A grocery store was opened on the street of Taigangda, which was rebuilt from a swill house.

The reason why the inhabitants are only discovering it now is because there have been so many turmoil in the city during this time: first the boom of athletic conventions, then the rebellion of the army outside the city, and the whole city is under martial law on the night of the lord's banquet.

By the end, the monsters and the turmoil were suppressed, and the dead trees were covered with corpses.

The discussion about the legendary prisoner has also continued to decline.

Life will always have some waves, but no matter how turbulent, it will eventually be calm, as is the case in the sub-towns of Condia.

When the warblers got back to work and the tavern gambling became hot again, people returned to the trivial matters around them.

As night falls, some shops have begun to close.

The horse dealer lit candles and prepared to check the bills, and the shop had recently been stocked with new items, all of which were characteristic of the countryside.

The sweet-looking female employee saw off the last guest, turned to smile at him, and only left the house after obtaining approval, officially ending the day's work.

The shop fell silent.

When he went to close the windowsill, he felt a burst of coldness, and this kind of moisture was damp and foggy at night.

"Autumn is getting deeper."

He sighed slightly that when he used to be a horse trader, he was most afraid of this difficult season for business.

And now, he is the owner of a grocery store in Taigangda, with a stable monthly business, renting a cheap house, and living a decent and solid life.

"Thanks to you, Mr. Adam."

He laughed softly, and then closed his expression in an instant, and walked out the back door with a deep gaze, opening the dark at the bottom of the flower bed, which contained the latest black market news.

The unbearable trade between the warlords and nobles always needs someone to build a bridge between them, so as to preserve the dignity that is not in existence.

There are many people with multiple identities, after all, it is not easy to survive in this chaotic world.

The fog was getting thicker, and by the time twilight fell, the entire city had been buried.

He tightened his plush coat and was about to return to the counter, stuffing the ledger and information into an envelope for the next carriage out of town.

At this moment, the courtyard burglar trap slipped and someone climbed over the wall.

"Who's there!"

"Shhh

The voice of the old man came from the mist.

They have been working together for many years, walking side by side from the black market, and are now both employed by Mr. Adam.

"Why are you here, the wagon has been counted?"

"Damn, there's something weird going on outside the city, it has to be written in the report. The envelope hasn't been sent yet, has it? Alright, let's go inside, the captain of the guard should have already arrived. ”

……

A thick fog filled the streets, and all the buildings turned into silhouettes.

At night, on the edge of the city walls, on the periphery of the barracks station.

It was originally a place where soldiers awaiting distribution, their leaders had been detained during the rebellion, and most of them were now hung from dead trees in the city.

Duheng turned off his horse, his non-commissioned officer's sword in hand, and strode towards the grassy slope with a military salute.

He kept adjusting his breathing rate, the air was not clean, and in addition to the stench of animals, there was a strong smell of blood.

Instruments come and go, the fog thins, armor collides, shouts and talks.

Many people are cleaning up the site and doing simple aftermath.

The torches finally dispelled the haze, and the entire grassy slope was more clearly visible—blood was covered with gel on the grass, and the withered green had been replaced by a blinding dark red.

What the hell is going on here?

Not only Duheng's eyes were straight, but the soldiers who came later also opened their mouths wide and fell into a state of temporary aphasia.

Dozens of mutilated corpses were being sorted and pieced together, and the soldiers in charge of carrying them had complex and solemn expressions, occasionally erupting into vomiting sounds.

It happened in the evening, and the fog and the attack came suddenly, and countless dark shadows broke into the makeshift camp.

According to survivors' recollections:

They were all frightened by the connected red dots, and before they could react, the roar and claws were already in sight......

The deceased was covered in bite marks, fangs gnawing through every crack in the tin sheet.

Duheng removed the body parts with his military boots and saw the true colors of the "attackers".

It's actually a wild wolf with interlaced hair.

They were of various sizes, clearly from different groups, but they had gathered as never before to launch an attack on the temporary military camp of Taiganda.

Although this brief uprising was quickly suppressed, and the other side suffered heavy casualties under the bow and sword, what kind of person, or creature, could bring the beast together and submit?

Mutant werewolves, savage chieftains, evil wizards......

Duchen's mind was distracted, and countless imaginary enemies popped up in his mind.

He ordered all fortifications to be opened, increased patrols, and increased martial law in the city.

The captain of the guard replied to the castle.

Arnold listened to the report, his eyes had narrowed, and the corners of his forehead seemed to bulge slightly.

Taiganda lost his advisors, and much of his daily work and town planning fell back into the hands of the lord, tormenting him with heavy and complicated matters.

"Ask the witnesses if there are any big ones in the pack that blend with the fog."

"The on-site intelligence is already being sorted out and should be available soon."

Duchen stood with his hands in his hands, looking up at the back of the wooden table—Arnold's face was gloomy, absent-minded at the table full of papers, as if he had guessed the assailant.

He was about to ask when the sound of glass shattering erupted, and the shards of pottery shot in like arrows, leaving marks on the walls and floor.

Arnold, who was born as a soldier, reacted very quickly to take the steel sword and erect the fortifications with a standard round shield.

They stared at each other for a moment, but did not wait for a follow-up attack.

The shards on the ground were sharply outlined and originally placed in the courtyard as esoteric statues, and Nakia used these special decorations to resist resentful spirits and curses.

Their designer, who has now left Taeganda and has been completely destroyed himself, looks a bit bleak.

Whew-

The mist seemed to begin to pour into the castle, and the night became solid, with countless dangers lurking inside.

"Ah, what's that!"

"God, there's a wraith here."

"Prepare the silver sword."

……

Duheng rushed to the windowsill vigilantly, and looked out slightly sideways.

The first thing he saw was the guards retreating with their weapons in hand, shouting indiscriminately.

As the line of sight moved, the mist had taken over the courtyard, and a huge wolf-like monster was lying on the low wall at the moment, and the mist was constantly replenishing its limbs, somewhat erratic.

The white body, slightly darkened like a silver python, kept flowing and changing.

Bang!

Its hoofs and claws smashed into the base, and the sculpture that had been there was shattered in the room.

The giant wolf grinned, and the gums were clearly outlined.

Some kind of entrainment warning and angry roar pierced through the air and exploded directly in the minds of the crowd.

When the guards were about to fall unconscious, it faded and disappeared in an instant, and the sound of running was far away in the city, but no figure could be captured.

Duchen, with his back against the wall, slid slowly.

He just glanced at the pair of bellflower-colored pupils, and now he felt faint and tingling.

Arnold sat on the steps, holding the lord's sword made of Szino steel, rubbing his forehead with three fingers to smooth out the bulging muscles.

"I know what you want to ask, it's the Fog Wolf, a servant of King Anton Weisen. The corpses outside, all of them were warnings from Goss Langal.

Taigangda, nominally a subsidiary city.

He didn't want to kill them all or declare war outright, but he beat us in this way. ”

Duheng's eyes flickered, and the shock in his heart had eased, and he asked:

"Is this the end of this?"

"It shouldn't be ......"

Arnold looked sideways, his expression scrutinizing and contemplative.

"Don't forget, the fugitive who kidnapped and beat the princess of the kingdom is still alive. Although I don't know where he is, he can't escape the search of the fog wolf after all. ”

Outside the window, the mist is steaming.