Soul Echo

After the aging of thedivine technique, the fatigue returned to Zhong Ye's body.

This time, even high-concentration holy water cannot heal, and can only be recovered by resting—holy water with a purity of more than 70% will affect the spirit if it is drunk by non-clerics.

Fortunately, Zhong Ye also knows the [Breathing Technique], which can speed up the recovery of the body. It only takes a good night's rest to restore the basic combat capability.

But at this time, he still has to discuss with the priests how to deal with that undead Legion.

It may be because of what he did before that the mercenaries unanimously elected him as the representative of the mercenaries.

——But he has only been in this city for a day, and he doesn't know other mercenaries at all.

"...Lords don't have to count on them." The old priest held his forehead and endured the stinging pain in his head, "The city defense army probably has no battle strength, even if there are retired mercenaries among them. Or an adventurer, they can't even have the courage to fight against the undead army. As for the castle's guards, they are all descendants of nobles and merchants, not to mention battle strength."

In the Conference Hall The fragrance of tranquility and reassurance soothed the tiredness of the priest and Zhong Ye. In this room, only the representatives of the citizens were still in good spirits.

However, the Old Mister was frightened all night, and apparently also had some mental weakness.

Alberland has been in peace for a long time, and there are no bandits in the territory. The land for monsters to inhabit is scarce, and most of them are in the wilderness, and there is no need to send troops to eliminate them, so the battle strength of the army has always been very low. .

As long as the lord has a Knight who can fight, the priority will not have such a headache. After confirming from Zhong Ye that the main force of the undead army is going to attack the castle, he is already thinking about how long the castle can last.

"Then are we going to stay here and wait for rescue?" The representative of the city is an old scholar wearing glasses. He was born in a dilapidated noble family. Because of his true noble spirit, his The family was broken, so his father chose to return the domain and title to the monarch after a long weighing, in exchange for a chance to make his child a scholar.

The old scholar, who received an aristocratic education since childhood, was fair and respected in the city.

priest shook the head and sighed: "The church doesn't have that much food..."

There are nearly a thousand people in the church now, not only do they not have enough food, but also place for them to rest.

There is no place to sit, not to mention lying down.

There is only this small Conference Hall in the whole church without who, and the rest of the place, the observation deck, aisles and even the basement are crowded with people, and people's spirits are always tense, the number of clergy It's not enough, it can't be comforted at all.

Alberland has high taxes, and there are few caravans. It is obviously impossible to let other territories know the news in a short time, and to send army support.

The Knight under the lord's command can't defeat the undead army, and asking them for support means letting them die-now it's not a question of whether to ask for their support, but how to keep them from coming.

The old scholar also sighed and looked towards Zhong Ye, "Mr. Zhong... what do you think?"

"Dead game."

Zhong Ye Without opening his eyes, he was concentrating on mobilizing his breath to repair the strain on his body.

"The undead Legion has surrounded the church, and the castle can't support it for long. They can completely slaughter the castle up and down first, and then turn around to deal with us, and we have no means to deal with the undead army, After all, it's impossible for us to leave other people behind."

hearing this, the old scholar held head painfully, "Should we just have to wait to die like this?"

"Perhaps, this is the It's their purpose..." The priest sighed again, rubbed the temple, and soothed the sore blood vessels, "They just want to watch us use up all the supplies here, and then kill each other..."

But at this moment, Zhong Ye opened his eyes, "I have a question: Where did that army of undead come from?"

This question has puzzled him for a long time, and their performance is enough to make him Called 'elite', no matter their miraculous power, their fighting skills alone deserve this title.

Such an army cannot appear out of thin air, not to mention they are still undead.

priest and old scholar both had puzzled looks on their faces, and they were puzzled.

"I have a guess about this."

Zhong Ye pointed to the ground under his feet, "I just heard the legend of this city today. The same thing happened in this city."

The old scholar said in a daze: "They have also experienced the same thing... So, do they think they are here for 'revenge'?"

"Vengeance?" Zhong Ye was puzzled by the word spoken by the old scholar, and the priest looked thoughtful.

"Yes, it's 'revenge'."

The old scholar pushed his glasses, "When I chose to settle in Alberta, I studied the history of this city, four The history of a hundred years ago is an unavoidable point. At that time, it was the most chaotic period in Etrull, with not only internal troubles but also external troubles.

“When the foreign troubles were the most serious, the Persians Drive straight in, capture the upper east province and then capture Constantinople, Etrull almost fell to the country, and at this time, the Persian army was destroyed here, which directly led to the subsequent defeat of the Persians , this is the famous 'Ancient Laurel City Massacre Incident'.

"The leading generals are now untestable, but the belief in Persia at that time was dominated by 'Moon God' - perhaps you don't know, the origin of ghoul is Persia, just in the 'Ancient Laurel City Massacre Incident'. 'several decades ago, the first ghoul appeared in Persia, and then set off a natural disaster in Persia."

"After the 'Ancient Laurel City Massacre', our church organized a The war wiped out the undead in the ancient city of Laurel. At that time, there were Germans, Celts and Etruls in the team. Although the Etruls hated the Persians, others buried that army. Now..." Priest held his forehead, anger flashing in his eyes.

"Then why do they think this is 'revenge'?" Zhong Ye brows tightly frowns, "The ancient laurel city has been slaughtered by them for a long time, is it possible that they still think that the people in the city today are the original The descendants of those undead?"

"No, their 'revenge' is against 'us'..." The priest pointed to his chest and said word by word, "Those undead have long since been captured by the abyss. Infected, they never die, at the moment they die, they are resurrected as undead, but never 'wake up'.

"Because a 'dead' soul can support so A long time, four hundred years, is enough for the 'dead soul' to be wiped out no less than ten times. Only the 'living' soul can survive such a long time.

"That is to say, they have been paying attention to Laurel City and know what has happened in Laurel City for the past four hundred years-knowing that our Moon God Church has been destroying the undead that are constantly recovering, so they resent the original Why didn't your majesty save them!"

Zhong Ye was shocked by the 'hatred' that went around in a big circle, and it was difficult for him to understand why the undead army would be resentful.

Because you feel betrayed by your beliefs?

"Wait a minute!"

Zhong Ye suddenly stood up, stared at the priest, and solemnly asked: "What do you mean when you say they are 'infected by the abyss'?"

"Wait a minute!" p>

priest raised his head blankly, "Is it...infected by the abyss? All undead originate from the blood moon, and the root of the blood moon is that when Moon God fought against the abyss, he suffered trauma and infection. Since they have become undead, they are naturally infected by the abyss."

"No, I mean...what do abyss believers like to do most?" Zhong Ye asked again.

"Open the door to the abyss—" Priest and the old scholar said in unison, then stopped abruptly.

The two of them exclaimed at the same time: "Open the door to the abyss?!"

The exhaustion seemed to be swept away, and the two old men suddenly became refreshed.

Just then, there was a knock on the Conference Hall door.

priest said 'come in' in doubt, the door was suddenly pushed open, a young acolyte walked in in a panic, and said eagerly in a low voice: "Your Excellency, it's not good! The church's array Destroyed!"

priest face instantly changes turned pale, and suddenly raised his hand and pressed his chest, his face grimacing in pain.

"divine force...bless..."