"My name is Sandru, and I was a hundred-man when I was young."

Mark knew that it was an officer-class position, belonging to the rank of lieutenant.

"My strong physique and brutal personality have made me famous among the Lizard Legion.

In my eyes, only strength is my strongest faith, and other than that, such as ghosts, gods and demons, I can't believe it. ”

The veteran sighed, his gaze blurred, and the story unfolded with a flick of his head.

"That was thirty years ago, and I was ordered to go to the Death Cemetery on a hunt mission.

Although the number of soldiers under his command is not large, it is also composed of outlaws who are brave and good at fighting, and are not afraid of life and death, and the number is no less than hundred. ”

Sandru reminisced about the past, his expression excited by the mention of his former glory, and his words were filled with pride.

Mark did not dare to interrupt his description, and listened quietly to his narration with his elbows on his knees and his chin in his palms.

Sandru continued: "Our group rode the giant rat and followed the trail of the rebels.

These were all Kansas rebels, few in number, but they were all made up of some strong soldiers.

The specific reason for the rebellion, Shangfeng did not specify, we just did what we were ordered.

Lead the team through the barren sand, around an abandoned ruin, and chase all the way until they reach the place known as the 'Graveyard of the Dead'. ”

At this point, the veteran stopped speaking, the pride on his face gradually replaced by fear, and his withered hands covered his old wrinkled face, as if he was sobbing softly.

What was about to happen made him so sad.

Mark changed to a more comfortable sitting position.

Rest your hands on your legs and support your body while getting closer to the lizard veteran to hear more clearly.

Sandru hid his face and whimpered, but gradually regained his senses.

The words are slightly sad, and continue to describe the scene at that time:

"When we arrived at the so-called 'Death Cemetery', we realized that it really lived up to its name.

In the narrow valley, dry bones are scattered everywhere.

The dry bones are graying with age, but some are extremely fresh, stained with blood and muscles.

The bones were broken, and the bone marrow had already been snatched away.

Rao is these people have all experienced brutal battles, but when they saw such a strange place, they all looked at each other.

The traces of the rebels disappeared at the entrance to the canyon.

While hesitating whether to continue the track, one of his men reported that a number of dead rats had been found somewhere ahead.

When I heard the news, I immediately organized people to check it.

When everyone arrived, a bloody scene unfolded in front of everyone. ”

Speaking of this, Sandru's voice became even more rapid due to his emotion.

The expression is also hideously distorted by the horror of the scene of the memory.

"It was a narrow valley bottom, and the death of the giant rat was horrific.

I examined the giant rat and found that it had no sharp blades on it, but rather had been torn to death by some creature.

Giant rats are not to be underestimated, and they are quite ferocious and fast.

But here, the giant rat doesn't seem to struggle at all, and is at the mercy of some kind of creature to die.

There was no sign of a fight on the ground, and no corpses of the rebels we were tracking were found, everything was eerie.

Apart from the messy footprints, there are no other traces.

Faced with such a scene, if he went back to restore his life, Shangfeng categorically did not believe it.

I was in the prime of life, and I wanted to find out what had happened to the rat and where the rebels had gone.

So, despite the opposition of everyone, he continued to march towards the narrow and deep canyon. ”

Sandru's story made Mark very curious about how such strange things could happen in this wild place.

After a pause, Mark listened with interest as he continued:

"We lined up in a row and walked cautiously through the canyon.

The howl of an unknown creature in the distance made the giant rat uneasy and uncontrollable.

The crowd reluctantly harnessed the giant rat and continued to walk.

Many abandoned bones were scattered along the road, and they all seemed to be fresh. ”

Closing his eyes, Sandru's lips were about to move, and after a while, he continued:

Feeling the seriousness of the situation, he ordered to prepare for battle.

His men and horses did not wait for the order, they had already put their weapons in their hands, and kept watching on both sides of the canyon in case something suddenly attacked.

The deeper we got, the darker it becomes, and the already dark sky makes it extremely difficult for us to see.

Deputy Dick suggested camping and rest until dawn.

There are many woods in the canyon, and we are afraid that there are creatures in the forest, so we chose to camp in a place with a good view.

The night was silent, the atmosphere was eerie, and for the sake of caution, I ordered the team to be divided into three teams and take turns on duty. ”

Sandru recalled the events of that night, and with a heavy heart, he said in an almost distorted voice:

"That night, the moon was shining.

The snow-white moonlight reflected on the sand, as if draped in a white veil.

At night, the scenery in the distance is faintly recognizable.

I couldn't sleep because of my nervous mood, and I was tormented by the long night, waiting for the dawn to come.

In a daze, it was as if I heard the mournful cry of a giant rat.

When he woke up, he was about to get up when he saw Dick break in.

He was covered in blood and looked panicked: 'Captain, it's not good! Something hit us! ’

Seeing that he was unusual, he pushed Dick away, scolded '', picked up a battle axe, and rushed out of the tent. ”

When he looked up, he saw the giant rats huddled on the ground, trembling, and let his men pull and stop moving.

In the canyon, there was a mist at some point.

The color of the mist is not milky white, but a demonic crimson red.

The blood-colored mist has an earthy smell and is very pungent, perhaps the giant rat's non-resistance, or perhaps it is caused by the fog.

Although it was too late, I was glad that my subordinates had not been corrupted.

At my command, the people tied their mouths and noses with urine-soaked clothing to ward off the erosion of the blood-colored mist. ”

"The wind was gusting, and there was a constant wail in the mist.

Unfortunately, the fog was so thick that it was impossible to see who was attacking.

Everyone was uneasy, so they had to huddle together to defend.

Wails and wails echoed through the valley, and severed limbs fell from the mist.

In a trance, I saw a dark shadow attacking.

With a roar of rage, he picked up his big axe and rushed towards a figure that was gradually revealed. ”

"It separated the attack with strong arms and knocked me down.

The rest of the soldiers pounced on it and fought it.

The black shadow moved quickly, tearing several soldiers into pieces in an instant.

The stump fell to the ground, and he still had convulsions before his death.

The black shadow killed several people in a row, grabbed a head in the fog and bit it.

I quickly got up, and beneath the cover, I realized that the black shadow was terrifying.

The huge body was covered with scars, the muscles were distended, and the epidermis looked like bare muscles, and it was red.

It held the ground with one hand, and its thick arms were like buckets.

Although the other hand is normal, it is also thicker than an ordinary arm.

The black shadow bites crisply, as if it is peeling off the explicit sucking brain. ”