Chapter 338 Who can help us?

"How can you say it's useless?"

"My potions are all of high quality, they will definitely be useful!"

Old Franklin was a little angry when he heard this.

These potions were all carefully made by him. If they were placed in his Three-Eyed Raven potion shop, the cheapest one would cost 5 silver coins per bottle.

And the effects are very practical.

Injuries are inevitable in battle. Even if there are glow priests to provide treatment, his treatment can't be unlimited, right?

The number of times the magic can be used is also a very valuable resource.

If the injury is not particularly serious, potions will be a better option for emergency use.

Gail scratched his head.

He didn't know how to explain this problem to his grandfather.

Injuries, pain relief, etc., glow magic can solve the problem.

The simplest [Secondary Healing] magic is now similar to [Illumination] magic, and almost all the believers who seek knowledge can use it.

Anyway, it only takes 15 life points to exchange and learn.

And the difficulty of mastering magic and magic for professionals is much easier than those casting magic, harvest magic and the like.

After learning, as long as the mental power is not exhausted, you can use it as many times as you want.

There is no such trouble as "casting resources" at all.

Old Baron Franklin's thinking is still stuck in the combat mode of traditional professionals. He can't imagine how the believers of knowledge seekers fight.

"In fact, the great God of Knowledge, His power is so strong that we can use more divine arts, so this kind of potion with weak healing effect is basically useless."

Gale reminded as tactfully as possible.

"It's the flaming potion," Gale pointed to the red potion brought by old Baron Franklin: "Because its effect is quite unique, it is still in demand."

Baron Franklin understood.

This group of heretics is more powerful than he thought.

No wonder his grandson went to Green Harbor and quietly became a heretic god without any fear, and now he dares to openly and openly expose his identity as a heretic.

It turns out that the power of this god is strong enough!

The believers can cast magic and use the divine arts of radiance.

If someone says that he is the biological father of the God of Radiance and the Goddess of Magic, old Franklin would believe it!

Old Baron Franklin couldn't help but start to doubt the correctness of the cult of radiance.

...

Outside Baron Franklin's manor.

Because a group of monsters that surrounded them were cleared out earlier, the density of monsters nearby decreased in a short period of time, and the environment became slightly safer.

The five believers who came to support stared at each other.

They realized a problem.

They said they would rescue the townspeople.

The problem is where to find the townspeople?

Under the threat of the eternal night and the monsters, the other townspeople tried their best to hide in places at this time, and each one was more hidden than the other.

"What should we do?"

"We can't go door to door, right?"

"Hey - I think I have a way!"

A team member thought for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

Then he looked expectantly at the half-baked shield warrior in the team.

The latter instantly felt a chill.

Extremely alert:

"What do you...do?"

The other party described seriously: "We don't actually need to search and rescue them."

"As long as we can prove that we have the strength to protect them from the threat of monsters."

"Willn't they naturally gather here and seek our shelter!"

"Want to prove our strength..."

"...Hehe, can your shield still withstand it?"

The half-baked shield warrior's face darkened instantly.

As expected!

The fate of the shield warrior is to be beaten the most viciously.

No matter what plan the teammates come up with, as long as there is a part of fighting monsters, the shield warrior must be the one who gets beaten.

The difference is just a matter of how many or how few beatings they get!

But he had to admit it.

The teammate's plan made some sense.

Compared to searching slowly from house to house, you have to pay attention to covert actions to avoid attracting the attention of the surrounding monsters.

It's better to make a big news directly after making all kinds of preparations!

...

In the warehouse of a woodcarving shop in Raven Town.

Old Mark felt cold and hungry.

His wife was in a worse condition. She was running a high fever and was already somewhat unconscious. She kept mumbling indistinguishable words.

When the eternal night fell on Ceylon Territory.

Old Mark had just left his woodcarving shop not long ago.

He planned to ask someone to help him go to the Glowing Church outside Ceylon City and ask a priest to come.

Because his wife suddenly caught a cold a few days ago, her body soon began to heat up, she was drowsy, and couldn't even stand up, so she could only lie in bed to recuperate.

Fortunately, Old Mark's woodcarving shop had some savings, enough for him to take out dozens of silver coins and ask the priest of the Glowing God Church to come to Raven Town to cast a spell to relieve his wife's illness.

As a result, before they walked far, the sky changed drastically.

Old Mark watched helplessly as the terrifying and creepy monster emerged from the shadows shrouded by the night, and then indiscriminately attacked the townspeople on the road.

Blood, limbs, pieces of meat, bones.

The horrible scene frightened Old Mark so much that his hands and feet went limp, and he almost lost the ability to escape.

It was the thought that his wife needed care that supported Old Mark to crawl back to his woodcarving shop.

He couldn't die.

If he died, his wife, who was lying in bed and unable to move, would definitely not survive without anyone to take care of her.

With such a big thing happening, the rescue of the Glorious God Cult should arrive soon. He should have a chance to be saved as long as he grits his teeth and holds on for a few days, and his wife can also get the help of the priests to heal her.

Old Mark mustered up his courage and rushed back to the woodcarving shop. He immediately closed the door and pushed all the sundries he could move behind the door as a barrier.

Then he picked up his wife lying in the bed, and the two of them hid in the most hidden warehouse together.

Listening to the screams and wails coming from outside from time to time;

And the occasional sound of monsters crawling by.

Old Mark was terrified.

He was not sure if the monsters had discovered this place.

Those monsters that attacked people seemed to be able to climb walls.

Maybe the sundries he blocked the door with could not stop them at all.

Maybe there are monsters wandering around the house now.

In the night sky, it was impossible to calculate the time based on sunrise and sunset, and Old Mark didn't know how long he had been hiding in the warehouse.

He just felt more and more unbearable.

There was no food.

The cheese and bread left over from the previous few days were in the kitchen, but the warehouse was a distance away.

What if he pushed open the door of the warehouse and faced the monster directly?

He didn't dare to light a fire in the warehouse to keep warm.

There was no tool to start the fire, and the fire source would increase the risk of being discovered.

Hungry, thirsty, and cold;

And surrounded by invisible fear all the time.

His wife was getting worse and worse due to lack of food and water, and Old Mark was anxious.

"Anyone can do it, please, someone come to help us!"

"God of Glory! Save us!"

"How long will it take for the Crusaders to come!"