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The golden soup gradually took shape with the obscure spell.

During this period, living corpses driven by some force occasionally fell down, and some approached Patch and were defeated by this mysterious man in various ways.

Some of them got close to Jack Baldo, and were easily crushed into powder by the burst of force.

"I said, brother, it was my fault just now. You see, it's not an option for us to stay here all the time. How about we cooperate."

There was no movement above, and after getting a chance to breathe, Pachi held up the armpits of a living corpse that had fallen to the ground, racked his brains to talk, and tried to restore the relationship that he had broken with his own hands.

"You give me a cushion and use your miracle to push me up. I'll climb up and pull you up."

Bang~

After dragging these mutilated living corpses to the corner of the well, Patch panted and held on to the wall. After all, Patch couldn't bear the torture at the bottom of the well. He couldn't bear that he, who should be free, would be trapped in a small dry well.

He was arranging the long rope on the ground that he had torn off along with Jack Baldo.

Knowing that he was stupid, Jackbaldo simply ignored him, treating him as nothing, and not caring about his discussions, as if leaving here was not that important to him.

"Hmm~"

This is natural. Jack Baldo undertakes an unknown mission. This mission is related to his friendship and his belief. He does not want to complete this mission, but he has to do it.

Fortunately, there was still a lot of time. Even the fire-prevention woman guarding the sacrificial site had advised him not to be impatient. He could think quietly, his thoughts fighting in his mind, waiting for the moment when he made a choice.

"Brother, have you returned any bone fragments? If so, give me one."

The Onion Knight put down his helmet, as if he thought Patch was an eyesore, turned around, toasted to the wall, drank it in a gulp, and let out a long belch.

Boom!

The ground shook, dust shook off, and gravel hit Patch's shiny bald head.

"Why is there so much noise outside?"

Patch's head was bald and his ears were pressed against the wall of the well, capturing the movement of the outside world.

There was the sound of armor rubbing together.

Patch instinctively thought of Lothric.

Howl!

The roar of the dragon came, making him tremble in fright.

"Hey~"

Patch really wanted to run away now. He sighed. The two of them were in this situation. He could only blame himself. He could only blame him for not thinking carefully enough.

He overestimated himself and underestimated the Catalina Knights.

"Anyone is welcome, come and save me, or just bring some living corpses over."

At this moment, Patch wished that more of those living corpses would fall in, so that he could pile up their corpses and leave this damn place.

As for why two strangers were trapped here.

Here's the thing.

"Hmph~"

Patch was walking on the street, humming a light song. He had just escaped from the murderous species of villagers in the undead settlement, and was now on his way to the Punishment Forest.

At first, he made a plan with a thief he knew, and planned to take advantage of the opportunity when the high walls of Lothrik were filled with wandering souls to take away some treasures.

Unfortunately, the development of things was beyond their expectations.

The soldiers on the high wall did not lose their minds. When they entered from outside the city wall, the soldiers were keenly aware of the two foreign intruders and quickly surrounded them.

"Bring it to you."

Patch snatched the return bone fragment that the thief took out, activated it in his puzzled eyes, and waved his hand at him.

"I'll come back to save you."

Leaving him a word of comfort and leaving the thief behind, Patch was teleported to the undead settlement.

It seemed that even God couldn't stand his behavior of betraying his colleagues without hesitation. The residents of the Undead Settlement all attacked him like crazy when they saw him.

He had no choice but to escape from the Undead Settlement first and came all the way to the Punishment Forest, his hiding place.

As for rescuing the thief, since the way back has been blocked by an unfriendly undead settlement, we won't go there. We just need to recuperate in the cave and sort out our harvest.

Who is he, he is free Patch, indomitable Patch.

Anyway, that Glarat would die if he went back. It would be better to be caught and stay in prison. Those troops who somehow had intelligence should also remember the laws of Lothric. So what if they were caught just for stealing.

Just a few days in jail.

Is it more important that he be free?

It's true, he won't die. Speaking of the immortal settlement, throwing him on the high wall can be regarded as saving him. If he is really dead, the worst thing is to collect his body.

He was just a passerby with whom he could chat, and he was not a thief. Patch thought it would be good if he was willing to collect his body.

Throwing the useless return bone fragments to the ground, Patch, who had been resting in his hiding place for several months, left the cave and stepped forward.

The Undead Settlement couldn't go back, and naturally it couldn't go back to the high wall. It would be safer to leave the thief there. Next, he planned to visit the Netherworld Church. It was said that there was a way to freely enter and leave Irushil.

In the apocalypse, the once powerful country was vulnerable. Even the ruthless man who executed almost all the famous people in the old era to complete the spread of fire could not allow the world to last long.

Although he doesn't understand why he can live forever, Patch only hopes that he can be good enough and comfortable enough, even if it is all based on the misfortune of others.

He hummed a song and crossed the hills. In order to avoid the living corpses, he came to the small purification church and left behind his mind the small incident that happened not long ago that was nothing in his long life.

"Hey there."

The honest voice stopped him, and Patch turned his head. The man's attire was familiar to him. He was a knight from Catalina wearing an onion-shaped helmet.

They have a well-known characteristic.

Very easy to deceive.

"Hello~ Did you encounter any difficulties?"

With a professional smile on his face, Patch said hello, his eyes flashing, no one knew what bad idea he might have.

"Ah, I did encounter a little difficulty."

Reaching out and scratching his onion helmet, Jack Baldo asked, "Do you know where there is a source of water that we can use?"

It has been several months since he said goodbye to the Fireproof Girl and his companions and left the undead settlement. After being blocked by the barrier in Irushil, Jackbaldo was looking for a new path and ended up getting lost in the lush forest.

Everything around me seems very strange. Although some traces of the past can be found vaguely, many areas have changed greatly from the past. Even the terrain has changed greatly, making it impossible to follow the route in my memory. use.

Moreover, most of the people I met along the way were not very friendly. The lumberjacks I met in the forest had lost their minds. Moss and wooden sticks grew on their skin, linking the long rotten wooden stick to their skinny bodies. together.

Fortunately, his armor had good defense and could easily withstand these attacks, so he was able to leave without any danger.

Later, he met a kind-hearted beautiful girl who showed him the way in the Forest of Punishment. After friendly negotiations with the old crystallizer who blocked the way, he came to the outskirts of the Netherworld Church and was lost like this for several months.

"My armor is stained with a lot of blood, and it has soaked into the lining. Unfortunately, the water source here seems to be contaminated, and it is full of flesh-eating maggots. This makes me very distressed."

Jackbaldo buttoned his plastron, and a large amount of coagulated blood scabs were peeled off, revealing the eggshell-like white color, and said: "It would be great if there was a clean water source that could allow me to take a rest."

“Do you know where there is a safe source of water?”

"——Of course."

His eyes began to roll. Catalina's knight armor was quite expensive. He had planned to collect one back then, but unfortunately the undead man gave it back to the dead Onion Knight's daughter. It broke before I started beating.

"Let me think about it, I seem to remember a place."

Looking around, Patch tried to pretend that he knew this place very well. His eyes finally stopped on a dry well in front of the closed door of the small Purification Church. His eyes lit up and he said: "Look, there is There is a well and there must be clean water in it.”

"Oh, thank you so much."

Jack Baldo came to the well and took off his armor piece by piece.

"What do you call me bro?"

Patch asked with a smile, reaching out and stroking Jack Baldo's armor as if it already belonged to him.

"Jack Baldo, what about you?"

Wearing a pair of Uchimura's chain armor, Jackbaldo stretched his limbs.

"Me. Patch, Indomitable Patch."

Patch?

Jackbaldo remembered the words of the kind and friendly fire prevention girl, and silently paid attention to it. Then he went to the well, only to find that there was no water in it.

"Friend, there seems to be no water in the well."

"It's okay, there will be water soon."

Patch quietly touched behind Jack Baldo, raised his leg and kicked him over.

empty.

Patch fell into the well.

"Friend, what are you planning to do?"

Feeling the strong wind coming from behind him, Jack Baldo, who had been wary of the surrounding environment for a long time, dodged away, only to find that Patch had fallen.

"Oh, I was going to open the water valve, the one next to you, but I accidentally used too much force. I'm sorry."

With his head spinning at high speed, Patch immediately organized his words and laughed dryly.

"Can you pull me up?"

He stretched out his hand to turn the water valve, but found that there was still no water in the well. Jack was a little wary. This man was really a liar, but this place was close to the Deep Church and it was too dangerous to just throw people away, so he put on the armor first. , then I found a rope nearby and planned to rescue this guy.

"Come up."

"Oh oh oh, thank you so much, I will help you fix the water valve."

Patch quickly grabbed the rope that was thrown down and moved up step by step. Just when he was about to leave the dry well, he stretched out his arm.

"Go down and get you!"

Patch pulled Jack Baldo hard, and then snatched the Storm Controller from behind him, intending to collect a wave of interest. Since the armor may not be available, the sword is worth a lot at first glance, and it is an item worth collecting. .

As Jack Baldo also lost his center of gravity, the rope loosened and the two fell together.

"Hey~ didn't you find a place to tie the rope?"

The solid armor hit his thigh, and Patch couldn't help but gasp.

"I can pull you up myself."

After taking back his most cherished Storm Controller, Jack Baldo replied angrily, deciding not to pay attention to this hateful guy anymore.

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Boom~Boom~

As soon as the commotion in the outside world was released, it began to gradually return to silence.

With his head still pressed against the well wall, Patch could sense through the vibrations on the ground that a team of more than ten people was approaching.

The friction of the armor and the reverberation with the ground sounded like heavy armor. There was a slight time gap between the different sounds, which could be used to infer that the diamond-shaped protective formation was advancing.

There is a lighter being in the center, who should be the core of this army.

But why does this existence still look like it's leaning forward to the left? There were two people in the original center?

"Hello! Is there anyone?"

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Patch tried to call for help. He disguised his identity as an ordinary suffering civilian. To be honest, it was convenient that he did not have undead characteristics.

"I am a civilian fleeing Lothric. I am being hunted by living zombies and trapped in this dry well. I need help!"

He tried to make his voice sound flustered and weak to fit the identity he had set for himself.

"Hello! Is there anyone? Help me!"

After trying to call for help a few times, Pachi took some mud from the bottom of the well and wiped it on his face, then pressed it against the wall of the well, swallowed a mouthful of water, and listened to the noise from the outside world.

Jack Baldo glanced at this guy, and if he was still planning to lie, he must stop him.

As if hearing his cry for help, the team's marching route stopped. It should be that under the order of their commander, they changed their formation and moved towards the dry well.

Being able to respond to language means that this unit does have the ability to make decisions, and at least its commander must be able to communicate.

"Huh~"