A group of people led by the lord, silent carrying coal lamps, holding a torch out of the tavern. But George did not take them out directly, but in the territory of the tour up.
On the way, George used his eyes to check up the new situation of the escorts. He found that the words 'really not very reliable' were finally gray and almost invisible after his snub. It turned into 'rabble'. And there was an additional special status.
[Evaluation: 'rabble' (can fight a downwind battle when there is an advantage in numbers. Can fight barely under the threat of the chief)]
[Status: 'Inspired' (Won't just drop your weapon and run away without defeating the enemy in the first round - this effect lasts for two hours. After the status ends, you can't be inspired again for a period of time unless you get a great stimulus)]
'It's possible... You guys really can... Ai.'' George couldn't help but feel a little headache. But in any case, 'rabble' is better than 'really not very reliable'.
When passing by the farmhouses, some of the escorts changed their pitchforks by hand - the front of this thing is with iron. After that, all the bandits' eyes lit up and they threw away the broken things they had and replaced them with these new things.
After the arrival of the leaders, although there were still no spears with iron heads, but there were many more things like pitchforks. Although these forks have been used by the villagers for many years, but they are well preserved. Not those rusty and rotten wooden poles in the middle of the territory can be compared.
The commotion outside the farmhouse alerted some of the collar people. From the sound and the light of the fire, they were able to tell that it was a human outside and not a zombie one. But they still shrank inside the house and did not come out.
'This is the first night living in the shelter, many people in this strange night, more or less still a little apprehensive.' George looked at the flickering lights in the window and thought: 'But the beloved lord you have just sung praises of is at the door, do not intend to come out at all to inquire and see what needs to be done?
Midnight itself was very quiet, and after the lord lord led the guards to make a round, those houses became even quieter. Even the sound of snoring was gone.
Finally there were still two lords who came out from the room. These two were two young hunters that George had seen during the meal. But George did not say much to them, but with a smile on his face, with these two eager lords, together with a tour of the territory.
Seeing that there is no difference in the territory, the original some nervous hunters put their minds at ease. After being comforted by George a few words, they all went back.
''Want to contribute wait until tomorrow. Tonight with you two new to go out, I'm not too comfortable.''
He was afraid of what these two hunters would say to the neighbors tomorrow after seeing the situation outside tonight.
After seeing the two hunters out, George then led the crowd towards the outside of the shelter. The squires looked at the foggy darkness, looked at the tall knight walking in the forefront, and kept cheering themselves up in their hearts.
Including George too... It's just that he was acting calmly.
'When I came out, I specially let all these people drink some wine, I hope their guts will be bigger in a while. At least don't pee your pants when you see a ghost later...' The thought of ghosts, the guy who is a little afraid of ghosts, can not help but shiver to.
It's a bit of a joke to say that he is at least a priest, but he has always been a bit afraid of such things that he has never seen before.
Someone asked whether to bring the horse, don't the lord denied.
The night would be very complicated, if something unexpected happened, the horse was frightened and ran into the mist with him. Then he really have no place to cry.
It is safest to stay honestly by Alexander's side.
Picked up the scroll to take a last look, to determine the direction of the unknown monster, then tilted his head at Alexander, with him into the darkness of the night. And those guards who clutch pitchforks and torches in their hands, followed closely around the lord.
'I don't know if it's an illusion, how I feel the mist around the shelter seems to have receded some more.' George counted, this receding distance is greater than the distance from the morning out of more than twenty steps or so.
Shook his head, George walked into the mist.
Within the shelter sighted at the edge of the place, indeed there are no monsters wandering. However, when the fog will all say shrouded, the only source of light around the only torch left in the hands of the time, to feel around the unknown things peering at the night watchmen.
However, the visible distance, but only the twenty or so steps...
Unlike everyone else, George's new nail hammer is inlaid with the word of the talisman. The effect was not too obvious during the day, but at this night, it was revealing a great difference. After entering the mists, he found himself not only as if it was daylight in front of his eyes, as if with a searchlight, even part of the mists were seen through him.
Fifty or sixty paces, all within his visual range! And relying on that scroll to point the way, he could know all the conditions around him!
The same with him are those zombies, they do not have pupils, however, after nightfall, their eyes will emit an eerie blue or green light to.
When those torches suddenly illuminated the six stiff figures, the zombies that were standing still all looked over. The rotten head with long hair in the dirt, in the sudden opening of the mouth to make a sound at the moment, let the patrol people's heartbeats are slowed down half a beat.
Several arrows were shot in a panic, but none of them accurately hit the zombie's head. And those lucky shots, the arrows stuck in their bodies as if they were stuck in wood, did not have any effect.
The guards' bows and arrows could not be compared with Alexander's, and the living dead, whose bodies had long been stiff, could not feel the pain. So the moment they were shot, they seemed to be enraged and rushed forward with a speed completely different from that of the day.
It seemed that at night, their combat power had directly doubled.
"Keep in formation!" George shouted in a low voice, he had previously specifically explained to Alexander not to charge indiscriminately, because the fog was too big, and Alexander did not have the scrolls. So there is a good chance he will run out and can't get back. Then a group of people will have to follow George to find him!
The squires came back to their senses after hearing the lord's voice and nervously put away their bows and arrows and took out the iron forks on their backs. Alexander, who was at the forefront, took a big step forward and swung his sword violently, immediately two zombies fell to the ground.
The remaining three zombies bypassed the giant and rushed madly, two of which were held there by three panicked pitchforks, while the other swooped into the crowd as if no one was there.
The squires shrieked and jumped away in panic at that moment. At this time, a foot came out from inside the pile of people and cleverly put a ride on the leg of the zombie. Then, the guy who was about to bite someone, fell directly to the ground.
George raised his head and looked at another zombie that had just thrown away its iron fork in the panic. He turned his body sideways, the hand that acts as a torch nail hammer a wave, the zombie will be in the light and shadow, pounced on its companion that was about to stand up.
Poof, a pile of dust rose from the ground.
At this time the few squires snapped back to consciousness, rushed up to swing the iron fork, the two decaying zombies to dismember.
Seeing such a scene, George touched the blue veins on his head without saying a word. He had thought that this group of rabble could be a little more useful.
Fortunately, these two falls and trips were perfect, otherwise it would be impossible to end the night.
' I'm curious how the 'really unreliable squires' will behave. Just drop their weapons and lords and run into the fog?''
After all three zombies were resolved, those six guys gathered around with a resentful face and explained in a panic.
"It's really too sudden, my lord, we didn't expect there to be so many." "Yes, I didn't expect it to be in this direction, I was just looking behind, there were strange noises there!" "The sound of the wind at night is just too frightening, my lord, I was just lost in thought."
George nodded, understanding the meaning of their words - he had done a good job, tried his best. That was the virtue of himself.
He slowly crossed his steps in front of the squires and without a word scanned his gaze coldly over the faces of the men.
The voices of the squires were gradually silenced, and some swallowed their saliva.
They knew that whenever the lord started, it meant that he was angry.
And his words proved it.
"This is the first time." George coldly uttered these words, his tone was like cold ice.