I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

Jost raised his head from the file, he stared at it for a moment, and pondered for a while.

"But we'd better be prepared. The monsters themselves are irrational and quite chaotic. They are likely to pass through the forest and attack here."

===717. The Last Courage===

"Get ready for battle."

Brown let out a cry. His hands were already trembling, and he was about to lose his grip on the sword. In fact, even his voice had already started to tremble. That armor was the only thing he could rely on now.

Brown has never faced a real monster, not even an ordinary beast. No, taking a step back, he has never really fought with a human being. Most of the time, Brown takes The guy who leads a group of people to bully others.

He knew that this was not a demon tide, and those monsters might not necessarily pass through Sunset Town, but the instinctive fear still made Brown grit his teeth, for fear that if he was discouraged, his knees would relax along with his buttocks, and he would slump for a thousand miles.

At this time, Brown saw that those "players" took up weapons one by one, and came to the edge of the field they opened up, trying to surround the town.

There was no armor on their bodies, they were still the original civilian clothes, but these people didn't feel scared.

What Brown even saw in the eyes of these people was excitement and anticipation.

This is a monster?

Those monsters that are far more ferocious than beasts, tyrannical and cruel!

Aren't they afraid of death? ! !

Well, it seems that they are not afraid of death.

Brown suddenly thought that summoned creatures like players are indeed not afraid of death. Even if they die physically, they can quickly crawl out of the quagmire and regenerate. He even envies these people.

But Brown doesn't want to be one of those guys.

Because how should I put it, although these players look smart, they are actually naive.

How can anyone help others farm land, open up wasteland, and build houses without asking for anything in return, and this group of players is too curious, and their mobility is super strong, so they have no worries at all, and the worst is to die and start over.

And, all it takes is a little reward to be quite satisfying.

Brown doesn't understand.

But with these players blocking the front, it seems to be pretty good?

The knights he led were also bullying and afraid of the strong, masters who had never seen the world, facing the scene where the mountain rain was coming, being able to hold the sword was already the limit. If the monster ran out of the forest, these people probably He will throw away his helmet and armor at the first time, and run away in all directions.

At this moment, the old eggplant was standing in the field with the sword that Lu Jian gave him in his hand.

He had never actually fought a war, not even a real-life cs, old eggplant thought about it, and felt that they couldn't just stand here in a daze like this.

At least a little cover is needed.

So the old eggplant chose to squat down and hide behind the field ridge.

The storm of thunderclouds rumbled, the whole forest swayed, and the air became so cold that Old Eggplant felt that he could exhale white air.

Ahead, in the deep forest, something seemed to shuttle past at high speed.

Old eggplant could not help but clenched the sword in his hand.

This feeling is like a hobbit hiding in a tree hole worried that the ring spirits will find him.

Fortunately, although those voices were loud and noisy, they passed through the forest very quickly, and they didn't seem to pay attention to Sunset Town.

Just when Old Eggplant heard the sound of wild beasts running wild in the forest gradually getting quieter, thinking that those monsters had left, suddenly, the whole forest fell into a strange silence.

The old eggplant suddenly held his breath subconsciously, trying to hide himself.

But it's not that simple.

Old Eggplant heard a rustling sound, as if a thousand worms were moving on the smooth ground, and those thousands of legs were constantly intertwined.

A shudder struck him.

Old eggplant is half a southerner, and he has seen big cockroaches in the south, and all kinds of strange bugs on trees when he was a child, but he still overestimated his ability to accept.

In the bushes, a shadow spread out.

The old eggplant saw that those materialized shadows did not

What a strange and extraordinary vision, but a bug.

A myriad the size of a football is attacking in its direction.

Most of those worms have six to ten legs, and their bodies are not big, but their heads are full of eyes. Some worms are bloated and fat like worms, and some worms have wings, and their bodies are slender, with only mouthparts like Mosquitoes are generally slender steel needles.

The old eggplant's scalp suddenly went numb, his heartbeat reached its limit, all the blood rushed straight to his head, and his eardrum hummed, as if someone was beating crazily.

These aren't bugs at all, but the deepest nightmares from hell!

The moment those bugs attacked, the roar sounded.

Players at the forefront use shouts to relieve their inner fear. They hold swords, spears, hammers, etc. in their hands, and use mortal bodies to fight against those bugs.

But the next moment, the torrent spread, and those players were so fragile that they were completely submerged by the swarm in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, the old eggplant suddenly felt a burst of relaxation.

It's like being numb and soothed after being tense for half an hour because of a lecture due to a class assignment.

With a sword in his hand, he slashed at the bugs.

Old Eggplant was surprised to find that the tattered long sword easily chopped off the worm's head. Countless eyeballs were cut open by the sword, red, yellow, green, and the slurry exploded.

Old eggplant felt that at this moment, he was possessed by the souls of all kinds of awesome game protagonists.

However, the next moment, a needle-like mouthpart pierced through his chest, before he even had time to experience the pain caused by the game, the old eggplant was overwhelmed, torn, and killed by several bugs.

The first line of defense formed by the players was quickly eaten away.

The bugs swarmed through the fertile fields towards Sunset Town.

The townspeople witnessed the sacrifice of the players. They were terrified and panicked, and could only hold the hoe and sickle in their hands, almost desperately protecting themselves.

At this time, Brown had completely fallen into fear beyond death, but he didn't tremble anymore, because his legs were completely stiff, as if they had been poured with cement, and he couldn't move at all.

Seeing those swarms of insects coming, the lights of hope in everyone's eyes were about to go out.

Brown's eyes widened with such force that he almost gritted his teeth, staring blankly at the bugs coming in front of him.

Behind him, the townspeople had already dispersed in fear, howling and crying one after another.

Brown never dreamed that he would die protecting these ordinary people under such circumstances.

Suddenly, Brown felt a lot more relaxed. He raised the sword in his hand and rushed towards the swarm.

Maybe people can be so relaxed when they are about to die.

he thought.

Then, Brown saw that the insect swarm in front of him suddenly exploded like a balloon.

Ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a monthly ticket!

===718. The sun is fierce===

Those insects seemed to be torn apart by some invisible force, black, white, yellow, and green slurries scattered in all directions, turning into a disgusting rain curtain in the air, falling down one after another, splashing Brown all over.

Before he had time to turn around to confirm, he saw the swarms of insects coming from the forest exploded one after another. Watering with slurry turned the crops into a pure black color.

The attack of this wave of swarms unexpectedly stagnated because of this.

Brown hurriedly turned his head, and saw Shia, who was wearing heavy armor and a cloak, raising her right hand. She snapped her fingers, and the bug located further back was shattered as if it was crushed by a huge hand.

The storm passed away quickly, and the sun penetrated the cloud to shine on the earth. The remaining insects seemed to be afraid of Shia, and seemed to be afraid of the sun. They burrowed into the forest one after another, and there was no more movement.

It can't even be called a battle, it's just a one-sided crush.

At this moment, the old eggplant that had just crawled out of the mud bumped into those bugs head-on.

"Damn it, will you still guard the corpse?"

He cursed, and since he had no weapons at hand, the old eggplant could only prepare to fight those bugs with his bare hands.

But those bugs didn't even look at Lao Jizi and the others, and went straight into the deeper forest.

"what?"

The old eggplant was still vigilant, and finally found that the group of bugs did not come back, so he hurried back to the town.

At first, he thought that the bugs would leave because everyone in the town had been killed.

But when he saw Brown and the townspeople intact, Old Eggplant was stunned.

Of course, the crops in his own field were still ruined, which made the old eggplant feel heartbroken, and his hatred for those monsters increased a bit.

Then he discovered that the crops in the field did not wither after being contaminated with the juice of the monster, but grew better.

It's just that those plump ears of wheat are like insect eggs, slightly wriggling, disgusting, and quite frightening.

"These have been polluted, and to eliminate the pollution, strong purification methods are needed."

Shia glanced at the ears of wheat and said.

"My God, what you just said was at least a seventh-level magic, and it can be used without any chanting and preparation rituals. Is this the form of a future mage?"

While Jost marveled at Shia's magic, he looked at the polluted farmland with some concern. Although these fields were originally reclaimed from the Black Forest, it was a pity to be polluted again.

"This is one of the reasons why the black forest is spreading. The corpses of monsters will pollute the land, causing corruption and chaos. Even if we can defeat those monsters, after the war, the land will still fall. Those rivers that originate in the forest, The source of the water will soon become cloudy, and there is madness in the current."

The ears of wheat that had absorbed the pollution grew in the wind, and quickly began to spread towards the surrounding area. Even though the insect swarm had crossed the border and left, the mess left behind was still beyond the reach of mortals.

"...In my time, there were some special means to purify these pollutions, which were also an important means to resist the invasion of the demon tide."

Shia was silent for a moment, then replied.

"It's a method called the spirit torch. It burns the mage's soul to create a pure flame. Under the light of the torch, monsters can't hide. As long as the fire is not extinguished, the tide of magic will be difficult to advance."

"Burning the mage's soul?"

When Jost heard this, he showed a surprised expression at first, but soon, he nodded secretly as if he understood something.

"Who created this magic?"