You and me under the world tree

In short, the so-called ghouls in Midgard do not mean complete evil.

It's just because a long time ago, there were always dark wizards who claimed to worship the Queen of the Nether who liked to work hard, and they liked to use various means to dig graves and control corpses.

So unknowingly, those ghouls wandering in the tombs and closed ancient royal tombs will be involved with the so-called black wizards and Hila believers.

Over time, this has almost become a fixed cognition of people in the atrium world.

Moreover, things like ghouls are also graded.

Powerful ghouls will even speak a few words, make a hoarse battle cry, and some even retain their martial arts in life.

There are quite a few of these in the northern seas.

For example, I have been missing my family all the time, such as the former Norwegian king Angentir who wants to go home, and Gitland's great warrior Siamar.

However, most of the ghouls are not high in terms of combat effectiveness.

Because of their fragile limbs, they tend to move slowly, and can only roar like wild animals.

If you insist, these 'dead' just have a rotten and hideous appearance that makes people feel frightened.

For this reason, the first time you see them, you will feel your scalp go numb, and even further lose your courage.

It's like animals are clearly fighting against predators, but sometimes they subconsciously stand still and let them bite their buttocks and throats.

But even a farmer with a pitchfork can defeat a flimsy ghoul if he can muster his courage.

Then, if the opponent is replaced by a character like Huode, let alone.

The end is doomed.

The ghouls who staggered slowly were brought down without any means of resistance.

For these poor people, Hodder did not use a sword, nor did he use any means of violence.

To put it bluntly, he just used magic to forcibly 'pacify' these ghouls.

After all, the so-called ghouls cannot be regarded as living beings, and what supports their bodies to move is nothing more than that kind of strong obsession.

Maybe some small things, or maybe some big things.

The existence of these obsessions made them forget that they were dead.

Even though the soul has disappeared, the body is still active, and as long as this obsession is broken, the ghoul will stop its activity.

"Ow..."

The dead who came towards them ended up lying on the ground like this, making indistinct sounds from their mouths.

At the same time, a certain kind of intense brilliance radiated from their eyes.

This kind of gloomy ghostly light was not strong at first, and it was even equivalent to nothing.

But when they realized that they had fallen to the ground and seemed unable to stand up, the brilliance in their eyes became even stronger.

"What an ugly gesture..."

Looking at the ghouls lying on the ground, Hela couldn't help but say.

But just as she was speaking, she suddenly felt two gazes.

Hodder and Dietrich, their eyes made her feel a strong discomfort.

"What's wrong?"

"Do you think this is ugly?"

"???"

After hearing Dietrich's seemingly thoughtless question, Hela subconsciously felt a little strange.

She suddenly felt that she could not answer these questions.

After a long time, she asked hesitantly:

"Is it... pretty?"

"No, it's not pretty, but it's not ugly, because no one wants to die. They realize that they are really going to die, so they have such a strong desire to live."

When saying this, Hodder's line of sight didn't deflect in any way.

He watched the ghouls, watching the light from their sunken eye sockets fade away.

In the end, the ghost light that symbolized the vitality of the ghouls dissipated along with the fragile obsession that supported them.

"However, rather than fearing the so-called death, what they fear is their own disappearance, that kind of complete end, but in human culture, death means end, so human beings fear die."

"Too fragile and too ordinary."

As for what Huo De said, Hela actually didn't have any resonance.

Not because of anything else, because the vision and position are completely different.

"There are more painful things in this world than so-called death."

"These are not in conflict, because experience determines thinking, and it is not wrong to want to live and survive. In fact, it is precisely because of this that those who regard their responsibilities as something more important than life are more worthy Respect."

"Ok?"

When Huo De said that, Hela subconsciously cast a puzzled look.

She has not yet fully understood the meaning of Hodder's words.

But at this moment, the man seemed to have no intention of explaining this matter at all. He just walked to the door of the closed government affairs hall, and then stretched out his hand to pull it.

'bang bang bang'

"Ok?"

At this time, he heard the sound of chains inside.

At the same time, there is a low-pressure growl that is close to a roar inside.

"Tsk, this is..."

After realizing what was going on inside the government affairs hall, Huo De directly raised his leg and kicked the wooden door to pieces.

And along with the broken sound, the roaring sound inside was directly transmitted to the outside.

"And this is the will of mankind, Hela."

"Ok?"

Accompanied by Hodder's words, what Hela saw was the ghoul stuffed inside the empty hall.

Just like the ghouls wandering outside, these ghouls are corpses that have just died, so they are far from dry.

However, compared to the obvious guys on the outside, the inside is not so simple.

The pustules all over the body were continuously oozing out thick water, and the posturing looked like a human figure made up of piles of flesh, rather than a pure human being.

Only those costumes can prove their original identity.

It is also because of this that it makes people feel uncomfortable.

After realizing this, Hela couldn't help but subconsciously frowned.

She suddenly felt a little strange, after all, to her, these things were nothing more than that.

As for why she suddenly felt unwell, it might be because she has seen too many beautiful things recently.

"these people……"

Looking at those ghouls, Dietrich obviously noticed something.

"them……"

"They are residents who are isolated here. If you look closely, you will find that the surrounding windows and the like have all been nailed up, and they are closed from the inside."

Chapter 9: Rest in peace and sweet dreams

This is easy to see, after all, the methods of sealing the windows inside and outside are completely different.

Not to mention anything else, the direction of the board and the nails alone is different.

But it was also because of this that Dietrich frowned.

She felt as if she had thought of something, but she couldn't confirm it for a while.

So, she recalled the previous things again.

"According to the previous guard, the mayor is also here?"

After a moment, she asked.

"Yes, the mayor is here too." Hodder said.

At this moment, he was staring straight at the gate that he had kicked into pieces. On the gate, he saw a thick chain for closing it.

"He sealed the residents who seemed to be very seriously infected in this government hall together with himself."

Having said that, Hodder glanced around again.

Perhaps because of the inhuman deterrence displayed by Dietrich and Hella in the first place, the ghouls who acted on instinct and obsession did not dare to approach for a while.

But thanks to this, Hodder had time to carefully examine the internal environment.

The whole hall is huge, but it is also messy.

The leftover boards, nails, hammers, and some leftover food and bedding for rest were scattered on the ground.

"Everyone in Diffenter is good."

Howard just squatted down slowly.

Seemingly defenseless, he just picked up the nails on the ground.

"The mayor led the infected who were still able to move and sealed the doors and windows with wooden boards, but they didn't want to die after all."

After throwing away the nail casually, Huo De couldn't help but took a deep breath.

In fact, he wanted to say something more.

Maybe it's a compliment, maybe it's an exclamation.

Because at this moment, he felt that his heart was a little messy.

A kind of flame was burning in his heart, and if he didn't express it through words, he would be extremely uncomfortable.

But what can he say on this occasion?

Thinking about it carefully, he actually couldn't say anything now.

Because for now, everything was over and he couldn't catch up.

Admire their courage?

What's the use of this?

They are dead, and even their bodies have festered and rotted, becoming constantly moving ghouls.

So just yelling here?

It doesn't help either, because no one will hear it.

For a moment, Huode only felt that his head was a little messed up.

Even, he didn't know what he should do now.

So instead, he shook his head, and then bit his lip again.

Anger, anger.

Now he doesn't even know why he is angry.

Is it because of what happened to these innocent Dutch citizens?

Or was he just outraged by the gods' tricks?

"Actually, I don't deserve it either."

Finally, Hodder suddenly said these words.

He lowered the dark hood to completely cover his face, but his eyes did not move away.

In fact, the living have an almost instinctive revulsion when they look at the dead.