Saren suddenly fell into silence, and the room suddenly became silent. The only thing that could be heard was the crackling of firewood in the fireplace.

Karen looked at the legend and found that his face was ugly, his eyes were out of focus, and he didn't know where he was looking.

"Are you okay?" Karen came close to Saren's face and waved concernedly.

"Ah? Oh!" Saren looked back as if he suddenly came to his senses, "It's okay, I'm just a little tired. How long have we been talking?"

Karen rolled up her sleeves, revealing the watch underneath, "It's three in the morning. If you want to rest, we can..."

"No, no, I'm fine," Saren stood up and interrupted Karen, "I just need to move around," he pushed the chair away, stretched his waist, and twisted his neck, "If you don't

If you mind, let's talk until dawn and then rest, gentlemen."

Kara shrugged, "You know, I always go to bed after you, Mare."

Karen put down her pen and said, "I don't have any objection, just tell me when you want to start."

Saren stopped and gave them a tired smile, "It's good to be young. I'm not like you. I have to..."

Before he could finish his words, a long and mournful howl suddenly came from the night sky. The sound was extremely sharp and seemed extremely clear in the silent cold night.

Saren's footsteps suddenly stopped, Kara stood up from her seat, and Karen ran to the window and looked out.

"Did you hear that?" Saren's face was no longer as lazy as before, and the flames loomed in his eyes again. Kara and Karen nodded at him.

"Very good, that means it's not my stupid hallucination." Saren ran back to the bar and took off the hanging patience.

"Kara, can you help me get the bullets and gun oil from the bedroom?" He held the gun for inspection and raised his head and said to Kara.

"Okay," Kara walked toward the kitchen, turning back as he entered the room, "you know what that is, right, Mare?"

"I know, don't worry about me, Kara." Saren answered firmly first, and then smiled at Kara who got the answer and turned around and disappeared behind the door.

"What is that?" Karen asked curiously.

"Knowing too much will not help your life. Are you sure you want to know?" Saren glanced at the young retired rune master and asked with a half-smile.

Karen nodded firmly, and the hotel owner no longer insisted, "It's the deceased," he leaned against the wine cabinet at the bar, holding the rifle in his arms, and his tone was more like a memory than a narration, "I thought I would only live in the rest of my life.

I can see them in memories and dreams."

Karen showed a clear look, "I have never seen these monsters during my service. Is there anything I need to pay attention to?"

"They are not [monsters], Karen," Saren raised his gun to take aim, and he bit the word "monster" very hard. "They are a living curse, the nemesis of the living. There are many types of the dead," he said

He put down the gun and stared into Karen's eyes, "You can erase some of the dead with bullets, but you'd better pray that you don't encounter those that can't be dealt with by bullets. It will be a nightmare in your life."

Karen didn't know how to answer the conversation, and suddenly saw Kara coming back with a long box. Saren took the box and opened it on the bar. Inside were rows of yellow bullets, five magazines and a gun.

Oil. Saren removed the bolt and oiled the bolt silently. Kara stood next to him and loaded the bullet into the magazine without saying a word.

Karen looked at them. Saren once again returned to the youthful state he should have been for his age. He just stood there, vaguely giving people the illusion of a human dragon.

"Do you have any other weapons? Apart from that broken revolver?" Saren took out a small pot from his pocket and took a sip.

Karen shook her head helplessly, "I use standard equipment."

"Ha!" Saren loaded the bolt of the gun, then took the magazine handed by Kara and buckled it, "It sounds like they are quite conscientious and left you a broken revolver for use on the road." He shook his head, "

It might be enough for self-defense, but cleaning up the dead? That's not suitable."

"Give him the submachine gun you gave me," Saren turned to the young student and blue dragon, "He needs a better weapon."

"That's not fair!" Kara shouted while loading bullets, "Then what should I use?"

"Just don't go," Saren said in a calm tone, as if he was stating a fact, "This matter is very dangerous."

"That's it again! Mare!" Carla angrily threw the magazine on the table and looked at the innkeeper angrily, "Last time you ran out alone, and you want to leave me this time? Absolutely not,"

You need someone to look after you."

"Go quickly."

Kara glared at Saren and stared at him for a long time. Finally, she slapped her thigh in anger and turned towards the stairs.

"Be careful, I'm going to get something." Saren calmly watched Kara disappear at the end of the stairs again, then put down the patience on his hand, simply told Karen, turned and walked into the wine cellar.

Karen sat where he was, and the original scream had disappeared, replaced by some kind of deeper and suppressed roar. What worried Karen was that the source of the sound was obviously getting closer, and he could already hear the roar relatively clearly.

The window was covered with a thick layer of water mist. Karen looked out and could only vaguely see a few lights that seemed to light up in the village. The villagers were not deaf, they must have heard something.

If they all heard the sound, the village would be in danger. Karen thought this, and he was a little anxious. There was not much time left for them, but Saren didn't know what to prepare.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Saren to come back. He stretched out his hands and veins popped out on his strong arms, obviously he was pulling something hard.

Then Karen saw something that stunned him. Saren pulled out a set of armor from the wine cellar. It was a set of thick knight armor, which was engraved with complicated decorative textures. The entire armor was obviously hand-forged.

Traces of it. As far as Karen knows, there is only one country in the world that has this kind of craftsmanship, and that is the Kingdom of Valencia.

"This, this, this is armor?" Karen stuttered a little out of shock, pointing at the armor that Saren pulled out, with disbelief on his face, "The armor from Valenlia?" He was a little confused.

Asked nervously and cautiously.

"Yes, this is a set of knight armor from Valenlia," Saren nodded readily and admitted, "I thought I would never need it again."

"sieg." He put his hand on the thick breastplate and said a word that Karen couldn't understand at all.

Then the complicated textures on the knight's armor suddenly lit up, and the dazzling light dyed everything in the room a layer of blue. Karen covered her eyes, but fortunately the light gradually dissipated not long after, leaving only the textures on the armor's surface.

Still emitting a slight blue light.

"I didn't expect you to be a knight of Valenlia." Karen shrugged, "Do you have a knight title?"

"That's another story," Saren smiled, "As for my ban?" He whispered a name, and Karen's face suddenly turned pale.

"This is impossible, this is impossible." He was like an overly surprised child, repeating the behavior of talking to himself in a low voice. He glanced at Saren with some fear, "I didn't expect you to be, oh

, God, if this matter is exposed, you will be executed by the empire, as well as everyone in this village."

Saren seemed very casual. He read another word, and now even the lines no longer glowed, but Karen could still feel the energy fluctuations on the armor.

After doing all this, Saren clapped his hands, sat back behind the bar, and took his gun. "I know," he looked very relaxed, "so when the story reaches this part, you have to keep it a secret."

Karen nodded, and Kara came out of the kitchen dragging a large box and holding two submachine guns.

"This is yours." Although he still looked angry, he still put down the box, walked quickly to Saren, and stuffed a submachine gun into his arms, "That rifle is not suitable for close combat."

"This is you...oh, what is this?" After he finished doing this, he quickly came to Karen and saw the knight armor placed aside, "Mare, you never told me that you still have

These."

"Legendary people always have their own little treasure trove," Saren waved his hand nonchalantly, "I've thought about it again, if you want to follow me," he pointed to the armor, "then you have to wear this

superior."

"No need to talk. This is my bottom line. I promised to take good care of you, Kara. You must also remember to wear the chainmail." Kara was about to speak, but was blocked by Saren. He took the

Lun threw the chain armor over, walked silently to the armor, and put it on himself piece by piece.

For Kara, the armor was a bit too big, and it looked a bit cumbersome and bulky when worn on her body. However, the armor automatically shrunk in the next second and tightly adhered to the chainmail armor Kara was wearing.

Kara and Saren seemed to be used to this, only Karen's eyes widened in disbelief. This was the first time he saw such a magical armor.

Oh, okay, this was actually the first time he saw armor. The Empire from the grassroots to the top used firearms for long-range combat. Only the fanatical lunatics of the Inquisition were keen to use their chain swords to saw people in two pieces, "Purify Unbelief"

"That's what they said."

"Kara, remember to bring the sword under your bed. It goes with this set of armor." Saren reminded Kara as if he suddenly remembered it. The latter simply nodded, and the hall was silent for a while.

Kara and Karen sat by the big box, silently pressing bullets for the submachine gun. The box was filled with bullets and magazines. Saren held the gun and leaned against the window, with a trace of undetectable sadness in his eyebrows.

No one spoke anymore, quietly waiting for the time to set off.

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Half an hour later, on the hillside north of Verak Village.

Saren and Karen were squatting in a bush, with an iron can behind them. At the foot of the mountain was a large shadow moving slowly forward. If you look carefully, you will find that it is a large group of resurrected dead. Among them

Most of them are relatively fresh and are slowly moving mummies, while some have become the skeletons of Senbai.

"Oh my god, this is not true." Karen's face looked a little ugly. He had never handled these things during his service. Those mummies with skin clinging to his body made him sick, not to mention the dark shadows floating in them.

A faint blue humanoid shape, he had no idea what it was.

"Remember one thing later, you have to kill these walking corpses." Saren squatted aside and said with a normal expression, "For those skeletons, guns will not have much effect, and those blue ghosts will not do anything at all."

They will be damaged by firearms, so you have to use runes to deal with them."

"As for you," Saren turned to look at Kara, "just follow me later and don't run around."

Kara rarely objected and nodded silently.

The atmosphere seemed a little dull. Saren stood up and clapped his hands: "Get ready to attack. Remember what I told you before setting off. When you go down, hold on to the line I drew. Don't cross it to pursue."

The two nodded obediently, Saren whispered the name of the wind, and the three of them were carried to the foot of the mountain by a whirlwind, blocking the path of the army of the dead.

The brainless zombies smelled the breath of the living, and the whole team seemed a little restless.

A "bang" gunshot broke the silence of the cold night, and a burst of fire erupted from the patient's muzzle, briefly illuminating the nearby space. An ordinary bullet came out of the barrel and hit a mummy at the ready.

His forehead brought up a large pile of dry brain tissue.

Karen followed closely and pulled the trigger of the submachine gun. He was a little nervous at first, but soon stabilized.
To be continued...