It's time to improve the strength of the infinite world

Chapter 268 Merlin——

"Back! Back!"

"Take the children and go first! Quick! Go!"

"Mom, I'm scared..."

"Annika! No no no! Don't scare me... Don't scare me, look at me again, please..."

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In a daze.

Suddenly woke up from a nightmare -

"...!!"

Sevlo almost grabbed the weapon at hand, stood up reflexively, and was about to roar with his eyes wide open.

However, there was no sound of fighting around. Instead, it was quiet, with only the sound of the wind blowing gently across the fields and the crackling of firewood in the ears.

The bonfire was burning in front of me, and the warm light it emitted dispelled the coolness of the night.

The blazing heat radiated onto Sevro's body, making him aware of the current time.

Slowly loosening his grip on the hilt, the Hell Knight relaxed his movements, but his eyes still showed some confusion and unwillingness.

ended.

It's all over.

——Those tragic screams and angry roars seem to still be ringing in my ears...

——The scalding blood and its rich, fishy smell seemed to linger at the tip of his nose...

But that was indeed a few days ago.

They escaped from the woods of Silvanus with great difficulty on that bloody night, and then traveled for several days in a row, hurrying and hurrying...

Only when he felt that he had gained a great distance, at least out of the sphere of influence of the Church of the Supreme True God, did he dare to stop for a moment.

Everyone had a really good rest tonight. Many people could no longer hold on and fell into a deep sleep.

The same went for Seflo. He didn't know how long he hadn't closed his eyes. After he relaxed, he lost consciousness.

Until I suddenly woke up, I realized that I didn't know when I fell asleep.

"..."

"..."

In the quiet night breeze, Sevlo slowly sat down.

He was breathing heavily, but slowly loosened his grip on the hilt of the sword. Although the noise was not very loud, it was not small either.

But everything around was still quiet, no one was awakened by this, everyone was sleeping very soundly.

This also shows that everyone is really exhausted...

It was not easy to escape for their lives. The tieflings not only had to sleep in the open air, but also lived in fear and anxiety. They hardly dared to take a good rest...

In addition, they had fought hard during the previous breakout, and were either injured or exhausted. All these made their tense nerves immediately overwhelmed by fatigue once they relaxed.

Looking at his fellow tribesmen sleeping soundly around him, Seflo adjusted his breathing rhythm.

Although there is no invasion now, it means that the surroundings should be really safe, and he and others have indeed escaped the encirclement of the monster army.

However, not having anyone on night watch was a major mistake.

Seflo did not wake everyone up at this time to criticize this, but took on the task of keeping watch on his own.

Although I was still very sleepy, I was feeling unbearable pain and fatigue all over my body.

but--

The Hell Knight felt that he would not be able to fall asleep again in the short term.

"..."

"..."

In the silent night wind, Seflo looked around and found that there were tall torches everywhere in the simple camp. Some of them had gone out, while some were still burning vigorously.

In the light of the bonfire and torches, you can vaguely see the sleeping figures around.

The few sleeping bags we brought were given to the mothers and children...

Most people just lay down on the ground and fell into a deep sleep without caring about anything...

After taking a quick count of the number of tribesmen, Seflo's face became uglier. Although he had known for a long time that it was impossible to bring out all the tieflings, he also saw many tribesmen fall during the breakout battle.

But until now——

He suddenly realized that there were so many familiar faces that he would never see again, and he felt like his heart was bleeding.

Anger, self-blame, hatred...

And so on and so forth. All the negative emotions that should and shouldn’t exist came to my mind at once.

At the same time, he couldn't help but recall the nightmare that he had woken up from before, or in other words, the scenes that had exactly happened a few days ago.

It is also the result of the attack and defense of the woodland.

Even if everyone is united and determined... when faced with an extremely unequal power balance, any resistance is like an ant trying to shake a tree and will be unable to turn the tide.

What are the "echoes of true love" and "the power of regret"? How can they truly withstand the criticism of weapons under the iron hoof of reality?
The harsh reality is that the Druid Grove offensive and defensive battle ultimately failed to alter the predetermined fate. Unlike the plot of a classic, high-octane manga, the protagonists failed to achieve a sudden and decisive comeback and create a miracle.

not to mention--

The forest residents were not able to unite as one and work together...

Under the deliberate instigation of the drow elves, even though most people knew the truth, they could do nothing about it. Under fear and pressure, some people would eventually succumb to their own weakness and pin their hopes on false fantasies...

Especially when the outer defense line was desperately defended by the tieflings and the group of outsiders, there seemed to be more reason to make the right choice.

Tieflings are inherently untrustworthy. Their infernal bloodline leaves its mark not only on their appearance, but also on their character and morals...

Outsiders were even less trustworthy. Although they had seemingly informed everyone of the incoming attack and were helping to guard the woods, the enemy had been drawn there by the relics they carried...

So - how can they be united?
So, naturally, a brief internal conflict broke out.

Although it was quickly suppressed, it made people realize that the situation was hopeless.

After all, under normal circumstances, it would be impossible to hold back the army of the Supreme God outside for too long, and after this civil strife, people's hearts have been dispersed, and there is an atmosphere of suspicion and distrust among each other.

Under such circumstances, even if the forest relies on its geographical advantages, it will not be able to continue to support itself.

In the end, the only option is to break through.

Through the secret passage that only druids know, leave from the river beside the forest, choose a direction that the cultists cannot completely surround and where there are the fewest people...

Finally managed to escape.

However, this is not worth celebrating or rejoicing because they still paid an extremely tragic price.

Seflo was so angry and sad that he couldn't help but clench his fists. At the same time, he subconsciously looked sideways, casting his gaze at the heavy sword next to him.

This was one of the spoils we seized from the cultists during the breakout...

It was after leaving the forest and losing the defensive advantage of the high ground that they were forced to engage in close combat with the enemy...

They were horrified to discover that even the weapons in the hands of the goblins were made of refined gold!
Cuts through iron like mud! Indestructible!
Not to mention a flesh and blood body, even ordinary heavy armor would not be able to withstand a few hits under the armor-piercing ability of the refined gold weapon.

That was why, even though they had chosen the most suitable direction to break out and only had to face the smallest group of cultists, they still did not gain any advantage and were even killed directly.

Both the druids and the tieflings almost collapsed at the first touch.

Sevro knew very well that if the drow had not focused more on the group of outsiders and was more focused on trying to retrieve some relic...

Then, there is probably no way for people like me to escape.

But even so, they still paid an extremely tragic price.

Gritting his teeth, Seflo reached out and slowly picked up the fine gold weapon. The moment he held it, he felt it was extremely heavy.

Although he had also lost all his spells or spell-like abilities, he could still vaguely feel that this weapon had some kind of magical effect.

If its conditions are not met, there is no way to use this adamantium weapon...

It's not that I can't use it, it's that I can't use it freely...

Just like a mage is not suitable to wear armor, because it will affect the success rate of spellcasting. If you don't care, no one will say no to wearing heavy armor...

By the same token, Sevro can also forcibly use this weapon without meeting the conditions, but he will have to accept some kind of incidental punishment.

"If you wish to gain this power, perhaps I can help you..."

A slightly brisk and frivolous voice came.

The Hell Knight was staring blankly at the fine gold sword in his hand, his face changing from gloomy to bright. Under the light of the campfire, his expression kept changing.

Suddenly, such an abrupt sound was heard, coming from a very close distance.

"...!!"

The tiefling, who seemed to have aged a lot, raised his head immediately after hearing the words, and stared at the source of the sound with his bloodshot eyes.

Next to the campfire, an unexpected figure appeared.

He held a staff, wore a gorgeous and complicated white robe, and his messy silver-white hair was casually draped behind him.

"how?"

The other party paid no attention to Sevlo's gaze, but squatted beside the fire, stretched out his hands to warm them, and spoke in a lazy and irrelevant tone.

"Although this doesn't suit my style...but, you do meet my requirements."

"..."

"..."

Seflo took a deep breath and looked around, only to find that his tribesmen seemed to have noticed nothing and were still in a deep sleep.

"you can help me?"

He was fully alert, gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, changed his movements slightly without leaving any trace, and asked in a deep voice.

"Of course, I'm responsible for the enchantments on these weapons, so debugging them is easy..."

The white-haired wizard said with a smile, not caring at all about revealing a big secret.

"Hmm! For a moment, I felt your murderous intent towards me..."

"But it's up to you. I don't care..."

The wizard smiled at the tiefling, unceremoniously preparing to ruin a certain old man's reputation in another world. "I'm Merlin... How about this? Would you consider my proposal?"

(End of this chapter)