The shining moonlight illuminated the forest clearing, casting eerie shadows on the ground.

Like a monster, the shadow takes on the shape of a crushed human bone.

This shadow is hidden among the leafy trees, making the cemetery built in the woods appear even wider.

There were tombstones lined up everywhere, like a microcosm of abandoned buildings, giving off a desolate atmosphere. But this terrifying atmosphere gave the man a strange sense of excitement.

"Tonight is the night of celebration."

A man was digging something in the ground with a shovel and talking to himself.

He was wearing a dark coat, and his whole figure seemed to blend into the night, except for his bright eyes.

This guy is the gravekeeper who manages this cemetery.

The raised dog lay beside him, snoring softly while looking curiously at what the owner dug out.

——Well, I found it!

The man's eyes flashed with excitement.

As he dug hard, something was revealed on the ground, which was a female corpse that had decayed like a mummy.

There were rags of clothes that had been eaten away by insects, and the skin that had turned black could also be seen.

But the man confirmed at a glance that the body once belonged to a young woman.

So he happily threw away the shovel, leaned down and hugged the body tightly in his arms.

The smell of death tickled his nostrils, and an indescribable feeling spread in his mind, and his whole body was trembling slightly with excitement.

Then he quickly peeled off the clothes wrapping the body, gently brushed off the loose soil on the skin, and the man licked it hungrily.

The taste of rotten flesh and blood spread in his mouth, this was his favorite thing.

In fact, in this person's boring life, only at this moment can he realize the reality that he is still alive.

I can’t remember exactly which corpse this guy did this to.

Whenever he comes here, he will dig out the corpses one by one, taste the taste of death that penetrates into the bone marrow, and then bury them in the soil.

He has neither family nor lovers. He cannot have any interest in living women.

Those creatures that are noisy all day long need to spend a lot of money to please them.

And, no matter what, the final destination of human beings is to live in the earth.

Death is rebirth.

Among all kinds of corpses, men like the smell of young women's corpses the most. The delicate skin that has become like a mummy always brings him supreme pleasure.

The dog squatting next to the man began to growl impatiently. Infected by the owner's intoxicated expression of enjoying the corpse, its bark seemed to become excited.

"Please let me taste it too, Master."

Its cry seems to convey such a wish.

"Ah, I will let you enjoy it to your heart's content right away, just wait a little longer."

Just as the man was thinking this, he heard a voice coming from somewhere.

"Do you like it too?"

A heavy bass sound sounded slowly in the man's ears as if coming from deep underground.

The man looked frightened and glanced around in a panic, only to find that there was nothing there, and the forest was also silent.

"Maybe this is the sound of the wind blowing through the branches!" the man thought in his heart.

"It seems that you and I are the same!"

I heard it again! This is not my imagination.

The dog sitting next to the man stood up and stared at the nearby tombstone, barking loudly as if he could see it.

Shrouded in the cold moonlight, the tombstone cast a long shadow on the ground.

Could it be the whispers of the dead coming from the tomb?...

This is impossible... As soon as the man got rid of the terrible thoughts from his mind, he saw an unbelievable scene.

From the shadow of the tombstone, an unknown creature jumped out.

A demon-like man like the one depicted in the painting landed in front of him. His eyes were shining with strange red light and he had bat-like wings. The monster made a weird roar that almost pierced the eardrum. It was dripping saliva and almost stood still.

man.

The man was paralyzed, unable to move, and his heart was beating violently.

The puppy next to him roared at the monster, but it was unable to have any impact on it.

"Although this skin of yours is not the best, it is not bad, so I will accept it without mercy."

The monster who said this roared with joy, and then rushed towards the man.

The man's frantic scream pierced the night sky.

On the other side, the handsome man in a black coat, Guangying Zhanya, stopped his progress and looked at the woods, which were still surrounded by deathly silence, but the screams he heard just now were clearer than the sound of the wind blowing through the branches.

"It seems there is no time for a walk now."

The dark red necklace and silver tiger head pendant worn around his neck opened his eyes and the sound of mechanical collisions reached his ears.

But Zhanya did not relax, still staring at the darkness ahead.

"Hmm, it seems that is indeed the case, Shiluwa."

"Be careful, there may be more than just one or two 'doors'."

"Although I have just arrived here, it's true that Warcraft doesn't seem to want me to rest for a while..."

Despite what he said, Zhan Ya did not stop moving in the direction where the mournful screams came from.

He was still wearing the long black coat, and the hem that was almost touching the ground was picked up by the wind and flew up and down with his footsteps.

To Light and Shadow Zhanya, Xiluwa is not only the magic wheel responsible for searching for monsters, but also a partner who has always supported him and helped him.

Although there are many types of magic tools, there are only a few that are allowed to carry magic wheels.

A contract was concluded with it. Although the material used to make the magic wheel is a cold metal called "soul gold".

"To become a guardian, you must become stronger - and with greater ability comes greater responsibility."

Guangying Zhanya has never forgotten what she said.

Guardian, this is the mission of the Knight of the Ring, and it is also the responsibility of the highest-ranking Golden Knight among the Knights of the Ring.

Among the trees ahead, shadows were faintly moving.

Noticing this, Guangying Zhanya quickly stopped and observed the situation around him. It seemed like something was rushing over.

Is it a human or a monster?

She visually checked the opponent's position and ran forward.

He nimbly passed through the gaps between the trees, and with the desire to stop the opponent, he blocked the shadow in time.

Suddenly, the shadow said timidly: "No, don't come over..."

Zhan Ya blinked. What appeared from between the trees was unexpectedly a woman.

She is a woman who looks older than Zhan Ya, about 20 years old.

She has a slender figure and looks like a stunning beauty.

Her short hair swayed gently in the night wind, her skin was white, and her seductive curves were vaguely visible in the moonlight.

She probably fell several times while running, and her clothes were covered with fallen leaves and dust.

She wore an eyeball-shaped earring on her left ear and was swinging slightly. She looked like she was afraid of something, and even her voice trembled slightly when she spoke.

The woman's eyes were clear and firm. Although she looked scared, she did not flinch. Instead, she took out a knife from her arms and rushed towards Meteor.

But Zhanya couldn't be stabbed so easily. When the knife came close to his body, he grabbed the girl's arm and made her unable to move.

"This guy is not a monster!"

Hearing Xiluwa's voice, Zhanya loosened his grip on the hilt of the sword. Even so, his doubts became more intense.

I thought to myself: "How can a mere human being exude such strong murderous aura?

The woman was raising a knife and glaring at Zhan Ya. No matter what, it was best to have nothing to do with this woman.

It would be very troublesome for ordinary people to know about the existence of the Knights of the Ring and Warcraft.

And involving ordinary people in this cruel fate is something that must be avoided. Of course, there are exceptions...

Zhan Ya asked: "Miss, who are you? What are you doing in this wilderness? Why don't you go home quickly?"

The woman seemed to have remembered something, put away the knife and stood in front of him.

Staring at Guangying Zhanya with a cannibalistic look, she slowly spoke unbelievable words.

"Are you...the Knight of the Ring?!"
To be continued...