After the al, with dusk approaching, they did not delay and left the noisy camp together, heading towards their destination—Pompeii Village.
Pompeii Village is not far from the Traveler Camp, but the scenery is completely different.
There are about a few hundred families living here, the muddy village roads and mostly dilapidated houses clearly indicate that the local lord is not adept at managing his territory.
Especially with the undead attack incident, villagers shut their doors and windows tight, while only spear-bearing militia patrol the roads.
The entire village is shrouded in an atmosphere of fear, the thick oppression makes Ira's legs weak as she serves as a supporter.
It's not just her, the son of the blacksmith feels the sa, his eyes warily watching the surroundings, his hand unconsciously reaching for the warhamr on his back.
Luo Yan surveyed them carefully, they probably haven't taken on any difficult tasks on this journey, otherwise, they wouldn't have survived to this point.
Although he hasn't been an adventurer for long, he understood one thing... who would go looking for trouble with the undead at night?
After a brief inquiry in the village, they quickly found the client, since there's only one mill in the village, located on the southern hills.
This mill is the only decent stone building in the village, its towering blades like sails, and the mill master is the wealthiest person here, having built a two-story villa next to the mill.
However, at this mont, the owner of the mill appears quite lacking in the decorum of a wealthy person, his sunken eye sockets more ghost-like than a skeleton, his face written with exhaustion.
Upon seeing Finic and the others, he seed to grasp a lifeline, rushing out barefoot to greet them.
"Adventurer! You've finally co!"
The middle-aged man fell into the snow, then scrambled up hastily.
Finic stepped forward to support him, speaking firmly, "We've taken your commission. Can you tell us more about the situation? Where did your child go missing?"
"He... he was abducted!"
The mill master's voice trembled with fear, "Just last night! Those... those creatures rushed out from the forest, they broke open my door, I... I watched helplessly as my son was dragged into the darkness by a skeleton..."
"Didn't you seek help from Sir Richter?" Ira couldn't help but ask, her clear eyes filled with discontent with the mundane.
ntioning the lord, the mill master's face showed not only sadness but mixed despair and resentnt.
"I did! I ran to Eagle Rock Castle at the ti, but the lord wouldn't see , his servant said he was waiting for Prince Crankel, found botherso, and said such matters should be handled by you adventurers!"
Saying so, having just stood, he collapsed to the ground with a thud, almost crying his heart out in pleading: "He's my only son! I beg you, please help find him! I'm willing to offer all my savings!"
Luo Yan's expression was sowhat delicate, could that Prince Crankel they ntioned actually be him?
"You don't need to give away all your savings, we'll only take our due fifty coins... whether he's still alive, we can't guarantee, but we'll do our best." Finic said with determination and helped the utterly exhausted middle-aged man back to his feet again.
Just then, from the direction of the village entrance ca a sound of bone friction that set the teeth on edge, accompanied by several shrill canine barks.
Soon, a bell rang, and the militia began to gather.
"They... they're here again!" The mill master was terrified, pale as ash.
Luo Yan noticed that the militia's combat power here was really worrying, with not even five firearms in a team of less than fifty.
Before long, the village's barricades were knocked down, wicked undead were pursuing the retreating militia in waves, while another wave rushed towards the mill.
Finic's expression changed, imdiately drawing the longsword from his waist and yelled to his companions.
"Prepare to fight!"
Dozens of undead creatures pieced together from animal bones wobbled from the entrance, their hollow eye sockets burning with eerie green ghost flas, rushing towards the mill as if drawn by sothing there.
Taufu, never adverse to a spectacle, appeared excited, but who knows which side she was cheering for. Sarah stole a glance at Luo Yan, who signaled her not to intervene, simultaneously revealing the magic wand beneath his sleeve, lip-syncing—
'Leave it to .'
Although Luo Yan didn't consider himself a good person, he's never hesitated to act when needed, yet slaughtering defenseless villagers disgusted him.
This kind of behavior brings only death, benefiting no one.
Those skeletons charging at the mill were deliberately lured by him.
Sarah understood his intent without questioning why the Demon King acted this way, instead quietly standing beside him.
Finic first drew his sword, shouting.
"Barrett, hold them off!"
"Leave it to !"
The blacksmith's son, Barrett, roared, swinging his heavy warhamr like a wall to et the foremost undead bear.
Hunter Leo quickly found a high spot, drawing his bow and arrow to aim precisely at the eye socket of an undead wolf. Ira hesitantly retreated to the back, chanting incoherent spells, attempting to cast a weak protective magic on her companions.
"Entangle!"
Finic grit his teeth, activating the magic pendant's power, urging on weak natural affinity, as vines burst from the ground, entwining the ankle of a skeleton soldier.
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