Campfires crackled and the warm light filled the forest camp.

The infantry took the wooden block from the pyre and added it to it before waking up the next person on duty.

"It's almost dawn, remember to change the potion, otherwise cysts will get into your clothes, and those traps have been covered with turf, you should be careful not to plant them in the toilet."

"Okay, okay."

The man shook his head, and only after he was slightly awake did he nod and get up, giving up the bed to the other man.

Before the infantry lay down, they quietly handed over a few pinches of dandelions.

The base is producing a lot of things, these are semi-finished products or prototypes, which are used by the sentries on duty to make tooth sacrifices, to refresh their minds, and not to mention that they will not be addicted to coffee.

"Taste it."

"Tsk,"

The man's expression was a little subtle, and he replied as he chewed.

"It's all bitter, and the grass is fragrant, you should try some dipping sauce next time."

After a few sneers, the infantry began to relax their muscles, and the daily training increased the burden of standing guard, and also made the wooden plank bed more attractive.

Sleepiness gradually took away consciousness, and the pine moonlight alternated between light and dark among the canopy of leaves.

The infantry had a dream: their wives and children were still alive, they lived together in the stronghold, and the lord had chosen the name of his child, so that he could live in peace if he worked hard......

In the second half of the night, he suddenly shivered cold, hurriedly curled up in the bed, and hurried to catch up with the dream.

But things were irreparable, and he saw the miserable village again, the pirate ship stranded in the river, his hands stained with blood, his corpses stiff and hypothermic, and the pouring rain soaking every lost soul.

"Marlowe, good brother, wake up!"

"Drink!"

The infantry sat up in exclamation.

"Bad nightmare."

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

The man's voice was muffled and hoarse, and he frantically passed the serrated spear.

At first, the infantry thought that ghouls had crawled out again, after all, they were always born in the wild for no apparent reason, and no one knew where their origin was.

As you become conscious, the dampness and coldness become more and more pronounced.

He finally noticed that something was wrong, and the surroundings were already shrouded in fog.

The firelight flickered uneasily, barely supporting a curved vision, and the entire camp seemed like an island banished in the white waves.

"Hell, the fog is already so thick, Lukka says this thing needs to be taken care of. Why are you waking me up, hurry up and send a signal! ”

"Damn, it's pouring in like a leak, you know? In a few blinks, you are already there. The news has been sent, and preparations should be made at the base. ”

The infantry listened to the muffled complaints, and found that the fog was a little thicker, and countless red dots had already appeared.

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

They crept open the emergency shelter – a cellar – a planked vault to hide until the beasts leave or reinforcements arrive.

The infantry saw the shadows before closing the gap.

They were blocked by animal repellent agents, and they looked very irritable, their hooves and claws digging through the soil, their blood-red eyes full of resentment, and there were no distracting thoughts in their minds except fighting.

In the darkness, only the sound of frightened gasps remained, and the two men committed themselves to the ground, listening to the low roars.

Bang!

The protective ring was breached, and the enraged beasts crashed into the campfires and even knocked down the pyre.

The planks of the barn were trampled by the hooves of the beasts, and the dust fed the two men, who breathed carefully, feeling the exaggerated amount.

It's an army.

……

The lumberyard workers have all withdrawn to their bases.

The militia stationed there had already raised their spears and waited, and the others had short swords and axes in their hands, round shields and steel swords, like a group of bandits looting through the arsenal.

Frantic roars and screaming sirens echoed around the dwellings.

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

"Is the lord back?"

"Nope."

The answer was short and perfunctory, and there seemed to be a faint agitation.

The militiamen swallowed, the fog already enveloping it, easily penetrating the area and extending into the interior of the stronghold, and when they turned around, the lights on the road in the square had become blurred.

"Run, red dot, eyes!"

A middle-aged soldier with messy hair came running from afar, he was the watchman of the forward camp.

At this moment, his face was already full of pure fear, and he ran in an awkward position, as if he had suffered a minor injury, or maybe he had broken his foot.

In short, everyone's attention has been turned on this side.

A few people climbed over the wooden cone fence and raised torches to greet them, but no one understood the meaning of those phrases.

The soldier on duty shook his head frantically, as if to drive away, and tears welled up in his eyes without warning, and he shouted again.

"Duck back behind the trap and run, they're ......"

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

The red pupils were like streamers, jumping up to the shoulders from behind, and the black shadow instantly covered the neck, and while the bones were brittle, there was blood soaring.

"Go, go, behind the trap!"

"Beast oil, beast oil!"

The men crossed the fence again, and at the same time passed the message.

They don't have to explain what they're seeing, because it's already in front of them.

The black waves added a sense of heaviness to the thick fog, and all the lines of defense were not wasted, as the red dots joined together and loomed over the bushes

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

It felt like being in a sea of fireflies in the summer, but now there was only autumn slaughter, and there was no romance in those blood-colored red spots.

Wolves, lots of wolves!

They pounced on them with their fur standing up, and when they picked up a lone unfortunate ghost, they began to gnaw.

Those struggles didn't last, after all, the fangs sank into the flesh from several directions, and it didn't take much effort at all.

The defensive line did not collapse, and the militia shrank back, holding their shields and shields in front of them, pinning more hope in the traps.

The wolves charged unstoppably, until the first batch suddenly fell into the pit, and there were a few more whimperes in the roar.

The vines roped around a few hooves, and the extremely crushed branches ejected like a rod dragging a fish out of the water.

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

They were in a brief commotion, but they used their numbers to find a way out, and they were not afraid to kill the low wall.

"Ignition!"

The orange red flame burst out like a giant snake.

There was a shallow tunnel in the ground, already filled with grease and herbs, and it burned incessantly, raising a formidable wall of fire.

They have different forms, murderous eyes in their sockets, and they don't want to give up no matter what.

The black-haired wolves squeezed out their staggered yellowed conical fangs, and their saliva splattered onto the ground.