Quadruple split

Fair City is over...

This was Xiaolang's only thought when he witnessed a guard who was struggling to resist the monster suddenly turn around and pounce on the protected people.

Screams and wailings became the main theme of the city. The situation that was still barely fighting suddenly collapsed completely in front of nearly twice as many monsters out of thin air. Despair came so suddenly that most of the victims I didn't know what happened until the last second before I lost consciousness.

In fact, even those who were still alive didn't know what was going on. They fled blindly, cried blindly, struggled blindly, and prayed blindly for those 'people' who no longer knew them to calm down, and finally He fell blindly into a pool of red blood and twitched to death.

Only a few people with strength and high psychological quality remained calm, such as the old city lord Connelly who stood in front of the city hall and urged his guards to leave to defend the civilians while loudly maintaining order. This dwarf old man with the strength of an intermediate mage is deeply loved by people. His sharp soothing voice blessed by amplification magic really lifted the spirits of many people, as did the dozens of thorny stone walls rising from the ground. He stopped many mutants, and finally when his magic power was about to be exhausted, he summoned a dense patch of sand and thorns to protect the civilians behind him, while he was dragged away by the monsters from the dimmed magic gathering circle. Go out, there will be no corpse left.

The clergy of major churches were also fighting hard. The templars used long swords, steel shields and their own flesh and blood to fight for time. Priests and priests sent batches of homeless civilians back to the church, struggling to drive those The dwindling divine power protects the living.

There are also many determined people who either rely on the nearest favorable terrain to fight to the death with monsters, or rush out of the city with difficulty with their companions, friends, relatives or even strangers. Sit back and wait for death.

Little Wolf did not sit still and wait for death. After spending nearly a month without hope, this young man who was already much more mature than his peers has become stronger than most adults. He is very aware of fear. Tears can't solve the problem, because the God of Death did not return Aunt Peryl to everyone who slept on the bed half a month ago. He knows better that despair and madness are meaningless, and hysterical struggle will only consume precious physical energy.

So Xiaolang made a choice as quickly as possible after the disaster broke out. He first distanced himself from the noisy crowd, and then found a path rarely used by people and ran towards the West Parish of Fair City. Go, there is the Holy Union Chapel, and it is also the densest church gathering place in the city. Although the major sects have taken in many civilians infected with the plague during this period, if compared horizontally, it should still be relatively safe. Some.

Carefully hiding his figure and trying not to listen to the screams and howls that filled every inch of Fair City, the little wolf shuttled through the alleys as fast as possible, although in the process He still encountered two mutants wandering from nowhere, but the boy relied on his familiarity with the terrain and his dexterity like a loach to get rid of them, and successfully arrived at the West Parish ten minutes later. Then he plunged directly into the team of a certain Justice Sect, and then the previous scene happened.

Faced with the expected 'disgust' from this group of people, Xiaolang shook his head vigorously, with a look like 'I'm just going to stay here and won't leave'.

"I'll say it again, kid."

The tall orc paladin squatted in front of the little wolf and poked the latter's forehead with a gloomy look: "You don't like us, and we don't like you, so we quickly find a reliable church to follow."

This big guy's name is Groy Divant. He is one of the five resident paladins of the Justice Sect in Fair City. His biggest hobby is to go to various taverns with a bunch of henchmen (the Justice Sect's Templars) and eat on credit. Overlord Dinner, although as a clergyman it is difficult to default on debts, he can always pay off the debt on the payday of every month, but the bosses of small businesses have never been very fond of him. It was not uncommon for a cup to be thrown at him. Xiaolang occasionally had to deal with him when doing odd jobs such as serving dishes, and had a very bad impression of him.

This guy is the one who has to summon his brothers to drive away more than a dozen wild beasts.

"Blast him away quickly, Groy." The awl-faced tree elf priest stamped his feet anxiously, and said in a deep voice: "Now is not the time to play with the kid, we have business to do!"

The little wolf rolled his eyes. He knew that this elf who was "anxious to do business" had a lifelong hobby of peeping into women's bathhouses, and every time he was caught, he would justly say, "My lord, I'm just doing business." Passing by'.

"Is your boy mute?"

The lizardman priest who once threw the wolf cub from the city wall back into the city angrily patted the scripture and said angrily: "Get out of here!"

The young man shook his brown animal ears, shook his head and said, "No, I think it is safer to follow you."

The orc knight was very happy with him at that time, and asked with a funny face: "Wolf boy, don't you usually look down on our Justice Church the most? Why do you think it's safe to follow us cowards?"

"You can speak for yourself, and don't involve me." The elf priest rolled his eyes and took two steps back. He lit up a ray of red light on the silver hammer in his hand: "Stop dilly-dallying!"

Xiaolang sighed and shrugged at Groy with a bitter look on his face: "It's because you are cowards. Although I personally do prefer other churches, they will probably fight to the death against those monsters to protect everyone. I...I don’t want to die, so I want to follow you who won’t be burdened even if you apply oil on the soles of your feet or secretly find a cellar to hide in.”

"It's so ugly to ask for help! And your tone is so arrogant!?"

The red scales on the lizard man's face turned white with anger. He pointed at the young man in front of him in embarrassment and said angrily: "Aren't you afraid that my brothers will just throw you to those monsters for extra food?!"

Xiao Lang shrank his neck with a bitter look on his face: "You are also believers of gods after all, right? Even if you don't lend a helping hand to someone who is in trouble, it shouldn't be a problem if you let us follow you, right? I'll just follow, just follow. Will it work?"

"Go with the other sects! While they still have people around!"

Groy said angrily.

"I believe in your shamelessness, so please take me with you!"

It was the first time that Xiaolang spoke to the person in front of him with such a downcast expression, his body trembling with fear. No matter how smart and mature he was, he was still only a sixteen-year-old child.

At this moment, the elf priest suddenly turned around and shouted: "Groi!"

The orc paladin was stunned: "Huh?"

"You take the wolf cub back to the church."

"Stop joking, I..."

"Other sects have also retreated. It's too late to wait for the next batch. Do you want him to feed the monsters!?"

"Damn it." Groy gritted his teeth, lifted the little wolf up from the ground and put it on his shoulders, then shook his middle finger at the elf priest: "I'll settle the score with you later!"

The other priests of the Justice Sect around suddenly laughed.

"Get out of here, get out of here~"

"I have no debt to settle with you."

"Hahahaha, you look like an orangutan carrying the wolf cub!"

"See you later, buddy, uh, or maybe we won't see you."

Little Wolf stared blankly at this group of nervous paladins, templars, priests, and priests walking past Groy one by one, high-fiving him, and then walking away without looking back, and couldn't help but ask: "What's this?" What does it mean?"

"It doesn't make much sense."

The last elf priest who high-fived Groy shook his head, and then asked Xiaolang with a serious face: "Little devil, if you are very, very, very lucky to survive this time, are you willing to join the justice that you trust so much?" sect?"

"What's the condition?"

"It's not a condition, it's just a simple question."

"Oh, I don't want to."

The boy answered seriously.

"So damn honest."

The elf rolled his eyes, lit up the silver hammer in his hand again, took a deep look at his fellow paladin and left quickly.

"Where are they going?" Little Wolf struggled awkwardly on Groy's shoulder, frowning and asked, "Aren't you going together?"

The latter laughed dryly: "We originally planned to leave together, but now the plan has changed. Boy, don't move around. If you want to survive, just keep your mouth shut. Otherwise, I will really throw you out to feed the monsters. Believe it or not?"

Xiaolang undoubtedly wanted to survive, otherwise he would not have found the Justice Sect, which he usually despised, so he immediately shut up.

"Haha, that's right." Groy laughed, pulled out the broad-edged sword behind him with his backhand, kicked his feet violently, and jumped onto the low wall behind him. After a few moves, he moved away from this place. The film attracted more and more mutants to the area, rushing straight in a certain direction.

"Wow, it turns out this thing is really not a decoration..."

Xiaolang muttered in surprise. He had never seen the big sword on Groy's back unsheathed before, so he had always been curious about whether this thing was genuine and whether there was actually only one thing in the scabbard. It was just a sword hilt, so he was so surprised at this moment. On the contrary, Groy's keen skills did not surprise him at all. This just paladin had run faster than this when he was chased by the tavern owner several times. It's fast.

Five minutes later, the two appeared in front of the Church of Justice a few blocks away. The orc paladin showed extraordinary acumen and intuition in the process, leading the little wolf to perfectly avoid all the obstacles along the way. Although the mutant's majestic-looking broad sword was unsheathed, it had no effect other than making the boy sigh.

"Okay, you can pray now, kid."

Groy opened the door of the church carelessly, threw the little wolf on his shoulder, and then squatted on the steps holding his broad sword. He chuckled: "I pray that I can survive this catastrophe and survive." Successfully escape from this hellish place."

"I thought you could take me out of the city." Xiaolang rubbed his butt and climbed up, walked to sit next to the former, held his chin and sighed: "Is it really safe to stay here..."

Groy shook his head and glanced at the young man beside him: "At least there is the protection of my Lord's divine power here. Although this divine power is so thin that it is almost nonexistent, it is at least better than rushing towards the city gate mindlessly. Much stronger.”

"Where are the other people in the church?" Xiaolang curled his lips and continued to ask: "I remember that although your Justice Sect has not many clergy, there should be dozens of them, right?"

"Oh, they're fooling around in God knows where."

"fool around!?"

The little wolf's eyes widened in surprise, but before he could continue, a strange gurgling sound suddenly sounded from his belly.

Feeling the young man's probing eyes, Groy shook his head angrily: "There isn't much food left, so I will give it to you when it's time. Just bear with it for now. There is water in the prayer room, so be sure to fill it up." "

"I don't want to drink water."

"Okay, actually I also hid two bottles of wine, just..."

"Please allow me to refuse."

…

The time of hunger and cold was slow and unbearable, and the mental torture caused by fear, hesitation, and shouting (crossed out) made the little wolf even more exhausted. I don’t know how long it took, but I saw several mutants in the dark place of the Church of Justice. After cowardly escaping under the protection of the red divine power, the tight nerves in the young man's mind finally relaxed, and then his vision went dark...

"Have you really reached your limit? This annoying brat is really..."

This was the muttering that the little wolf heard vaguely before he fell asleep, but because the person who spoke was Groy, it must not be a good word. The confused boy made the above judgment, and then quickly lost consciousness.

…

The little wolf was so exhausted that he slept until midnight. He was thrown into the prayer room at an unknown time, and he wolfed down the two pieces of black bread that were also thrown in at an unknown time, and then ran quickly. At the door of the church, no trace of the orc paladin was found. However, the monsters on the street were much denser than before, and some of them were stained with large amounts of blood. This scene almost instantly made people question whether they were just doing this. The boy who had a nightmare was brought back to reality.

After enjoying a moment of peace, the reality in front of me is cruel and outrageous...

"Hey, good evening, little wolf cub, are you crying?"

Rough laughter sounded from behind, and the little wolf subconsciously looked back and found that the orc paladin, who had been missing before, was standing behind him with a smile and a wine bottle in his hand: "Want some?"

The young man who was secretly relieved naturally refused without hesitation.

"That's right." Groy nodded, poured the rest of the wine in the bottle onto the ground, and said with a smile, "It's such a waste to drink for a brat like you."

"You just pour the wine on the floor and it won't be wasted?"

"Of course~"

Chapter 325: End