The bonfire was crackling, and the warm light spread throughout the forest camp.

The infantry took out the wood blocks from the pile of firewood and added them, and then went to wake up the next person on duty.

"It's getting dawn, remember to change the potion, otherwise the cysticides will get into the clothes. In addition, the traps are covered with turf. Be careful not to plant them when you go to the toilet."

"Okay, OK."

The man shook his head, woke up slightly before nodding and getting up, giving the bed to the other party.

Before the infantry lie down, he quietly handed over a few pinches of dandelions.

Many things are being produced at the base, which are semi-finished or trial products, and are used by the sentries on duty to make teeth sacrifices. They will not only refresh themselves, but will not become addicted to coffee.

“Try it.”

"Tsk tsk,"

The man's expression was a little subtle, and he replied while chewing.

"It's all bitter and has a fragrant grass. You should try it next time you get some dipping sauce."

The infantry sneered for a few words and began to relax their muscles. Daily training increased the burden of standing guard and made the wooden bed more attractive.

Sleepiness gradually took away consciousness, and the scattered moonlight alternated between the canopy made of leaves.

The infantry had a beautiful dream: both his wife and children are still alive, they live together in the stronghold, the lord gave his child a nickname, and he could live with peace of mind by working hard...

In the second half of the night, he suddenly shook cold, hurriedly curled up after the bedding, and hurried to catch up with the dream.

But things could not be restored. He saw the miserable village again. The pirate ship was stranded in the river, his hands were covered with blood, his corpse was stiff and dehumidified, and the heavy rain soaked every despaired refugee.

"Malo, good brother, wake up quickly!"

"Drink!"

The infantry sat up in exclamation.

“Bad nightmare.”

"I'm afraid it's not much better in reality, so you can take a good look around."

The man's voice was suppressed and hoarse, and he handed the serrated spear in panic.

At first, infantry thought they were ghouls crawling out again. After all, they were always born in the wild for no reason, and no one knew where their source was.

As the consciousness becomes clear, the dampness and coldness become more obvious.

He finally discovered something was wrong, and the surroundings were covered with mist.

The fire swayed uneasyly, barely supporting the arc-shaped vision, and the entire camp seemed to be an isolated island exiled to the white wave.

"It's so damn, the fog is already so thick, Luca said that you should pay special attention to this thing. Why did you wake me up? Go and send a signal!"

"Damn it, it was poured in like a leak, do you understand? It was already in front of you in a few blinks. The news has been sent out, and the base should be preparing."

The infantry listened to the complaints of suppressing the volume and found that the fog was a little thicker, and countless red dots had appeared in vain.

The two looked at each other, and there was no hope of returning to the stronghold under this situation.

They tiptoed to open the emergency shelter - in fact, it was a cellar, covered with wooden boards to hide, and hold the beasts away or reinforcements arrived.

The infantry saw the black shadows before closing the gap.

They were blocked by the veterinary drug and seemed very irritable. Their hooves were digging the soil layer, their blood-red eyes were filled with resentment, and there were no distractions in their minds except fighting.

There was only a terrifying gasp left in the darkness, and the two of them committed themselves under the ground, listening to the deep roars.

Clang!

The protection circle was broken through, and the furious beasts broke open the bonfire and even threw down the pile of firewood.

The walled wooden board was trampled by animal hooves, and the dust fed the two people. They were breathing carefully and felt the exaggerated quantity.

It's simply an army.

...

All the logging yard workers have withdrawn from their strongholds.

The militia stationed in the second place had already raised their spears and waited, while the others were holding short and round shields and steel swords in their hands, like groups of bandits robbing through the arsenal.

Frantic roars and screaming alarms echoed around the houses.

They were ready to resist unknown aggression, but no one knew what was on the other side.

"Have you been back?"

"No."

The answer was short and perfunctory, and seemed a little anxious.

The militia swallowed, and the mist had already shrouded, easily penetrated the place and extended into the stronghold. When they turned around, the lamps on the square road had become blurred.

"Run, red dots, eyes!"

The middle-aged soldier with messy hair came from a distance, and he was the duty officer at the camp ahead.

At this moment, my face was full of pure fear, and I was running awkward, as if I had suffered a minor injury or sprained ankle.

Anyway, everyone has focused on this.

Several people climbed over the wooden cone fence and raised the torch to greet him. No one understood what those phrases mean.

The soldier on duty shook his head wildly, as if he was driving away, tears burst out from his eyes without warning, and he shouted again.

"Hide back behind the trap, run, they are..."

The voice came to an abrupt end, and the short and desperate shouts tear through the night sky.

The red pupils were like flowing light, jumping from behind to his shoulders, and the black shadow instantly covered his neck. While the bones were brittle, blood was flying.

"Go, go, behind the trap!"

"Beast oil, beast oil!"

The few people crossed the fence again and conveyed the message.

They don't need to explain what they see, because those things are already in front of them.

The black wave adds a sense of heaviness to the thick fog, and all defense lines are not wasted, because the red dots are connected into pieces, pressing through the shrubs, looming

The whole world turned into a wet and cold white dream, the barracks were completely abandoned, and the crowd shouted and climbed over the fence and hid inside the earthen wall from the gap.

It felt like being in a sea of ​​fireflies in summer, but now there is only the slaughter of autumn, and the blood-red dots are not romantic at all.

Wolves, many wolves!

Their hairs rush over, and they pick up the unlucky guy who is left alone and start biting them.

Those struggles did not last long, after all, the fangs fell into the flesh from several directions, and it would not take much effort.

The defensive front did not collapse, and the militia retreated, pressing their shields and covers forward, placing more hope in the trap.

The wolf pack charges unstoppable until the first group suddenly falls into the pit, and there are a few more sobs in the roar.

The vine rigged around a few hooves, and the branches that pressed to the extreme ejected, like a hanging rod pulling out the fish from the water.

In just a moment, countless bacon had risen, all of which were struggling and howling, floating in the air.

They had a brief commotion, but they used their number to make a way out, and rushed towards the low wall without fear of death.

"ignition!"

The orange red flames are like giant snakes jumping out.

There was a shallow tunnel on the ground, which had been filled with grease and herbs, and it burned continuously at this moment, raising a formidable wall of fire.

They have different shapes, and they are full of murderous intent in their eyes, and they don’t want to give up anyway.

The black-haired wild wolves squeezed out their interlaced yellowed conical fangs, and their bacterial saliva splashed onto the ground.
Chapter completed!