The clouds were getting more and more tired, and the short rest they had not recovered much of their strength, and the night's rush had almost exhausted it, and the screams behind it were still in hot pursuit.

Fern knew that the clouds were running out for long, and his mind kept flashing through all kinds of things that could be tried, but they were all rejected by himself. His body was already soaked with sweat, his eyes were also wet with sweat oozing from his head, and the scene in front of him began to blur.

In a trance, he seemed to go back to a few years ago, and he and his companions were surrounded in the woods, making their last struggles. One familiar face after another fell before his eyes, and his companions, who had been talking and laughing together yesterday, were now corpses with dull eyes and hideous expressions of pain. The rest didn't even have a chance to bury them, running aimlessly through the woods in despair.

The final moment has finally arrived.

Will, his best friend, had been alerting everyone to his surroundings a few seconds earlier, when an arrow pierced his throat seconds later, and he collapsed in the mud with a "grunt".

Miles, the senior that everyone admires on weekdays, he guides everyone in the practice of swordsmanship, and from time to time he will give some sincere advice to young people, he is the last spiritual pillar for everyone. However, even he was outnumbered, and after cutting down three enemies, he finally lost his strength and was pierced through his body by several swords.

Kaya, he always had an indescribable feeling for her, hazy and beautiful emotions sprouted between the two, her voice and smile were deeply engraved in the deepest part of his heart. He would never forget the sword she had blocked for himself, the sword pierced her and pierced his body, and the pain instantly spread throughout his body, but what hurt more than that was to see his beloved die.

"Fern, live, must live......" Tears flowed from her eyes and dripped down his face.

The sky began to rain, and the rain poured through the leaves on the pile of corpses. After some time, he finally woke up, and in front of him was the cold corpse of his beloved, on which were stacked with other companions. He wanted to cry without tears, slowly crawled out of the pile of corpses, dragged out her corpse with all his might, hugged her arms, caressed the familiar but lifeless face, tears could no longer be controlled, tears mixed with rain dripped on her eyes, and then dripped down her cheeks, as if she was crying too.

"Now is not the time to think about this!" Fern wiped away tears with the back of his hand, and his eyes became clear. Low trees skimmed overhead, and the chirping of toads indicated that this was the heart of the swamp. Fern still did not stop, though the speed of the march was slow, and the horse no longer galloped, but walked at a brisk pace, and it could not run.

"I have to buy time for them, the more the better. Fern was also exhausted, exhausted by the night's rides and the constant pressure of the pursuers. Behind him, the rustle of the animal's paws on the grass could be heard, and Fern could even hear the heavy, rapid gasps.

The horizon had whitened, the night was receding, and the fresh morning air mixed with the smell of dew had penetrated Fern's nose, relieving some of his fatigue.

A few years ago, in the early morning of this year, he and his companions set out from Deville to escort a mysterious object to Sarah, the far north. What seems like an easy task is actually a dangerous seed planted in the beginning. No one knows what exactly is inside the intricately carved chest, which will bring them such bad luck.

"If only I had asked more clearly at the beginning, they had too many secrets on their faces. Fern thought regretfully. "Everyone trusts me so much, but I ......"

The horse could no longer walk. "A little more, a little more. Fern dismounted with great difficulty, and led the horse through the last bush, and before him was an endless black swamp, without a trace of life, silent and eerie. Looking at both sides, there is no end in sight, and there is no way around. Despair rose from the bottom of his heart, almost knocking Fern down, and he staggered in one direction for a few steps, and three black shadows came out of the way they came, ready to stop in front of Fern, and let out a deep low roar in his throat, looking at the prey in front of him with no way to escape.

At this point, Fern's fighting spirit was aroused, and the warrior came back to life to the death! He let go of the reins, took his sword in both hands, took a stance, took a deep breath, and let his breath recover from the flight just now, and his eyes were fixed on the three pursuers in front of him.

Only then did he see their true colors, they were wolves but not like wolves, they were larger than ordinary wolves, their gray-black manes stood up, their heads were surprisingly large, and saliva kept dripping from that huge mouth. "Whatever you are, come on!" Fern whispered to himself.

In an instant, the leading giant wolf pounced violently, and the ferocity of the attack was so fierce that Fern didn't even have time to think, and only subconsciously jumped to the side, and the attacker slashed over Fern's shoulders and fell behind him.

Before Fern could turn around and take care of it, two other giant wolves pounced on him, one left and one right, completely blocking the direction in which he was dodging. Without allowing Vern to think too much, he drew the dagger from his waist and threw it at one of them. The giant wolf didn't have time to dodge, the dagger plunged directly between its eyes, and with a wail, it continued to pounce forward a few steps and stopped, but the damage caused by the dagger didn't seem to have much effect on it, and it gasped in place, waiting for the next attack.

Taking advantage of this pause, Fern quickly ran towards it, dodging the attack of the other giant wolf, stabbing his sword deep into its body, pulling out the dagger with his other hand, striking it to the stomach again, and then turning around and pointing it at the other pursuer who was pounced on with his sword and dagger. The giant wolf pounced on the body of his kind, pushing Fern several steps behind, and the mercenary was almost knocked down by the massive impact, relying on excellent balance to barely steady his pace.

Fern continued to thrust his sword forward, piercing the first wolf and the second's body, before pulling out his dagger again and stabbing it into the second wolf's head from above. There was a stalemate for several seconds, and neither of the two wolves moved.

It was then that Fern remembered that there was a giant wolf that had pounced behind him. He quickly drew his sword and dagger and looked at the place where he had stood, but there was no sign of the giant wolf, only the black bubbles tumbling in the swamp.

Fern gasped for breath and realized that his shoulder had been cut, and although the wound was not too deep, the blood was still slowly running down his arm. The screams continued, it turned out that these three were only forwards, and there were more giant wolves about to chase after them, and there was no chance of winning again.

The mercenary struggled to look around for his mount, but was surprised to find that it had walked into the swamp, about twenty paces away from him, and miraculously it did not sink into the mire, but continued to walk into the depths of the swamp step by step. It was dawning again, and by the dim light Fern could barely find the hoofprints of the clouds at the edge of the swamp.

"I can only give it a try. Fern slowly put one foot on the hoof print, stepped on it hard, felt the strong support, and felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart, and the other foot also stepped into the swamp, and he stood in the swamp. Following the hoof prints of the dark clouds, he followed, a few dozen paces away from the edge of the swamp.

A large number of hunters strung to the swamp, no less than a dozen, and the black pressure was panting, and Fern couldn't help but feel glad for himself, "If it's still there, it must be torn apart by them." ”

As if coerced by something, several giant wolves ran a few steps and pounced on Fern with all their might. How could it be too far away, and fell into the mud at a considerable distance. The wolves struggled frantically, and fear made them wail from the depths of their throats, but this only quickened their sinking, and before long the swamp calmed down, as if nothing had happened, and all that was left was the tumbling foam that announced the death of life.

There were still quite a few giant wolves jumping into the swamp one after another, not so much pounced on Fern as they killed themselves. "What kind of existence is the Dark Tide that drives them so great?" Fern looked at the terrifying sight before him, full of unease about the journey ahead.

The sky was getting brighter, and Fern could already easily see the trails of the dark clouds, the screams and roars behind him faded away, and the world fell silent again, all that could be heard was the humming of the clouds from his nose and the hoofs of horses trampling in the mud. Fern looked in the direction of Wet Harbor with a relieved look on his face. "Kaya, this time, I finally protected my companion. ”