Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 2719, a hundred years of loneliness

About two years ago.

The black smoke slowly rose and the soldiers lay in the pile of dead bodies. He received an urgent report and hurried to his hometown. He never thought that he would encounter such an accident. Nowadays, even he is also suffering from the Black Death. He was treated the same as the villagers in his hometown. He was smashed by the church in a weak state and eventually thrown into the burnt pile to burn.

Naturally, he is strong and lived to the present. Lying at the bottom of countless corpses, I endured the heat and stench of the squalor, escaped the fire, and survived.

When everything was over, he climbed out of the body and finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he was exhausted.

It seems that it is impossible to escape. Even if the flame could not take his life, even if the knife that was licked in the abdomen did not kill him on the spot, the Black Death still raged in him, slowly taking away his vitality.

However, this is enough. He didn't struggle to survive until he was struggling to the last moment. He climbed out of the pile of corpses just to see the blue sky before he died.

The falcon is flying in the air, so free. If he dies, his soul may go straight to the sky. Can he fly like an falcon in the endless blue sky?

He slowly closed his eyes and continued to think before losing consciousness, because hope is his only thing.

however

"Come back, if you are a big man! It is very dangerous!" There seems to be someone yelling in the distance.

A footstep is approaching. Heavy, clumsy, rapid footsteps. The voice stopped beside the dying warrior.

"Hey! Hey! Are you still angry?" The voice was as clumsy as his own script, but it was full of sincerity.

"Don't die! Please don't die!"

What is this idiot doing here? Doesn't he know that it is an infected area, even if it has already burned the body, there is a danger of being infected if you are close to it?

The warrior wants to let the other person leave quickly. He doesn't want to be tired of innocent people. But his throat was dry and stuck together, and it was impossible to speak.

"It's so bad... and it's the end of the black death... It won't work like this!" The other party is still talking to himself.

Forget it. The soldiers took a breath and didn't want to pay attention to each other. Before he died, he just wanted to find a moment of silence, but it was not bad that someone was by his side before he died. It’s a bit noisy... I can bear it. It’s a pity that I’m tired of this stupid.

"Although this is not a normal treatment, but it can only be like this..." The other said, forcibly opened the warrior's mouth. Although he did not know what the other party was doing, the warrior was too lazy to pay attention to it. He did not even have the strength to struggle.

Then there was something that slowly flowed into his throat. It is the smell of blood, very sticky, very embarrassing. There is iron in the blood.

"I can only expect my blood to form an antigen in your body... Sorry, in this case, even the decent surgical tools can't be prepared..." the man said.

What is the antigen...?

The other side carried the warrior to the side, what was painted on him, and what was covered. Then there is the sound of the bottle being placed on the ground.

"This is a spirit for disinfection, and a blend of thin peppermint oil and eucalyptus oil to relieve burns on your body. If you can survive, please use it to treat the wound." After the other party left some supplies, they ran.

The warrior slowly opened his eyes. In his vague vision, only a white shadow can be seen gradually drifting away.

That must be an angel.

That is even the Vatican, which has not been touched for thousands of years, but he is really awkward in the world, angels.

The great man who appeared in front of Arthur was wearing a fur and wearing a straw crown, like a savage. However, he holds a giant steel bow. The steel bow is well-made and powerful. It is naturally a symbol of the civilized world, so this person cannot be a wild man.

When Arthur saw the other side, he put his hand on the sword with his arms in a vigilant manner, ready to slash the opponent with the Holy Angel Sword. This is not the wish of the Cavaliers, but he was seen by the other side when he used the Holy Angel Sword (Light Sword Mode). This "magic sword" that transcends the common sense of the times is witnessed and will cause great trouble for Arthur. The first thing that Cavaliers thought of was killing people.

It’s strange to blame the other party for being unlucky and seeing a scene that should not be seen.

but

"Mr. Yaslan?" The other party suddenly said.

Arthur, who was going to slash the big man, suddenly settled for half a second. The other party knows him. This moment changed the situation. Arthur didn't want to ask if he didn't ask to kill an acquaintance, so he looked at the other side.

auzw.com but not. Can't recognize it. There were serious burn marks on the face of the man. The wild life in the forest also made him tan, and the skin was charcoal-baked with wheat. It was difficult to recognize the original appearance of the other.

"It's me, Goff, the captain of the fifth detachment of the former Holy See Crusade." The other side saw Arthur not recognize it and said.

"So you are a church person?" After Arthur heard it, he immediately reaffirmed the idea of ​​killing people.

"No. No longer." Dahan pulled the shirt (actually just a processed fur) and revealed the sign on his chest.

It was a cross mark inscribed with a red tattoo on the heart, a symbol of the soldiers' loyalty to the Holy Cross crusade. However, today, the red cross tattoo on the chest of Goff, who was slashed with a knife. The deep knife cut formed a zigzag scar, which left a completely opposite imprint on the original blood red cross, as if negating the existence of the blood red cross.

This is the symbol of the renegade. It is the trace of enlightenment left by those who have left the Holy See and vowed to live with the Holy See for the rest of their lives. It takes a lot of courage to cut these two knives on your own chest, because once you do this, it means going to work with the Holy See for a lifetime, meaning that you will be chased by the Holy See for the rest of your life.

"The apostate." Arthur faintly shook out a familiar and unfamiliar vocabulary.

"Yes." Goff replied: "But I have never regretted it. It is not that I betrayed the church, but that the church betrayed me."

He took a vial from his waist and threw it at Arthur: "I am not your enemy, Mr. Aslan. The magic sword you just used, I can see it as never seen, I only hope that you can also act as I haven't seen me. Your hand is hurt. Wash it with spirits. If it is infected, it will be bad."

"Infected" does not know whether it refers to a bacterial infection of an ordinary wound, or an infection of the Black Death. No matter which one, Arthur is not particularly afraid. He has a very thin dragon's blood in his body, and his resistance to bacterial viruses is extraordinary.

Despite this, Arthur accepted Goff's kindness and picked up the bottle of spirits and poured it on his arm. Distilled spirits, although not comparable to real disinfectant alcohol, still irritate the wound, very violent. Arthur discovered at this time that the wound left on his arm was quite serious. The **** big tiger actually grabbed a cut about one inch deep with his claws. If the wound is not stitched, it may deteriorate.

Arthur snorted and wondered what to do next. At this time, Elaine wraps around to take the remaining buckets.

"How is it?" Bai Fatzi saw Arthur and Goff there, and they were a little overwhelmed.

"Nothing. Don't care." Goff had long put away the steel bow and was completely in contact with the alert. Arthur did not continue to guard against this, but was worried about the wound on his arm.

"Wow, the cut is so serious. This scar... is the old tiger?"

"Yes. At least we have venison and tiger meat to eat tonight." Arthur sighed: "Ilan, do you know the needle? You should have tools?"

"Amount, yes. The seam is not good, can you?"

"It’s better than letting this wound go." Arthur said: "I will be attacked by the tiger, and I am too big."

Actually, he was able to successfully attack King Arthur, which is probably the most brilliant moment of the tiger's life.

"This is this again?" Elaine looked at Goff and looked curious.

"Don't care about me," Goff said, waving to both of them at the same time: "The cave where I hide is here. Do you want to eat barbecue? I have a barbecue grill and I will lend it to you. It is better than you." It's better to use some."

"That's welcome," Arthur said. What the barbecue is not important anymore, he just wants to sit down and let Elaine help him sew the wound of his arm.

The cave where Goff hides is in the deepest part of the jungle. People who don’t know the road will circle hundreds of laps in the jungle, but they will never reach their destination. The cave's mouth is also covered with dense shrubs to cover up, and it is impossible for an unsuspecting person to know that there is a cave entrance in this place. It seems that in order to escape the chasing of the church, Goff has made a lot of effort in hiding.

The interior of the cave is not as humid as Arthur’s imagination. Although it is a very deep cave, it has been transformed into a very comfortable Goff, with a perfect drainage and ventilation system, and only used a variety of dehumidification methods in the depths of the cave to open up a Dry living area. Goff’s barbecue grille shines brightly here, and the surrounding fire illuminates the entire cave, while the smoke is pumped away from one side of the cave through a perfect ventilation system. When they reach outside, they are gone. Smoke visible to the naked eye.

"It's quite comfortable." Arthur said: "Before joining the Vatican Crusaders, you should not be an engineer?"

"Where. My father is, but I am just a coward who will dance with a sword." Goff adjusted the barbecue and began to help roast the venison: "Is this to be cooked?"

"Semi-cooked can only be disinfected. Anyway, it will be made into dried meat." Arthur said: "Our ship was originally intended to be replenished at the port, but the fishing village of the port was attacked by the Black Death. We, the people who are immune to the Black Death, come to fetch water to find food."

"Black death?" Goff said thoughtfully: "The people in the village are all good people. They are sheltered from the deserters, and from time to time, they use various handicrafts to exchange with my prey. It’s a pity that such a good village was actually destroyed by the Black Death in a blink of an eye. I had to pile up their bodies and burn them."

"It turned out to be you." Arthur frowned. Goff not only burned the remains of the patients in the village, but also handled everything and completely concealed the evidence he had passed to the village. It’s really dripping.

"I tried to save the villagers with all the methods I could think of, and used the experience I had obtained from a doctor. But I still can't save anyone. In this era, the Black Death may be true. There is no cure." Goff looked a little frustrated: "Good people are dying early. It is such a good village, the villagers are kind and harmonious. The Black Death has attacked them without warning. All this may be It is God's will."

"It's not God. Some people deliberately let the disease spread." Elaine said, taking a bottle from his pocket. There was a strong alcoholic smell on the bottle, and a dead mouse was placed in the glass bottle tightly sealed by the stopper.

It is definitely not an ordinary mouse. Its teeth are blood red, and the body oozes some kind of dark and evil atmosphere.

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