Chapter 29: Life and Death Battle on a Rainy Night (Part )
The lightning made everything in the world pale, illuminating Durdafo's fat face where joy and hatred danced together.

Although his vision was blurring, Horn saw something else.

There was a bush just behind Durdafo, about five steps away from them.

Under the bushes, there sat a tall woman.

Horn couldn't see her face clearly, only a pair of red eyes.

Although she was tall, her movements were like those of a child. She hugged her knees and hid in the bushes nearby, shivering, looking over here pitifully and curiously.

In her hand, Horn saw a familiar object. It was the equipment he had just obtained - the bone flute.

This is the last hope.

Then, in a burst of lightning, Durdafer saw Horn make a strange movement.

He tilted his head, picked up a branch with difficulty, put it to his pouting lips, and made a silent "thump thump" sound.

This is?

Before Durdafer could figure out what was happening, a melodious flute sound reached his eardrums.

The sound of the flute was soft and warm, as if returning to the mother's arms, soaking in the amniotic fluid that wrapped the body.

So comfortable.

Durdafo himself didn't realize when he loosened his hands.

The person he was pinning down also staggered out.

Horn grabbed a wooden stick or something and swung it hard on Durdafer's temple.

It was like the sound of a watermelon bursting mixed with thunder, which frightened the red-eyed woman so much that her whole body trembled. Even the bone flute fell to the ground, and the sound of the flute stopped immediately.

"Boom!"

Durdafer's body tilted and his head hit the ground hard.

His eyeballs were stained with blood, his face was blue and red, but there was still a smile on his lips.

Only then did Horn have time to lower his head and stare at the weapon in his hand in a daze. He thought it was a wooden stick, but it turned out to be the black bread in the fat priest's hand.

I have to say that the quality of this bread is really good. It collided with his armed sword several times, but it only left a half-finger-deep cut.

Horn leaned over, holding the black bread in his hand on the ground, breathing heavily.

After about two seconds, he walked forward, stepped on the fat priest's back with one foot, swung the black bread stick, and hit the back of the fat priest's head more than ten times like a madman, and then sat down in the water.

Sitting on the ground, Horn breathed heavily. He could feel that his forehead was terribly hot.

He had wanted to track down the Iron-Tooth Monk, but after the fierce battle just now, he was completely exhausted.

Not only is this fat priest difficult to deal with, he also has so many companions. It would have been fatal if I had let him go carelessly before.

A violent flash of light appeared behind him, and the continuous screams almost drowned out the thunder.

Horn turned around and saw Jeanne flying back and forth among the crowd like a Valkyrie. He thought that the time for the holy water might have passed.

The holy flag in his hand was like the god of death's scythe, and every time it was swung, it would take away a life. Soon, only one or two night watch guards were left standing.

Seeing Jeanne rushing towards them, they even jumped into the water to escape in panic, but were swept away by the current until even their shadows could not be seen.

These second witnesses solved, so what to do with the escaped priest?

Although the straight-line distance from here to the Gulag Monastery is short, you need to go around the hillside from the side and walk up the stairs. If you really want to walk, it will take at least ten minutes to get up.

is there time?
No, they had to catch up. If only he and Jeanne chased after him, the monk would not be able to run fast because he had been injured before.

He must not be allowed to see Durdafo alive! Otherwise, Horn would have no choice but to join the secret party, which was the last thing he wanted.

Just as Horn gritted his teeth and stood up, a light lit up in front of him, startling him and making him jump suddenly.

The source of the light was a whale oil lamp, held by a pale and dry hand.

The lights flickered in the darkness, casting mottled shadows.

The footsteps of the person who came made a squeaking sound on the wet ground.

The leader, wearing a leather cloak, raised the whale oil lamp in his hand and illuminated Horn's face.

They looked at Horn blankly, seemingly not understanding what was going on.

On the other side, after defeating all the soldiers present, Jeanna turned around and saw Horn who was surrounded.

Although they didn't know who these people were, they still ran over anxiously. The rest of the people picked up the soldiers' weapons and rushed towards Horn.

"You are……"

The leader, Madeleine, opened his eyes wide. Before he could finish his words, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, creating a hole in the ground in front of him.

"Witch?" The red-bearded man behind Madeleine growled in disbelief.

Before he could finish his words, Jeanne, holding a holy flag wrapped in lightning, appeared like a drop from the sky and blocked their way.

There were about forty or fifty of these people, all young and middle-aged. Judging from their clothes, they were basically wearing linen and animal skins, and some even had bare bony upper bodies.

The electric light and the light reflected each other. Over Jeanne's shoulder, Horn saw the bald monk with a bruised face behind the leader.

Although the vision was blurry, from the reflection of his broken teeth, he could still tell that this was the Iron-Tooth Monk from before.

This group of people should be refugees, but why would they beat up a clergyman?

Before Horn could resolve his doubts, he suddenly heard a scream that was so exciting that the voice changed.

Looking back, I saw a short, fat old man taking several steps back facing the body of the fat priest on the ground.

"Father Durdafor!"

Hearing this, the faces of everyone present changed, including Horn.

Damn it, is Durdafer here?
Although his consciousness was blurred, Horn's body tensed up instantly. He grabbed Jeanne's shoulders, indicating that she should be ready to escape at any time.

"It is Father Durdafor!"

"It is really Father Durdafor!"

Before Horn could come up with a strategy to deal with the situation, several monks in black robes squeezed out from behind the crowd and rushed towards this side, crying and shouting.

But Horn waited and waited, but no one came.

He looked around, but it was dark and rainy night and he could not see anything.

Looking back, Horn was puzzled to find that everyone should be looking towards the monastery. Didn't they say that Father Durdaffer was coming?

Why are all eyes focused on me?
Wait! The refugees' gazes were not focused on him, but behind him.

Horn's body stiffened as if he had thought of something.

When Horn turned his head, he could even hear the sound of his spine crackling.

Taking a deep breath, Horn looked at the body of the fat priest. With Jeanne's illumination, the body of the fat priest and the gold and silver on the ground all appeared in front of Horn.

This, could it be that this is Durdafu?

(End of this chapter)