Chapter 325 Abnormal Undead
What is the biggest joke in the world? Davis didn't know. He just felt that he was a joke because he killed a vampire but was surrounded by a group of skeletons.
The slow-moving skeletons shouldn't be a threat, but they are armed with loaded crossbows.
If a witch hunter who killed a vampire was shot to death by a skeleton in the next moment, then Davis' name would be passed on by word of mouth throughout the southern states as a negative example.
If the witch hunter had a bad reputation, the Kislevites chatting in the tavern would never miss the opportunity to exaggerate it.
For example, "One-eyed Snake" Davis suddenly fell in love with a skeleton and couldn't bear to kill him, so he died absurdly at the hands of the skeleton.
As for why humans fall in love with skeletons, Kislevites will definitely explain that it is because Davis is an imperial.
No matter how absurd the imperial people are, it's normal.
Davis may not care about his reputation or his life, but he still has the minimum dignity.
If he had died inexplicably while on his reconnaissance trip south, his companions would have investigated the cause and thus gotten this hilarious yet realistic story.
It would be better for him to die at the hands of a vampire.
In a secluded farm cottage, the witch hunter and the farmer Vilov hid behind the gauze curtains, looking at the wandering skeletons outside the window, and an awkward silence spread in the house.
Obviously, they couldn't count on outside help, because Davis was the outside help, and he was thought to be just a vampire.
The retired Winged Hussar, now a farmer, stroked his beard and wisely explained the situation: "The food in the house is enough for us to survive for half a month. The royal city will come to rescue us."
"Are you talking about the ministers of the kingdom who are still arguing over the ownership of the throne, or the army that is already in a state of panic? My friend, you might as well count on Pastor Mor of Ostermark."
"Maybe we can try to eliminate them one by one."
"Then I will give you the crossbow, and you will show me how to defeat them one by one."
Davis handed the crossbow to the farmer without hesitation, but the first local friend he met in this world tactfully declined this good job.
"Come on! You're already a vampire killer, Davis. What are a few dozen skeletons? You're a vampire hunter."
"I still want to find a more dignified way to die. Thank you for your idea, but a vampire killer shouldn't die under a hail of arrows from skeletons. If it were before, I would try this interesting plan, but not now. I'm a vampire hunter."
"This is not the Davis I knew, Ursun! You look like a completely different person. Is there a witch who has cast a spell on you? I guess that witch is the fair lady from Scarlet Wine Street."
As he spoke, Vilov thrust his hips forward, a knowing smile on his face.
Davis didn't have the time to joke with him, so he just retorted with sarcasm.
"You are a Winged Hussar, and there are only 70 or 80 skeletons outside. If you are willing to be the first to go out, then I will definitely be the second."
"That was in the past. I don't have a warhorse or armor now." Are you kidding? Even if I open the window now, I might turn into a hedgehog, let alone go out. It's useless even if the Tsar comes, not to mention that he is just a retired winged cavalryman.
The witch hunter, with only his left eye left, observed the outside world gloomily. Anxiety overflowed from the depths of his heart, and even Vilov could see it.
He was afraid that this fool would really rush out, which would definitely kill him.
But Davis has more urgent matters, and sometimes he has to take risks.
He must go to the Empire to find out why the "Light of Doom" Association suddenly lost contact, and at the same time investigate the unusual movements in Sylvania. The sooner the better, because time is running out.
But the skeletons outside the house seemed a little abnormal. Ordinary skeletons that came back to life were not good at using weapons like crossbows, and their accuracy was chilling.
If Vilov hadn't pulled him back before, he would have been shot and fell to the ground as soon as he walked out of the door.
More importantly, the vampire was already dead, so why didn't these skeletons disappear with the vampire? Did something go wrong with the vampire's dying spell? Or were there other necromancers nearby? The witch hunter walked along the window sill on the second floor and carefully observed the terrain.
The open wheat field was not suitable for dodging arrows, and it was even more impossible for him to kill the skeletons one by one. He only had ten arrows and not enough gunpowder.
Leather armor could not protect him. God knew what kind of necromancy the vampire had used to revive this group of skeleton warriors armed with imperial crossbows.
Davis strongly suspected that they were soldiers from the imperial provinces who died in this land during the "Great Crusade".
Perhaps their crossbows had only been used a few times. If they were dead during the holy war, their crossbows would have been buried in the ground for more than ten years. It was a miracle that they had not completely decayed.
No, this is a magical world where everything is possible.
If gunpowder soaked in water can be used normally, what else can't be done?
A hoarse spell broke Davis's meditation and made his alertness reach its peak in an instant.
He didn't relax until he saw the figure returning from the south.
That was the "Black Sword". Old members like him knew the other party's real name - Ilya, the former captain of the Tsar's guard, and the vampire undercover sent by the organization to the Vampire Queen.
The blood descendant seemed to be using some kind of dismissal spell, but it didn't work.
The continuous sound of crossbows made the two people in the house feel nervous. The blood descendants outside the house dodged most of the arrows one by one with inhuman speed, but were inevitably hit by dozens of arrows.
Fortunately, the undead summoned by vampires never use silver arrows unless they want to murder one of their own kind.
While Ilya was attracting the skeleton's attention, Davis suddenly opened the iron screen and jumped out under the stunned gaze of Vilov.
He used the clothesline to reduce his impact and shot at the nearest skeleton crossbowmen with his musket while falling.
After three consecutive gunshots, the three skeletons fell to the ground one after another.
Before being shot into a hedgehog, Davis fell into a haystack and used the thick hay to narrowly avoid the arrows that the skeleton shot back at him.
One of the arrows grazed Davis' scalp and pierced into the wooden wall behind him. The burning pain made the witch hunter's contempt for death more obvious, and rationality became increasingly scarce.
He loaded his musket with gunpowder, and mixed it with some powders which were given to him by true believers in the gods to help him.
True believers can obtain divine powers, and although Davis is not very pious, he has pious friends.
As long as this disposable item can be used, its source doesn't matter.
He rushed out of the cover, and cooperated with Ilya who was attacking at high speed among the skeleton crossbowmen, chanting the name of Sigmar and judging the undead creatures.
(End of this chapter)
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