The night breeze suddenly blows away the clouds, revealing the starry moon that has been obscured, and the cool moonlight spills down through the cracks in the clouds, evoking countless creatures that haunt the night.

The ruined village on the south-facing edge of the Wheat Plain, long since been overrun by the private army of Ann Loslin, has been initially converted into a makeshift settlement, and most of them have returned to their tents after dinner to recharge their batteries for the work that will begin tomorrow.

The white tents were separated by broken mud walls, and for fear of rain at night, they were deliberately covered with tarpaulins painted with gray and blue.

I don't know how long it took, but the night watchmen on duty all finished their shifts and went down to rest, and the night became thicker and deeper, and the cold night wind blew more urgently.

The slave gladiator-turned-night watchman has undergone special training and is not very afraid of hardship, but when he is alone, he always feels uncomfortable and inexplicably a little uneasy.

With the help of the stars and moonlight falling from time to time, he looked at the wilderness outside the temporary settlement, and felt an invisible malice quietly gather and take shape, constantly tumbling and intertwining, and seemed to gradually take on a form.

It was a sharp, beast-like claw, and even when it was shrouded in a night as deep as iron, it glowed with a cold light that made the teeth tremble, and it looked like it would rush at any moment and tear at all living things.

The Night's Watchman's imagination was so rich that he had sunk into it and could hardly break free! It wasn't long before a sudden night breeze blew through, tearing open the thin clouds, and the moonlight that fell illuminated the dark malice that took shape.

However, the truth gave the Night's Watch a slap in the face, and there was no suspicious incarnation of terror there, only the dead trees that had fallen off their leaves. Large swaths of cracked bark fall off, revealing a hive-like hollow underneath that has been eroded by negative energy or eaten by ants, and when the wind blows, it emits all kinds of ghostly screams, no wonder it can affect ordinary people.

The slave gladiator who kept vigil was relieved to see the truth, and then he was very annoyed and remorseful for the timidity and cowardice he had exposed when he was alone, and remembered what the instructor Fergus had said, and was convinced that with the disciples of Master Benjamin Barton in charge, whether it was a beast or a degenerate who worshipped demons, he did not care at all.

The emboldened night watchman, feeling that he had been in one place for too long, should get up and move around a little, and immediately take action.

The bread and fish soup had long since been digested, and the empty stomach felt a little uncomfortable, and the night watchman reached into his bosom and pulled out a small pouch filled with dried meat that had been simmered at the temperature.

He took out a piece and threw it into his mouth, not a cold and hard taste, but a softness with a slightly salty flavor, sliding between his lips and teeth, and the oil-filled fat particles melted immediately, and the night watchman drooled.

"In the past, we lived a life that was inferior to pigs and dogs, but now it is the life we want. The free air can be breathed at will, I am surrounded by close companions to rely on, every day is meaningful, there is nothing better than now, I must cherish it and live it well. ”

Thinking so, the Night's Watch walked briskly around the makeshift settlement, and when he saw nothing unusual, he walked back the way he came.

In the depths of the darkness, the eyes of beasts glowing with a turquoise glow, half-closed and half-opened, scanned around, wary of the ghosts floating around them, and the depraved ones with strange forms.

They had long since discovered the ruins of this regained village, but unfortunately, whether it was the beast's keen sense of danger or the cautious instinct of the demon-worshipping degenerate, they all had an inexplicable concern for the seemingly peaceful village.

After all, they don't have many brains, they don't have the instinct to hide from danger, and all that remains is endless hatred and greed.

Bow your knees to the demons and offer all kinds of sacrifices, including your own body, in exchange for all kinds of magical abilities that surpass ordinary people. Among them, the ability to control low-level undead is the easiest one to obtain.

A female depraved by the Demon Baron, who had been pampered by the Demon Baron, raised the Yew wand in her hand, and after chanting a spell, the head of the wand triggered a pale light, hitting the ghost floating around her, and immediately controlled it.

"Go!"

At the command of the female degenerate, the undead, glowing green and poisoned by negative energy, left the withered forest and seemed to float slowly towards the ruined village, despite some reluctance.

As soon as it came into the sentry guard's field of vision, Ron Lothling immediately heard the sirens and slowly opened his eyes. The benefits of the one-ring magic and vigilance to share vision were finally manifested at this time.

However, after seeing that it was just a ghost driven by negative energy, Ron Roslin closed his eyes and continued to sleep nonchalantly.

Replacing normal people's sleep with the shallow meditation of mental awareness, the extra time of Grace Loslin is spent on cultivation, and the slave increases the level and ceiling of mental power.

As the saying goes, little by little efforts to improve, sooner or later will accumulate a huge motivation to break through the bottleneck and surpass the limit.

Ron Loslin thought so, and practiced it physically, although under his auspices, the small cave was ready, and even the sun god of the overworld pulled one of the strongest over.

Just as the venomous ghost crossed the sentry guard and approached the final cordon, the night watchman had just eaten the last piece of jerky, and when he looked up and saw the legendary ghost, he couldn't help but exclaim, but his voice was surprisingly soft.

Obviously, it must have been a ring of magic and sound-absorbing magic to block out the cries of the night watch, so as not to wake up the private troops in the makeshift settlement and interfere with the normal work of tomorrow.

The ghost, stimulated by the breath of the living, had discovered the existence of the Night's Watch and immediately drifted over at an accelerated speed.

Sadly, in the heart of the ruined village, an altar made of water and earth by the Sun Priestess Madiv, a shrine made of water and earth, is connected to the gods of the source of faith.

Not to mention that the altar of ordinary gods will form a "holy abode" to dispel all alien energy, behind this altar is the strongest sun god three-legged golden crow in the main world, and it is also at the peak of its heyday, and it can completely eliminate or purify the existence of the undead by virtue of its existence.

As a result, the ghost covered in poison, after entering the place of the altar's glorious refuge, was evaporated and melted by the sunlight in the blink of an eye, leaving not even the slightest trace.

At the same time, the female degenerate who drove the undead immediately sensed the fact that the village not far away was under the protection of the gods, and she hesitated for the first time, not knowing whether to leave or stay.

The nearby degenerates all watched her every move, and found that the village had the blessing of the gods, presumably from the old continent, and the thought of being unable to resist suddenly rose in their hearts, and after exchanging glances with each other, they turned around and left without hesitation.

In this way, there are no reinforcements for the degenerate on this trip, and in desperation, she is full of reluctance, but she has to choose to leave, after all, advancing and retreating with her partners is also an attitude, especially when this kind of hostility is not clear for the time being, and the odds of victory are not very high.

Now that the degenerates, all of whom were full of danger, were gone, the clever beasts whimpered, turned and began to hunt other animals to fill their empty stomachs.

As for the few ghosts left, although they witnessed the complete demise of their accomplices, they were interested in snatching the essence of the living.

So, in the field of view of the sentry guard, she saw seven or eight undead floating one after another, only to evaporate from the sunlight released by the altar when they reached the outskirts of the village.

The night watchman witnessed such a miraculous scene, and immediately became more and more reverent for Madiv, the priest of the sun, and his shallow faith gradually became pious, and he was already a qualified believer.

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