abnabooks Chapter 91 D of Water Village
Chapter 91 D of Water Village
"I am a warrior from Hucun Village, currently heading east to forge myself!"
Alexander pointed to the eastern sky:
"If you walk forward from here, you'll reach the Galid Fields, which are covered in crimson decay."
"I heard that a grand battle festival will be held in Red Lion City in the south of the plains."
At this point, Brother Hu's voice became excited:
"By the way, the term 'battle festival' only appears in hero stories."
"Doesn't it sound exciting and exhilarating? Hahaha!"
After exchanging a few more perfunctory pleasantries, the magnanimous Alexander bid farewell to Xia Tong and the other man, and strode eastward with heavy steps.
..........
After leaving Alexandria, Xia Tong and Burke continued on to the Ponte Sainte.
There was only one lonely, crazy pumpkin-headed soldier wandering on the bridge.
He kept banging his head against the bridge railing, as if something was making him very agitated and in pain.
He looks so pained.
Xia Tong couldn't bear it any longer, so she took pity on him and tried to end his suffering as a human being, taking three hundred runes and a temple stone with her.
Looking at the scenery below the bridge, Xia Tong couldn't help but ponder.
"I wonder if I'll ever run into that old friend..."
He was really having second thoughts.
Before it got completely dark, Xia Tong spurred the horse slightly, increasing its speed.
After crossing the Bridge of Saints, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, becoming much darker.
On the other side of the bridge lies the sunny city of Nymgford.
Meanwhile, on Xia Tong's side, it seemed that some ominous force was affecting the surrounding climate.
The sky turned gray, and the wind carried an unpleasant damp, musty, and rotten smell.
"Perhaps it's because the submerged Shuihuan Village is not far away."
Xia Tong frowned, feeling somewhat nauseous.
The further east you go in the border region, the more it is filled with things from the underworld.
As we continue to move forward.
Scattered, crooked tombstones began to appear in the grass on both sides of the road, like rows of broken teeth, stuck unevenly in the ground.
"Brother Tong...this place is so eerie..."
The demi-human Burke felt somewhat frightened.
He clung tightly to Toret's neck with one arm, trembling all over.
Xia Tong, riding on another black horse, waved her hand, indicating that he didn't need to worry.
"Don't worry, there's nothing to be afraid of!"
Xia Tong had just finished speaking.
The sound of "click, click" could be heard coming from the surrounding cemetery.
The slap in the face came too quickly.
The sickening sound of bones grinding together echoed from all directions.
One after another, pale, skeletal arms covered with rotting rags burst from the ground.
Clutching rusty scimitars and tattered shields, they staggered out of the ground and surrounded Xia Tong and the others.
There were also some skeleton mages, wielding huge scythes, who unleashed one after another skull burning with blackish-gray flames, hurtling towards Xia Tong and the others.
The sheer number of them made it seem as if the entire cemetery had come to life and stood up.
Burke's eyes widened instantly, his mouth opened and closed repeatedly, too frightened to speak.
He could only hold onto Torrett's neck even tighter, almost suffocating the horse.
"Ring ring—"
Under these circumstances, Xia Tong dared not be overconfident.
He quickly rang the summoning bell, summoning three stray wolves and the headless horseman Ruthel.
Then he took another sip from the Blue Dew Holy Grail Bottle to replenish his mana.
With a determined effort, he summoned Ingwell, the knight he had just acquired from the Lost Land.
"Don't try to fight it out, break out of this cemetery!"
The enemies around us are densely packed, at least dozens of skeleton soldiers. There's no need to fight to the death here.
Breaking through is the most important thing.
Xia Tong rode a black horse at the very front.
The headless knight Ruthel stood beside Torret, shielding and protecting Burke.
"Whoosh—Boom!"
A fierce gust of wind swept across the flat ground, causing the surrounding skeleton soldiers to stagger and fall.
At the eye of the storm was Ingwell, a burly, towering knight from a lost homeland.
He wielded his halberd, each sweep creating a powerful whirlwind.
The surrounding skeleton soldiers were mercilessly harvested by his halberd like withered grass, falling apart instantly.
"ha!"
Then, he let out a low war roar.
The five skeleton soldiers at the very front were cut in half at the waist, their bone fragments flying everywhere.
The fighting style of the lost knight Ingwell is completely different from that of Ruthel.
He had no shield, relying entirely on wide-open, aggressive attacks, using offense as defense, and was incredibly domineering.
that's it.
Ingwell led the way like a bulldozer.
Ruthel stood in the middle, shield in hand.
A lone wolf followed behind, tearing at the skeleton and preventing it from resurrecting.
Soon, like a sharp knife, they broke through the encirclement and slowly left that terrifying cemetery.
The loud noise of Xia Tong and the others fighting attracted the attention of someone in the distance.
He slightly raised his head and looked in Xia Tong's direction.
Xia Tong also saw him.
The man stood like a silent statue beside a small hill, arms crossed.
Against this gloomy and dilapidated backdrop, his armor stood out incongruously, so magnificent that it was impossible to look away.
It was a set of twin armors interwoven with gold and silver.
The armor's design was extremely bizarre, as if two bodies had been forcibly twisted and fused together.
The left half is a cold silver, while the right half is a sacred gold.
Countless exquisite human face reliefs are painfully intertwined on the surface of the armor, as if telling some kind of curse.
Even more bizarrely...
At his feet lay a recently deceased corpse.
The corpse's chest was completely destroyed by some divine power, and countless black, thorny, dead roots were sprouting from the wound before withering away.
"interesting……"
"It's amazing that it can summon so many ashes."
Looking at the ash-covered battle group behind Xia Tong, he couldn't help but gently stroke the chin of the metal mask.
"...Stop."
His voice was deep and hoarse, carrying an undeniable air of authority.
"This is not a place for the living."
D raised his hand and pointed to the ruined village shrouded in mist below—Watercalling Village.
"...Are you one of the faded ones?"
You can call me D.
"I am hunting down those born of death who have defiled the Golden Law, and removing the root of death."
D turned his head and stared at Xia Tong through the gap in the mask:
"...Just a heads up, the death has already spread to the villages ahead."
"The 'ship' is probably there too."
"Don't come near if you don't want to lose your life for nothing."
Demi-human Burke shrank back and looked at the place D was pointing to.
"Brother Tong, what he said seems to make a lot of sense."
"We'd better not get too close. That village ahead seems to be flooded, and it looks eerie."
"What if I insist on getting closer?"
Xia Tong rode on the black horse, looking down at D from above.
His eyes were filled with determination, without the slightest hesitation.
D remained silent for a moment.
"If it were an ordinary faded person, they would most likely die."
"But if it were you..."
D glanced at Ingwell, the lost knight who exuded an aura of power, and then at Xia Tong.
I'm not sure.
D was not angry because of Xia Tong's arrogance; instead, he gave a fair and objective answer based on the facts.
The imposing aura Xia Tong exuded as he fought his way out of the dense encirclement of the cemetery, and the seemingly extraordinary ashes behind him.
D sensed that this faded person was definitely not simple.