In the dark night, Blackhammer Castle was quiet, and the howling of wolves in the forest outside the city gradually disappeared. Rhodes knew that this was not a good thing. Judging from past experience, the retreat of werewolves often represents another, more serious kind of situation.
The arrival of terrible creatures - the pace of the beastmen is approaching.
The rooms and corridors of the castle were filled with soldiers who had been injured while fighting the werewolves the previous night. They were lying on the ground in twos and threes, and the seriously injured were lying on the bed, waiting for treatment by doctors.
However, in this barbaric world, medical skills are so backward that there are no tools for disinfection. The slightly injured can be treated, but the seriously injured can almost only pray to God for blessings to keep them alive.
Sometimes, priests can treat some seriously injured people, but these are rare cases. In most cases, gods do not respond to mortals. Even the most devout priests in the empire cannot guarantee that they will receive divine power every time they pray. Not to mention
A priest in a remote place like the northern part of Kislev.
A priest of White's level may spend his whole life praying and pursuing miracles, but in the end he will get very little, but this still cannot stop him from pursuing gods. The old world continent is full of crises, and humans often feel helpless and desperate.
When time comes, a god is needed for sustenance. This is why various religions are prevalent in the continent of the old world.
"Great and merciful God of Sarlacc, I hereby ask you to save these innocent children. They are your loyal people. May your glory shine on us, and we will devote ourselves wholeheartedly."
White walked up to a seriously injured Iron Ring City soldier, holding up a wooden statue and praying in his mouth. The injured soldier's eyes were closed, one of his hands had been amputated, and he was suffering from a high fever.
His condition and whether he can survive tonight is still unknown.
White prayed devoutly, but after a few minutes, no miracle happened. The wounded man was still lying on the white mattress, breathing weakly. A desolate and sad atmosphere lingered in the castle.
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"The ice wall has been reinforced twice. In a short period of time, even if there are doubled werewolves attacking, there is no need to be afraid. As long as they don't climb up."
The moon shadow looked longingly, and Black Hammer Castle was not far behind, sleeping like a giant. Standing on top of the ice wall, looking at the endless black forest, Rhodes and Caroline started chatting again.
Compared to the night before, Caroline's energy had recovered a lot. But Rhodes seemed even more worried.
"It's not a werewolf, I'm not worried about a werewolf, it's a beastman."
Rhodes said that the blood moon hung in the sky, like the devil's messenger, making the entire forest restless.
"The Beastmen will be here soon."
Rhodes said immediately.
"Then I'd like to take a look."
The Frost Witch ignored the coming danger, but was full of confidence. She had reason to be so confident. In the past, when the blood moon came, the lords of the castles in the north fought on their own. If they couldn't defeat them, they would close the city gates tightly and let these beasts pass. Wait until
When the blood moon is over, the threat will naturally disappear. This year, Rhodes has gathered troops from three castles. No matter how many beastmen there are, it is impossible to capture Black Hammer Castle.
Caroline was curious to know how many successful abilities she had mastered in the past few years of studying at the Magic Academy.
"I promise you won't want to see them."
Rhodes said seriously.
"You won't know until you see it."
Caroline puffed up her chest and said proudly. At the same time, she turned her eyes to Rhodes again, sizing him up like a prey. This look made Rhodes very unnatural.
"Lord, I would like to ask a question."
Suddenly, the Frost Witch spoke.
"What's the problem?" Rhodes frowned and looked at Caroline, wondering what strange question this clever kid had come up with.
"Are you really just a lord?" Caroline said, "Don't get me wrong, I mean, your combat power has exceeded that of an ordinary human being. Human lords generally do not have that strong combat power, and you
His performance on the road has exceeded the capabilities of a normal lord."
Caroline blinked.
Rhodes knew that it seemed that the witch was aware of something strange about him. It was no wonder that from defeating the savages in the arena to encountering the werewolves in Black Hammer Castle, it was impossible for him not to take action, and once he took action, it would inevitably cause some
People's attention. Ordinary soldiers may not notice it, but a wizard like Caroline cannot fail to notice it. Her attitude was the same as when Alves asked her, with suspicion. However, Alves still
The dwarf was smarter and asked in a circumstantial manner, while Caroline was a bit younger after all, so she asked more straightforwardly.
"So, besides being the lord of Blackhammer Castle, what else do you think I am? A bear warrior? Or a secret member of the White Wolf Knights?"
Rod joked back.
"Who knows... In short, the castle lord should not have such a strong fighting power. Your performance in the arena that day was very surprising. When you solved the siege of Blackhammer Castle two days ago, you once again showed amazing fighting power.
.This makes people have to doubt.”
The witch pouted and said.
"Doubtful... So, in your mind, what should a castle lord be like? Hiding behind the city wall and commanding his men to kill the enemy?" "That is not the castle lord in my mind. In the distant era, when the spirit of chivalry was still alive.
In that era, the human lord was the one who had to charge on horseback and kill at the front line. The combat skills he developed were unrivaled. That is the most precious thing left to us by our ancestors, spirit and culture. And in peacetime,
Humanity has long forgotten, forgotten the glorious times we once had, and our most precious things. I just stick to this tradition."
Rhodes said in a serious tone.
"That being said..."
Caroline still held on to Rhodes, as if she must find out some secret from him. But Rhodes looked so calm. He wore the most ordinary clothes and armor, used the most ordinary weapons, and had the most ordinary clothes on his body.
The precious weapon is the cold iron sword. However, even that weapon was passed down from ancestors. An ordinary weapon whose workmanship is not so fine and whose material is not so precious is passed down as a family heirloom not because of its rarity.
The power is due to the fact that this sword once followed its master in battles across the country and killed countless chaotic beasts. As Rhodes said, what is passed down is nothing more than a spirit.
"There is only one kind of person who can kill seven beastmen at once and easily defeat the arena champion."
Caroline stared at Rhodes curiously and continued - "The Chosen One. You are the Chosen One!"
"The Chosen One?" Rhodes was surprised by Frost Witch's cleverness, but he still maintained restraint and continued to pretend to be calm.
"Don't talk nonsense like this. Have you ever seen any of the Chosen Gods wearing such poorly made armor and using such ordinary weapons, whiteboard weapons, with no strength bonus at all. If I were the Chosen One, I would never
It will be the status it is today. Needless to say, in Kislev and in the empire, the status of the Chosen One is also very high. He can respond to everything at once. But I obviously do not have such ability."
Rhodes laughed. He paid attention to the witch's expression. Caroline's expression softened slightly, and she nodded doubtfully, feeling that what the uncle in front of her said made sense...
Woo...
While the two were talking, a powerful and ancient horn sounded in the dark forest. The beastmen began to attack at night...