Duke of Grief

"Master Lord"

The soldiers in the surroundings banged their chests hard, and the shouts of the sky echoed in this mountain forest, which alarmed countless birds and beasts.

Cervantes greeted them, then quickly crossed the wall and followed the rotten smell to the knights.

Several knights also noticed the arrival of Cervantes and saluted sideways backwards, "His Grand Duke."

But at the same time, their eyes have been staring at the center of the field.

The highly decaying monster keeps attacking all around, but every attack will be blocked, this monster that looks like a big dog has even become a training prop for soldiers, so that they can wait The time is not so boring.

After raising his hand in return, Cervantes and the knights turned their eyes to the monster.

Dirty saliva dripped from the corners of the rotting mouth, the rotting smell that filled the air was derived from the monster's saliva and body.

The skin and muscles are highly rotted, and some areas have even turned into yellowish pus. Every time this monster moves, it will cause indelible damage to the ground. To be precise, it should be life.

It seems to contain some kind of germs in its body, but it has not spread out, otherwise the soldiers have to deal with a monster with a plague aura.

Behind the circle of soldiers around the monster there were a few soldiers holding fiery rubber in their hands. They were always ready. Their hands had been firmly gripped by the fiery rubber. Once the abnormality appeared, it would be fiery Throw the glue and burn the monster clean.

The splashed saliva and pus eroded the ground and the shield. The soldiers carefully lifted the shield to face it. Every time the shield slammed, the big dog was blocked.

"This is a demon believer," Cervantes asked in surprise.

"We don't know very well." A knight standing beside him shook his head. "At first, when we reported it, we thought that there were traces of demonic believers in the territory, but after catching up, it turned out to be such a monster, but We did show traces of blood sacrifice there."

Cervantes frowned, a flash of light flashed in his eyes.

In Wind City, he received news that it was said that there were traces of demon believers, so he ran far to the border territory, but he did not expect it to be such a thing.

Because someone in the mountain forest was missing, the family of the missing person told the local garrison the next morning. The soldiers came to investigate, but there was a temporary altar in the mountain forest that was not destroyed.

This temporary altar has traces of it being used, and the pastor of the team confirmed the fact that the missing person has died through the remaining body parts on the scene.

So they preliminarily determined that this thing was done by devils, but when they caught up, it turned out to be a monster without much intelligence.

This is really ridiculous. Could it be that the monster alone could arrange a temporary altar for blood sacrifice?

The body is highly decayed, without much intelligence, and even wondering whether it is a creature or an undead can arrange a temporary altar

"Is that thing a creature or an undead," Cervantes asked the mage behind him sideways.

Although he once encountered a similar monster in the Black Forest, that monster should have escaped from the arcane empire's laboratory, and its body did not show any decay, but only no skin.

The mage brought by Cervantes lifted his eyes, tipped his toes and looked at the monster in the field, his eyes flashed with doubt.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, forgive me, but I don't know what it is," the mage whispered. "Except for the body's decay, I can't detect the slightest breath of death on the monster, but if the body rots At this level, even if the internal organs have shrunk, to be honest, ordinary creatures cannot live, especially since it is not strong enough.

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"

If it is a mortal soldier, it can grow back slowly even if the head is gone, and the monsters of the same level are similar, but this monster can't even beat those soldiers, how can it be a creature of the level

Cervantes breathed out, "killed it"

At a command, the soldiers twisted away the flame glue in their hands and threw decisively at the monsters in the field. They have been waiting for this command for a long time.

After the flame touched the monster's body, it was like throwing a fire into the haystack, and instantly ignited the monster's body.

"Aoao Aoao"

The monster made a terrible howl, and immediately lay down on the ground, constantly rolling, trying to extinguish the flames on his body.

Seeing this scene, Cervantes' pupils shrank and his heart surged.

If they are ordinary beasts, do they have this wisdom?

Cervantes has seen many beasts lit by flames. Their first reaction is to run around, and they will lie down and roll continuously until they can't run.

This monster’s mode of action made Cervantes feel very puzzled, because he also saw just now that this monster does not have much intelligence. When trying to break through, he did not look for weaknesses, but constantly hit the surroundings. It not only consumes the strength of the soldiers but also consumes a lot of own physical strength.

If it really has wisdom, then it should understand that it is a dead end whether it rushes out or stays, so it is better to try to escape.

Whether this monster possesses wisdom Cervantes is unknown.

During the time he was thinking, the violent burning flame turned the monster into a pile of ashes, and even some broken bones were not left, which even puzzled the mage who came with the lord.

Even if it is fiery rubber, you can’t burn the bones out, right?

In his impression, this will happen, without exception, all are undead

The ashes with residual temperature drifted in the wind and flew all over the woods, and the soldiers had surrounded the central area with mounds, otherwise the flames would continue to spread all around. There was a cry.

"Go back," Cervantes said lightly.

Things have been done, and no trace of the demon believers can be traced, then they may still be hiding their identities and trying to continue the blood sacrifice.

This is his territory, civilians are his stuff, and it’s really awkward to touch anything without his permission.

After talking, Cervantes turned around and left, but after a few steps, the others did not follow.

He frowned and looked back, "What's wrong"

The knights and soldiers stayed in place one by one, except for the mage who came with him, everyone was motionless and their faces turned red.

Seeing this, Cervantes frowned deeply.

He knew that the monster should contain certain germs, but as the flame burned, those germs should have been eliminated.

And if it is really the bacteria that caused the soldiers to have this situation, the mage's physique is weaker than them, how come nothing happened

"My Excellency, I feel" a knight clenched his hands and spoke hard, "My blood is breathing"

It sounded like he was enduring something, and Cervantes' eyes were also puzzled.

Bloodline

At this time, he suddenly remembered something about the people of the Principality of the Sad Wind. Except for the original nobles, the blood of other people is different from that of ordinary humans.

But is this not the southeast border of the Principality

Even if something goes wrong in their blood, shouldn’t it be the people who live in the north have the problem first?

Whether it is magic element or the concentration and spread of magic power is impossible, so it’s the monster’s problem.

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