miss mist go with the flow

Behind the gate of the cemetery is a bluestone road with dense bushes on both sides. After walking along the road for more than ten meters, the light of the lantern suddenly opened up.

What appeared in front of Amy were tombs with stone steles, which were neatly distributed, and the bluestone paths were strewn across the cemetery, dividing the entire cemetery into many square grids.

Doubts arose in Amy's heart. The layout of this cemetery was more orderly than the residential area of ​​Misty Town, and it didn't match the painting style of this remote town at all.

She was about to ask Rumford, when she heard Sirin draw out her long sword beside her, and Rumford's roar followed:

"Bastard! What are you doing here?"

Amy looked in the direction of the movement, a mercenary in leather armor was squatting next to a cemetery, not knowing what he was doing.

The cemetery had been dug up, the tombstones were lying aside, and the new soil dug up was piled up around, making the ground a mess.

Is this mercenary a grave robber?

Amy was startled, he didn't dig Jack's grave, did he?

She grabbed Sirin's hand and walked over quickly.

Rumford was even more angry. He had drawn out the long sword at his waist and pointed at the mercenary, shouting loudly, "Destroying corpses and digging graves are serious crimes! Please stop, or I will be impolite!"

The squatting mercenary raised his head unhurriedly. It was a man who looked to be about 30 years old, with a frivolous moustache and an obvious snake-shaped scar under his left eye.

"Yo? Isn't this our Captain Rumford? What are you doing so loudly? Are you trying to arrest me?" Mustache not only looked frivolous, but also spoke in a very unbeatable tone.

"According to the situation at the scene, I suspect that you are digging graves, destroying corpses, and seeking ill-gotten gains!" Lunford looked angry, but after seeing the face of the bearded mercenary, he tried his best to restrain the anger that was about to erupt, and calmed down. He said: "According to the kingdom's law, I am obliged to arrest you! If the crime is verified to be true, you will be sent to the gallows next spring!"

The mustache mercenary was extremely disdainful of Rumford's anger. He smiled contemptuously, took out a piece of parchment from his pocket, and unfolded it in front of Rumford: "This is a mercenary mission issued by the tomb guards of the fog. I am here to investigate the recent destruction of the tomb, with the authorization of the client."

Renford couldn't help but froze when he saw the stamped parchment.

"I didn't destroy these tombs. They looked like this when I came here. I'm investigating the reason." The bearded mercenary continued, "Captain Rumford, if you don't believe me, you can check this assignment carefully." Book, if you really doubt it, go ask the gravekeeper, the old man should be in the tavern at this time, you are the captain of the militia, you can easily find him."

Rumford's face was gloomy, and the long sword in his hand trembled.

The bearded mercenary stood up and saw Amy and Sirin behind Renford. He glanced at the iron sword in Sirin's hand, gasped slightly, and whistled a short whistle to Miss Swordsman, laughing. Said: "The little girl has a good figure. Our captain Rumford is very lucky. The old man just found a new friend when he was injured and was bedridden. It's just the two of us!"

Amy clenched her palms tightly, but the backs of her hands were covered by Sirin. She raised her cheeks, and Sirin shook her head slightly.

"You still dare to mention Mira?" Renford was furious, with bruised veins on his forehead, "If it weren't for the mercenaries of your team, Mira would not have been injured!"

Thinking of Mira's tragic situation in the past two days, Lunford could no longer restrain himself, and the long sword in his hand slashed down.

The bearded mercenary flashed sideways lightly. He didn't care about Lunford's accusation, and continued to laugh at Sirin: "Little girl, don't look at this old man as the captain of the militia. He has no future. Misty Town will be ours soon. The site of the Black Wolf Mercenary Group, you abandon him and follow me, I promise you will have no worries about food and drink, and you will have a good brother to accompany you every day—"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was suddenly hit hard on his waist and abdomen, and he stopped in one breath, his face instantly turned purple.

Sirin slowly withdrew her kicked leg with a cold face.

"Damn!" the mustache mercenary covered his waist and abdomen, and roared, "How dare you sneak attack me, I'll kill you!"

He pulled out the dagger at his waist and threw it vigorously, but aimed not at Sirin, but at Amy beside Sirin.

After throwing the dagger, the mustache mercenary didn't move forward, instead rolled on the spot, trying to rush into the bushes next to the cemetery.

Although he was bad, he wasn't stupid. Sirin's kick made him realize the difference in strength, and he was ready to sneak out while speaking harshly.

The reason why he attacked Amy was because he saw the protection of Amy from Sirin's position, so as to distract Sirin's attention and slip away further.

When the brothers come back from the forest, come back to find the place!At that time, we must make this woman look good!

The mustache mercenary thought this way, but his side shoulder did not land as expected, but was hit by a more ferocious force, which even brought his whole body to roll over and slammed into the fallen tombstone.

bang.

The mustache mercenary heard the cracking sound of his arm bones, and his waist and abdomen became numb for an instant, and his entire lower body lost consciousness.

To suffer!How could there be a stubble in this broken place that could kill him in an instant? !

Before he completely lost control of his body, Mustache reached his left sleeve and was about to shoot out the signal flare in the sleeve when his forearm was suddenly stepped on by the sole of his shoe.

He gritted his teeth and raised his head, seeing the stern face of the female swordsman, and her eyes as if looking at garbage.

"Want to call someone? Do I agree?" The swordsman stepped hard, and the mustache mercenary's left arm creaked, and his left hand also lost consciousness.

"My lord, spare me!" Xiao Huzi cried and begged for mercy, "I have eyes that don't recognize Mount Tai, offended your majesty, and should be punished! But please spare my life, so that I can have a chance to atone for my crime!"

"This man's name is Fisher, and he is the squadron leader of the Black Wolf Mercenary Group. Mira was injured by his subordinates, and many townspeople were injured by them!" Renford said coldly while holding the sword. , "The Black Wolf Mercenary Corps will take revenge, and their reputation is extremely bad. Fisher himself is also a villain who steals, plays tricks, and is capricious. Mr. Witch, if you let him go, he will bring you trouble!"

"Demon, witch?" The mustache Fisher looked terrified. He seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly began to hit the ground with his head, and shouted as he hit it: "I didn't hear anything! I don't know anything!"

Amy laughed angrily, this guy's desire to survive is really admirable, do you think he can escape this catastrophe?

Although the dagger that was thrown just now was slapped away by Sirin, Amy is very vengeful!

Sirin was also unmoved, she squatted down, took out the orange badge of swords and roses, and showed it to Fisher.

Fisher's pupils shrank, and his head drooped softly.

The legendary level mercenary group, this witch's identity background is definitely not someone he can provoke, even if the head of the black wolf mercenary group comes, it is estimated that he will not be able to catch the other party's eyes.

Sirin put away her badge and said coldly, "I ask, you answer. If you hide something, you know the consequences."

Fisher nodded resignedly.

Sirin: "What's the matter with your harassment of the town?"

Fisher: "The second young master of the Earl's family hired our regiment and wanted us to help him take down Misty Town. We also followed orders to divide the territory and force the mayor to stand in line."

Sirin: "Why do you want to hurt people? Why do you want to be cruel to ordinary unemployed people?"

Fisher: "Captain Rumford refused to join us, and the deputy head ordered to give him some warnings."

Sirin: "Did you cause the destruction of the tomb here?"

Fisher: "I really didn't do this! I was also entrusted to do the task! I suspect that there are large scavengers near the cemetery. I saw the claw marks of the beast near the destroyed tomb!"

Sirin: "This morning, four mercenary teams entered the depths of the foggy forest. Are they from yours?"

Fisher's face became a little stiff.

Sirin said lightly: "You don't need to answer, but I am determined to investigate, and it is only a matter of time before I get the answer."

Fisher sighed helplessly: "It's from our regiment, led by the deputy head Thorne. A while ago, there was news that a legendary monster appeared in the depths of the misty forest. The deputy head hired a A naturalist who wants to establish contact with legendary monsters."

Sirin looked back at Amy, and continued to ask: "Aren't you afraid of being wiped out by the legendary monster group?"

Fisher said: "This is a big gamble. If you win the gamble, the strength rating of the mercenary group will be improved. Even if you lose the gamble, with the naturalist around, there is still a possibility of surviving the negotiations."

Hearing this answer, Amy curled her lips mercilessly.

The group of mercenaries and so-called naturalists are afraid that they will return without success.

Sirin nodded, and said: "Your attitude is very cooperative, and this has won you a chance to survive."

Hearing this, Fisher let out a long sigh of relief, while Rumford's expression became a little gloomy.

But what happened next changed the relationship between the two of them again.

Sirin picked up Fisher with one hand, threw him into the coffin in the tomb, and pressed the lid of the coffin that was lifted off, so that only one head was exposed.

"My lord witch, what are you planning to do?" Fisher's breath was filled with the stench of burial soil, his face was blue, and his voice trembled.

But his left and right hands were broken by Sirin, and the heavy blow to his waist and abdomen made him lose control of his body, and he was unable to break free from the restraint of the coffin lid.

Sirin said: "Till tomorrow morning, if you can survive, I will not pursue your offense any longer."

Fisher opened his mouth to scold, but he still clenched his teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "Thank you, Mrs. Witch, for your generosity!"

Sirin looked at Rumford and motioned him to continue leading the way.

Amy lightly touched Sirin's arm, and said with a light smile, "You're really wicked."

For some reason, Amy was not particularly touched by the scene of human being injured. When Fisher shot at her, she was even moved to kill.

Sirin continued to grab Amy's hand, and the two interlaced their fingers. She said softly, "I have another purpose for doing this, and you will find out later."

Renford led the two of them further into the depths of the cemetery, and saw several dug tombs, with coffins and tombstones scattered all over the place, destroying the neatness of the cemetery.

After walking tens of meters away, Renford suddenly said, "Master Witch, I still think you should kill Fisher directly."

Sirin said indifferently: "I killed him, and the black wolf mercenary group came to me, will the status quo of the town be changed?"

Lunford's body shook, and he turned around quickly: "Master Witch, I didn't mean that!"

"It's okay to use external forces to counter the enemy." Sirin said, "But don't treat us as fools."

The captain of the militia lowered his head, his face full of shame, and fell into a purer silence.

In the depths of the cemetery, the destruction of the tomb became more and more serious, and Lunford's waist slowly bent down. When he arrived at the destination, he looked at the new soil dug up from the ground, and his emotions were a little out of control, and his voice was almost howling: "Grandpa Jack's cemetery was also destroyed...why? When this happened, why didn't the cemetery report to the militia, and instead entrusted these foreign mercenaries to help?!"

Amy was also very speechless. On the way to the depths of the cemetery, she had a vague feeling in her heart. She didn't expect that Jernock's grave was really dug up!

"Don't worry."

Sirin softly comforted Amy, squatted down, and began to check the situation near the tomb.

It had only been about ten days since Jack's burial, and a sarcophagus could be seen in the tomb. The lid of the sarcophagus was lifted aside, and there was nothing in the sarcophagus, not to mention the body, not even a piece of cloth left.

The thing Amy was looking for was naturally not here anymore.

Sirin stretched out her hand to touch the inside of the sarcophagus, and a subtle light radiated from her fingertips. Where she touched, there were gradually pale green traces.

Sirin nodded in understanding, then checked the soil near the coffin, and soon found some traces left by three-fingered paws.

Rumford stood aside with a tense face. Seeing this situation, he said: "Master Witch, if you have a place to use the militia, just ask! This is the resting place of the ancestors, and it must not be eaten by carrion beasts." destruction!"

Sirin waved her hand and said, "Rumford, you should go back and take care of Mira first. She has just recovered from a serious injury and cannot do without your care."

The militia captain clenched his fists and showed unwillingness.

"Weakness is the original sin." Sirin raised her head and said in a gentle tone: "But knowing one's own weakness and striving to climb to a higher place is the courage of human beings."

"The key to becoming a martial arts professional is the courage to go anywhere. Go back, you have something that needs you more, just leave it to us."

Lunford's expression was slightly startled, as if he understood something, he bowed deeply to Sirin, turned around and left the cemetery quickly.

Seeing him walk away, Amy poked Sirin's shoulder, puffed her cheeks and asked, "What should we do now? Go find that scavenging beast?"

Sirin didn't speak, she looked at Amy's cheek and suddenly reached out to rub it.

The smooth and tender face deformed with her rubbing, and was puffed up again by Amy's inhalation, "Don't touch it! Your hand touched the coffin just now!"

Having said that, Amy did not take off Sirin's salty hands.

Sirin smiled slightly, "I touched it through magic power, so I didn't get my hands dirty."

"What we are looking for is not a scavenging beast, but an undead corpse stealer!"

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Volume 20: Chapter [-] Combat Experience

Amy had heard of undead corpse snatchers, monsters made by undead spells, controlled by spellcasters, and specially used to dig graves and steal corpses.If there are living things in the cemetery they stole, they will kill them and take them away as corpses.

When she wrote the story of "Red Dragon King", she used the corpse stealer as the prototype and made up a more perverted "soul stealer" monster.

Amy said: "So you were checking the traces of magic power in the nearby area just now?"

"That's right." A bright light appeared on Sirin's palm, "This will allow you to see more clearly."

Under the light, patches of miserable green appeared inside the coffin, as if it had been splashed by some viscous liquid, and the claw marks in the pile of debris became more obvious, and the center of the three-fingered claws also had dark green magic power remaining .

"Why is the necromancer involved?" Amy had a headache, "Can you track down the ghoul? How strong is the person who controls the ghoul?"

"The corpse snatcher is a gray-silver undead. The one in the cemetery doesn't have any independent intelligence. The mage who controls it is at most a gold-level professional." Sirin moved her palm to reflect more traces, "With the two of us It's not difficult to deal with human combat power, and if it doesn't work, you can still call Bobby, but..."

Sirin shook her head, "The traces are too messy! That body snatcher has been here several times, and it's almost impossible to track down the location with footprints and other traces."

Amy bit her lip, her eyes resentful: "Then what should I do?"

"At the moment, we can only take a stupid solution." Sirin said, "The destruction of the cemetery hasn't caused any serious problems, and that ghoul should still move tonight, so we'll wait here for it to come over."

what?

Amy flinched, "Do you want to spend the night in the cemetery? It's very gloomy here, and there's no place to stay..."

You can't sleep in those empty coffins, can you?

"I brought a tent." Sirin tapped her fingers, then pointed to the stone floor in the corner where the grave hadn't been dug. "The place over there is quite spacious enough for the two of us to sleep in."

Amy glanced at the surrounding scene. There was a gust of wind, swaying tree shadows, and clusters of tombstones. She even heard the screams of crows as if hallucinating.

It's not that she's not brave enough, it's that staying overnight in the cemetery naturally carries a terrifying atmosphere, and she can't stand it.