Portley Family!

It is known for serving the goddess of light for generations and inheriting the [Witch Hunter] path.

Since the Holy War, the main lineage followed the Church of Goddess of Light to the White Eagle Federation, and has continued to decline.

However, some of the branches that have the blood of the witcher should have been preserved in a long time, especially the branches that were left in the Chris Empire.

Rhodes once inquired about this and received news that the other party was also declining.

Sulu didn't expect that at the forefront of the war between humans and aliens, a very pure blooded Miao family could be found at the forefront of humans' war with foreign races.

"Alena?"

He looked at the scavenger camp below, and those who retreated but remained fierce and never left, but were silently silent at the werewolf grinning inside the camp.

Several former scavengers were even caught and enjoyed the treatment of being dismembered and devoured.

"No……"

Seeing this scene, all the scavengers in the camp were red.

"Can't go out!"

Alena gritted her teeth and roared: "Otherwise, she will be attacked by their plan! We have sent a signal that as long as we persist for a long time, the rescue will come!"

"How come these damn wolf cubs are so smart today?"

A bearded man next to him spat hard and said.

"Yes, they are not so tough usually. They will leave without any result after an impact... and will not be so brave unless they have a commander."

Alena affirmed.

Although ordinary gnolls are cruel, their cunning levels are only comparable to those of animals.

But the true extraordinary ones will open up wisdom comparable to humans.

"Is there a zombie priest supporting it? Or is it an awakened zombie warlock?" Beard gritted his teeth, looked around, and whispered: "We don't have many bullets anymore, and we may not be able to hold on to the rescue team..."

Alena had a low expression, knowing that this was the truth.

This small camp forward was destined to be destroyed, and the path she had to face was either to escape or die.

"so what……"

She stared at this teammate and asked calmly.

Scavengers can be regarded as mercenaries, and there may be friendships in them, but there will never be many.

"So...if we several professionals unite, we might be able to fight a path!" The bearded voice was cold.

"Save others as bait?"

Alena roared in a low voice: "I will never do this, I have sworn! I will not give up on my companion!"

"Don't be stupid. There are hundreds of zombies outside, and there are also possible spell casting professions such as priests and sorcerers. We will only die if we stay here, and there is no other meaning."

The beard growled as well.

"Maybe, my head is very stupid, but my father said something, at this time, he chose to live to death!"

Alena suddenly stood up and whispered: "All professionals stand up. We will kill into the pile of wolfs before the next attack and kill their head wolf!"

The scavengers looked at each other, and their beards stared at her like fools.

When they rushed into the pile of wolves, they would not come back alive even if they could find the leader wolf, but would be torn to pieces by the angry wolf pack!

"This is the only way to keep most people alive, I need teammates."

The girl looked at the others bravely.

Unfortunately, most people lowered their heads and dared not look at her eyes.

"Maybe...wait a little longer, the empire's support is coming soon."

"You have to be a hero and go by yourself, don't pull us."

"The camp is very safe, going out is seeking death!"

...

All kinds of eyes and mumbling sounds came, almost making the girl crazy.

"Ahhhh!"

At this moment, another deep and desolate howl of wolf came.

In the center of many werewolfs, an elderly werewolf with gray hair surrounded by a grayish-haired rogue. Its green eyes emitted a fierce and cunning light, and a necklace strung with skulls of unknown creatures on its neck.

It glanced coldly at the camp and stood a huge wooden stake on the ground.

A circle of light spread, and all the wereggars roared to the sky as if they had taken some big tonic.

Amid the wolf roars one after another, the scavengers in the camp looked at each other.

"The Gnoll... the High Priest?"

"This... is at least equivalent to a fourth-level professional...especially, it can increase the various abilities of ordinary gnolls...make them comparable to second-level!"

"We're dead...we're dead." The beard was lost and he didn't even have the idea of ​​running away.

"This...is probably not going to be killed."

The light in Alena's eyes also completely dimmed.

But just as she was about to welcome death calmly.

The world in her eyes suddenly became slow, and everyone's wailing and praying... seemed to be separated from her by a thin film.

The flow rate of time became slower and eventually, it stopped completely.

Whether it is the people and things around, or even the gnolls who re-charged, they all become sculptures at this moment.

"Why?"

Alena looked at her hands: "What's going on?"

"Many strong unwillingness... are really delicious emotions..."

A voice came and turned into a young knight.

"Who are you?" In the still world, Alena looked at the Knight, and her heart had sunk.

"Chief Knight of the Apocalypse, my Lord heard your call and ordered me to come!" Sulu replied seriously.

Alena seemed to have been cut on her face: ‘No way... it was just a plea from dozens of people before their death, and even the seven righteous gods would disdain. How could it be so coincidental that it attracted an unknown existence?’

She thought, perhaps the casual words of these companions before their death, "I don't know what it exists, please save me!", which attracted a certain evil god or a false god!

But judging from the fact that one of the other party’s relatives can create this level of “mystery”, it is very likely that this is a real god.

"My God is called the 'Spirit Lord'. Are you willing to... hand over everything you have in exchange for strength?"

Sulu stared at Alena with interest.

In front of a god, she could not even hide her memory, and Sulu browsed her life without any trace.

Alena Portley was born into a family of demon hunters in the Chris Empire. Because the Goddess Church left the alliance, the Portley branch was suppressed and hostile for a long time. It was the twilight period of Ragnarok. By the time Alena was born, the family had already declined and even owed huge debts.

In order to avoid creditors and to find new opportunities, her father brought Alena when he was a child to the Zotlan continent and became the first generation of colonists.

It’s a pity that her father was not very strong and was attacked by a werewolf during a hunting trip.

Elona is the only one who struggles to survive until now.
Chapter completed!