My summons are weird

A black shadow rushed towards Grove in his sight, he subconsciously bowed his head, and the wind that the black shadow brushed against his shoulder made his hair dance wildly.

The sound of heavy blows sounded behind him, and he glanced back quickly, and then sweated coldly, and the muscles all over his body tensed up instantly.

It was the half body of a guard of the city lord's territory, his eyes were wide open, and he still couldn't believe what he saw until he died. The fine iron long sword he held in his hand was broken by strange force, and the armor blades of the armor on his body were shattered. .

The explosion coming from ahead made Grove turn his head, and the dazzling lights in the direction of Moulton's front door shot straight into the sky, opening the sky like a sharp blade in the dark night, and the invisible light curtain squeezed the surrounding bones , with the sound of explosion, Grove clearly saw a large number of corpses and spirits being wiped out by this blow.

"Spiritual bodies are often afraid of light attribute magic."

This is knowledge popularized from top to bottom by the school and the rulers of various regions after the magic wave began.

Perhaps because of his cautious and cautious style of handling things for many years, Grove spent a lot of money to purchase an armor and long sword with dual attribute enchantment. For this reason, he asked Solon carefully if he would give financial support, but replied His was an indifferent "no."

Although I don't know how long the magicians, adventurers and ordinary guards in front can last, Grove feels that the situation is not good-there are too many corpses.

They took advantage of the darkness to come over the mountains and seas. The four-person-high city wall of Morton City was easily overturned under the ladder built by the corpse tide. Grove can only describe the scene when they fell into the city on a large scale as "silt and sand", but Spirits, like wisps of soot, screeched across the roof, spreading fear.

The people who woke up from the dream walked out of the hut in a daze, but what they saw were the phosphorous fires flickering in the darkness, and the shrill and terrifying screams all over the sky, and they were in a mess for a while.

Grove ran with all his might, and struggled through the chaotic streets to return home. He subconsciously wanted to burn the letters that hadn't been cleaned up, as well as the important messages that Solon had sent over the years. Overview, but after a few seconds of panic, he froze, slapped himself twice angrily, and cursed, "What are you doing, what are you doing!"

Find out the armor and long sword that he treasured and stored in the cellar, accurately control his load and carry a few magic crystals that will not excessively affect his movement speed, and finally choose among the many potions that can keep the most A few bottles of my own life.

Listening to the increasingly chaotic sounds on the street, the mixture of screams, wailing, crying, and maniacal laughter, Grove felt as if he was in a place ruled by a demon god in a fairy tale.

He was about to push the door to leave after carrying the bag, but he stopped again. Trembling, he followed the voice that kept calling in his mind, and put the certificate of having worked for Solon into the backpack.

In the face of death, even the weakest person will fight for survival. When Grove went out, he saw a thin middle-aged man holding a sledge against a skeleton, but his strength was so weak, The skeleton's hands bent his arms little by little, and when his neck was about to be broken, Grove raised his long sword and chopped!

The skeleton shattered in response, and the enriched magic power condensed into light, burning its remnant body mercilessly, making the white bones that were trying to piece together on the ground finally turn into a mass of bone dust.

After confirming that the weapon was indeed effective against the current situation, Grove found his way and fled.

The screams behind him followed like a shadow. Grove, who was a hunter, had never had such an agile figure in his life. While trying not to touch the ordinary people who were also fleeing, he tried his best to accelerate. At this moment, he was only lucky I didn't listen to the black-hearted magician's advocacy, and then bought a pair of enchanted soft iron boots. Those things would definitely hurt my feet when running, and they were not as good as leather boots.

All the fleeing crowd flocked to the west gate of Moulton City. This bluestone road that instinctively passed by was overcrowded. There was no order at all at this time. In order to get closer to the mansion of the West Gate, There was actually a strong man who kicked the old man down and let him become the ration of the corpse tide that was chasing him, so as to effectively slow down their pursuit speed.

Grove was stunned for a moment, and at a moment when the young and strong man didn't notice, he cut off one of his feet with a sword.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

However, Grove had already run far away, and his desperate howls only attracted hordes of corpses like swarms of insects.

Grove followed the fugitive's footsteps and rushed halfway, a strange feeling rose from his heart.

He suddenly recalled a hunting trip when he was young. When he checked the traps, he was startled for no reason, and then his whole body became cold. He ran away in fright. It took away the control of the brain and forced him to execute this instruction.

Just after his young self ran a few steps, he suddenly saw a tall monster leisurely pacing out from the bushes in the distance.

He saw through the tricks of the traps, and turned to guard the traps instead, turning himself into a hunter and waiting for the poor wretch who claimed to be a hunter.

"Why...you feel this way?" Grove's body seemed to recall that moment.

"Could it be that?"

A terrifying thought was born in his mind, and the dazzling fire that suddenly rose in the mansion of the castellan confirmed everything.

The magicians in Morton's mansion were struggling to deal with hundreds of spirit bodies. However, these incomparable dexterity without a body kept dodging in the air, making the magic released by the magicians in vain.

As one magician after another retreated timidly, cracks soon appeared in the originally formed enemy formation.

"They have no intention of letting any living people leave the city!"

Grove, who was aware of this fact, quickly understood the source of the fear in his heart. He looked up and looked around again. There were clearly a large number of spirit bodies floating in the sky in the distance, and there might be wandering corpses squatting around.

Taking out the only two scrolls, Grove used one without hesitation, cast wind magic on himself that could temporarily increase his speed, and rushed to the gate of the west city.

This place has already fallen, and the guards who are still fighting have already collapsed, only relying on the hostility in their bodies to barely resist.

"Fight outside the city gate, they want to annihilate us!"

"This plan must be because we are afraid that our behavior will be known to the surrounding city-states. We must take precautions. We must escape to warn!"

Grove wanted to yell like that, but he changed his words when the words came to his lips.

"You can only live if you break through the city gate, and defending is really a dead end!"

In the chaotic scene, Grove's loud voice suppressed the noise around him. For a moment, the desire to survive caused all the magicians and guards who were still fighting to turn around.

After a burst of light magic repulsed a large number of corpses along the way, Grove used his last speed scroll.

Everything was done by surprise, even the other party could not have imagined that someone would crash into the tide of corpses with a body before an escape route was opened. Ordinary people would only be torn to pieces by bones and rotting corpses, and turned into a ration.

However, Grove has enchanted armor, and the light and earth dual-attribute enchantment that he bought from the magician for a lot of money can give him the courage to take it head-on.

He saw that the massacre of the city was inevitable, and it was nothing but a dream to deal with such a huge army of undead with the average level of Moulton City's combat power, which might be less than the sixth level. Only when the situation was chaotic, could there be a chance of escape.

Grove gambled, he bet that he worked hard to save money, and the equipment bought by other couriers complained about his mental illness, and he bet that the black-hearted magician didn't slash himself in terms of quality!

"boom!"

Grove's flesh and blood body collided into the pile of corpses, and the armor instantly released soft white light, wrapping him gently, and a pair of invisible hands kept away the bones and rotting corpses around him, and he just Squeezing so hard opened a thin crack in the wall made up of corpses.

The magicians who were still trying to blow up a road saw this miraculous scene and quickly followed up, trying to use Grove to escape together, but a large number of spirit bodies fell from the sky and hit their bodies, and they only felt As soon as his thoughts were concentrated, his body involuntarily became dull for a moment.

Just for a moment, the white bones jumped up and grabbed them floating in the air in an incredible way. One after another, the white bones followed each other, climbing up the rock, forming a huge bone tower. The magician was strangled to death.

It was also this moment of turning fire that gave Grove a glimmer of life. He rushed out of the tide of corpses with difficulty, and ran desperately towards the distant valley with the remaining power of the acceleration magic.

The spirit bodies that seemed to be manipulated left the magician's main battlefield one after another. Together they formed a white mist and approached Grove at an extremely fast speed.

At the same time, behind the spirit body were two members of the Black Corpse Society in black shirts. They used everything to cover everyone's mouths as if they were chasing the fleeing flies.

This endurance race of you chasing me and fleeing came to an end at a cliff. The wall of death composed of spiritual bodies slapped Grove's body fiercely. His thoughts were almost torn apart. Steady, just fell into the dense forest below.

The spirit bodies refused to let go, and under the control of the members of the Black Corpse Society who were chasing up, they all floated towards the dense forest under the cliff.

"Sure enough, he's not dead yet!"

Seeing a black shadow flashing past in the distance, the black corpse became terrified. They did not hesitate to strengthen the spirit body with magical power, even at the risk of losing control, they were determined to kill the escaping bug.

The spirit body shuttling through the dense forest avoided many obstacles, and locked on the target one step ahead of the Black Corpse Society.

A huge explosion resounded through the dense forest, and the trees burst into flames and fell down in an instant. In the thick smoke, the spirit body that lost its target hovered in the sky, screaming blankly.

The black corpse came in a hurry, and after seeing the shattered armor, the broken long sword, and the remains of flesh and blood on the ground, he cursed bitterly: "Troublesome scum, we will not let us get the corpse when we die. !"

"Anyway, we have completed the task. We picked up the things and told them that the siege of Moulton City was successfully completed and there were no survivors."

For a whole day and night, near dusk, under a tree not far from the explosion, the soil was loose, and a pair of dirty hands cautiously poked out, followed by a head.

He cautiously observed his surroundings, and after hearing the joyful chirping of the returning birds without discordant interruptions, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and pulled his body out of the soil.

Like a clay figurine, the shirtless Grove is still shaking until now, everything is too hanging.

He was carrying two bottles of medicine, one bottle was a flammable and explosive product made by an unknown alchemist obtained from the merchant of Broken Gold City, and the other bottle was a potion that could hide and breathe under the soil.

Everything was prepared in advance. Grove, who had always thought that one day he might be exposed as a messenger, prepared an escape route for himself. He bought a flesh and blood doll for this purpose and hid it in this dense forest so that he could escape. Feign death to escape if necessary.

He thought that his enemy might be the Dawn Territory or the Theocracy, or even the companions who came to him when he was about to leave Solon one day, but he never thought that he would save his life in such a terrifying situation .

Thinking about it carefully, the savings he has gained over the years are basically used to prepare for life-saving matters, and there is basically no savings. He always asks himself in the past... Are all these efforts worth it?

Until now, he suddenly wanted to shout proudly, "It's worth it!"

But in an instant, his arrogance disappeared instantly.

Grove suddenly realized that he had nowhere to go. He had planned to ruin his job tonight and stop working for Solon's scumbags. He was so useless, and now that he had experienced the baptism of life and death, his mood suddenly became brighter. Willing to turn around again.

Over forty years old, alone and penniless, half his life has passed but he has never had a goal of his own in life, Grove is at a loss...

I escaped, but where do I go, and where can I go?

"Join the Theocracy?"

Crossing the Snow Mountain now is tantamount to seeking death. Furthermore, the core of entering the Theocracy is to believe in religion, and he is not interested in the God of Radiance. A person who has prayed countless times to the gods to save his parents and sisters has not received any response No one in the world would believe in a statue that has not performed real miracles.

No matter how glorious the doctrine is, it can't match "You never saved me, why should I believe in you?"

Suffering has long washed away Grove's devotion to religion. He hates those illusory rhetoric, and is only willing to accept the real arrival.

"Join Zenier and Tania?"

Back to Solon's arms again? But in Grove's eyes, Solon is Solon. Whether it is Tania who is now supporting the awakened ones or the domineering Zenir, they are all bound by that land, and they have rashly defected... Suspected and suspected, how much of the rest of my life can be wasted by these people.

After Grove finished the elimination method, an answer was ready to come out, which also made his heart thump.

He remembered the overview of information he took out when he escaped, and the information of the Solon messenger he had received...

Although the gluttonous eaters in the Dawn Territory are terrifying, Lord Sigrid of their family seems to be a reasonable person, and based on the information he has, this Lord Lord is always approachable when buying...

Looking back on everything that happened last night, Grove's heart is getting closer and closer to that choice.

Now that you've gambled so many times, why not... gamble again?