The reason André had taken the initiative to deliver food to the townspeople was because he could not bear to see the children starve. After all, he had lived in a relatively developed society in his previous life and had received a perfect education. The moral bottom line in his subconscious made it impossible for him to watch the children be sent out into the wild to fend for themselves.
After all, he had personally experienced the days in the wild without food or warm clothing. He knew how painful and despairing it was, so he would take the initiative to help as long as he could.
Similarly, he also understood how sad it was for the parents who abandoned their children, so he swore to himself that he would try his best not to let such a tragedy happen again.
It could be said that the townspeople's understanding of André was a beautiful misunderstanding.
This was a difference caused by culture. Just like the primitive tribe members living in the forest, they would never understand the thoughts of the residents of a bustling metropolis.
Some things that were worthless in the eyes of the former could bring wealth, honor, and status in the eyes of the latter, while food, medicine, and metal that the latter could buy at any time were incomparably precious in the eyes of the former.
André desired the status of a free citizen and leave this corner abandoned by civilization. The things that the townspeople valued were completely useless to him, and perhaps only the merchant Lotte in the entire Lonely Mountain Town could more or less understand his thoughts.
The town was not big, and within a few minutes, everyone had arrived at the entrance. The blacksmith Warren, who had always had a straightforward personality, shouted loudly, "Hey!
Fellow in front, are the invaders orcs or wild beasts? "
"Neither!
I think we're in big trouble. Hurry up and light up the beacon tower. The enemy this time is not something we can handle. "
The one who spoke was a sturdy old man around fifty years old.
He wore a standard half-body armor and held a longsword and shield in his hands. There was also a bronze medal hanging on his chest.
This person was the current mayor of Lonely Mountain Town — Balor.
According to legend, he had been a glorious military officer of the kingdom when he was young and had a bright future. However, because he had wrongly fallen in love with a noble lady, he had been cruelly suppressed and finally thrown here to await his death.
André did not know if the rumors were true or false, but the old man did indeed have good swordsmanship. He had even learned from him for a few months and benefited greatly.
"Mayor, is this necessary?
We didn't even get a clear look at the black shadows, "a villager asked cautiously.
"There's no need to see them clearly. I can smell them with my nose alone. Moreover, the seven families living at the entrance of the village have all mysteriously disappeared. This alone is enough to attract attention.
Don't worry, I'll explain the situation when Baron Iverson's men arrive.
Now, all the militiamen are divided into three teams and take turns to guard here. Don't let your guard down. I hope we can survive until the reinforcements arrive. "After saying that, Mayor Barlow sighed deeply.
From his furrowed brows, it was obvious that the situation was very bad. Otherwise, he wouldn't have said such discouraging words.
André squeezed through the crowd and came to the mayor's side. He lowered his voice and asked, "Tell me, what kind of monster is attacking Lonely Mountain Town?"
Old Barlow looked left and right. After confirming that there was no one else eavesdropping, he clenched his teeth and said, "Listen, child. I know that you are one of the few smart people in this town, and you are always thinking about making contributions and becoming a free citizen.
But this time, the situation is different. Don't take the risk, or you'll find that the enemy is more troublesome than you can imagine. "
"Trouble?
How troublesome can it be?
The mammoths, winter wolves, and snow bears in the frozen wastelands. The tigers, leopards, wild wolves, and black bears in the Black Forest. Didn't all these ferocious beasts become my prey in the end? "
Seeing that the old man didn't reveal anything, André could only pretend to be arrogant on purpose, trying to provoke him into telling the truth.
He could see that the mayor definitely knew what the enemy was.
"Damn it!
I know you've hunted many powerful beasts, and there's no lack of magical beasts among them. But they're all alive!
And the enemy that's attacking this time is dead!
Do you understand, kid?
Stay in the town obediently. If you dare to sneak out, I'll break your legs! "After saying that, old Barlow waved his fist threateningly, turned around, and began to divide the militiamen into teams.
André's eyes shone with a strange light, and he muttered softly, "Alive?
Dead?
It can't be the undead … "
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of footsteps on the steep path leading down the mountain. Then, there was a large amount of green light, which looked very scary.
"They're … They're here!
They're here! "
No one knew who shouted first, but all the hill-dwellers instantly entered battle mode. Even though there was no one to command them, they formed a tight formation of spears in a short period of time, completely blocking the entrance.
Due to the long period of fighting with the orcs, they had already trained their efficiency to be comparable to professional soldiers. Almost everyone knew their own position. Beside them were either relatives or friends, and behind them was the home that they relied on for survival. Thus, there was no need to worry about the problem of morale.
As the green light got closer and closer, the appearance of the enemy finally appeared in front of everyone.
They were about the same height and weight as humans. Their foreheads were slanted, their lower jaws protruded, and their two canine teeth were clearly exposed. With their rough gray skin, it was very obvious that they were orcs.
But they were different from normal orcs. Their eyes were completely white and had no pupils. At the same time, their behavior was very strange. Each of them was like an old man who walked unsteadily. Most importantly, there was a foul stench coming from all over their bodies, and there was a green stone embedded in their foreheads. The light just now had come from there.
Such a strange scene made the hill-dwellers somewhat uneasy, and they all looked at the mayor.
"Damn it!
Damn it!
Damn it!
Damn it!
Damn it! "
Old Barlow said "damn it" five times in one breath. Then, he raised his shield and shouted, "Pay attention!
These are not normal orcs!
They're already dead, they're undead!
When fighting, try to attack the green stone on their heads. That's their only weakness! "
"Undead!
They're actually evil undead! "
"God!
Quickly come and save us! "
…
For a moment, many people began to tremble, and their mouths kept chanting all kinds of prayers.
After all, there were too many terrifying legends about the undead creatures that had spread throughout the continent. They might have the courage to fight with a group of burly orc warriors, but facing a group of dead people who had been resurrected by supernatural forces was another matter.
After all, the former was a body of flesh and blood that could be commonly understood, while the latter were the living dead that were not controlled by supernatural forces.