Chapter 256: Julius's Bewitching

"How is it?" Francis walked through the soldiers.

The intelligence brought by Chud Osmar allowed them to evacuate the camp in advance and make full preparations for the battle.

They didn't have much to eat at lunch and couldn't walk too far, but being able to choose the location of the battle was a big advantage.

A low hill with slopes and woods was his chosen location.

The view here is very good, and they can lie down in the snow and snipe the enemy from a high position.

However, there was still a while before the battle. The soldiers of the Salvation Army were leaning against trees or sitting in front of bushes, doing final inspections of their weapons.

A soldier leaning against a tree spat on the ground. The liquid hit the snow and soon began to change its texture: "Those two bastards left us too little time, otherwise we could have done more."

"Those two" obviously refers to Chud Osmar and the fat guy next to him.

The Salvation Army still needs their help, but no one respects them.

Even if they were allies, help came too late. Even if they had known about the locals' combat operations one day earlier, they would have been able to do more than they could now.

Some people think that if it weren't for Osmar's special request, maybe they wouldn't have so many sick people.

Francis felt the same way about such complaints, and of course he would not defend the master and servant pair.

As he passed by, a soldier next to him trembled while holding a long rifle and lamented: "I really hope the battle ends soon. It's too cold here. We can't make a fire yet, and my eggs are frozen when I urinate."

"If it's going to fall, then hold it up." Francis stopped and answered him: "It's not up to me to decide whether it will be fast or not. It depends on how many guns they have."

Another soldier spoke for him: "It will definitely end before tomorrow. Anyway, either we will die or they will die."

"If I still can't live in the house tonight, I'd better die."

With this complaint, more and more people joined the discussion.

"My back is still bleeding, and there may be pus in the future. Do you think those two bastards will repay us?"

"They can't even cut a knife into their skin. I think it won't be difficult for them to kill the remaining people. Isn't there some kind of transshipment ceremony?"

"They will definitely help us. They will keep us useful."

"Hey, I don't need much help from them. I just want to warm the fire in the house, eat well, drink wine, and find a woman."

"Pfft - looking for a woman? You should raise your eggs first."

"You can give me the eggs if you can't keep them alive. I haven't eaten meat in the past few days."

"get out!"

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The silent jungle gradually aroused laughter, softening the atmosphere here.

Faced with the soldiers' gossip and vulgar jokes, Francis did not stop them. Instead, he participated in them and talked freely about his future plans.

Soldiers will do many boring things when they are nervous before a battle. This is also a way to express stress. Keeping their nerves tense will make them depressed and their state will decline. The most serious situation may be to escape from the battle.

There was no gendarmerie here, and it was impossible for him to actually kill those who escaped from the battle, because the manpower was too small, and killing one of them would be a huge waste.

"Speaking of which, it seems that we haven't heard the devil's whisper for a while." A soldier suddenly mentioned something that had been bothering them for a long time but had been ignored recently.

The "devil's whisper" would appear from time to time in the past, and would appear on everyone at the same time, giving them a splitting headache and wishing to end their lives, but these symptoms have not appeared since they escaped from Sasha City. .

This is definitely not a cure, because they haven't done anything yet.

House of Troubles agreed to help them, but only after they showed their worth.

"Perhaps we are lucky these days, and we will be able to experience it again in a while." The person next to him answered hesitantly.

"Maybe Gevo is a good place." This answer was met with a burst of "boos".

"If this was a good place, the priest could hold services in Mokok's Dermatitis, because it is so sacred."

Another person devoutly drew a Cross of Holy Swords on his chest: "There's no need to go so far, let's just pray here. May Heavenly Father bless us and don't let us hear that whisper during the battle."

This statement was quickly recognized by everyone, and they all fell silent unanimously, praying not to let bad luck suddenly come to them.

As the first person clasped their fingers in front of their chests, more and more people started doing the same.

They lowered their weapons, lowered their faces, low prayers came from their lips, and the words of the scriptures began to echo on the hillside.

"I walked under the barren sky, but the dark smoke obscured the starlight because it did not allow me to open my eyes. The painful and dirty air breeds evil things, making it impossible to see."

"There are snakes on the ground snaking around the poisonous weeds, thieves at the wells killing those who try to get water, thirst and hunger, everything is unbearable, and the pain of traveling is exhausting."

"When I was about to fall, I heard many voices. They were the voices of fellow believers."

"The many voices seemed to be removing the sin from my body. Invisible fellow believers were praying in the smoke. Fuzzy shadows were floating around."

"Their songs were in one language and one tune."

"I asked the shadows in the mist: 'Brothers I have never met, how can you see the light in the mist, see the road clearly, and where are you going?'"

"A joyful voice answered me: 'If the smoke does not let us see, the ears will replace the eyes to bring us closer. We will go as far as the Father allows us to go, until we see the majestic heaven of the Creator.'"

A special sound came from the wind, and the soldier who was performing the sentinel mission suddenly turned around and waved his hands, and the sound of prayer suddenly stopped.

The Saviors stopped praying, opened their clasped hands again, grabbed the snow and smeared it on their bodies, making the surface of their clothes dyed the same white as the environment.

When these preparations were completed, they picked up their long rifles, bent down and quickly dispersed.

Like scattered flocks of birds, they each occupied a high ground, waiting for the team that hunted them to arrive.

Clayton looked at their backs indifferently.

The werewolves had found the traces of the Saviors at some point, but had not yet raised the flag.

This place is too close to the Saviors, and there are sentinels among these people observing the surroundings. The bright flags may expose his position.

Moreover, the local hunters are not stupid. They know how dangerous it is to use humans as prey. When the observer saw him appear on the tree and the direction of his view, he knew that the Saviors were nearby.

The hunter team has slowed down, and the focus of exploration has changed from speed to a more comprehensive search.

Clayton was climbing on the treetops to observe the deployment of the Saviors. Suddenly, a bird chirped over his head, and a waxy yellow object fell from the air and was caught steadily by his palm.

The yellow wolf eyes instantly determined what this thing was, and he showed a look of astonishment.

"You gave him the Hand of Glory?"

Although it was a question, Julius was very sure.

Donna stared at the street gradually sinking into darkness outside the window and hummed, and her hands that sent the flying birds were still spread on the windowsill.

"I don't know what Clayton went out for, but I think he might need this thing now."

The spell of sharing fate is still in effect, but the priority of the hand of glory is higher than the spell she cast. It is more appropriate to give this strange object to Uncle Clayton, which will reduce the bad luck of both of them at the same time. Although it will help her less, she doesn't think she will be attacked again if she stays in the cabin.

"Why don't you give it to him in person?"

Donna turned her head to look at Julius who was holding the candlestick, but before she spoke, the other party explained himself: "If you give it to him in person, he won't want it."

"Don't you know?" The girl said with some dissatisfaction.

"I'm just curious why you didn't follow him secretly. If it was a week ago, you should be on your way to follow him now, and I can't stop you now."

Julius raised his injured arm slightly to signal, and Donna glared at him, but there was nothing she could do to refute.

She still felt that she could fearlessly throw herself into any battle, because Brakora had trained her spirit so that she could face those bloody scenes. But reason told her that it would be better not to do anything that would make Clayton unhappy. Her mother had never shown disappointment in her choice, and if she continued to go against Clayton's wishes, she had a premonition that she would disappoint her uncle.

She was not afraid of punishment, but she was afraid of disappointing people, which was more terrifying than corpses and so-called ghosts.

Especially when she showed her fear of the nature of the darkborn, Clayton's face had already revealed a hint of disappointment.

He thought he had hidden it well, but Donna could see it.

Donna knew everything.

This was the first time she had seen that kind of look on the face of a relative. She was not used to it, nor did she like it, and it would not change in the future. Just imagining that this look appeared on the face of a relative again made her feel uncomfortable, and it was different from the discomfort when she knew that Barbara would have an appetite for her-it was as if she had turned into a garlic.

However, in this turbulent time, she couldn't do anything to help in person, and this feeling also made her feel empty.

"So boring." She said softly.

Julius seemed to fully understand this situation. He smiled kindly, walked to Donna's side, put down the candlestick, and looked at the street outside the window with her.

"Clayton thinks it's his own business and doesn't want us to intervene, but we are not completely helpless."

Donna turned her head and looked at him suspiciously.

"I just know that there is one thing he doesn't have time to deal with, and it's just right for us to do it."

"Why don't I know about this?" the girl asked.

"Because it's not serious yet, it hasn't appeared in your eyes, but a fire that can destroy a block is just a small flame at the beginning." Julius stretched out his intact hand to close the window - in order to make it easier to change his own medicine, he wore less: "The weather these days is very suitable for vampires to go out, but Ian Lazarus has been out for too long, don't you think?"

Donna nodded.

Ian went out at two o'clock in the afternoon, and it was dark but he hadn't returned yet.

Considering that Ian was going to find his old companions, and he didn't like the current situation very much, according to normal logic, he might have betrayed.