The guards gathered towards Barrit's position, and the guards responsible for protecting the Saint also anxiously urged them to follow and slapped the horses' butts, causing the horses riding Joel and Hemi to neigh uneasyly and spit out a large piece of white air.

And when they approached Barrit, the horses resisted even more fiercely, and Joel strangled the reins tightly so that the horses would not suddenly riot and throw them off their backs.

It was the smell of blood that made the horse manic. Joel saw the guard dragged into the darkness and collapsed on the ground. His body was twisted by the struggle before his death. Blood stained his iron armor and chain mail red, his abdomen were torn open, and his internal organs and intestines were spilling all over the floor, and he was still steaming.

The smell of blood and odor made many guards retching, but it also made them more alert to guard against things in the dark.

"I saw something," Barritt shouted in the direction of Joel as he saw him riding on his horse, "it was hiding in the shadow of the beast! What was that? Little monster?!"

"Whatever it is, they are afraid of fire." Joel said to Barrit, who had begun to calm down in a hoarse voice. "As long as the torch is not extinguished, we will not die."

"Even if the torch is extinguished, we won't die," Barrit spat on his side, but his expression was not as confident as he said. "Even if I close my eyes, I can kill those things! I won't die in the hands of the little monster, never!"

"Keep going!" Barrit ordered loudly, "Good arrows on the crossbow! Just drop them as soon as you see a little bit of the shadow of wild beasts!"

Barrit's words made the guards sedate forcibly. Although everyone's eyes were full of fear and anxiety, they still bit the bullet and executed Barrit's orders. Because they all knew that only by obeying the orders could he return to Sentinel Town alive. If he was in chaos, he would obviously have a dead end.

Those monsters would not miss any chance to drag any of them into the darkness. They have seen what it would be like to be dragged into the darkness. It was almost like the "dog decision" performed by the cruel lord of the Principality in the story. The death and appearance make people creepy so scary that they would have nightmares.

The guards began to move again. This time their pace was already messy and they would hit the people in front of them from time to time. But even so, they did not dare to relax their vigilance at all. Almost everyone was nervous, and their gloved hands holding the crossbow were soaked in cold sweat.

Suddenly, a guard nervously shot an arrow into the darkness. Maybe he just heard the sound wrong, but it still attracted Barrit's curse: "If you don't want to die, don't shoot arrows randomly! What you hold is not toys, but something that can save your lives! Damn, you idiots! Don't die under your own city walls, and don't die in the hands of the little monsters who kill children! You guys will be laughed at by others!"

The guards waved torches to drive away the darkness and hide in the darkness, followed by their beasts and little monsters. They didn't know if this would be useful, but something was indeed sarcastic whimpering from the darkness.

The night wind was still howling, and the snow was flying. When it touched, the firelight was hissing and turned into water vapor, melting into a ball with the smoke from the torch.

"How far is it from the city gate?" Ronnie's voice became a little sharp due to tension, and then he began to complain to himself: "Damn! Why is this happening! Isn't Adam a medieval simulator?! Why is there such a horror game scene!"

"Shut up, mercenary!" Barritt shouted at Ronnie, "Don't talk nonsense like crazy here! Damn, are you a wizard?"

Ronnie ignored Barrit and turned his head to look at Hemi beside him, but because he was in a higher position, he could only see Joel wearing a white mask: "Apart from escaping, is there any other way to deal with the little monster?!"

"Look ahead, be careful of being thrown off your back and breaking your neck by the horse." Joel said to him coldly.

"Are there any?" Ronnie asked nervously, "I feel that they are getting more and more impatient."

As Ronnie said, the resentful screams in the darkness were getting more and more frequent, and even the beasts began to roar "whimper" or roar at them from time to time. Joel turned his head and saw the fire of torches reflected in the eyes of the beasts.

"I don't know," Hemi replied blankly, "My knowledge of the little monster only comes from the storybook."

"Wow, that's it?" Ronnie was a little surprised. He remembered when he lied to Barrit, saying that the little monster would not break into the house. This is the story he heard when drinking from a tavern. It is one of the most widely circulated small stories about monsters. Each small story has multiple versions, and there are several versions of the story about the "little monster" that Ronnie alone heard.

But every story does describe it: the little monsters dare not break into people's houses, because the elves of the house are their natural enemies. Only those who blasphemous will not get the protection of the elves of the houses, and the little monsters dare to break into their houses.

As Ronnie understands, there are almost no people in this world who dare to blaspheme the gods. Even if ordinary people disrespect God, they dare not blaspheme the name of God.

"What do you know?" Joel asked in a hoarse voice.

"What? No, I don't know." Ronnie denied, and then he changed his words immediately, "I mean, I don't know if these are useful. To be honest, I'm very interested in strange stories, so I will remember these little stories I've heard. I have indeed heard a few stories about the little monsters."

"Look ahead." Joel stressed again, but this time his tone was slightly relieved. Because Barritt kept yelling-although his voice had been hoarse-so to hear more clearly, he rode a little closer to Ronnie, "Tell me what you know."

Ronnie was stunned. This was the first time Joel took the initiative to ask for him, which surprised him. Although he wanted to make a few words of harm to Joel, when he saw his pale and gloomy mask, he swallowed those words back into his stomach. He thought he was not a person who did not know how to observe his words.

When he thought of this, he was satisfied with his actions, and he forgot that he was still nervous about Pharmaceutical Four just now. He cleared his throat and said to Joel: "There are many versions of the story about the little monster. I have only heard of three, two of which are different versions of the folk fairy tale "The Lost Dog". These two are what I heard in the south, one is from Nalun Town, and the other is from Sean Town.

"There is another one I heard after coming to the north. Oh, you came from the north, you should know it, right? It's the fable that is so gloomy that it will definitely scare the child to wet the bed."

"Black Lake." Joel nodded and replied.

Joel also knew that the stories in the north are completely different from those in the south, and the stories in the south are more colorful, because bards are more willing to stay in the warm south than in the cold north, so the number of poems on various subjects is far more than that in the north. What is surprising is that although the north also has its own poems, they are all gloomy and dark fables. The adults in the north often tell these stories to their children on cold nights and tell them the cruelty of the world.

This is also one of the reasons why the southerners and northerners are hugely different. Joel thought to himself.

"Yes, "Black Lake". That story seems to be quite long? I haven't heard it before," Ronnie continued, "but I still remember the passage about the little monster. Damn, who knew that the existence of a mixed fish in this kind of story is now followed by us and we may kill our lives at any time!"

"Tell the point." Joel said patiently.

"The point? Are you wondering how to deal with these little monsters in the story? Okay, okay, don't stare at me like that, I will look at the front, and I don't want to be broken," Ronnie tried hard to recall the stories of the drunkards pieced together, "Oh, in the stories I heard in Nahlung Town, the little monsters came out of the mine. I heard that they were afraid of the kerosene lamps? Ah, it seems that it is true, oh, they also seem to be afraid of the burning smell of the dried leaves of the fruit tree.

"So many residents of Nalun Town will purchase some dry leaves and place them at home in a superstitious way.

"The story of Sean Town is more complete. The little monsters in this story are not afraid of the smoke burning from dry leaves like the story of Nahlung Town, but are afraid of salt. The story says that they dare not cross the large salt sprinkled on the ground, so that they can escape the lost children and dogs.

"There is also "Black Lake". You should know this story better than me, right?"

"Well." Joel replied in a deep voice, but he did not continue to talk about it. He naturally knew this story. He knew many dark and gloomy fables in the north, and the longest one was "Black Lake". According to the fable, only wooden stakes made of holy water, holy resin and fruit trees can truly kill the little monster.

No matter which thing in the story is, they don’t have it at hand at this moment. Tsk, Joel was secretly shocked. If Anthony was here, there would definitely be a way to deal with these things? After all, that guy really knows a lot. Maybe he was a scholar in Lighthouse City before he became a mercenary, and it might not be possible?

"Are these stories really useful?" Ronnie said to herself in doubt, "Will these superstitions be killed by life at critical moments?"

"What do you want to say?" Joel asked after glanced at Ronnie.

"Look, aren't the little monsters afraid of light? Maybe they are not afraid of the smoke or smell of the leaves burning, but just the fire light emitted when the leaves burn; and there is salt. This thing can really hurt the little monsters, right? Maybe, I think it's enough to have enough salt rock and enough strength." Ronnie said to look at the darkness ahead.

Mercenaries believed nothing. Joel had heard of this before. Many of them believed only the sword in their hands.

"It's almost time to the city gate!" Suddenly, the guards cheered for surprise and cheered everyone, and the guards at the city gate seemed to have noticed the strangeness on their side and began to wave torches at them.

The horse-riding guards beside Barritt also waved the torches in their hands to respond, and suddenly the guards' screams of horror came from the team again.

Barrit looked over quickly and saw three crossbow arrows hit a beast that was rushing towards them. The beast let out a mourn and fell into the snow. The guards did not stop for a moment, and the beast's body, which was still twitching slightly, was thrown away by the flames and was swallowed by the darkness again.

"They are coming! Brighten my eyes!" Barrit shouted loudly, "Don't let anyone dare to get close!"

"Come!" Joel heard Ronnie exclaiming, turned his head and saw only those eyes flashing with fire in the darkness pounced on them. The dense number of eyes made Joel feel cold on his back. Are there so many beasts? Joel reached out and held the black sword around his waist tightly to "silence".

The group of wild beasts was desperate and hit the guards' team from the flanks. They roared into the guards' positions. The beasts in front were killed by iron tools, but the death of their companions did not make these beasts afraid, but rushed in even more fearlessly.

Once these beasts bite the things, they never let go. Many guards screamed in horror, and more beasts rushed towards them. However, these beasts showed a very abnormal behavior: they did not attack like simple beasts, but instead they tore a hole in the guards like a well-trained army, and then more crazy beasts of all sizes rushed into their positions, causing the horses to roar in panic and raise their front hooves.

"They are here!" Barritt's scream made Joel, who had tightly tied the reins, clamped the saddle and stirrups to avoid being thrown off his back, reacted.

He saw the beasts rushing towards him. Their target was not himself. Joel knew clearly that their target was to sit behind him and hug him tightly.

Suddenly, Joel seemed to see a shadow, and it hid in the shadow under the running beast, with scarlet eyes flashing with resentful light. They came. Joel thought.

Joel clamped the horse's back, loosened the reins, held his fingers into the air, and almost blinked his eyes and took out a bottle of strong wine from his "backpack". He threw it above the heads of the beasts running towards them, and then smashed the torch in his other hand.

The wine bottle broke, and the strong wine burned and burst into a blue flame when it touched the flame. The wine bottle exploded with the cold air and the scorching wine flames. The debris burned and the flames fell down. The horses and beasts, even the guards and Ronnie on the side were shocked. The burning wine spilled on the fur of the beast. In an instant, the green flames swallowed three larger beasts.

Joel saw a black shadow piercing towards the shadow of the horse under Joel, and its thin body was shining with black smoke when it was shining by the fire.

"Joel! It got under the horse's body!" Ronnie also saw the shadow at this moment. He reminded loudly, but Joel had no choice. If Hemi had not hugged his waist, he might have jumped off the horse and stabbed the monster directly with his sword.

There was a riot on the guards' team, and naturally the guards at the city gate were noticed. The sound of trumpets ran through the night, and then the guards holding torches continued to climb up the city wall.

Barrit was surrounded by a group of beasts at this moment. His cousin had fallen off his horse. The horses began to run around in frightened and knocked down, hurting several guards. The cousin's feet were stuck in the stirrups and dragged forward. His face stepped into the snow and could not let out a wail. A group of beasts chased him until the horses rushed into the darkness with their men.

Barritt waved his steel sword and slashed the beasts, while shouting loudly to calm the guards down, but it was useless at this moment. When he discovered this fact, he immediately gritted his teeth and rushed towards the city gate.

After the beasts found that attacking Barrit in iron armor had no effect, they chose to attack his mount. Several beasts rushed forward fearlessly, but were kicked out of their bones by the frightened horse. After a wail, they died and fell into the darkness.

However, the horse did not kick the beasts every time. Finally, a crazy wolf pounced on it and bit the horse's abdomen, and its sharp teeth tore the horse open. Although the wolf was kicked to death by the horse's hooves after being thrown off, Barrit's mount was torn apart and his intestines fell out of the wound. Barrit made a terrified scream, and then his horse fell down with one of his legs under the horse's corpse.

The pain of hitting the ground and being pressed down on his legs made him almost dizzy. The torch in his hand also landed on the snow, making a hissing sound, and the flames began to go out. Barrit resisted the vomiting caused by the dizziness and began to struggle to crawl out from under the horse's corpse, but suddenly found that in the darkness at the edge of the flames, a pair of scarlet eyes were staring at him.

Barrit almost screamed. He waved the steel sword in his hand and forced the shadow away. Then the beast rushed towards him, but his iron sword blocked the beast's fangs and claws. But he didn't know how long this would last for him, and he felt regret for the first time. No, I shouldn't die like this. Barrit thought in despair that it would be too cowardly to die like this, and I wouldn't even die in battle.

I don't want to die. Barrit looked at the scarlet eyes rushing towards him in despair, and the torches that fell on the snow had almost been extinguished.
Chapter completed!