Knight and Wand

Chapter 213 Natural Disaster
As we gradually went deeper into the area covered by dark clouds, the light became increasingly darker. Although it was summer, the chilly wind blowing across the earth was biting.

In the fields as gloomy as the night, the withered and dying vegetation was lifeless, and the hazy spiritual light, attracted by the imperceptible sound of the bell, flew away quietly.

The simple and desolate tomb without a tombstone was opened from the inside out and broke out of the ground.

The wandering soul occupying the corpse roared and was about to get up, but was immediately stabbed back into the wooden coffin by a heavy silver spear.

Leon twisted the gun blade and crushed the corpse. He picked up the earth vein spirit lamp that was glowing with green light in his hand and injected subtle magic power to activate the ritual.

The hazy dead souls were sucked into it, taking in the soul of the fifth human being. The netherworld light of the lantern became brighter, which also meant that this magical device had reached its capacity limit.

Leon knew that taking away only five human souls would not help the disaster that was about to befall him.

But even a mosquito leg is still meat. At least there will be five fewer zombies in the world in the future. Just a simple move may save one or two lives.

Looking around with the lantern in hand, in the dark wilderness, Leon could see fireflies besides the occasional ghost.

"What is that?" he humbly asked the young teacher.

".It is the spirits of animals, birds, insects, plants and fungi. Such a powerful soul-summoning ritual is not only harmful to humans, but also to all living things." Laura replied.

So, even the natural cycle will become dead? Leon was shocked, and fortunately Laura protected him from being affected.

He turned to look at Olivia, who was standing beside him, fearing that her extraordinary hearing would increase the effect of the magic sound he had to endure: "We are getting closer, do you feel dizzy?"

The girl shook her head at him: "I won't be stupid and force myself to stay awake. If I have a headache, I will tell you right away."

Leon was immediately relieved about the powerful physique of the Yanyang Guard. Even the powerful beast soul of the griffin could not stand the influence of the soul bell, but the girl was still not afraid of the bell.

Three full days had passed since the adventure to save Shatai City.

The dark clouds that had previously covered the area retreated more than 20 kilometers to the east during this period.

The tide of undead corpses that nearly overwhelmed the town that day showed no signs of returning.

This is certainly not because the Deathclaw eliminated the "corpse wizard" who was suspected to be the manipulator of the undead.

According to Laura, the corpse wizard killed by the griffin was definitely not the real controller of the undead corpse tide, nor was he the culprit who cast the spell to expand this area.

It was just an undead puppet that retained some intelligence and executed orders. It was essentially no different from the zombies that pounced on the city wall.

He was not a powerful spellcaster when he was alive. If it were not for the magic spells and huge soul carried by the Soul Bell, he would not even have enough magic power to control more than a hundred undead.

And the answer Leon got after describing the corpse witch's attire to Ivan also proved this point.

The corpse wizard's identity in his lifetime should be a wizard of a primitive sect in the south. This wild-born southern spellcaster might have been employed by a Kantardar leader who invaded Serian, but now he has been transformed into a high-level corpse ghost in this disaster.
Leon thought of this and looked eastwards towards the dark and deep border.

If the guys who committed atrocities in Rolandar suffered such a fate, it would be retribution.

It's a pity that I can't personally cut those animals into pieces while they are still alive to pay off the blood debt and settle the blood feud for the original owners.

If I go back and tell Lohak and Azerien about this, they will probably be more anxious and worried than me, the soul traveler. Although it is gratifying to see the enemy suffer, it is a pity that I cannot make them pay for their blood with blood myself.

Thinking of the painful memories of the original owner, he could not help but hope that the mercenaries who killed the boy's relatives were lucky enough to escape this disaster.
He sighed and temporarily put aside the thought. He turned his attention back to the present, took out the sheepskin map provided by Ivan, used the light of the lantern to determine the direction, and without delay, quickened his pace towards his destination.

Unable to resist the Soul Bell's tearing of the soul's death claws, it was left outside the underworld waiting early on.

This time, he and Olivia just walked to the small town of Kantadar in the northeast of the map, which had long been shrouded in dark clouds, to explore the situation outside the underworld.

The two of them walked at an extremely fast pace, passing through a land of eternal night that could scare the souls out of ordinary people, both literally and figuratively, and soon arrived at the outskirts of the city of their destination.

The ethereal sound of the soul-calling bell echoed, mixed with countless faint screams and cries, and the dark light rising into the sky turned the town into a ghost town.

Seeing this hellish scene, Leon quickly turned off the spirit lamp and took Olivia to hide in a wooden house on the high ground outside the city.

Pushing aside the bloodstained tables and chairs in the wooden house and coming to the small window, the two looked out at the small town of Kantadal under the dark clouds, filled with ghosts and without any signs of living people.

It can be seen that the towering bell tower in the city has been transformed into a ritual node engraved with magic patterns to support celestial magic.

The vengeful spirits in the sky gathered at the top of the clock tower like a storm, and a large group of corpses were circling around. Under their influence, the magical turbulence was so strong that Leon found that he could feel it clearly from such a distance.

Looking around, he roughly estimated that there were at least several thousand zombies wandering around the outskirts of the town alone.

"Do we have to get closer to that town?" Olivia asked worriedly.

"No, let's go." Leon shook his head.

After taking a look at the real soul-summoning altar from afar, the lady wizard in her heart urged them to evacuate, as if she had figured out the trick.

Leon took Olivia back the same way as quickly as possible.

He knew that no matter what, this trip eastward, he couldn't go deep into Rolandar alone under the dangerous super-scale celestial magic.
Now, it's not a question of whether he can fulfill his promise to Laura. Will this disaster continue to spread? Is there a limit to the spread of this celestial magic?

The natural disaster that is happening is definitely not caused by the Kantardar people. If they had such monstrous ability, they would have unified the Western Continent long ago.

The group of Atias wizards mentioned by Corvis who came all the way to the Western Continent to assist the Kantadar people in their invasion are highly suspicious.

Or maybe they were courting death and summoned the demonic spirits of the fallen Lorelit?

Leon pulled Olivia and ran across the wilderness. Maybe it was due to physical strength or pressure, but even his breathing became heavy.

A small corpse wizard can command tens of thousands of dead souls to sweep across the earth with the corpse cart.
But in the eastward invasion launched by Kantadar, the number of civilians killed and injured in Rolandar alone was more than hundreds of thousands or even hundreds of thousands.
There are tens of thousands of Serrian soldiers who are defending the Holy City to the death, and how many tens of thousands of people are suffering along the entire Serrian border?
How many thousands of Kantardar troops died under the city of Rolandar?
These are just the dead in the war.

The underworld of the dead, isolated from the Dead Sea, has been wreaking havoc on the continent where information exchange is poor, ignoring the world's ignorance, for at least several months.

How many people have been swallowed up silently?
If the two of them hadn't accidentally intervened, Shatai City would have been one of them.

When hundreds of thousands or even millions of undead, accompanied by dark clouds above their heads, rush westward in an overwhelming manner, how many soldiers will be needed to resist them?
In this magical realm, the violent army of zombies needs no supplies, no rest, no training, no prisoners, no morale, and no fear of death or injury. Every time a soul is taken away, whether it is a soldier, a civilian, or even a bird or beast, it may become a new zombie or resentful spirit.

Leon clenched his wand tightly. The more he thought about it, the colder his spine felt. He couldn't help but curse the ruler of Kantadar inwardly. Has he been eating nothing for the past six months?

According to what I learned from Ivan, a few months ago, before Orland moved south from the Nightmare Forest, the disaster might have just begun, but the Kantardar army withdrew from Serian.

Now the eastern border of the Southern Kingdom has become a ghost town. The army that invaded Serian with such great momentum has run back to the territory of King Kantardar?
The border is ruined. Did the army return to the kingdom for a group dinner? Is there anyone who is still in charge of this kingdom?

Taking a deep breath of the cool air from the dark underworld, Leon gradually calmed down from his anger.

At this moment, unless a miracle happens, the ancient King of Magic in the body can be resurrected immediately to full condition and restore the powerful magic power as described in ancient books.

Otherwise, this was not only beyond the scope of what a mortal like him could handle, but it was also not a disaster that any kingdom in the Western Continent could handle alone.
When the two of them saw the edge of the dark clouds several kilometers away in the sky from afar, the Death Claws outside who were anxiously waiting also discovered them.

The griffin flapped its wings, endured the instinctive discomfort, and flew into the area under the dark clouds.

Leon and Olivia quickly climbed onto the saddle and flew away from this underworld.

The sun shone on them again, and the two of them and the Deathclaw relaxed a little.

"Leon, what should we do? Will the disaster here spread to Avalon?" Olivia pulled the other's arm from behind.

The girl was not timid, but the disasters she had witnessed on this trip were beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"Let's pass the message out as soon as possible, find allies, unite more armies, and curb the expansion of this area." Leon turned back and comforted.

All he could think of was to connect all the forces and build a defense line along the edge of the underworld to prevent this realm from continuing to devour the mortal world and allowing the size of the undead to grow exponentially like a snowball.

It's not that he doesn't want to take the initiative to eliminate the disaster, but not everyone has a Dharma King to protect their soul like himself, or a special physique like Olivia.

If the soul-sucking bell sound cannot be resolved, ordinary living people will not even be able to get close to the completed soul-summoning bell.

However, without the help of the army, how could he and Olivia alone eliminate the huge sea of ​​corpses guarding the bell?

Not to mention the powerful high-level undead transformed by the elite warriors, there are also the large monsters that were killed by the Death Claws before.

Even the most ordinary zombies and corpse demons can drain the physical strength of two people with their large numbers.

The zombies would not be afraid. No matter how fiercely Olivia and I killed, we could not scare away the zombie tide like we could defeat the living soldiers.

"If worst comes to worst, we still have Miss Lola. She is a great wizard and will definitely find a way to protect Avalon." Leon thought of his backer and straightened his back a little.

Laura suddenly sighed faintly: "You have confidence in me."

“Of course, with such a big disaster, only you, the powerful teacher Lola, can turn the tide.” Leon smiled in his heart.

"Heh, you're so diligent in calling me 'teacher' at this time. I don't usually see you being so respectful to your teachers."

"I'm used to calling you teacher before I became your apprentice, so how about I change it and call you teacher like this from now on?" Leon asked.

"Forget it, let's just leave it at that. If you keep yelling like that," Laura's voice paused slightly.

She continued, "Let's go back to the Mage Tower. Right now, this 'great magic' with different effects is made up of many unfamiliar undead and spirit magics, and may be combined with spells from the void.

I am in a weak state now, so I can't forcefully dispel it. I need to spend time reversing those spells to find a way to deal with it that can be implemented by people today."

"Okay, I'll first inform the knight from Shatai City of this danger, and then immediately set off back to Avalon." Leon responded.

However, when Deathclaw flew all the way back to the sky above Shatai City, he suddenly discovered that a large number of soldiers had gathered in the courtyard of Ivan's tower fortress below for some unknown reason, as if a riot was taking place.

(End of this chapter)