The Dean Has Arrived

Let time return to the iron axe tavern half a day ago.

"Sorry, I don't drink." St. George refused to discard the ale that Sivi pushed over, and then asked curiously: "What do you mean by the rumors?"

"It is said that people injured by the plague walking corpses will also be infected and become members of the walking corpses."

Sevi took the wooden cup back, took a sip, and then frowned.

He finally discovered that the age of mythology is not as good as that of later generations... the brewing technology here is really poor."Fiction" novel chapter updated fastest

So he raised his hand and called the bartender: "Bring me a glass of juice and a glass of honey milk."

In later generations, it has long been common knowledge that keneng is infected by the plague walking corpse.When some militiamen were injured by walking dead in the cemetery during their mission, they would go to the church of Pure White Church regardless of whether the opponent was a plague walking dead or not. They would spend a few silver coins to buy a small pot of holy water to clean their wounds. This is very effective in preventing the plague brought by walking corpses.

It's just that the pure white churches of the myth age still don't shrink in any corner, even if Xiwei really dug them out, do they have the technology to make holy water now?

Let alone the high-level holy water that requires the blood of the saint, and the low-level holy water manufacturing process is not simple, otherwise so many amazing and brilliant alchemists in the myth age have long been found out, and they will not turn into pure white. The specialty of the church...

"..." St. George didn't answer, just sighed.

This guy really knows how to lie, and writes all he wants on his face.

Xiwei sighed in her heart.

It would be nice if the old foxes in later generations could be so simple.

After a long while, when his juice was delivered.St. George whispered: "Can we change the subject?"

His voice was full of bitterness, and Xiwei couldn't think of the young man who dared to slay dragons with him six years ago.

"Now is an extraordinary period. If news like'If you get injured, you will become a walking corpse', if it leaks all over the street, it will definitely affect morale, so the headquarters should try to block the news secretly...for example, all the infected Silence or something."

Xiwei took a sip of her honey and milk, and then nodded in satisfaction: "I think, with your personality, there must be no way to do such a thing, right?"

St. George, who was said to his heart by Sivi, could only continue to remain silent.

In six years, this once passionate boy has gradually grown up. For many times, even if he doesn't agree, he can only compromise with reality.

"This is necessary for the final battle... I understand... But I just can't..."

St. George hugged his head in pain.

"I understand."

Xiwei nodded.Then he patted him on the shoulder: "Would you like to do it with me?"

"what?"

St. George's mind didn't turn around.

"I want to treat those who are infected. Would you like to help?"

Sevi looked at him.Said word by word.

"Really? Do you have a way to treat those people!" The young knight's face showed a very surprised expression.

"There is no way to be 100% sure, so experimentation is needed."

Xiwei naturally wouldn't be full of words, he narrowed his eyes slightly: "So what's your answer?"

"If you can really do it, what if I immediately hand over my resignation to the Knights!"

St. George knocked on his breastplate.Make a bang sound.

"This is not a resignation. You are also hunting down infected people at the top. If we want to help those people, we will inevitably oppose the top. You are really willing to abandon the big prospects and become the thorn in the other side. Are you even wanted? "

Xiwei said solemnly.

"I'll confirm it first." St. George also raised his face and asked seriously: "You are really trying to treat those people, and you don't have any other ideas, such as fighting for power with the current high-level people, right?"

"I can swear on this, from now on, I will never do anything harmful to mankind."

Sivi drew a circle on the desktop, and countless inscriptions of the oath appeared faintly inside. He took out a small knife and slashed his finger, squeezing out a few drops of blood into the magic circle, complete Made an oath.

"In this case, I can also swear to the glory of the knight."

St. George ignored the surprised expressions of the surrounding guests and raised the fire of notoriety: "Before you betray mankind, I will definitely do my best to help you, become your sword, and fulfill all your dreams!"

The two smiled at each other, and then they gave a high-five.

Dividing line

This is a dark world.

Hessian Ingny Hill stood there, a little confused.

Suddenly he seemed to hear the gurgling water coming from behind him.

Turning around, a rushing river appeared in front of him.

Then he immediately noticed that his subordinates and partners were on the other side, and seemed to be going there.

"Really, don't leave your master!" He sighed, lifted his shirt and chin, intending to run across the river, catch up with them, and then reprimand them as usual.

"do not come!"

At this time, his once-brother, the lieutenant's left and right hand, shouted across the river, "Boss, don't cross the river! You have not yet crossed the river!"

"Don't cross the river, what are you talking about..."

Hesen responded impatiently.

"Boss, think about what happened before!" The figure continued to shout, his voice a little anxious.

What happened before?

Ah, yes.He received a high-level order to eliminate a large number of walking corpses in the territory, but because the number of enemies was much larger than reported, although he was defeated, almost everyone was injured after the war.

When their class teacher returned to the city, a knight group seemed to attack them because they mistakenly recognized them as walking corpses...

Except for him, everyone is dead.

After that, in order to be able to get renmen's recognition again, he returned to his hometown and began hunting demons everywhere, trying to let the people in the city understand that he hadn't become a zombie...

But, thinking about it now, those demons hunted by him seem a little strange...

"Boss, you seem to have remembered it." Opposite, his once brother smiled: "Then I should go too."

"Wait, where are you going!" Haisen returned to his senses, trying to chase him, but was stopped by the opponent.

"Boss, I'm dead. But you are still alive." There was an open-minded smile on his face: "I hope you can avenge us... Ah, of course not to trouble those knights. If you can, please. Help me kick the Lord of Plague in the ass."

"Philip..."

Hesen bit the corner of his mouth and desperately suppressed his desire to cross the Styx and reunite with his brothers.

With tears in his eyes, he nodded fiercely, and then turned around: "I understand. At that time, I will let you see your boss and my hero in the ground!"

After speaking, he ran forward headlessly.

Because if he didn't leave here soon, he was afraid that he could not help crying.

The last time I shed tears was a long time ago when my mother was skewered with wooden cones by those damn orcs.

The soul named Feili on the other side of the Styx River looked at the figure of Haisen gradually disappearing into the darkness, with a soft smile on his face.

"Boss... No, General, I wish you prosperity, I will be watching you in Valhalla."

Valhalla is a place in the legend of his hometown. It is said that all the heroic souls of warriors who died in battle will go there eventually, where they will guard their relatives and friends.

Not only him, but countless figures of the soldiers that Hesen once served on the banks of the Styx River, together with Philip, saluted the back figure that had disappeared from their sight.

In many cases, living is far more painful than dying.

Dividing line

When Heisen opened his eyes, the white magic lamp light stung his eyes.

He felt that his whole body was painful, but compared to not feeling pain at all before, perhaps this would be more comfortable, because he would feel alive.

After adapting to the light of the magic lamp, he saw the figure in front of him.

Xiwei stretched out his hand to the warrior who had just returned from the death line.

"Welcome back." He said with a smile: "If you can, do you want to join my mercenary group?" (To be continued...)