Wooden house

This is a frankly confusing attitude.

Even Ronald, who was confused, paused for a moment, sensing something unusual from the other party. It seemed that this was not the first time he had seen this sword - but how could it be possible?

This sword has always been owned by his family. He has never seen or heard of anyone like Orelius before. How did he know about this sword?

But the young man was destined to not answer his question. The nostalgia in his eyes quickly dissipated like mist, and in an instant became indestructible. He was as frivolous as ever, and left after getting the sword. Ronald saw him out, still thinking in his mind: Impossible.

This confusion and involuntary respect lingered in him until the knight absentmindedly passed by a guest room. He suddenly stopped, stepped back and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

A steady male voice came from inside. Ronald pushed the door open and saw Rambo combing the blonde girl's hair. His fingers deftly made patterns and his skills were quite impressive.

The knight showed an indescribable expression on his face: "Are you raising a daughter... Never mind. Who is Mr. Aurelius?"

He sat down and told the other party in detail what had happened before. Although the other party was only a follower now and had no title, as a former classmate, he knew the horror of the brain worm bloodline.

The thoughts of all the brainworm bloodline people are connected. The upper level commands the lower level layer by layer, and finally all the information is gathered in the hands of one of the twelve members of the Noble Association - the most powerful brainworm bloodline person in the human race.

They are the most terrifying commanders on the battlefield, with photographic memories and superior thinking. Although their combat power is low, they have powerful and terrifying insight and can control other bloodlines through telepathy.

As a warrior, he simply handed over the task of interpreting the matter to the other party. After listening to his words, Rambo thought for a moment and replied calmly: "I know."

Ronald waited for a long time but he didn't say anything further. He realized that this guy had no intention of telling him: "Are you just going to cross the river and then destroy the bridge?"

The middle-aged man kept his hands busy and rolled his eyes silently at the person in front of him.

How should I put it? In fact, he was a contemporary of the Glorious Knight that your ancestors followed. Later, he went to guard the World Tree with that Knight. Later, he fell and killed that Knight himself, and escaped to the human world?

To say that he is a bad person, he has not done a single bad thing so far: he helped Ya'an City escape from crisis, not only refused the temptation of the artifact, but also insisted on his original intention to warn the younger generation, worked hard without complaint, and did all things that benefited mankind. But based on the past that he occasionally revealed, he cannot be said to be a simple good person.

A good person would not kill his best friend or brother to gain power, nor would he do so many things and refuse to repent even though his former friends consider him an enemy. The smell of blood lingering on him is so strong that even if he is recognized as a saint by the church, there will still be people who secretly suspect that he is too murderous and has other ulterior motives.

Even Rambo couldn't make a definitive statement, so he could only answer vaguely: "Don't worry, just get along naturally. Although that guy appears to be very vicious, he is not a bad person. Look, your heirloom is still there."

Ronald's attention was immediately diverted: "You really want me to give away my family heirloom on purpose, right?"

"You agreed too."

The knight, who didn't know what key words triggered, was cheered up and his voice suddenly rose: "That's different! You don't know how powerful he is! He can be called a master of knight history..."

Rambo ignored it, just treating it as background music. Ollie glanced at the noisy person with displeasure, and ran out after her braid was done. The middle-aged man looked at her figure and suddenly sighed.

Ronald's voice suddenly stopped. He observed the other person's expression and asked hesitantly, "Why are you sighing?"

Rambo said expressionlessly: "Too many tasks, too much responsibility, and I have to write reports when I get home. I want to take a vacation. I'm tired."

If this matter is really reported, what will happen? Just thinking about it makes me feel overwhelmed. There is a person related to the Brilliant Knights here...

So what about the priest who is currently in Ya'an? Who is he?

…

The dark sky hangs low, and the moon opens its eyes, quietly peeking at the sleeping earth.

Rex didn't get to eat his snack after all. The Scout ran back in disbelief when he found that everyone was using the stove without his knowledge. Because he came back too late, he ran back with the main group in disbelief.

Damn it, what's the point of him coming back? Did he come here just to find out whether everyone except him has a small stove to eat?

Amid Rex's grief, the group left the town in the moonlight and headed towards the cold and deep forest.

Honestly, the greening of this world is pretty good. It may also be because the original mechanical wave was interrupted midway, and the thick smoke of the industrial age did not completely cover the wilderness.

Following the path they had walked on, the group gradually went deeper into the forest at the edge of the wilderness. Ronald handed each person a lantern. The dim light shone through the glass, creating a furry halo of yellow light.

"Don't worry too much. This kind of monster has only one tricky characteristic. As long as the leader is alive, they won't retreat. Every death of one will make the other monsters more bloodthirsty and brutal, and at a certain point, they will go into a collective frenzy."

This characteristic is very scary for social creatures. But on the other hand, everything can be easily solved by killing the leader.

Ricks stepped on the fallen leaves almost silently. After applying special spices on the bodies of several people, the man led his companions to the depths of the forest. They passed by the small house they saw during the day and ran straight to the lush vegetation without stopping. After walking for about ten minutes, the man suddenly stopped and made a warning gesture.

On a huge rock a hundred meters ahead, there was a wolf standing.

If that was really a wolf.

It was about 3 meters long, with black fur that almost blended into the darkness. If it weren't for its dark green pupils glowing in the darkness, you wouldn't have been able to spot this ferocious beast even if you were standing right in front of it.

The rough breathing of the beast was disturbing. The giant wolf raised its ears, always alert to the dangers around it. Rex quietly sneaked into the bushes on the right, and the rustling of branches and leaves attracted its attention. The wolf arched its back, jumped off the boulder, took a step towards the bushes, and bared its sharp fangs.

"roar..."

It smelled a nasty smell, but it was not dangerous. This made the guard wolf hesitate whether to go and investigate. The forest rustled at night, and the tiny buzzing of insects was even more annoying. It shook its tail, but gave up the matter impatiently and lay back on the stone.

It’s so noisy, so noisy.

Are there so many insects at night?

The wolf, who already had a certain degree of intelligence, thought in confusion. He did not notice that his body was gradually becoming "thinner". Many tiny girls, like insects, had already flown onto his body, taking advantage of the cover of the trees on the left. The slender wings of the mosquitoes behind him kept flapping, and they inserted their mouthparts deep into the wolf's body.

Their bellies gradually swelled up, as if they would explode at any moment. The blood made their bodies grow slowly, and the secretions effectively paralyzed the monster's nerves, until its flesh and blood dried up, leaving only a thin layer of skin covering the dry meat and bones. The dark green eyes of the beast were still staring forward, completely unaware that it was already dead.

Ricks poked his head out of the bushes and nodded to the others to lift the warning. The little Orihis flew up one after another, their red skirts appearing and disappearing in the black mist, looking eerily like floating dolls.

It's a dangerous world out there...

Mason sighed from the bottom of his heart. He would rather fight the queen worm again than face an opponent as mysterious and hidden as Orih. In a fight, you can know how you lose, but Orih will make you die without knowing that you are dead.

After walking a few hundred meters further, the group used the same method again and killed three guards. Only then did they discover that there was an open space in the forest.

This place was obviously not formed naturally, and there were obvious signs of man-made things. Through the trees, one could vaguely see giant wolves gathering here, playing and chasing each other. It had obviously become a den.

Mason subconsciously felt something was wrong. Ricks moved over and said, "If we get any closer, we'll be discovered. What should we do?"

Rambo looked around the environment with a deep look in his eyes. "This is not an environment where giant wolves can live. Someone moved them here."

Ronald shook his head. He was wearing a non-reflective black armor today, with a scabbard of the same color, like a moving stone statue.

"I haven't received any reports of strangers in the forest recently... I will investigate later. No matter what, they must be killed. Otherwise, the density of the black fog will gradually increase."

"Don't worry."

The think tank shook his head to indicate that since he said so, everyone discussed for a while and decided on the plan of attacking. The red-haired young man responded indifferently, and his attention did not seem to be here.

"What's the matter, Oreius?"

Mason came back to his senses and gave the questioner a reassuring smile.

"I just wonder who moved them here."

"Don't worry, our target tonight is just these guys in front of us. I will take the lead."

Ronald stood up with a bang. It was hard to imagine that the huge war armor could be so agile. A knight never hides behind his companions. The long sword was unsheathed, and the translucent blade was stained with the heavy breath of the earth. He stepped forward, like a peak blocking the front of the wolf pack, and a deep and deep roar came out from his chest.

"——In the name of the Knight! I will always protect my companions and fight for justice!"

The outer shell of the armor quickly took on the color of rock. The smell of herbs that the wolves hated was no match for the shouts of humans. It was like putting a drop of cold water in a hot oil pan. The giant wolf in the center of the pack growled, and the exploding black color was like an ocean, rushing straight towards where the knight was!

The leading wolf rushed towards Ronald's throat! The sword made a loud humming sound and easily pierced its body. As blood spurted, another wolf broke through the blood curtain, and its claws that were sharp enough to pierce through trees hit him hard, leaving only a shallow white mark.

But the reef was hard, but it couldn't withstand the strong wind and waves. Ronald was a little careless and was almost bitten on the wrist by a strong female wolf. At the critical moment, countless red lines lit up in the sky - inorganic light flashed in the eyes of the Orihe people, connecting with Rambo in the distance.

They flew lightly to the wolf and sucked her dry in an instant. They were like a small army of fairies, and wherever they went, there was the sound of bloodsucking.

“I enjoyed the meal so much~”

The girl smiled and raised her voice in a strange tone. New clones flew out from under her puffed skirt, surrounding Ronald as the center, forming a meat grinder-like meat grinder.

Occasionally, you can see a figure sneaking across the battlefield, holding a dagger, stabbing the wolf everywhere when it is not paying attention, and then running away. The victim died in anger, and was covered by the red goblins.

Seeing his fellow kin being killed or injured, the angry Giant Ghost Wolf King raised his head and let out a long howl. The giant wolves beside him began to glow red in their eyes and became bigger, stronger, and more agile!

These wolves were the elite of the tribe, and they followed the wolf king to charge at the attackers. The 100-meter distance passed in an instant, and the wolves rushed forward like a huge army charging head-on, unstoppable.

But before this fierce black wave, a man stood there at some point.

He was a very handsome young man. He came silently, and under the cover of other people, his appearance was like a ghost.

Blood dripped down the injured wrist, and the overflowing radiance covered the heavy sword. Facing the earth-shaking posture, the sword blade was raised lazily and stabbed at the wolf king.

The dark golden pupils glowed with blood, and the murderous aura was chilling. This sword strike was so casual, but the ears of the wolves rang with tragic howls.

Countless monsters were torn apart by this sword. The faint sound of the dead queen insect's soul was heard, and the despair conveyed in it quickly spread, eliminating the high fighting spirit without a trace.

The wolf king was already halfway through the run and couldn't stop. His heart skipped a beat and he watched the sword pierce him. The sword was extremely beautiful, with about a quarter of it wrapped in thorns. The contrast between the white and the bright red was as vivid as bone and flesh, and it was so strange that it was bewitching.

The wolf king's thoughts paused, and he felt a murderous intent rising up. He roared uncontrollably, and his body suddenly split in two the next second. The blade dropped a string of tiny blood beads, and his consciousness vaguely realized that he was being absorbed by the long sword and became the thorns' food. The human body was shrouded in scarlet blood, and the distortion lurking in it opened its eyes and revealed a happy and unrestrained smile.

...Ahh...You will die, you will definitely die!

Sooner or later, you will be killed by the thing you killed!

The dark green animal's pupils flew up, and the headless wolf's corpse fell to the ground. The young man swung his sword back, and the sharp sword light strangled the nearby wolves. In his heart, he felt that something bad was happening, but that was all.

Is there something wrong with the original body, or has someone noticed the vest? He hasn't done anything outrageous recently.

Mason put aside his confusion for the time being and worked with the others to clean up the remaining wolves. Except for Ronald who was injured to some extent, everyone else was fine. Especially a certain opportunistic man, who was so smooth that he was not hurt at all while slithering around in the wolf pack.

In stark contrast, there was Rambo gagging beside him. Overly excited, Orihir circled around him, and then was pushed away without emotion, with his head held down.

"Stay away from me... Ugh... Is there anything else on your mind besides blood and desserts...!"

“But they are all delicious~~”

Rambo's face twisted when he heard this, and he held onto the tree and started to vomit again.

Ollie is truly a peculiar being.

Mason shook his head sympathetically and turned to bandage the knight's wound. The latter took off his helmet and thanked him gratefully. The remaining monster corpses could not be handled at the moment, and they would wait for someone to go and take them away the next day. The group rested for a while, and decided to go back after recovering their strength.

Leaving the clearing filled with the strong smell of blood, the surroundings gradually became quiet. Not long after, the few people saw the familiar wooden hut.

They quickened their pace, passing the dilapidated hut. After walking for a while, at the end of the path shrouded in the dark mist of the forest, they saw a familiar wooden hut.

Everyone paused for a moment, then continued forward without noticing what was happening.

The third time, the fourth time, the fifth time...

In the silent forest, only the sound of a few people's footsteps could be heard. After passing by the cabin for the umpteenth time, the red-haired young man finally stopped. He sighed imperceptibly and cast his eyes towards the cabin.

As if in response to the sight, a flickering light suddenly appeared in the closed window of the wooden house.