The sky was overcast, and the clouds were thick, covering the earth below so tightly that not even a single starlight from outside the sky had leaked in, and if it weren't for the campfires scattered across the field, the night would have been so dark that you couldn't see your fingers.

A gust of wind swept across the field, and the flames of the campfire jumped violently a few times, and the field suddenly became bright and dark.

"It's windy, it's cold. ”

The voice came from the top of a watchtower nearly twelve paces high, speaking from a young mercenary in his twenties, his back against the guardrail, facing south, the cold wind blowing behind him, making him huddle his shoulders and curl up.

"What is this, I remember when I was guarding the mine in the Kapra Mountains, and it was cold in the winter, and a glass of boiling water turned into ice ballast before it hit the ground. ”

This time it was a middle-aged mercenary in his forties, he was holding on to the railing and looking north, the wind was blowing from that direction, but he didn't seem to feel even the slightest cold. His eyes scanned around the campfire, which was the area where the two of them were on guard, and if there was an enemy attack, they had to pass through the campfire.

"It's going to change!"

Nothing was found, and the middle-aged mercenary's gaze was withdrawn from below. His nose sniffed in the air, with a hint of dampness in the wind, and with years of experience surviving in the wild, he judged that the wind would bring the first snow of the year to the ancient city state.

"I've heard that the wasteland north of Sunset Prairie is colder, and the orcs who live there have to carry sticks to pee in winter. ”

The young mercenary told the anecdote about the orcs that he didn't know he had heard from there.

"So for hundreds of years, the orcs have been thinking about the warm climate of the south, and there is not a moment when they don't want to return to the hinterland of the continent. Otherwise, the nomads would not have been driven by the orcs with nowhere to go, and eventually had to flee to the ancient city of Oku-gu to take refuge. ”

The middle-aged mercenary sighed, obviously meeting the nomadic soldiers, who were also descendants of the Gossa, was not what he wanted to see.

"I see, our trouble today is actually caused by orcs. But in that case, why can't we Godsas join forces to deal with the orcs?"

The young mercenary asked, somewhat presumptuatingly.

"It's easy!"

The middle-aged mercenary's voice was a little melancholy, he turned around, and took out a small tin box from inside his robe with the wind on his back. Opening the lid of the tin box, he took out a piece of papyrus from it and flattened it in the palm of his hand, and then used his fingers to pinch out some orange-yellow tobacco shreds from the tin box and put them on the papyrus. His calloused hands were very nimble, and he rolled the papyrus into a cylinder, lit it with flint at one end, and took a deep breath on the other end in his mouth.

"In the face of the powerful orc legions, even the Yuss Empire is exhausted, and even with the addition of nomads, the ancient city state of Okugu is far from being an opponent. ”

"Why did I hear that the orcs don't seem to be so powerful, last winter they were hunting in autumn, and the orc army was chased and beaten by the militia led by the archmage. ”

The young mercenary has a few friends who are from Iron Pine Town, so he has heard of the militia's bravery in the fight against the orcs and autumn hunting.

"That's all the militia boasting. ”

"My friend has seen orcs captured by the militia. ”

"That's also the wolf cavalry of the orcs, it's nothing. The real elite of the orcs is the Minotaur heavy infantry, which is a class that even the Yus cavalry regiment is afraid of, if the militia can defeat the Minotaur heavy infantry regiment, then it is called the real ability. ”

The middle-aged mercenary spat out a puff of blue smoke and said disappreciatively.

"Boss, can you give me a taste? ”

The young mercenary looked at his companion with a look of envy.

"Don't learn this, kids. ”

The middle-aged mercenary ignored his companion's request.

"I'm not a kid anymore. The young mercenary approached his companion and said with a salivating face:

"Just one bite, it's fine. ”

"Okay, okay!"

The middle-aged mercenary couldn't survive his companion, so he could only say helplessly, but just as he was about to share the cigarette with his companion, the corner of his eye suddenly found a trace of abnormality.

"There's something wrong with the campfire over there. ”

The old mercenary muttered. At some point, two bonfires near the northwest corner went out, plunging the entire area into total darkness.

"Did the wind blow out the bonfire just now?"

The young mercenary looked in the direction of his companion's finger, but he didn't pay much attention.

"You stay here, I'm going down to see. Here you go!"

The middle-aged mercenary tossed half of his cigarette to his companion and turned to climb down the ladder.

"Boss, be careful. ”

The young mercenary took the cigarette and said to his companion.

"You don't have to worry. ”

The middle-aged mercenary said as he climbed down, and suddenly he stopped and raised his head to look at his companion above, and said in a solemn tone:

"If I don't come back for a long time, you blow the alarm. ”

The young mercenary watched his companion's figure disappear into the darkness, and only then did he remember that he had forgotten to suck half of the cigarette that his companion had given him just now.

"It should be fine. ”

The young mercenary brought the cigarette to his lips and took a deep breath, only to calm down until the mysterious smoke spread to his internal organs.

Half of the cigarette was quickly smoked, the bonfire in the northwest corner was not re-lit, the companions did not return, and there was not even a sound below except the rustle of the wind blowing the artemisia grass.

"Nothing will happen, will it?"

The young mercenary's heart was worried again, and he reached out and picked up the horn beside him, and was about to blow it, but at this moment.

"Bang!"

There was a faint sound of footsteps, and the figure of the middle-aged mercenary reappeared.

"Boss, what's the situation?"

The young mercenary craned his neck and shouted downward.

"It's fine. I'll go up and I'll tell you again. ”

The middle-aged mercenary's voice was affected by the wind and was a little erratic.

"Dengdenden..."

The sound of the middle-aged mercenary climbing the watchtower is clearly visible.

"Boss..."

When the middle-aged mercenary approached the upper end of the watchtower, the young mercenary couldn't help but step forward and ask, and he stopped immediately after only halfway through his words, because he was shocked to find that the person who showed his head was not the middle-aged mercenary who had left before at all, but the face of a stranger, a person younger than him.

The young mercenary immediately put the horn to his lips, he wanted to blow the horn, and wanted to pass on the news of the enemy's night attack.

But it backfired, and before the horn sounded, the figure in front of him flashed, and the young man who suddenly appeared appeared in front of him, and snatched the horn with his hand, and then raised his hand to punch it. In a hurry, the young mercenary raised his arms to resist the order from outside the earth, but the power from the other party was extremely huge, and he only felt that his eyes were dark, and when he woke up again, he found that he was completely controlled by the other party.