Martin. Klose looked nervously at the sound of artillery fire coming from the southern wall, and he glanced at the old warehouse behind him, until a few hours ago he had felt that war was so far away from him, but now, the sound of artillery fire and the smell of sulfur mixed with the wind made him clearly realize that he was indeed at war. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

As a young man from the Kainz Domain, Klose didn't know much about this war, he only knew that Wendran had entered the territory of Astel and fought several battles in the south, but this had nothing to do with Klose in the wilderness.

He saw that His Royal Highness the Prince was still singing and dancing, and Lord Springfield was not panicking, and Klose knew that as long as these nobles were still there, then there was no need for him to worry about it, as long as he did his part with peace of mind.

However, overnight, Prince Leotis and Lord Springfield were nowhere to be found, and only Her Royal Highness the princess was in command of the army, and then Wendland's army appeared like a ghost, completely shattering Klose's idea of luck.

Now, the old warehouse, where all the ammunition that had been piled up for years had been removed, and the whole warehouse looked very empty, but despite this, he had to stay here, because his job was to take care of it.

Since Klose joined the army, he has spent the remaining ten years in this warehouse, except for the year when he first joined the army, and the most boring time, he used to count all the ammunition in this warehouse, and now that magic-powered artillery is gradually replacing traditional cannons, these ammunition has hardly been used again, and his inventory is meaningless.

But God knows how suddenly the war came, and how quickly Aster's front collapsed, and in a short time it reached the Kainzburg in the middle of the Aster, and this old castle had not even had time to be equipped with the latest magic cannons, only those old cannons that had been equipped on the walls of the city for a hundred years as defensive weapons.

Therefore, the ammunition counted by Klose escaped the fate of being damp and ineffective in the warehouse, and went to the battlefield, where they were shot into the sky with a huge impact force, and finally burst into brilliant fireworks.

Klose, on the other hand, was not sent to the front line, and was still alone in this old warehouse.

He stood up and paced back and forth in the cold wind, the snow piled up on the roof of the warehouse, and also on the path at the door, the snow that had been trampled by the soldiers who carried ammunition back and forth was now gradually accumulating again, Klose stepped on the snow, he rubbed his hands, exhaled a breath of white air, watching the white mist melt in the snow, Klose's uneasiness became more and more intense.

Even if he is uneasy, Klose can't turn his hands into clouds and rain like those legendary adults, he is just a pawn, he can't do anything about the battle situation, he hasn't even killed anyone, and the sword at his waist can be unsheathed once or twice a year, most of the time it is used to cut tangled ropes, but despite this, this sword is also maintained by Klose shiny, like new.

Thinking that there was nothing to do, Klose decided to check around the warehouse.

He picked up the lantern, and on this starless night, it was pitch black in the corner, and although Klose didn't think any thieves would visit the warehouse at this time, he brought his sword with him just in case.

The warehouse is very large, in addition to the thousands of ammunition, there are also some weapons and armor that have been put on hold for the time being, and the number of troops in Cainzburg has been reduced in recent years, so there are more and more idle equipment, and Klose's original idle work has been busy again in recent years.

Klose's usual inspection sequence was like this, first walking around the perimeter of the warehouse, then around the warehouse, and now he was walking through the side door of the warehouse.

Next to the warehouse is the entrance to a sewer, and Keynzburg has a state-of-the-art drainage system, so even at the height of the storm, the castle in the low part of the woods is not waterlogged at all.

However, this complex system naturally needs to be maintained manually, and every three months, the lords will send professional engineers to the sewers to overhaul them, but in recent years, it seems that many monsters have grown in the sewers, which has caused considerable trouble to the maintenance work, and in the years since Prince Leotis arrived, no engineers have been sent to maintain them.

The snow fell into the water of the sewers, and Klose glanced at it, for him, there was a natural sense of horror in the deep and dark sewers, so even after ten years of stationing in this warehouse, he had never set foot in that area, and only when some bear children tried to venture into it, Klose would get a little closer to the dark hole.

However, with just one glance, Klose couldn't take his eyes off it.

For he could clearly see that in the dark sewers, several heads were stirring.

You don't have to think about it, it must not be the sewer maintenance engineering team that has not been recruited in the past few years, Klose suddenly tensed his nerves, he thought of countless possibilities, but the most realistic one is Wendland's army.

Klose had heard his predecessor, a left-eyed veteran, say that the sewers of Keynzburg were so numerous that even the lords of the castle were unaware of them, some of which led to a dark chamber that was used to hide some of the most unspeakable secrets, and some of which led to the outside of the castle, which the lords used to escape when the castle was under siege.

However, at this moment, it seems that this secret passage has been used by Wendland in turn, and Klose does not know the fact that Geralhide has defected, so he can't guess why Wendland can know about the existence of these secret passages, but when he sees the other party's Wendland's military uniform under the cover of artillery fire, he no longer has time to think about these things.

Klose hurriedly extinguished the lantern in his hand, and then gently drew the sword that had not been unsheathed recently, and he clenched the hilt of the sword, his palms drenched with sweat.

Hiding in the shadows of the corner, Klose watched the other man's every move, and he saw that there were about twenty people in this group, with steady steps, and bright daggers in their hands, he knew that this must be professionally trained, completely different from his own guy who had been moldy in the old warehouse for ten years.

Klose was still thinking about how he could inform the others of the enemy's breakthrough from the inside, when he felt a heavy breath behind him.

"There's another fish that slipped through the net."

The deep voice of words sounded in Klose's ears, and then, Klose felt a chill behind his back, lowered his head, and saw a blood-stained sharp knife bursting out of his chest. (To be continued.) )