The Dean Has Arrived Chapter 730: Death returns

Return time to the Iron Axe Tavern half a day ago.

"Sorry, I don't drink." Saint George rejected the ale that Sevi pushed over, and then asked curiously: "What do you mean by the rumors?"

"It is said that people injured by the plague walking corpse will also be infected and become a member of the walking corpse."

Sevi took the wooden cup back, took a sip, then frowned.

He finally discovered that the age of mythology is inferior to later generations... the brewing technology here is really poor. "Fiction" novel chapters are updated fastest

So he raised his hand and called the bartender: "Bring me a glass of juice and a glass of honey milk."

In later generations, it has long been common knowledge that keneng will be infected by the plague walking corpse. When some militiamen were injured by the walking dead in the cemetery during their mission, whether the opponent was a plague walking dead or not, they would go to the church of Pure White Church and spend a few silver coins to buy a small pot of holy water to clean the wounds. Facts have proved This is very effective in preventing the plague brought by walking corpses.

It's just that the pure white churches of the age of mythology are still not shrinking in any corner. Even if Xiwei really dug them out, do they now have the technology to make holy water?

Leave aside the high-level holy water that requires the blood of the saint. The craftsmanship of low-level holy water is not simple. Otherwise, so many amazing and brilliant alchemists in the age of mythology have long been made, and there will be no change. Cheng Chunbai Church’s specialty...

"..." St. George didn't answer, just sighed.

This guy really knows how to lie, and writes all he wants on his face.

Sevi sighed in her heart.

It would be nice if the old foxes in later generations could also be so simple.

For a while, wait until my juice is delivered. Saint George whispered: "Can we change the subject?"

His voice is full of bitterness, and Siwei can't think of the young man who was so angry that he dared to slay dragons with him six years ago.

"Now is an extraordinary period. If news like'If you get injured, you will become a walking corpse', if it leaks all over the street, it will definitely affect morale, so the headquarters should try to block the news secretly... All the infected people were killed or something."

Sylvie took a sip of her honey and milk, and then nodded in satisfaction: "I think, with your personality, there must be no way to do this kind of thing, right?"

St. George, who was caught in the heart by Sivi, could only continue to remain silent.

In six years, this once passionate boy has gradually grown up. Many times, even if he doesn't agree, he can only compromise with reality.

"This is necessary for the final battle...I understand...but I just can't..."

St. George hugged his head in pain.

"I understand."

Xiwei nodded. Then he patted him on the shoulder: "Would you like to do it with me?"

"What?"

St. George's mind didn't turn around all of a sudden.

"I want to treat those who are infected. Would you like to help?"

Sevi looked at him. Said word by word.

"Really? Do you have a way to treat those people!" The young knight's face showed a very surprised expression.

"There is no way to be 100% sure, so experimentation is needed."

Siwei naturally doesn't speak up, he narrowed his eyes slightly: "So what's your answer?"

"If you can do it, what if I submit my resignation to the Knights immediately!"

St. George knocked on his breastplate. Make a bang sound.

"This is not a resignation. You are also currently hunting down infected people. If we want to help those people. We will inevitably oppose the high-level. You are really willing to abandon the big future and become the thorn in the other side's eyes. Even the most wanted. Committed?"

Sevi said solemnly.

"I'll confirm it first." St. George also raised his face and asked seriously: "You are really trying to treat those people, and you don't have any other ideas, such as fighting for power with the current high-level people, right? "

"I can swear on this point that from now on, I will never do anything harmful to mankind."

Syvey drew a circle on the desktop, and countless inscriptions of the oath appeared faintly inside. He took out a small knife, slashed his finger, and squeezed a few drops of blood into the magic circle. Here, the oath was completed.

"In that case, I can also swear to the glory of the knight."

St. George ignored the surprised expressions of the surrounding guests and raised the fire of notoriety: "Before you betray mankind, I will definitely do my best to help you, become your sword, and fulfill all your dreams!"

The two smiled at each other, and then they gave a high-five and swear.

Dividing line

This is a dark world.

Hyson Ingny Hill stood there, a little confused.

Suddenly he seemed to hear the gurgling water coming from behind him.

Turning around, a rushing river appeared in front of him.

After that, he immediately noticed that his subordinates and partners were on the other side, and seemed to be going there.

"Really, don't leave your leader!" He sighed, lifted his shirt and chin, planned to run across the river, catch up with them, and then reprimand them as usual.

"Don't come here!"

At this time, his eldest brother, his left and right hand as a lieutenant, shouted across the river, "Boss, don't cross the river! You have not yet crossed the river!"

"Don't cross the river, what are you talking about..."

Hyson responded impatiently.

"Boss, think about what happened before!" The figure continued to shout, his voice a little anxious.

What happened before?

Ah, yes. He received a high-level order to eliminate a large number of walking corpses in the territory, but because the number of enemies was much larger than reported, although he was defeated, almost everyone was injured after the war.

As their class teacher returned to the city, a knight group seemed to attack them because they mistakenly recognized them as walking corpses...

Everyone is dead except him.

After that, in order to be able to regain renmen's recognition, he returned to his hometown and started hunting demons everywhere, trying to let the people in the city understand that he hadn't become a zombie...

But, thinking about it now, those demons hunted by him seem a bit strange...

"Boss, you seem to have remembered it." Opposite, his once brother smiled: "Then I should go too."

"Wait, where are you going!" Haisen returned to his senses, trying to chase after him, but was drunk by the opponent.

"Boss, I'm dead. But you are still alive." An open-minded smile appeared on his face: "I hope you can avenge us... Ah, of course not to trouble those knights. If you can If you do, please help me kick the lord of the plague in the ass."

"Philip..."

Hesen bit the corner of his mouth, desperately suppressing his desire to cross the Styx and reunite with his brothers.

With tears in his eyes, he nodded fiercely, and then turned around: "I understand. At that time, I will let you see your boss and my heroic figure underground!"

After speaking, he ran forward headlessly.

Because if he doesn't leave here soon, he's afraid he can't help crying.

The last time I shed tears was a long time ago when my mother was skewered with wooden cones by those **** orcs.

The soul named Philip, who was on the other side of the Styx River, watched Hesen's figure disappearing into the darkness, with a soft smile on his face.

"Boss...No, General, I wish you prosperity, I will be watching you in Valhalla."

Valhalla is a place in the legend of his hometown~IndoMTL.com~ It is said that all the heroic souls of the warriors who died in battle will go there eventually, where they will guard their relatives and friends.

It's not just him, countless figures of the soldiers that Hesen once served have all appeared on the banks of the Styx River, and together with Philip, they saluted the back figure that had disappeared from their sight.

Many times, living is far more painful than dying.

Dividing line

When Hesen opened his eyes, the white magic lamp light stung his eyes.

He feels that his whole body is aching fiercely, but compared to not feeling pain at all before, maybe this is a little more comfortable, because it will feel alive.

After adjusting to the light of the magic lamp, he saw the figure in front of him.

Syvey stretched out his hand to the warrior who had just returned from the death line.

"Welcome back." He smiled and said: "If you can, do you want to join my mercenary group?" (to be continued...)