Dark clouds covered the entire sky like a giant's hand, and fragments of light loomed in the clouds. Even during the day, the entire town was in a dark, damp and cold atmosphere.
There were piles of bones beneath his feet, and the smell of moldy corpses floated in the air.
No one knows how long this town has been abandoned, and no one cares. In Sylvania, such dead towns are everywhere. Even those villages and towns with living people are filled with a sense of death.
The atmosphere. Everyone has a strange expression written on their face.
"I really don't want to stay in this place for one more fucking minute."
Celta cursed loudly, casually chopped down the weeds in front of him, and kicked a fragment of his skull far away.
The bones fell to the ground, making a crisp knocking sound. In front of them was a larger pile of bones.
"I really don't understand why Diego would come to a place like this? What on earth does he want to investigate? He alone can't fight against any vampire. Even if he adds servants, he will be useless."
The raider captain continued to curse loudly, ignoring the gloomy expressions of the two people beside him.
"Diego, he is a witch hunter first, and our comrade second. Do you really think he has nothing to hide from us?"
Aliria turned her head and stared at the Marauder Captain with a pair of azure glasses, like a ghost.
This made Celta very uncomfortable, but she didn't know how to answer for a while.
"Does he have something to hide from us? We are brothers who fought alongside him. We have been through life and death many times, partners and comrades who are closer than brothers. What else can he hide from us?"
Celta spat and retorted loudly.
"There are many things that put witch hunters through life and death. They are already dead the moment they become witch hunters."
The elf raised his eyebrows——
"Don't you know? Only one tenth of the people can successfully pass the herbal test. The remaining eliminated are either dead or crazy. The moment they become witch hunters, they can no longer be called normal.
People."
"What you think of life and death may be as ordinary as eating and drinking to them."
The wood elf's words made the marauder speechless again.
They were once powerful robbers on the sea, risking their lives every time they went to sea. They once thought they were the most dangerous people in the world. However, after experiencing various incidents, Celta discovered that their piracy behaviors in the past were nothing more than
The most trivial adventure in the human world.
"Witch hunters are loyal to the core department of the empire, the intelligence agency. Your comrades who have fought side by side for many years may not necessarily share the same heart with you. A witch hunter of the empire has settled in Kislev for many years just to repay the favor.
A former kindness from a local lord?"
Aliria's words caused Celta to fall into silence again. It seems that Diego is indeed not simple... and what's even more not simple is the elf in front of her. She has already seen everything, but she is selectively blind and chooses to remain silent. In the dark
Observe and remain calm.
However, after this conversation, Celta suddenly felt a chill running down its spine. In this seemingly united team, everyone may have their own agenda. Since Diego is backed by the empire, what about this elf...
...She comes from the Athel Loren Forest, which has nothing to do with Kislev, so why has she wandered here for so many years? And what about the dwarf who seems harmless to humans and animals and has no concern for the outside world? Is he really innocent?
Just want to help Rhodes?
Their seemingly invincible team is actually...
Selta didn't dare to think too much, and couldn't think too much. His brain capacity was not enough to support him to make so many assumptions. He felt that his head was going to explode, and he couldn't figure out the inner world of these people. He might as well have two bottles of vodka.
Be energetic and have no worries at all.
A low growl like a ghost came from the end of the dark alley. The Lost Guest opened his bow and gently placed the arrow on the bowstring. His slender brows were raised slightly, and his blue eyes stared at that person.
A dark alleyway like an abyss.
"This is a trap!"
Aliria suddenly shouted and shot out the arrows in her hands almost at the same time.
In an instant, a low roar came from the end of the dark alley. Immediately, the entire ground began to tremble slightly.
Around the town square, countless zombies and monsters dragging their broken arms quickly rushed towards the three members of the team from the streets and narrow alleys in all directions.
They are scrambling for the first place, without any sense of self, they are just a bunch of corpses composed of rotten flesh and blood!
Some monsters even squeezed each other in the long and narrow alley, and the zombies rushing behind them stepped directly on the bodies of the zombies in front and climbed over them.
From all directions, the roars of countless undead creatures were heard instantly.
"Oh! This is not good..."
Facing the menacing tide of corpses, the dwarf picked up his shield and muttered to himself.
Without giving the three of them much time to prepare, the zombie at the front had already rushed in front of Aliria and her group.
Facing the zombie at the front, Aliria took a small step back to avoid the zombie's clumsy chop, then turned the longbow in her hand and swept towards the zombie.
The wooden longbow struck the zombie's festered skin hard, making a dull sound.
The zombie that was hit fell on its back, and the zombie that followed was knocked away by the predator behind Aliria.
Celta swung his double axe, and hit the zombie's head with one axe. The splattered brains and blood quickly stained the predator's hands black.
But such bloody scenes are already commonplace for Celta.
He pulled out the tomahawk from the zombie's head with an expressionless face, and when another zombie was about to backstab, he cut off its arm. The barbarian roared and kicked the half-crippled zombie away. The tomahawk in his hand once again
Cut it down, splitting the nearest zombie into two pieces.
Black blood and juice spurted from the broken bones and flesh.
Soon, more and more zombies surrounded the three of them.
"Dwarf, protect my rear!"
Celta yelled, they were very few in number, and faced with enemies surrounding them on all sides, they must not give their back to the enemy.
This is an iron law left behind by countless actual battles.
"How many times have I told you! Don't call me dwarf!"
Grondy roared angrily, but had to stand behind the predator captain.
They can have disputes, but never on a dangerous battlefield.
Grundy moved his round shield sideways, easily blocking the zombie's rusty machete. Then, under the powerful swing of the dwarf, the steel shield smashed into the zombie in front of him, smashing the rotting body into real flesh...
In the dark town, the three of them formed a solid front line, constantly killing the surrounding zombie groups...
Until the wood elf saw the pale monster in black robes on top of the ruined church not far away...