Quadruple split.

Chapter 328 Justice (I)

Fair City is over...

This was the only feeling that the little wolf had when he witnessed a guard who was struggling to resist the monster suddenly turned around and rushed towards the guarded ones.

Screams and wailing became the main theme of this city, and the situation that was still barely equal to each other collapsed in an instant in front of the monster that had nearly doubled in size out of thin air. Despair came so abruptly that most of the victims Didn't know what happened until the last second before losing consciousness.

In fact, even those who are still alive don't know what's going on. They run away blindly, cry blindly, struggle blindly, and pray blindly to those 'people' who no longer know themselves to calm down. Blindly fell in a pool of dark red blood, convulsed and died.

Only a small number of 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 a middle-level mage is deeply loved by people. His sharp soothing voice blessed by amplified magic really lifted the spirits of many people, and dozens of thorn stone walls that rose from the ground really Stopped many mutants, and finally summoned a dense sandstone thorns to protect the civilians behind him when the magic power was about to be exhausted, but he was dragged away by the monsters from the already dimmed magic circle Go out and die without a whole body.

The clergy of the major churches are also fighting hard. The templars are fighting for time with their long swords, steel shields, and their own flesh and blood. The dwindling divine power protects the living.

There are also many strong-willed people, who rely on the nearest favorable terrain to fight monsters to the death, or rush out of the city with their companions, friends, relatives and even strangers. sit still.

The little wolf did not sit still. After nearly a month of hopeless days, this young man who was already much more mature than his peers became stronger than most adults. He was very aware of fear. Tears can't solve the problem, because the god of death didn't return Aunt Peryl, who was sleeping on the sick bed half a month ago, to everyone. He knows that despair and madness are meaningless, and struggling hysterically will only consume precious physical strength.

So the little wolf made a choice as quickly as possible after the disaster broke out. He first distanced himself from the noisy crowd at the first moment, and then found a small path that few people usually take to run to the west parish of Fair City. Go, that's where the Holy Church's United Chapel is located, and it's also the densest church gathering place in the city. Although the major denominations have taken in many plague-stricken civilians during this period, it should be relatively safe if you compare them horizontally some.

Carefully hiding his figure, trying not to listen to the screams and wailing that filled every inch of Fair City, the little wolf shuttled through the alleys as fast as possible, although in the process In the process, he still encountered two mutants who wandered in from nowhere, but the boy managed to get rid of them by relying on his familiarity with the terrain and his dexterity like a loach, and managed to reach the West Parish ten minutes later. Then he directly plunged into the team of a justice sect, and that's how the previous scene happened.

Faced with the expected 'disgust' from this group of people, Little Wolf shook his head vigorously, with the appearance of 'I'll stay here and not 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 face: "You don't like us, and we don't like you, so hurry up and find a reliable church to follow."

This big man is named Groy Devant, and he is one of the five resident paladins of the Justice Sect in Fair City. His biggest hobby is to take a bunch of dog legs (Templar Knights of the Justice Sect) around various taverns to eat on credit. Overlord Meal, although as a clergyman, it is not easy to default on his debts, he can always pay off the arrears on the monthly payday, but the bosses of those small businesses still don't like him very much. It is also common for a cup to be thrown in the past. Xiao Lang has dealt with him occasionally when he occasionally does odd jobs such as serving dishes, and has a very bad impression of him.

This kind of thing is done by calling brothers to drive out more than a dozen beasts.

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

The little wolf rolled his eyes. He knew that the greatest hobby of this elf who was "in a hurry to get down to business" in his life was peeping at women's bathhouses, and every time he was caught, he would say righteously, "My lord, I'm just doing business by the way." passing by'.

"Is your kid dumb?"

The lizard man pastor who once threw the little wolf back into the city from the city wall angrily patted the teaching scriptures and said angrily, "Get out!"

The boy shook his brown animal ears, shook his head and said, "No, I think it's safer to follow you."

The orc knight was amused by him at the time, and asked with a smile on his 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 bastards?"

"If you talk about yourself, talk about yourself, don't get involved with me." The elf priest rolled his eyes and took two steps back, and lit a ray of red light on the silver mace in his hand: "Stop dawdling!"

The little wolf sighed, and shrugged at Groy with a bitter face: "It's because you are cowards. Although I personally prefer other churches, they will probably fight to the death with those monsters to protect everyone. I... I don't want to die, so I want to follow you guys who won't be burdened even if you put oil on your feet or hide in a cellar or something."

"It's so ugly to ask someone to help you speak! The tone is still so rude!?"

The red scales on the lizard man's face were all 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 throw you to those monsters for extra food?!"

The little wolf shrank his neck bitterly: "You are also believers of gods after all, right? If you don't lend a helping hand when you meet someone who is suffering, it shouldn't be a problem for us to follow you for a while, right? I'll follow, just follow Will it work?"

"Go with the other sects! While they're still around!"

Groy said angrily.

"I trust you (your shamelessness), so please take me!"

It was the first time for the little wolf to talk to the person in front of him with lowered eyebrows, 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 his head and shouted: "Groy!"

The orc paladin was stunned: "Huh?"

"You take the wolf cub back to church."

"Stop joking, I..."

"Other sects have also withdrawn, it's too late to wait for the next batch, do you want him to feed monsters!?"

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

The clergymen of other justice sects around them suddenly burst into laughter.

"Get out, get out~"

"I have nothing to do with you."

"Pfft ha ha ha, you look like an orangutan carrying a wolf cub!"

"See you later, man, uh, or we'll never see each other."

The little wolf stared blankly at this group of nervous paladins, templars, priests, and priests walking past Groy one by one to give him a high-five, and then walked into the distance without looking back. What do you mean?"

"It doesn't mean much."

The last elf priest who gave Groy a high-five shook his head, and then asked the little wolf with a serious face: "Little ghost, if you are very, very lucky to survive this time, would you like to join such a justice that you trust?" sect?"

"What's the condition?"

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

"Oh, no."

The boy answered solemnly.

"It's so honest."

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

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

The latter gave a dry laugh: "We originally planned to go together, but now the plan has changed, boy, don't move around, if you want to survive, just shut up honestly, or I will really throw you out to feed the monsters, believe it or not?"

Little Wolf undoubtedly wanted to survive, otherwise he wouldn't have found the Justice Sect that he usually despises the most, so he immediately shut up graciously.

"Haha, that's right." Groy laughed, and pulled out the broadsword behind him with his backhand. With a kick of both feet, he jumped onto the low wall behind him, and moved away from the place after a few moves. An area that attracted more and more mutants rushed straight in a certain direction.

"Wow, so this thing is really not a decoration..."

The little wolf muttered in surprise. He had never seen the big sword on Groy's back unsheathed before, so he was always curious whether it was genuine or not. It was just the hilt of the sword, so he was so surprised at this moment. On the contrary, Groy's sharp skill did not surprise him at all. This holy knight of justice ran faster than this when he was chased by the tavern owner several times. Not too soon.

Five minutes later, the two appeared in front of the Justice Church 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. Mutant, although the majestic broadsword was drawn out of its sheath, it did not play any role except for the boy to let out a sigh.

"Well, you can pray now, boy."

Groy carelessly pushed open the door of the church, threw the little wolf on his shoulders inside, and then crouched on the steps with his broad sword in his arms, he said with a smile: "Pray that I can survive this catastrophe and get out of here." Escape from this ghost place successfully."

"I thought you guys could take me out of the city." The little wolf got up rubbing his buttocks, went to sit next to the former, and sighed while holding his chin: "Is it really safe to stay here..."

Groy shook his head, and glanced at the young man beside him: "At least here is protected by my lord's divine power. Although this divine power is so thin that it is almost non-existent, at least it is better than rushing towards the city gate without thinking." Much stronger."

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

"Oh, God knows where they've been fooling around."

"fool around!?"

The little wolf's eyes widened in surprise, but before he could continue speaking, a strange grunt sounded suddenly, from the position of his stomach.

Sensing the young man's searching gaze, Groy shook his head angrily: "There is not much food left, I will give it to you when it's time to give it to you, just bear with it, there is water in the prayer room, please fill yourself up. "

"I don't want to drink water."

"Well, actually, I still have two bottles of wine hidden, just in..."

"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. After fleeing cowardly under the protection of the red divine power, the tense nerves in the boy's mind finally relaxed, and then his eyes went black...

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

This was the murmur faintly heard by the little wolf before he fell asleep, but since the speaker was Groy, it must not be a good word. The confused teenager made the above judgment, and then quickly lost consciousness.

……

The little wolf fell asleep until midnight after being physically and mentally exhausted. He was thrown into the prayer room at some point, devoured the two pieces of black bread that were also thrown in at some point, and then ran quickly to the At the entrance of the church, there was no trace of the orc paladin, but 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 you wonder if you were just doing something. A teenager who had a nightmare came 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, Little Wolf looked back subconsciously, and found that the orc paladin who had disappeared before was standing behind him with a smile and a wine bottle in his hand: "Have 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 on the ground, and said with a smile, "It's too wasteful for a brat like you to drink it."

"You just pour the wine on the ground so you don't waste it?"

"Of course~"

Chapter [-]: The End

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