Chapter 193 Curse
The young ranger with clear eyes said casually, took off his cloak and hung it aside, and squatted directly beside the stove.
"Leave me some room."
Another person rubbed his hands and squeezed over, almost sticking to the stove.
Seeing that the two men seemed to be really cold, the old man took out some firewood and threw it in, relighting the fire.
The warm stove continuously radiates heat outwards, drying the moisture off your body.
"I'm a little homesick."
"Nothing."
The two young rangers chatted intermittently.
The old man silently wet a new towel with warm water and wiped the pale face of the unconscious child on the bed.
This action was quickly noticed by the two rangers.
The two looked at each other, and at the signal from one of them, the other immediately stood up and looked over there.
A boy in coma, his eyelids twitching, his lips purple, his face pale, and his breathing unclear.
"This is Pete."
The old man took the initiative to break the silence and said, "He was fine yesterday, but he went out and got caught in the rain today. He has been like this since he came back, and he is unconscious."
"Looks like he's sick."
This is certainly a disease.
However, no matter how hard the two tried to recall, they really couldn't figure out what kind of disease it was, and in the end they could only classify it as a vague and broad term: "poisoning."
I didn’t recognize the symptom, but it didn’t matter.
The ranger stood up, felt around his body, and pulled out a bottle of milk.
"Maybe this thing can help him."
"…milk?"
The old man was a little confused.
"Yes, milk, but this milk is special. It is magical milk given to us by the Lord. It can cure all diseases and toxins."
"Magic." The old man muttered the word, and a hope rose in his heart.
The so-called magic, for ordinary people, only exists in legends and stories. It is an illusory and untouchable miracle.
But who in this world doesn’t desire a miracle?
The old man nodded solemnly to the two rangers and chose to believe them.
He could only believe it.
There is nothing we can do. The child’s condition is very bad.
"No matter who it is, please bless Pete and let him wake up..."
The old man muttered as he carefully poured the milk into Pete's mouth.
His hopes were not in vain.
When the last drop of milk was swallowed, it was visibly that Pete's face became much redder and his lips were no longer purple, gradually returning to normal color.
At the same time, his breathing became much calmer and stronger.
"Oh my god, he's really better!"
The old man was so excited that he didn't know where to put his hands for a moment.
"Thank you, thank you..."
"You're welcome, this is what we do."
The ranger was responding when suddenly a dark shadow flashed by. Pete's eyelids, which were about to open, suddenly stopped moving and his face turned pale again.
Everything is back to normal.
The old man's expression froze, and the two rangers also frowned, sensing something unusual.
"The milk is ineffective?"
"This kind of thing... is recorded in the manual compiled by the Lord."
One of them recalled a term he had seen in a book and analyzed, "The milk is not ineffective. Judging from the performance just now, it must have worked, but it was only effective for a moment - this means that the toxin in his body may be a 'beacon' effect. There must be something nearby that is affecting him."
"It's really weird." Another ranger couldn't help shaking his head.
Thunder and lightning split the dark clouds, and a white light flashed across the sky.
"ah--!!!"
Phil, another child who had been watching silently from behind, suddenly burst into a scream. He pointed at the window, trembling and unable to speak.
Boom!
"What is that thing!"
One of the rangers shouted and drew the sword from his waist. The other one quickly looked in the direction he was looking, only to see a huge, dark and terrifying face appear in front of the window.
The face was hanging in the middle of the window, with a cold light emitting from the empty eye sockets. Its skin was green and shriveled, and its protruding jaw showed that it seemed to be just skin and bones.
Then there was a dark shadow under the head, made up of something unknown, which seemed to be its body.
Click.
A twisted giant hand slapped the window frame, and the monster let out a low, stiff laugh. Everyone felt the temperature in the room drop a few degrees, and everyone's heart was shrouded in a layer of gloom.
“Get lost!”
The young man who drew out the sword mustered up the courage to stab at the window frame. The next moment, lightning flashed and the big face immediately disappeared.
"I think I know what this disease is."
Another person grabbed his shoulder and stopped him from rushing out the door.
"Don't you recognize that thing?"
"What?"
"Corpse."
Plop.
His heart skipped a beat, and the young man with the sword calmed down a little.
"Is this the first enemy the lord has ever encountered?"
A fighting spirit surged in my heart.
“It should not be underestimated, but it should not be feared either!”
The two looked at each other and understood what the other meant.
Fight! "Ah——"
The old man behind him finally came to his senses at this time. He tried to stop it, but it was too late.
This is no longer something he can interfere with.
“May good fortune follow you closely.”
The old man was looking at the two figures in the rainy night and muttering to himself, his body still shaking. It was obvious that he had not yet recovered from the shock.
The two young men rushed out without even taking their cloaks, knowing that the rain outside had not stopped.
It’s so reckless, and I don’t know who he learned it from.
Boom!
There was constant thunder.
The gloomy laughter enveloped the entire village, startling one sleeping person after another, but no fire was lit.
In the darkness, no one dared to move.
The piercing noise gradually faded away, and two figures followed closely behind, all the way to a forest south of the village.
"Where did it go!?"
A ranger shouted in the rainy night.
“I didn’t see it!”
another person responded loudly.
call--
Suddenly a shadow passed by the tree trunk. A man with quick eyes and hands quickly drew his bow and shot an arrow in an instant.
Whoosh! The arrow flew through the shadows and lodged itself in the branches of the trees.
"Don't!"
Another person stopped him.
"Ordinary weapons are useless against them."
"That…"
The ranger holding the bow silently put away the arrow he had nocked, and then drew the long sword from his waist like the other man.
There was a barely perceptible faint light flickering on it.
"The Lord bless us."
The two of them whispered to each other.
Roar! Suddenly, a loud noise came from behind, followed by the sound of soil and branches being crushed. The two of them instinctively rolled over and fled to the sides.
Looking back again, I saw that a deep furrow had been plowed on the ground. A skinny shadow several meters tall pulled its twisted hands out of the soil and came up, shaking off the mud.
The two were not given any time to react.
Ding! The enchanted sword collided with the ring on the corpse demon's hand, and the friction sound made people feel teeth ache.
Thankfully, the longsword blessed by the lord can touch the wights.
The ranger who was resisting the attack of the zombies was feeling lucky.
But even so, as the corpse demon crushed him, the young trainee ranger immediately fell into a disadvantage. Seeing that hand was about to press the long sword to chop at his neck, he shouted, "Help me!"
Swoosh——
Another man rushed over with a sword and chopped it hard on the corpse monster. Although he succeeded in forcing the corpse monster back, he only left a shallow scratch on its arm.
"Almost as hard as an iron golem," he commented.
"I'm afraid we're in trouble."
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