"Fell, I want to record this operation of ours. ”

Deckley said suddenly, staring at the fairly smooth stone wall.

Fell looked at him suspiciously, but did not speak.

The chanting just now had consumed most of his energy, and now, he was indeed a little powerless to respond.

Diocles didn't expect him to respond, and continued to himself: "If, I mean, if somebody knows what we've been going through in the future, will there be bards who will make it all up and sing it all across the continent?"

"Younan, Lars, Curari, Willis, Nongrui, Jerry, Auston, their names should be remembered by the world, right?"

Fell still didn't speak, but handed his broken sword with the hand that was still intact.

Perhaps, we will be remembered too. ”

Diocleus took the broken sword, smiling a little reluctantly.

After a long time.

Diocleus slumped against the edge of the cave wall, smiling as he stared at the words and patterns he had carved into the stone wall.

"How's it going, Fell? Doesn't it look good?"

Phil, who had recuperated a little, grinned, "Great picture, Diokeley, you are amazing." ”

Receiving praise from his peers, Diocleus was satisfied.

The two looked at the pictures on the stone wall, and the scenes of the past came to their minds again, this kind of encounter was too cruel for them.

For a moment, silence returned to the cave.

"The rest of the food and potions, if only one person uses them, should last a few more days, right?"

Deckley whispered suddenly.

When Fair heard this, his eyes were confused for a moment, and then he instantly realized, "It seems that this is all we can do." ”

If it weren't for the two of them, if Brother Rick was alone, he would definitely be able to get out of this forest alive with all those food and potions.

"It's a pity, I'm still only a reserve knight......"

Deckley lowered his head and muttered with regret.

Suddenly, a voice sounded beside him.

"Diokeley Cahills, in the name of Captain Rick, I canonize you as the official Knight of the 118th Squad of the Red Cross Light Armed Order. ”

Dykeley turned his head in amazement.

It turned out that at some point, Fell actually held his broken sword in one hand and stood beside Dykeley with a solemn expression, and the spine of the broken sword was hanging over Deckley's head with some trembling.

"Fair, you...... Thank you!"

Diocles choked.

Almost as soon as he saw this scene clearly, Deckley understood what Fell meant.

Although Fair was not qualified to be a knight, at such times, even the recognition of a knight was precious to Diocle.

This is just a canonization that the church will certainly not recognize.

But what it meant to Dykeley was different.

Dykeley gritted his teeth and propped up his weak body and knelt down on one knee in front of Fell, his expression solemn and serious.

"I, Diocleus Cahills, swear to the god of twilight that I will know my will, that I will not bully the weak, that I will live humbly, that I will not be afraid of strong enemies in the battles I have passed, and that I will not be ......"

"Okay, Deckley, we won't read those lengthy oaths, from now on, you are the official knight of our 118th squad, remembering the mission is our honor, do you remember our mission?"

"Remember!"

At the end of the conversation, the two looked at each other and smiled, and stood up with each other's arms.

"It's time for us to go. ”

Fair said.

"Hmm. ”

Diocleus glanced at the cave with some nostalgia, left the food and potions, and walked out of the cave with Fell.

The unrepentant back gradually faded away......

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The forest under the warm sun is particularly hypocritical.

The dense grass and shrubs covered the sin and blood tightly, and there was not a trace of it, and occasionally a few rays of sunlight shone through the dense branches and leaves of the forest, and the spots of light fell on the body without feeling any warmth.

The mountain wind blew, and the branches and leaves that swayed with the wind made a slight rustling sound, as if telling something.

Rick, alone searching for herbs and food, was sitting next to a small puddle.

The puddle is not big, but the water is clear.

That alone was enough to make Rick ignore his surroundings and pause for a moment.

Rick peeled off his blood-stained leather armor and tore open the cotton cloth wrapped around his left shoulder to look at it, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

"The wound finally didn't continue to fester. ”

He took some water from the puddle and carefully washed the wound.

While cleaning, I secretly rejoiced.

Thanks to the medicine prepared by the quartermaster this time, there are some precious magic potions, otherwise this time it would really be wiped out.

"There is not much medicine left, I don't know how long Dykeley and Fell can last longer......"

Rick, who had bandaged his wound again, leaned weakly against a stone next to the puddle, looking inexplicable.

"I'm afraid the same thing happened to the exploration team a month ago...... The task is not finished, and now I can only try my best to take those two little ones out, and it is not in vain that they call me big brother. ”

Rick leaned down and gulped a few gulps of water in the icy puddle, and the cold feeling made Rick's somewhat confused brain instantly sober up a lot.

He turned his head to look at the "harvest" that he had been searching for all morning.

There are only a few edible pieces of "root celery", and none of the medicinal materials that can be used have been found.

In despair, Rick suddenly heard some small sounds not far away.

"Huh?"

Rick quickly grabbed his knight's shield and mace, and quietly disappeared from the sound.

It was almost a bucket of smoke to find a seven-person team.

There were elves, dwarves, and a few humans in this team, but Rick, who should have felt lucky, frowned.

"No, how can the aura on that goblin be so similar to the aura of those undead?"

Rick was secretly wary.

As a knight of the church, although Rick's status is not high, he has been bathed in the holy power of the church for a long time, and his perception of some dark forces is naturally stronger than that of ordinary people.

In particular, he also wears some special equipment that enhances perception in the church.

The uncomfortable feeling became more and more obvious.

There must be something wrong with that leading goblin!

It's just, why did these people walk with that goblin?

What did they want to do when they entered the forest?

What does that goblin have to do with those undead creatures?

Just as Rick was wondering, the human team in his sight suddenly stopped.