"Damn it, are those Attilas crazy? Wouldn't it be cold to attack at night in such weather?"

A warrior with a bandage on his body, with dried blood in the middle, his calloused hands clenched the weapon in his hand, and the flesh on his face shook and he muttered loudly.

"You know they're Attilas, but they're not like us. ”

"Evil Attila, no matter how strange it is, is normal. ”

Next to the warrior, a young girl said angrily.

The girl's face was very pale, there was frost on her eyebrows, the clothes she was wearing were very thin, and they were covered with patches, and her small white hands were covered with all kinds of scars at this time.

This is a stronghold near the sea in Upland, hidden under a thick layer of snow and ruins, and can only be accessed through sewers, but it is not protected by magic to prevent detection by the enemy.

Not only is there no magic to protect it, but campfires are not allowed to be lit for fire and lighting, and the environment is closed and unventilated, and on the other hand, they are afraid that the enemy will detect this place through temperature and energy.

Fortunately, the closed environment here, although very cold, is still within the tolerance range of the Scandinavians, after all, they have lived in this cold land for an unknown number of years, and they have long been accustomed to such cold.

The people who stayed in this base were all soldiers who had come down from the battlefield to rest, and girls who knew a little about medical and healing skills were arranged here to treat them briefly and maintain the base.

After replenishing their food and ammunition, and regaining their spirit and combat strength, these warriors will return to the surface and continue the war against the Atila army until they retreat or their own army is wiped out.

This is a war with no hope in sight, and the soldiers at the bottom don't care what the commanders above think, they only know that no matter how many enemies they kill, the number of enemies does not feel a tendency to decrease, on the contrary, even if they get enough food and supplies, it will not change the fact that the Scandinavians are getting fewer and smaller.

The dragons that ruled the sky left them with nothing to do, and after the dragons became serious and treated the army of Upland with the attitude of treating strong enemies, even the elves' archery skills became less and less successful, and the hits they achieved were no longer able to turn into results.

If it were just that, they would have been able to sustain the battle with the complex terrain and sewers, but the warriors at the bottom had already begun to encounter the gnolls in the sewers.

The Gnolls discovered the sewers, and because they were able to maintain normal vision in the dim environment, they were more powerful in the sewers than on the surface, at least more than the Scandinavians who were not warriors.

Now they are still sniping at the enemy with their familiarity with the terrain, but one day, the gnolls will begin to become familiar with the terrain here, and at that time, no one can guarantee whether they will be able to continue to resist.

The grumbling warrior in front of him had been wounded by a gnolloll who had come here to resupply when a gnoll suddenly appeared behind him and attacked him.

If it weren't for the warrior's habit of keeping him on guard at all times with a weapon, then it would not just be a matter of wounds.

The warrior's complaint was just the beginning, or rather, the warrior's complaint resonated with those who stayed here, and those who were resting, or who were tending to their wounds, also began to complain.

"Our spellcasters don't work at all, and it's getting harder and harder to find a quiet place to hide from those who fight the damn Attila who use magic every night to clean up the ruins of the city. ”

"Not only that, but our enemies are already in the sewers, damn gnolls, I've killed three of them on the way. ”

"Gnolls, you should be glad that the Yeats built these sewers according to our human standards when they first built them, otherwise they wouldn't have been just gnolls here. ”

"Think about it, if all those white bears and mammoths run into the sewers, the situation will get even worse. ”

The atmosphere in the stronghold began to heat up with one complaint after another, and the young girl did not say a word, concentrating on the movements in her hands.

Compared to these warriors who need to go outside to fight the enemy, and live every day not knowing if they will die in the next second, they only need to stay here, manage this stronghold, and bandage the warriors who come here are already very lucky.

In this regard, she has no place to complain, and it is very likely that she will arouse the hostility of the fighters if she complains at this time.

Suddenly, all the warriors present stopped in unison, closed their chattering mouths, and stood up with their weapons, even the warriors who were asleep with their eyes closed.

There are enemies

The girl retreated behind the warriors with a pale face, she tightly twisted her mouth and did not dare to make a move, and held a delicate crossbow in her hand, pointing in the direction of the door.

It was the only weapon she had in her hand, a gift from a wounded warrior, and although it wasn't very powerful, it was enough to protect herself if the opponent was only a gnoll or something.

The bandaged warrior glanced at his companions, shields in hand, and silently walked to the exit of the house, behind them were several warriors who were too badly wounded to move around, holding hatchets and javelins for throwing, ready for long-range support.

Is it a gnoll?

They couldn't make an accurate judgment, because in fact they didn't perceive the enemy, but they felt the enemy, they sensed that there was something that could threaten their lives, and they appeared in the same place where they were, just across the door.

Can the gnolls threaten the lives of powerful Scandinavians?

It sounds ridiculous, but it's not a joke to laugh at, and the warriors present are not arrogant people who can't recognize the situation if they survive the brutal street fighting and return to this stronghold to rest and resupply.

If the two sides are in the open field, a heavily armed Scandinavian warrior, the same team of gnolls meets, the final result is even if it is a victory, there will be some scars on the body, if the luck is bad, the gnolls can also win.

The camouflaged wooden door slowly opened, and everyone present stood by the guard, and the warriors in front formed a shield wall, as Siegmund had trained, and they entangled the enemy, and the warriors in the rear carried out long-range strikes.

Behind the open gate, there was no expected enemy, and the underground river outside was flowing slowly, and through the dim light, only palm-sized piranhas could occasionally be seen swimming beneath the water's surface.

The peculiar smell of the sewer came in from the doorway and quickly spread throughout the house, causing the girl who had retreated to the edge of the wall to furrow her beautiful eyebrows.

The cold wind poured into the stronghold from the door, and the girl couldn't help but shiver.

"Something is wrong, be careful. ”

The warrior holding the shield and the strongest side shouted loudly, the cold wind that appeared in the ground was a very strange thing no matter how you looked at it.

"The caster of the Attila Army?"

Another soldier whispered.

In this world, the things that are often difficult to explain are all related to the caster or the gods, mysterious and extraordinarily powerful.

"Shut up, those spellcasters aren't going to come to the stinking underground waters. ”

The bandaged warrior reprimanded without looking back, if it was really a spellcaster who came here, it would really be bad information, don't look at the sharp weapons in their hands, and there are enough ranged weapons and ammunition, but in such a small environment, even the weakest wizard apprentice can solve them with a fireball spell.

"Dangchang"

The sound of things falling suddenly appeared in this stronghold, and the girl who managed this stronghold was now holding her head in her hands, hunched over and lying on the ground, and beside her, the delicate hand crossbow was quietly placed on the ground.

"Damn, it's the [Dread], it's the spellcaster. ”

The experienced warriors immediately understood what had happened to this girl, but because they understood what was happening, they began to feel despair involuntarily in their hearts.

Dreadfulness or similar magic that inflicts fear effects

It's not something that apprentices who can't even reach the level of a formal spellcaster can grasp, which means that these warriors now need to face at least a full-fledged spellcaster.

"Giggles"

A strange laugh suddenly appeared in the room, and the temperature of the whole room seemed to drop a lot at once, but with the help of the eyes, the warriors here still did not catch the shadow of the enemy.

"Is it an illusion?"

Warriors are not spellcasters who study magic anyway, they can only judge by experience or hearsay, and they are not in a position to find out what the situation is.

Perhaps on a frontal battlefield, these warriors can defeat a spellcaster with their strong physique and experience, but when the caster abandons the frontal battlefield and uses magic to fight flexibly and firmly grasp the initiative, the winner will often be the caster.

As is happening now, not even the shadow of the enemy is seen, and the heavy pressure and solemn atmosphere will make everyone present suffer at all times.

Turning around and running away is an option, but when sanity is still in the brain, it's also the worst option, and running away in a panic and exposing your back to an enemy who doesn't know where it exists is a stupid thing that only a rookie can do.

"No...... Don't, Dad, Mommy. ”

Choked cries came from the mouth of the girl lying on the ground, and I don't know if it was the sound of tears or drooling that echoed in the air, and this situation lasted less than half a minute, and then the whole space fell silent again, except for the breathing of the warriors one after another.

"Dead?

There was nothing unusual, there were no obvious scars on the body, and there was no enemy to shoot, so the girl who was still crying just now died abruptly.

The body that was still a little bloody quickly turned white, and in just a few breaths, corpse spots appeared on the girl's corpse, and then she staggered to her feet.

"Damn, it's the undead! We're dealing with the undead!"

At this time, even if the warriors had not encountered such a scene, they knew a similar situation from the mouth of the bard, from the stories that sounded absurd.

Click

Without waiting for the girl's corpse, or rather the girl who had turned into a zombie, approached, the warrior who was guarding the rear used a flying axe to accurately cut off the head of the girl zombie.

The soulless body slammed into the floor with a dull sound, and the congealed blood slowly flowed to the ground, emitting a rotting stench.

The girl's head, which was originally quite delicate, stared at these warriors godlessly, and in the pupils that had lost their brilliance, the last reflection was the fear of not knowing something.

"Giggles"

Strange laughter appeared again in the closed space, but this time, this time all the warriors saw what it was that sounded like it was.

The head of the girl on the ground who had lost her breath of life, her mouth was slightly open, with a little smile on her lips, revealing the yellowish teeth inside, and the weird laughter came from here.

"No, it's ...... It's a monster...... No, don't. ”

One of the warriors standing next to the bandage warrior suddenly shouted like this, as if he had seen something terrible, he threw down his heavy shield, and before everyone had time to react, he rushed out of the room, and disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

"Damn, damn it, damn it, damn it. ”

The bandage warrior cursed loudly, cursing and repeating, he didn't know what to curse at this time, but as if it would give him courage and dispel fear.

"To ...... Otherwise, let's get out of here. ”

A nearby warrior suggested that if the girl's transformation into a zombie was not enough to frighten them, then the strange laughter and the sudden madness of the companion could not be explained and dealt with their existing knowledge and experience.

The bandage warrior's face kept changing, and he was silent for about a minute, considering the advice made by the warrior, in such an environment, a person fleeing in a panic is indeed an act of seeking death, but if everyone present leaves together, there is a certainty of survival.

"Bring weapons and food, throw this thing out, let's go. ”

The bandage warrior pointed to the supplies placed in the box, and then to the body of the young girl, and said.

The girl's body was eventually thrown into the waterway, and within a few minutes, the piranha, who didn't know what it was polite, devoured it all, leaving the white bones covered in tooth marks silent at the bottom of the water.

The warriors who took everything they could take destroyed the stronghold with a fire, and they kept in mind Sigmund's command, there are still many things that can be consumed, and there is no need to cherish them, so what can be destroyed must be destroyed, and nothing can be left for the Attila people.