“It will take some time to recover…”

Lying quietly on the straw pile, silently watching the girl leaving, Atir's face was calm and he thought quietly in his heart.

In his body, the originally broken internal organs were healing rapidly and gradually becoming stronger under the influence of a certain force.

According to this trend, in half a month, his body can be restored and even directly reached the level of a knight.

There are also knights in the world of the gods, and even the knight power here is very strong.

But in this world, the name of knight is slightly different from that of other worlds.

The knight apprentice is called the apprentice knight, and the knight who activates the seed of life is called the official knight.

The subsequent levels of the Great Knight, the Sky Knight, and the Glorious Knight are called Bronze Knight, Silver Knight, and Golden Knight respectively.

Such a simple and rough division is closely related to the legend of this world.

Legend has it that at the beginning of ancient times, the gods of creation created all things and gods, and a drop of divine power turned into various races.

This is the beginning of the creation of the world, and every creature living on the earth has trembling power.

This is the era of the golden descendants.

The subsequent disaster ended, the Golden Age, the Silver Age, and the Bronze Age followed, and as the final world evolved, it eventually turned into the world today.

In Adier's view, this is actually a process in which the innate powerful ancient bloodline gradually ends and the innate humble ordinary race gradually rises.

However, it is precisely because of the gradual change of this era that the strong people in this world are called this.

As for the level above gold, it is gone in the memory of Atir's body.

In fact, even if it is just a Golden Knight, it is already extremely rare in the entire Tamru Kingdom to which he belongs. On the surface, there are only two Golden Knights in the entire Kingdom.

"Such a weak kingdom?"

Recalling the memory of this body, Adier couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "But, does silver correspond to the level of a formal wizard..."

Compared with the original body of Atir, let alone the Golden Knight, even a silver knight is already an amazing figure.

The strongest father of the entire Bakuru family, Adier, was only a bronze knight, and was just equivalent to a great knight.

Thinking of this, he shook his head secretly, then said nothing, just closed his eyes quietly and lay down in this place.

When Adier was shuttled, he once brought some of the power of his body together. However, due to the differences in the world and the consumption required for teleportation, there was not much power. He could only serve as the first pot of gold to allow Adier to survive the most difficult early stage.

At this moment, with Adier's deep sleep, the original power carried was slowly circulating, causing the blood and blood of the cells in his body to heal, causing the body that was originally on the verge of death to heal quickly, and even continuously elevate the essence of life and continue to advance to a higher level.

Quiet time passes quickly and quickly.

In the next few days, the girl still came to visit her every day. Every time she came, she would bring a bowl of hot soup to keep Atir warm.

With the understanding and buffering of these few days, Atir also understood the girl's name and the surrounding environment.

The girl's name is Wendy, without a surname, and is an orphan who lives with her uncle's family in this place.

Around this is the border of the Tamru Kingdom, which is on the edge of a continuous mountainous area. It was just affected by this war.

The scavengers in front of us are the residents of nearby villages who have been constantly migrating over the past few years and have been born by consolidating the residual items on the battlefield. Many of them are poor farmers.

However, although it was difficult to survive, according to Adier's understanding during this period, these people's character was not too bad. Otherwise, it would be impossible for them to rescue Adier when they first saw him and even kept him until now.

Although it was just a few bowls of hot soup and a camp that barely settled, it was enough for Atir, who had just arrived in this world and was in a dilemma.

He barely got up from the spot, holding a crutch made of thick branches in his hand, Atir barely walked out of the tent and looked around.

It was noon now, and the people who were originally staying here had not come back yet. It seemed that they were going out to search for wreckage on the battlefield.

In the small and dilapidated camp, only some people were left behind, most of whom were people who had lost their mobility difficulties.

An old man with a very old man who might be buried at any time and had a white hair. A middle-aged man with a broken left arm and full of wounds all over his body. There was also a pale but young man,

These three people, coupled with Atir who barely walked out of the camp at this moment, are the only few people left in the camp.

"It's Yasuo."

In the distance, the old white-haired man was lying on a stone, basking in the sun lazily. Looking at Adier who was walking towards him in the distance, he couldn't help but waved his hand and showed a lazy smile on his face: "Do you want to come here to bask in the sun together? Today's sun is very comfortable."

"Just just dry it yourself." He barely walked out of the camp and looked at the old man in the distance. Atir frowned secretly, with some pity in his eyes.

On the old man, he felt a cold breath keenly, hovering on the other person's body for a long time, destroying the other person's internal internal organs completely.

The unknown aura not only affected the other party's body, but also exhausted the other party's large amount of vitality, and soon it was about to be completely exhausted.

According to Atier's estimate, at most two months, the hidden dangers on the other party will explode at one time, completely taking away that pitiful life.

After walking for a distance, a low roar kept coming from the other side.

It was the middle-aged man with his left arm broken, roaring loudly in the tent, as if he had suffered some unimaginable torture.

"Oh, the poisonous insects on his body have attacked again."

Lying on the stone, basking in the sun lazily. Listening to the roar from afar, the old man also smiled bitterly, with an inexplicable sorrow: "It's a pity that Koum was also a first-class warrior back then, a hunter who could hunt big wild boars, but now..."

Atir heard from the old man that the middle-aged man with broken arms seemed to have been the best hunter in this place. In the end, he was caught in poisonous insects when he went to the mountain to hunt, so that he would attack every once in a while and feel in pain.

Atir once saw the middle-aged man. At this time, the other party had completely turned into an incubator of a strange poisonous insect. He was covered with white insect eggs and wriggling larvae all over his body, leaving only his last breath.

"Actually, I'm about the same."

Lying on the big rock, the old men smiled bitterly, looked at the young face of Atir in front of him, and spoke sincerely: "It's better to be young... There is plenty of time to squander and enjoy the beauty of this world..."

"Maybe." Atir did not comment, and slowly turned around and looked out in a certain direction.

Flashes of crisp footsteps came from outside. Outside, the group of scavengers returned in a hurry, carrying some things in their hands.

It was a living corpse, with a strong fear on its face, and its expression looked so vivid.

Looking at the corpse, Atir frowned.

The death of this corpse was so miserable that not only was the whole body torn in half, but the large mouth of blood and flesh on its chest was gone, and together with the internal organs, they all disappeared directly.

"Has this trace been eaten?"

He whispered to himself, keenly feeling an abnormality.

With the return of the group of scavengers, a strange aura slowly came from outside, carrying a breath different from that of a mortal.

If you count carefully, this aura is somewhat similar to the one on the old man beside you.

Thinking of this, he turned around and looked at the old man beside him.

After the group of scavengers came in, he seemed to notice something. An old face like a dead tree was full of solemnity, with a faint fear, as if he felt something.

"It's a ghoul! There's a ghoul nearby!"

He had a strong fear in his eyes and kept muttering this sentence, and for a moment he felt a little dazed.

Seeing his appearance and looking at the chaotic scene outside, Atir shook his head, hesitated for a moment, and finally walked back to his tent and continued to lie inside.

That night, the girl came to Adier's camp again, and while bringing a bowl of hot soup to Aderi, she also told Adier about what happened during the day.

According to the girl, during the day and day, everyone went to the battlefield together to search for wreckage. It was very smooth at the beginning, and even found a battlefield that had not been cleaned up.

This happens to everyone start to get excited, but then a horrible thing happens.

A tall young man who was rushing to the front lost contact at some point. When everyone realized that they found him, they only saw a corpse torn in half.

On the corpse, large pieces of flesh and blood disappeared, and even the internal organs were missing. It seemed that they had been attacked by something, and the whole person was eaten clean.

"Uncle said that there are ghouls nearby. He was finally caught by ghouls because he rushed too far."

Looking at Atir, the girl said while cleaning up the things around her.

She seemed to like to communicate with Adier very much. Every time she stayed in the camp, even if nothing happened, she liked to come in and chat with Adier for a while.

"Did you hear it?" In front of you, Atir suddenly blinked and spoke.

"Ah?" The girl was stunned and didn't realize what it meant.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
Chapter completed!