Beginning with the lizard men and traveling through the Middle Ages

Chapter 325 Abnormal Undead

What's the biggest joke in the world?

Davis didn't know, he just thought it was a joke to be surrounded by a group of skeletons after killing a vampire.

The sluggish skeletons shouldn't be a threat, but they carry loaded crossbows.

If a witch hunter who killed a vampire was shot dead by a skeleton in the next moment, Davis's name would be passed down by word of mouth throughout the southern states in the form of negative teaching material.

If the witch hunter had a bad reputation, Mrs. Kisri, who was chatting and laughing in the tavern, would never miss the opportunity to add insult to injury.

For example, "One-Eyed Snake" Davis suddenly fell in love with a skeleton and couldn't bear to do anything to him, so he died absurdly at the hands of the skeleton.

As for why humans fall in love with skeletons, Mrs. Kislev will definitely explain it as because Davis is an imperial person.

No matter how absurd the Imperial people are, they are normal.

Davis may not care about reputation or life, but he still has the most basic dignity.

If he died inexplicably while going south for reconnaissance, his companions would definitely investigate the cause, and then they would get this funny and realistic story.

It would be better to let him die at the hands of a vampire.

In a secluded farm cabin, the witch hunter and farmer Vilov hid behind the gauze curtains, looking at the skeletons wandering outside the window. An awkward silence spread in the house.

Obviously, they couldn't count on outside rescue, because Davis was the foreign aid, and he thought he was just a vampire.

The long-retired hussar, now a farmer, stroked his beard and wisely explained the situation:

"The food in the house is enough for us to survive for half a month. Wang Cheng will come to rescue us."

"Are you talking about the ministers of the kingdom who are still arguing over the ownership of the throne, or the already exhausted army? My friend, you might as well count on Pastor Moore from Ostermark."

"Maybe we could try to eliminate them one by one."

"Then, I will give you the crossbow, and you will show me how to defeat them one by one."

Davis handed the crossbow to the farmer unceremoniously, but the first local friend he met in this world graciously declined the good job.

"Come on! You're already a vampire slayer, Davis. What are just a few dozen skeletons? You're a vampire hunter."

"I still want to change to a more decent way to die, thank you for your idea, but a vampire killer should not die under the rain of skeleton arrows. If it were before, I would try this interesting plan, but not now, I am Vampire hunter."

"This is not the Davis I know, Esun! You look like a different person. Did a witch cast a spell on you? I guess that witch is the pretty girl from Crimson Wine Street."

As he spoke, Vilov pushed his crotch, with an unspoken smile on his face.

Davis didn't have the time to joke with him, so he just retorted with sarcasm.

"You are a hussar. There are only seventy or eighty skeletons outside. If you are willing to be the first to go out, then I will decisively be the second."

"That was before, now I don't have a horse or armor." Are you kidding me? Now, even if you open the window, you might turn into a hedgehog on the spot, let alone go out. It's not easy to use when the Tsar comes, let alone he is just a retired hussar.

With only his left eye left, the witch hunter observed the outside world gloomily, anxiety overflowing from deep within him, even Vilov could see it.

He was afraid that if this fool really rushed out, it would definitely lead to death.

But Davis has more urgent things, and sometimes he has to take risks. He must go to the empire to find out why the "Light of Doom" association suddenly lost contact. At the same time, he must also investigate the unusual movements in Sylvania. The sooner the better, time is very tight.

It's just that the skeletons outside the house seem a little abnormal. Skeletons that are usually resurrected from the dead are not good at using weapons like crossbows, and their accuracy is terrifying.

If Vilov hadn't pulled him out before, he would have been hit by an arrow and fell to the ground as soon as he went out.

More importantly, the vampire is dead, why don't these skeletons disappear with the vampire?

Something went wrong with a vampire's dying spell? Or are there other necromancers nearby?

The witch hunter walked along the window edge of the second floor and carefully observed the terrain.

The open wheat field was not suitable for avoiding arrows, and it was impossible for him to eliminate the skeletons one by one. He only had ten arrows, and there was not enough gunpowder.

The leather armor couldn't protect him. God knows what kind of necromancy spell the vampire used to revive these skeleton warriors holding imperial crossbows.

Davis strongly suspected that they were imperial provincial soldiers who died on this land during the "Great Crusade".

Maybe their crossbows have not been used a few times. If they were the dead during the Holy War, their crossbows have been buried in the soil for more than ten years. It is a miracle that they have not completely decayed.

No, this is a magical world where anything is possible.

Gunpowder soaked in water can be used normally, what else can't be done?

A hoarse curse broke Davis's thoughts and made his alertness reach its peak in an instant.

He didn't relax until he saw the figure returning from the south clearly.

That is the "Black Sword", and old members like him know the other party's real name - Ilya, the former captain of the Tsar's Guards, the vampire undercover sent to the Vampire Queen by the organization.

The bloodborn seemed to be using some sort of dismissal spell, but it didn't work.

The continuous sound of crossbows made the two people in the room raise their hearts to their throats. The vampire outside the room used inhuman speed to dodge most of the arrows, but inevitably got hit by dozens of arrows.

Fortunately, the undead summoned by vampires never use silver arrows unless they want to murder someone of their own kind.

Taking advantage of Ilya to attract the skeleton's attention, Davis suddenly opened the iron screen window and jumped out under the stunned gaze of Vilov.

He used the hanging rod for drying clothes to reduce the impact, and used his musket to shoot at the nearby skeleton crossbowman as he fell.

After three consecutive gunshots, the three skeletons fell to the ground one after another.

Before being shot into a hedgehog, Davis fell into the straw and narrowly avoided the arrows fired back at him by using the thick hay.

One of the arrows grazed Davis's scalp and penetrated into the wooden wall behind him. The burning pain made the witch hunter's contempt for death more obvious in his eyes, and his rationality became increasingly scarce.

He filled his musket with gunpowder and mixed it with some powder which had been given to him by true believers in the gods.

True believers can obtain divine magic, and although Davis is not exactly pious, he has devout friends.

As long as this kind of disposable item can be used, the source does not matter.

He rushed out of the bunker, cooperated with Ilya who was attacking at high speed among the skeleton crossbowmen, chanted the name of Sigma, and imposed judgment on the undead creatures.

(End of this chapter)