our family is gone

You can dodge black guns but you can't dodge bright swords.

Facing Geralt's long sword, the saint had only two choices at this time, either to give up the sorcery that was about to be completed, or to resist stubbornly, betting that he would not be able to cut herself to death.

But she actually has another choice, which is to use her own death to drag everyone to hell.

At this moment, she smiled, and she must have made a decision.

I never thought that the last sacrifice would be myself...

Seeing the weird expression on her face and her non-evasive look, Geralt immediately became alert.

But don't forget that he is a master witcher who has lived for an unknown number of years. Although he doesn't understand her magic, he can also sense the strangeness from her reaction.

At the same time, he caught the key point at that moment, and the blade of the long sword in his hand suddenly changed, from chopping her head to swinging to another key position.

"No!"

With a strange cry from the saintess, her arm that had melted together with the strange staff was cut off by Qi Gen and flew up.

Regardless of the pain of the broken arm, the saint wanted to snatch it back immediately, but Geralt couldn't watch it, so he went up and kicked it away violently.

None of them could feel pain, and for her to react like this, Geralt knew that he had guessed right, and the real key to the sorcery lay in that weird wand.

But before Geralt could heave a sigh of relief, the eyeballs on the staff did not stop, they were still slowly opening, and one could see that the flesh-filled arm shrank into a mummified corpse at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Geralt swung his long sword and wanted to slash at it, but at this moment a trembling breath was released. He felt the threat of death for a long time, and he gave up the attack without any hesitation and turned around and ran wildly.

How fast did Geralt explode in an instant?
That is completely beyond the limits of human beings, and even the naked eye may not be able to keep up with his figure.

But the naked eyes could see that the fallen corpses around the staff instantly turned into mummies as if their vitality had been drained, and the blood-stained ground turned pale.

It directly formed a Jedi with the staff as the center and a radius of ten yards.

Had Geralt reacted a little slower, he might have fallen into it.

But this is just the beginning, after plundering enough power, the eyeballs are fully opened...

"Run!"

Geralt shouted, he could feel that the power behind him didn't weaken, but continued to expand, who knew what would happen, but it was definitely not a good thing.

Those soldiers were also a little dazed when they saw this scene. They were at least fifty yards away from the staff, and they couldn't even see the eyeballs on the staff, and they didn't have supernatural perception. feelings.

Seeing Geralt rushing back, with the line of defense that he had finally regained under his feet, they didn't know what to do.

"Retreat! Hurry up!" Barristan stood up, but he chose to retreat.

Others didn't know about Geralt's strength, but he probably knew a little bit from the lord.

Even if it's not clear, just the gesture of daring to go into the cultists alone to find the caster just now is enough to show its strength.

And now that even such a man had escaped, Barristan dared not gamble.

His recklessness had already cost him enough, and he chose to trust his companion at this time.

The military order was like a mountain, and the soldiers gave up the position they had finally taken without much hesitation and shrank back inward.

On the contrary, those cultists had no command in the first place, and the deacons and saints didn't move, they were like headless chickens.

But at this time, the secret technique was completed, and a powerful force was released to sweep the entire battlefield.

There is no difference between the out-of-control sorcery and the enemy, but the structure of these cultists is different from that of normal people. The sorcery of the same origin as them did not cause them any harm, but it directly plunged them into a rage.

On the other hand, the people on Hamlet's side inexplicably felt a terrifying breath of despair rushing to their brains, swallowing their courage and strength, and their strong emotions almost made them lose control.

"I can't stand it!"

"I don't want to die here!"

"Oh~ I feel like my flesh is melting..."

Under the influence of the sorcery, panic spread among the crowd. You must know that Geralt's warning kept them away from the scope of the sorcery, and they were only marginally affected.

If the distance was not opened in time just now, I am afraid that more people will collapse.

But under the screening of magic, the brilliance of humanity will always burst out.

"I will not surrender to you!"

"We will surely win!"

"My heart is extremely firm, don't try to defeat me!"

Instead of being overwhelmed by fear, some soldiers confronted their fear and burst out with greater strength.

The mind is fragile, but it can also burst out with power beyond imagination.

But those soldiers who had exploded just now resisted more easily. After all, they just faced the pressure brought by the monster's charge, so naturally they wouldn't just shrink back like this.

Barrett on the broken wall also felt the movement, and couldn't help but let out a long breath to ease the restlessness in his heart.

I don't know if it's the adrenaline slump or some other reason, so I feel that my state is not as good as before.

But looking at the violent cultists below, he didn't care so much, so he continued to shoot.

Are raging cultists scary?

It must have been, but the retreat had bought them some time as Barristan regrouped under the influence of the sorcery.

Soon a musketeer team was pulled up, and three rows of musketeers fired directly at the gap.

No matter how many cultists rush in, they will be shot, and even if they don't die, they will fall on the way to charge.

Even if some can rush over, Barrett's precise shots are waiting.

Geralt and Barristan are not dead either.

Gradually the situation of the battle stabilized, only need to numbly shoot - reload - shoot, those cultists fell like wheat crop after crop, until when the soldier raised his gun, he found that there was no enemy in sight .

All that's left is a pile of dead bodies...

At this time, their numb nerves froze for a while before they could react.

"We won? We won!"

"Great!"

"..."

In an instant, cheers resounded through the entire outpost, and everyone swept away the low morale.

They hold, these nightmarish creatures can be knocked down, they can be defeated!
Hamlet's soldiers today prove that armies can win against these monsters, provided they overcome their inner fears.

In this battle, they faced more than one desperate situation that was enough to make people collapse, but someone could always stand up.

They are worthy of the name of Hamlet. Courage and strength will settle in their hearts after this battle, making them more tenacious and bursting out with stronger strength when needed.

But before that they need to bear the tragic consequences of the war.

"Quick, quick! Medic."

"Hold me, he's still alive."

"Be careful, take their heads off to kill them."

The remaining soldiers quickly threw themselves into the rescue, giving first aid to the wounded comrades-in-arms, and trying to find a way to clear up the piles of rubble to rescue the people buried inside.

Part of it is to clean up the battlefield and give those cultists a final blow.

Geralt lifted the long sword and chopped off the head of a cultist, and came to the place where the staff landed again. He could see that the eyeballs on the staff with a withered hand had closed again.

But a certain area around it directly turned into a dead place, as if all the vitality was drained, and the fertile land stained with flesh and blood had already turned into agglomerated sand, which would shatter at the touch of a pinch.

As for the surrounding corpses, they also turned into mummy corpses, but he didn't find the corpse of the spellcaster nearby, nor among those violent cultists. Obviously, he ran away directly taking advantage of the movement just now, which made him a little disturbed.

The most terrifying time for those spellcasters is when they are hiding, let alone such a strong one. Letting her escape this time will only cause more trouble in the future.

But now the army is weak, and even he himself is tired from the repeated battles, and he is really powerless to search and pursue.

It can only be this way……

Looking at the weird staff on the ground, Geralt's face was full of solemnity.

He didn't dare to touch this kind of thing, the method of the cult was very strange, and no one knew what curse or sorcery was on it.

But putting it here is even more dangerous. Geralt can only pick up a black robe and pick up the staff with the arm with his long sword, wrap it up and take it away.

On the other side, Barristan and the others also looked solemn when they faced a mass of charcoal.

"It's still alive..."

"I've used four Molotov cocktails, even a stone should be incinerated."

"This is too..."

Obviously from their words, it can be heard that this thing is the mutated monster. Before it rushed in and started killing, it was turned into a torch by several Molotov cocktails.

No one cares about it as the battle line advances, and when the fighting situation subsides, looking back, the thing has turned into a scorched meat ball half the height of a person, completely invisible.

It seems that even supernatural powers are subject to the laws of physics.

But just now someone poked a spear into it and found that blood was still flowing out, and the flesh and blood were wriggling.

"How to do?"

"Keep burning, I don't believe it can't be burned!"

"Split it and burn it."

Barristan fell silent as he listened to the words of the men.

He knew that the lord had been working with the doctor on how to deal with those cultists, and he heard that some results had been achieved.

I'm afraid this thing can further advance research...

"Find a box to put it in and seal it up, and wait for the lord to make a decision."

When Barristan opened his mouth, the others had no objections, and it was right to carry out the task directly.

Soon, together with the staff, it became two wooden boxes.

Worried that ordinary soldiers would be affected, Barristan specifically asked Geralt and Junia, two supernatural beings, to take care of them.

"We can only stick to it, and hope that the lord can solve the trouble quickly."

Barristan couldn't help looking up at the smoke column that had been burned and dissipated with the wind, and the worry in his heart didn't abate.

And a figure in the wild jungle outside the outpost staggered and fled into it, and at this moment, he finally couldn't hold on and fell to the ground. Who is she if she is not a saint?

It's just that I lost a finger last time, this time I lost an arm directly, and more importantly, that staff is...

Looking back at the outpost, her eyes were full of hatred at this time, and she whispered like gnashing her teeth.

"I will definitely be back!"

After saying that, he stood up and walked into the wilderness, for fear that that guy would lead someone to catch up.

…………

With the continuous development of the wilderness, distribution centers began to appear in key places for material transportation, and several camps evolved.

Compared with working in the town to get money, having places for recreation, and enjoying the warm life of the family, life here is much more difficult.

Every day, manpower is used to turn this piece of land that has been abandoned for many years and has been eroded by nature into arable land.

Also in reclamation, they are not even as good as those farms, at least the farm supplies are sufficient, and they are not so dangerous.

Here, besides working, eating and sleeping every day, they also have to face some places polluted by corruption, and the curses or traps left inside are very dangerous for them.

There are also corrupted monsters hiding inside, or cultists who don't know how to get around the outpost.

Especially in the early stage, many people died during the development, but the news was covered up.

But even so, these people did not resist or make trouble.

Because they were sinners in the first place, they had committed crimes before entering the labor farm for reform. When the farm was burned down, they were transferred here to take charge of the most difficult tasks.

Not to mention that although it is not very good here, at least you can eat enough and have some meat. As long as you work, you can eat enough. This one condition is enough to show the benevolence of the lord.

There will be no unreasonable beatings, scolding and bullying, and even good performance can reduce the sentence. Some people have already reduced their sentence through meritorious deeds.

And I heard that at the end of this month, the lord will pardon some outstanding...

Similarly, there are also some soldiers stationed here. Their barracks are in a corner of the camp. They are not usually responsible for managing the camp, and they will not intervene without reason, because the camp itself has a corresponding management system, and they will only act when it is important.

Even the task given to them by the lord is not to protect the safety of those people, but to maintain order and suppress all rebellions.

This shows that unlike other farms, Lance doesn't care at all, and has even been wary of these people.

Because this is the northern wilderness, it is one step further away from the influence of the ancestors, and one step further away from Lance's control.

To be honest, no matter how outrageous things happen here, Lance will not be surprised, because this is Hamlet.

So what's needed here is not ridiculous kindness, but a punch.

A punch that can kill those demons and goblins!

The camp here has a curfew at night, and there are only managers patrolling it with torches.

They are not the sheriffs who only need to be in charge of security in the town, they are equivalent to prison guards here, and they are to manage the serfs.

Most of these managers were promoted from among the prisoners because of their outstanding performance. They had experienced it themselves, and they had clear rules, and they only needed to follow the rules.

Anyway, nothing has happened in such a long time, I believe tonight will be a good night...