Black smoke rose slowly, and soldiers lay among the piles of corpses. He hurried back to his hometown after receiving the emergency report, but he never thought that he would encounter such an unexpected event. Now, even he is infected with the Black Death and was killed by the soldiers in his hometown.
The villagers treated him equally, and when he was in a state of weakness, he was stabbed by the church and eventually thrown into a pile of corpses and burned to death.
Naturally, with a strong body, he has survived until now. He lay at the bottom of countless corpses, endured the torment of high heat and stench, escaped the fire, and survived with a lingering breath.
When it was all over, he crawled out of the corpse and finally took a breath, but he was exhausted.
It seemed that death was still inevitable. Even if the flames failed to kill him, even if the stab in the abdomen failed to kill him on the spot, the Black Death was still raging in his body, slowly taking away his vitality.
But this was enough. He didn't struggle until the last moment just to survive. He climbed out of the pile of corpses just to take another look at the blue sky before dying.
The falcon flies so freely in the sky. If he dies, his soul may reach the sky. Can he soar in the endless blue sky like the falcon?
He slowly closed his eyes and continued to daydream before losing consciousness, because hope was the only thing he had.
However------
"Come back quickly, Sir Geoffrey! It's very dangerous out there!" Someone seemed to be shouting in the distance.
A footstep was approaching. Heavy, clumsy, and rapid footsteps. The sound stopped beside the dying soldier.
"Hey! Hey! Are you still alive?" The voice was as clumsy as his own script, but it was full of sincerity.
"Don't die! Please don't, don't die!"
What is this idiot doing here? Doesn't he know that this is an epidemic area, and even if there are burned corpses, there is a risk of infection if you approach them casually?
The soldier wanted to speak and ask the other party to leave quickly. He didn't want to hurt innocent people. But his throat was so dry and sticky that it was impossible to speak.
"It's so serious...and it's the end of the Black Death...it can't go on like this!" The other party was still talking to himself.
Forget it. The warrior took a breath and didn't want to pay attention to the other party. He just wanted to find a moment of peace before dying, but it's not bad if someone is by his side before dying. A little noisy... that's okay too
I'll put up with it. It's a pity that I got in trouble with this idiot.
"Although this is not a normal way to deal with it, it can only be like this..." the other party said, forcibly opening the soldier's mouth. Although he had no idea what the other party was doing, the soldier was too lazy to pay attention and was on the verge of death.
He didn't even have the strength to struggle.
Then something slowly flowed into his throat. It was the smell of blood, very sticky and fishy. The blood had the smell of iron.
"I can only hope that my blood can form antigens in your body... Sorry, in this case, I can't even prepare decent surgical tools..." the man said.
Antigen...what is it?
The other party moved the soldier aside, smeared something on him, and covered him with something. Then there was the sound of a bottle being placed on the ground.
"This is strong alcohol for disinfection, and a cooling oil mixed with peppermint oil and eucalyptus oil. It can relieve the burns on your body. If you can survive, please be sure to use it to treat it."
Wound. Then------" The other party left some supplies and ran away.
The soldier slowly opened his eyes. In his blurred vision, he could only see a white shadow fading away.
Then it must be an angel.
That is the angel that even the Vatican has not been able to reach for thousands of years, but he is actually wandering in the world.
The big man who appeared in front of Arthur was dressed in fur and wore a straw crown, looking like a savage. However, he was holding a giant steel bow. The steel bow was well-made and unparalleled in power. It was naturally a symbol of the civilized world, so it was impossible for this man to
It's a savage.
When Arthur saw the opponent, he vigilantly pressed his hand on the sword at his waist, ready to kill the opponent with the Seraph Sword at any time. This was not the King of Knights' original wish, but he used the Seraph Sword (light saber mode)
) was seen by the other party. This "magic sword" that transcended the common sense of the times was seen by others, which would bring a lot of trouble to Arthur. The first thing the Knight King thought of was to kill and silence him.
The only blame is that the other party was unlucky and saw something he shouldn't have seen.
But------
"Mr. Aslan?" the other party said suddenly.
Arthur, who originally planned to kill the big man, suddenly froze for half a second. The other person knew him. This moment changed the situation. Arthur didn't want to kill an acquaintance without asking, so he looked at the other person one more time.
But no. He couldn't recognize him. There were severe burn marks on the man's face, and he was tanned by the wild life in the forest. His skin was the color of roasted wheat, and it was difficult to recognize his original appearance.
"It's me, Goff, the former captain of the fifth detachment of the Holy See's Crusaders." Seeing that Arthur couldn't recognize him, the other party had no choice but to say.
"So you are from the church?" After Arthur heard this, he immediately became determined to kill and silence him.
"No. Not anymore." The big man took off his jacket (actually just a piece of processed fur), revealing the logo on his chest.
It was a cross mark engraved with red tattoo paint on the heart. It was a symbol of the soldiers' lifelong loyalty to the Crusaders of the Holy See. However, now, the red cross tattoo on Goff's chest was severely damaged by someone with a knife.
Two sharp cuts were made. The deep cuts formed an X-shaped scar, which left completely opposite marks on the original blood-red cross, as if to deny the existence of the blood-red cross.
This is the sign of a rebel. It is the trace of consciousness left by those who broke away from the Crusaders of the Holy See and vowed to be incompatible with the Holy See for the rest of their lives. It takes great courage to cut these two knives on one's own chest, because once you do so
If you do it, it means that you will be fighting against the Holy See for the rest of your life, and it means that you will be hunted by the Holy See for the rest of your life.
"Apostate." Arthur calmly shook out a familiar but unfamiliar word.
"Yes." Gove replied: "But I have never regretted it. It was not that I betrayed the church, but that the church betrayed me."
He took out a vial from his waist and threw it towards Arthur: "I am not your enemy, Mr. Aslan. I can treat the magic sword you just used as if I have never seen it before. I only hope that you can also treat it as a follower."
You have never seen me. Your hand is injured. Clean it with strong alcohol. It will be bad if it gets infected."
I don't know if "infected" refers to ordinary wound bacterial infection or infection from the Black Death. No matter which one, Arthur is actually not particularly afraid. He has very thin dragon blood in his body and is very resistant to bacteria and viruses.
Unusual.
Despite this, Arthur accepted Goff's kindness, picked up the bottle of spirit and poured it on his arm. Although the distilled spirit was incomparable to real disinfectant alcohol, it still irritated the wound very violently. Arthur
Only then did I realize that the wound on the arm was quite serious. The damn big tiger actually used its claws to make a cut about an inch deep. If stitches were not applied, the wound might get worse.
Arthur clicked his tongue and thought about what to do next. At this moment, Elaine went back to get the remaining bucket.
"Uh, what, what's going on?" Fatty Bai was a little at a loss when he saw Arthur and Goff confronting each other there.
"It's nothing. Don't worry about it." Goff had already put away his steel bow and was completely on alert. Arthur, on the other hand, did not continue to be on alert, but was worried about the wound on his arm.
"Wow, the cut is good, so serious. This scar...is it an old tiger?"
"Yes. At least we have venison and tiger meat to eat tonight." Arthur sighed: "Elaine, do you know how to sew? You should have the tools, right?"
"Um, yes, the sewing is not good, is it okay?"
"It's better than leaving this wound alone." Arthur said, "I was too careless to be attacked by a tiger."
To be able to successfully attack King Arthur was probably the most glorious moment in that tiger's life.
"Who is this?" Elaine looked at Goff with a curious look on his face.
"Don't pay attention to me." Gove said, waving to the two of them at the same time: "The cave I am hiding in is over here. Do you want to barbecue? I have a barbecue grill. Let me lend it to you. It's better than setting up a temporary one.
It’s easier to use.”
"You're welcome then." Arthur said. Barbecue and the like were no longer important. He just wanted to sit down and let Elaine help him sew up the wound on his arm.
The cave where Goff hid is in the deepest part of the jungle. People who don't know the way will go around hundreds of times in the jungle, but never reach their destination. The entrance of the cave is also covered with dense shrubs. People who don't know the way have no idea.
You may know that there is a cave entrance in a place like this. It seems that Goff has made great efforts to hide out in order to escape the pursuit of the church.
The inside of the cave is not as humid as Arthur imagined. Although it is an extremely deep cave, it has been modified by Goff to be very comfortable. It has a complete drainage and ventilation system, and only uses various dehumidification methods to create a deep cave.
Dry living area. Goff's barbecue grill shines brightly here, and the surrounding fires illuminate everything in the cave, while the smoke and dust are drawn away from the side of the cave through a complete ventilation system, waiting for them to reach the outside.
By that time, there was no smoke visible to the naked eye.
"Quite comfortable." Arthur said: "Before joining the Holy See Crusade, were you an engineer by training?"
"Where. My father is, but I'm just a reckless man who can wield a sword." After adjusting the barbecue grill, Goff had already started to help roast the venison: "Is this going to be fully cooked?"
"Half-cooked is enough, just for disinfection. Anyway, it will be made into dried meat later." Arthur said: "Our ship was originally intended to be replenished at the port, but the fishing village in the port was attacked by the Black Death and was completely wiped out, so we had to use
Those of us who are immune to the Black Death come to get water and food."
"The Black Death..." Goff said thoughtfully: "The people in the village are all good people. They protected me as a deserter and exchanged various handicrafts with my prey from time to time.
It's a pity that such a good village was destroyed by the Black Death in the blink of an eye. I had to pile up their bodies and burn them."
"So it was you who did it." Arthur frowned. Not only did Goff burn the bodies of all the patients in the village, he also took care of everything and completely hid the evidence that he had been to the village. It was really watertight.
"I tried every method I could think of to save the villagers, and used all the treatment experience I had gained from a certain doctor. But I still couldn't save anyone. In this era, the Black Death may be real.
There is no treatment." Gove looked a little depressed: "Good people die young. It is such a good village, and the villagers are kind and kind, but the Black Death attacked them without warning. All of this may be the case.
It's God's will."
"It's not God's will. Yes, someone deliberately allowed the epidemic to spread." Elaine said, taking out a bottle from her pocket. There was a strong smell of alcohol remaining on the bottle, and the glass bottle that was tightly sealed by the stopper contained a dead mouse.
.
That was definitely not an ordinary mouse. Its teeth were blood-red, and there was a dark and evil aura vaguely exuding from its body. (To be continued)