fire transmission ceremony is completed, how many people will die in this world."

"Okay, I'll let you open the door, you go out. The pilgrims in front of you arrived half an hour before you. They were also to go to Lothric and admonish the prince to his face. You can join them. ”

Lan En nodded, and walked out of the floodgates of the village.

"Thank you, and may the flames bless you."

"May the sun guide you, friend."

(End of chapter)