Chapter 193 Curse
The young ranger with clear eyes said casually, took off his cloak, hung it aside, and squatted directly by the stove.
"Save some room for me."
The other man rubbed his hands and squeezed over, almost touching the stove.
Seeing that the two of them seemed to be really cold, the old man took a few pieces of firewood, threw them in, and rekindled the fire.
The warm stove continuously radiates heat outwards, drying out the moisture on your body.
"I feel a little homesick."
"It's worthless."
The two young rangers chatted wordlessly.
The old man silently wetted a new towel with warm water and wiped the pale face of the unconscious child on the bed.
This action was quickly noticed by the two rangers.
The two looked at each other, and at the signal from one of them's eyes, the other immediately stood up and looked over there.
An unconscious boy, his eyelids were still twitching, his lips were purple, his face was pale, and his breathing was indistinct.
"This is Pete."
The old man took the initiative to break the silence and said: "He was fine yesterday. He went out and got caught in the rain today. He has been like this since he came back, unconscious."
"Looks like he's sick."
Of course this is illness.
However, no matter how hard the two of them recalled it, they really couldn't figure out what kind of illness it was. In the end, they could only classify it as a vague and broad term of "poisoning".
I didn’t recognize the symptoms, but it didn’t matter.
The ranger who stood up touched his body and took out a bottle of milk.
"Maybe this thing can help him."
"…milk?"
The old man was a little confused.
"Yes, milk, but this kind of milk is a little special. It is magical milk given to us by the Lord. It can relieve all diseases and toxins."
"Magic." The old man said this word, and a sense of hope rose in his heart.
The so-called magic, for ordinary people, only exists in legends and stories, and is an illusory and untouchable miracle.
But who in this world doesn’t long for miracles?
The old man nodded solemnly to the two rangers, choosing to believe them.
He could only believe it.
There is nothing we can do, the child's condition is very bad.
"Whoever it is, please bless Peter and let him wake up..."
The old man muttered, carefully pouring the milk into Peter's mouth.
His hopes were not in vain.
When the last drop of milk was swallowed, Peter's face became rosier and his lips no longer turned purple, and gradually changed to normal color.
At the same time, his breathing became much calmer and became more powerful.
"Oh my gosh, he's really healed!"
The old man was so excited that he didn't know where to put his hands for a while.
"Thank you, thank you..."
"You're welcome, this is what we should do."
Just as the ranger was responding, a black shadow suddenly flashed past. Peter's eyelids that were about to open suddenly stopped moving, and his face turned pale again.
Everything is back to normal.
! ?
The old man's expression froze, and the two rangers also frowned, sensing something unusual.
"The milk actually expired?"
"This kind of thing...there are some records in the manual compiled by the lord."
One of them recalled a type of noun he saw in the book and analyzed: "The milk has not failed. Judging from the performance just now, it must have worked, but it only took effect for a moment-this shows that the toxin in his body may be' Beacon' effect, there must be something nearby affecting him."
"It's really weird." Another ranger couldn't stop shaking his head.
Thunder and lightning pierced the clouds, and a white light flashed in the sky.
"ah--!!!"
Another child, Phil, who had been watching silently behind him, suddenly burst out screaming. He pointed at the window, trembling and unable to speak.
Boom!
"What is that!"
One of the rangers yelled, and with a snap he drew out the sword from his waist. The other man quickly followed his line of sight and saw a big, dark and terrifying face in front of the window.
The face just hung in the center of the window, with a cold glimmer emitting from the empty eye sockets. Its skin was green and shriveled, and its protruding lower jaw showed that it seemed to have only this skin except for bones.
Then there is a dark shadow made of something unknown under the head, which seems to be its body.
Snap.
A twisted big hand slapped on the window frame, and the monster squeezed out a low and stiff smile from its throat. Everyone felt that the temperature in the room had dropped a bit, and everyone felt a layer of gloom in their hearts.
"Get away!"
The young man who drew his sword mustered up the courage to stab at the window frame. The next moment, lightning flashed and the big face disappeared immediately.
"I think I know what this disease is about."
Another person grabbed his shoulder and stopped him from rushing out the door.
"Don't you recognize that thing?"
"What?"
"The corpse demon."
Plop.
His heart skipped a beat, and the young man holding the sword calmed down a little.
"This is the first enemy the lord has ever encountered?"
A fighting spirit surged into his heart.
"It should not be underestimated, but it should not be feared either!"
The two looked at each other and understood what the other meant.
war!
"well--"
The old man behind him finally came to his senses. He tried to stop him, but it was too late.
This is no longer something he can interfere with.
"May luck follow in your footsteps."
The old man looked at the two figures in the rainy night and murmured to himself. His body was still shaking, and it was obvious that he had not recovered from the shock just now.
These two young men rushed out without even taking their cloaks. You must know that the rain outside has not stopped.
It’s so reckless, I don’t know who I learned it from.
Boom!
There was constant thunder.
The gloomy laughter enveloped the entire village, startling sleeping people one after another, but no fire light came on.
In the darkness, no one dared to move.
The harsh noise gradually moved away, and the two figures followed closely, chasing them all the way to a woods to the south of the village.
"Where did it go!?"
A ranger shouted in the rainy night.
"I didn't see it!"
another shouted back.
call--
Suddenly a shadow passed by the tree trunk. A man with quick eyesight and quick hands quickly set up his bow and shot an arrow in an instant.
Whoosh!
Arrows shot through the shadows and struck the branches of trees.
"Don't!"
Another person stopped.
"Ordinary weapons are useless against them."
"That…"
The ranger holding the bow silently put away the arrows and drew the sword from his waist like the other man.
There was an imperceptible dim light shining on it.
"The Lord protects us."
The two of them whispered in silence.
roar!
Suddenly, a huge noise came from behind, followed by the sound of soil and branches being crushed. The two of them almost instinctively rolled over and fled to both sides.
Looking back, I saw that a deep ravine had been plowed out of the ground. A group of skinny shadows several meters high pulled its twisted palms out of the soil, shaking mud particles and calling out.
The two of them were not given any time to react.
clang!
The enchanted sword collided with the ring on the corpse demon's hand, and the friction sound made one's teeth feel sore.
Thankfully, the lord's blessed sword can touch the wights.
The ranger who resisted the zombie attack was thankful in his heart.
But even so, as the zombies crushed him, the young trainee ranger immediately fell into a disadvantage. Seeing that the hand was about to press the long sword to slash his neck, he shouted: "Help me!"
Swish——
Another man rushed over with a sword and slashed hard at the corpse demon. Although he successfully forced the corpse demon back, it only left a not-so-deep scratch on its arm.
"It's as hard as an iron golem," he commented.
"I'm afraid we're in trouble."
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