Chapter 513 512 Voted, Voted!
Chapter 513 512. I voted, I voted!
A black shadow came quickly towards Grove in his sight. He subconsciously turned his head. The black shadow brushed against his shoulder and the strong wind caused his hair to dance wildly.
A thumping sound sounded behind him, and he quickly glanced back, then broke out in cold sweat, and his muscles tightened instantly.
It was the half body of a guard in the city lord's territory. His eyes were wide open. Even to his death, he still couldn't believe what he had witnessed. The fine iron sword in his hand was broken by a strange force, and the armor blades on his body were shattered. .
The explosion from the front made Grove turn his head. Directly in the direction of Moulton's front door, dazzling lights shot straight into the sky, like sharp knives cutting through the sky in the dark night, and the invisible light curtain squeezed the surrounding bones. , with the sound of explosions, Grove clearly saw a large number of corpses and spiritual bodies being destroyed by this blow.
"Spiritual bodies are often afraid of light magic."
This is the knowledge that schools and rulers of various regions popularized from top to bottom after the magic wave began.
Perhaps because of his cautious and cautious style of doing things over the years, Grove spent a lot of money to purchase an armor and a long sword with dual attribute enchantments. For this reason, he once carefully asked Solon if he would provide financial support, but the answer His was a cold "no."
Although he didn't know how long the magicians, adventurers and ordinary guards in front could last, the keen sense of smell he had honed by wandering in dangerous areas for many years made Grove feel that the situation was not very good - there were too many corpses.
They came in overwhelming numbers at night, and the four-person-high city wall of Malton City was easily climbed under the human ladder built by the zombie tide. Grove could only describe the scene when they fell into the city on a large scale as "all mud and sand", and The spirits were like wisps of smoke screaming across the rooftops, spreading fear.
The people who woke up from their dreams walked out of the hut in a daze. What they saw were phosphorus fires flickering in the darkness, and the sky was filled with shrill and terrifying screams, and there was chaos for a while.
Grove spread his legs and ran as hard as he could, struggling to find his way back home in the chaotic streets. He subconsciously wanted to burn the letters that had not been cleaned up, as well as the important messages sent for the Solon check over the years. Overview, but after a few seconds of fussing, he froze, angrily slapped himself twice, and cursed, "What are you doing, what are you doing!"
Find out the armor and long sword that he treasures and store in the cellar, accurately control your load, and carry a few magic crystals that will not excessively affect your movement speed. Finally, choose among the many potions that can protect them to the greatest extent. A few bottles of his own life.
Listening to the increasingly chaotic sounds on the street, with screams, wailing, crying, and crazy laughter mixed together, Grove felt as if he was in a place ruled by demons in mythology.
He was about to open the door and leave after carrying his bag. He stopped again. Trembling all over, he followed the voice that kept calling in his head and put the certificate of working for Solon into his bag.
In the face of death, even the weakest person will fight hard for survival. When Grove went out, he saw a thin middle-aged man holding a sledge against a skeleton. However, his strength was so weak. The skeleton's hands bent his arms little by little. Just when his neck was about to be broken, Grove raised his sword and slashed!
The skeleton shattered in response, and the rich magic power condensed into light, mercilessly burning its remains, and the white bones that struggled to piece themselves together on the ground finally turned into a ball of bone powder.
After confirming that the weapon was indeed effective in dealing with the current situation, Grove found the right direction and fled.
The screams behind him followed like a shadow. Grove, who was once a hunter, had never been so agile in his life. He tried his best not to touch the ordinary people who were also running away, while speeding up with all his strength. At this moment, he was only grateful. I didn't listen to the black-hearted magician's advice and bought a pair of enchanted soft-iron boots. Those boots would definitely hurt my feet when I ran, and they were not as useful as leather boots.
All the fleeing people flocked to the west gate of Morton City. The bluestone road that they instinctively passed by was overcrowded. At this time, there was no order at all. In order to get closer to the city lord's residence at the west gate, There were actually strong men who kicked the old man down and let him become the food for the chasing zombies, effectively slowing down their pursuit.
Grove was stunned for a moment, and before the young and powerful man noticed it, a sword cut off one of his foot soles.
"Ah ah ah ah ah! You don't have to die well, you don't have to die well!"
However, Grove had already run far away, and his desperate howling only attracted a wave of corpses that came like a swarm of insects.
Grove followed the footsteps of the fugitives and rushed halfway, a strange feeling rose from his heart.
He suddenly recalled a hunting trip when he was young. When he was checking the bear trap, he was startled for no reason, and then his whole body became cold. He ran away in fear. Even though he had no idea why he was doing this, his body seemed to He took away control of his brain and forced him to carry out this instruction.
Just after his younger self ran a few steps, he suddenly saw a tall monster walking leisurely out of the bushes in the distance.
He saw through the trick of the bear trap, and instead squatted in the bear trap, turning into a hunter and waiting for the arrival of the poor guy who claimed to be a hunter.
"Why...do you feel this way?" Grove's body seemed to recall that moment.
"Could it be that?"
A terrifying thought was born in his mind, and the dazzling fire that suddenly rose in the city lord's mansion at this time confirmed everything.
The magicians in the Morton City Lord's mansion had difficulty dealing with hundreds of spirits, but these extremely agile spirits without bodies kept dodging in the air, making the magic released by the magicians fall short.
As one magician after another retreated timidly, cracks soon appeared in the enemy formation that had been formed.
"They don't intend to let any living people leave this city!"
Grove, who realized this fact, quickly understood the source of his inner fear. He looked up again and looked around. There were clearly a large number of spirits floating in the sky in the distance, and perhaps there were wandering corpses squatting outside.
Taking out the only two scrolls, Grove used one without hesitation, cast a wind magic that could temporarily increase his speed, and rushed to the west city gate.
This place has already fallen, and the guards who are still fighting have already collapsed, and they are just relying on the hostility in their bodies to barely fight.
"Go outside the city gate, they want to annihilate us!"
"They must be afraid that their actions will be known to the surrounding cities and they are on guard. We must escape to warn them!"
Grov wanted to shout this, but he changed his words when the words came to his lips.
"Only by breaking through the city gate can we survive. Defending is really a dead end!"
In the chaotic scene, Grove's loud voice suppressed the surrounding noise. For a moment, the desire to survive made the magicians and guards who were still fighting turn around.
After a beam of light magic repelled a large number of corpses along the way, Grove used his last acceleration scroll.
Everything was just for the surprise. Even the opponent could not have thought that someone would crash into the corpse tide with his flesh before opening an escape passage. Ordinary people would only be torn to pieces by bones and rotten corpses and turned into a portion of food.
However, Grove had enchanted armor. This light and earth dual-attribute enchantment purchased from the magician at a high price gave him the courage to fight head-on.
He saw that the city was bound to be massacred. With the average combat power of Morton City, which might be less than the sixth level, it was completely a pipe dream to deal with such a huge army of undead. The only chance of escaping was to take advantage of the chaotic situation.
Grove took a gamble. He gambled that the equipment he bought with his hard-earned money, which was criticized by other messengers as having a brain disease, would work well. He gambled that the black-hearted magician did not cut his quality!
"Bang!"
Grov's flesh and blood body crashed into the pile of corpses. The armor instantly released a soft white light, gently wrapped him up, and pairs of invisible hands kept the bones and rotten corpses from coming in from all around. He squeezed hard and opened a thin crack in the wall composed of the tide of corpses.
The magicians who were still trying to blast a path saw this magical scene and quickly followed, trying to use Grove to escape together. However, a large number of spirits that fell from the sky hit their bodies, and they felt their thoughts condensed, and their bodies involuntarily slowed down for a moment.
In just a moment, the bones jumped up and grabbed them floating in the air in an incredible way. One by one, the bones climbed up the rocks to form a huge tower of bones. They strangled the magicians one by one in the air.
It was also this moment that gave Grove a glimmer of life. He rushed out of the corpse tide with difficulty, and ran desperately towards the distant valley with the remaining power of the acceleration magic.
The spirits that seemed to be controlled by people left the main battlefield of the magicians one after another. They formed a white mist together and approached Grove at a very fast speed.
At the same time, behind the spirit, there were two members of the Black Corpse Society in black shirts. They used everything they had as if they were chasing a fleeing fly, trying to cover everyone's mouth.
This endurance race of chasing and escaping came to an end at a cliff. The wall of death composed of spirits slapped Grove's body fiercely. His thoughts were almost torn apart and he was unstable and fell into the dense forest below.
The spirits were relentless and, under the control of the Black Corpse Society members who caught up, they all floated towards the dense forest under the cliff.
"Sure enough, he's not dead yet!"
Seeing a black shadow flashing in the distance, the Black Corpse Society became ruthless. They spared no effort to strengthen the spirit. Even at the risk of losing control, they were determined to kill the fleeing insect.
The spirits shuttled through the dense forest and avoided many obstacles, locking the target one step ahead of the Black Corpse Society.
A huge explosion resounded through the dense forest, and the trees caught fire and fell in an instant. In the thick smoke, the spirits that had lost their target hovered in the sky, screaming in confusion.
The Black Corpse Society came hurriedly, and after seeing the broken armor, broken swords, and blood and flesh residues on the ground, they cursed angrily: "Troublesome scum, you didn't let us get the body before you died!"
"Anyway, we have completed the task. Pick up the things and tell them that the siege of Morton City was successfully completed and there are no survivors."
After a whole day and night, near dusk, under a tree not far from the explosion, the soil loosened, and a pair of dirty hands carefully stretched out, and then the head.
He carefully observed the surroundings, and after hearing the birds returning to their nests chirping happily, and without any discordant interruptions, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly pulled his body out of the soil.
Grove, shirtless and looking like a clay figure, was still trembling all over. Everything was too dangerous.
He carried two bottles of potion, one was a flammable and explosive product that an unknown alchemist obtained from a merchant in Broken Gold City, and the other was a magic potion that could hide and breathe under the soil.
Everything was prepared in advance. Grove, who had always thought that one day his identity as a messenger might be exposed, prepared an escape route for himself. He purchased a flesh and blood doll and hid it in the dense forest so that he could escape. Fake your own death and escape if necessary.
He thought that his enemy might be the Dawn Territory or the Theocracy, or even his companions who might be chasing him when he was about to leave Solon one day, but he never expected that he would save his life in such a terrifying situation. .
Thinking carefully about the savings he had gained over the years, he had basically used them to prepare for life-saving matters, and he had basically no savings. In the past, he would always ask himself...is all this effort worth it?
Until now, he suddenly wanted to shout proudly, "It's worth it!"
But in an instant, his pride disappeared instantly.
Grove suddenly found that he had nowhere to go. He had planned to completely ruin it tonight and no longer work for Solon's losers. He was so arrogant and cowardly. Now that he had experienced the baptism of life and death, and his mood suddenly became brighter, he was even more unhappy. Willing to eat grass again.
In his forties, alone and penniless, half his life had passed but he had never had a goal of his own in life. Grove was at a loss...
I escaped, but where are I going and where can I go?
"Join the Theocracy?"
Crossing the snowy mountains now is tantamount to seeking death. Furthermore, the core of entering the Theocracy is to believe in religion, and he is not interested in the God of Glory. He has prayed to the God countless times to save his parents and sisters but received no response. People will not believe in a statue that has not shown real miracles.
No matter how brilliant the doctrine is, it cannot compete with "You have never saved me, why should I believe in you."
Suffering has long washed away Grove's religious piety. He hates those empty words and is only willing to accept the reality.
"Commit yourself to Zeniel and Tanya?"
Returning to Solon's arms? But in Grove's eyes, Solon is Solon. Whether it is Tanya who is now supporting the Awakeners or the domineering Zenil, they are all people bound by that land, and they have rashly defected... Being suspected and jealous, how much of the rest of my life can be wasted by these people?
After Grove finished the process of elimination, an answer was ready to come out, and it made his heart pound.
He remembered the summary of information he took out when escaping, as well as the message from Solon's messenger that he had received...
Although the gluttons in the Dawn Territory are terrifying, their Lord Sigrid seems to be a reasonable person, and based on the information he has, this Lord is always approachable in his daily shopping...
Looking back on everything that happened last night, Grove felt closer and closer to that choice.
Since you have bet so many times, why not... bet again?