It was late at night, and the guards in the castle had just finished their fifth round of patrols, and a group of people were drinking and chatting in the barracks. "Have you seen the men who were brought in by Elders the other two days? One of the mage-like girls is the most charming woman I've ever seen, even prettier than Morena. One of the tall, scruffy bearded soldiers said, reminiscing about the mages.

"Nestor, you dare to fight Morena's idea, aren't you afraid that she will come to you in her dreams to settle scores?" another shorter, older soldier quipped to him.

"I'm not afraid of them mages, if they're going to come and teach me a lesson, then come, I can't wait, I'd like to see how many clothes they have left when they get out of my room." With that, the soldier named Nestor burst out laughing, poured a whole glass of ale, and wiped the wine stains from his beard with his sleeve.

"You only dare to talk about it here, you idiot. Another young soldier stood up, very young, his face clean-shaven. "I've drunk too much, I've got to fix it, and by the way, I'll see if Jarena is waiting for me there, hahahahaha. ”

"You're stupid, West West, how could Morena be there, she has a whole room with all kinds of flowers for her hut, let me tell you, she's in my room right now, lying quietly in bed waiting for me to go back. Nestor smiled lewdly as he stroked his wet beard.

The young soldier ignored him, evidently unable to hold back, and quickly ran to the hut a hundred yards away, and unbuckled his trouser belt before the door could be closed. Suddenly, a strange feeling came over him, like a darkness darker than the night pressing down on him, and he wanted to scream, but found that there was no sound in his throat. Immediately, his neck was cold, but immediately it became warm again, and the warm feeling flowed down his chest, and the soldier's legs went limp, and he fell weakly.

"This idiot, why did it take so long to go to the bathroom, did you really meet Jasmine inside?" Nestor laughed, but still stood up uncomfortably and lifted an oil lamp. "I'll go and see if I'm drunk and lying in the pit. ”

Nestor tightened his coat, and the night was very cold, and the cold wind blew on his body colder than the coldest time of Dayton. "It's going to be hot this day, West West, and you'd better pray I don't bump into you doing that, or I'll shove your head into ....... The soldier muttered and pushed open the door of the hut, and a choking smell of blood hit his face, and the oil lamp fell to the ground. "Oh my God! what's going on?West!there's an Assassin!!" Nestor ran toward the barracks in the dark, despite the fact that his coat had almost faded to his chest.

"It's getting late, you too should rest, and tomorrow I will ask Lucius to let you out of here, and you can continue north, past Ogden to Artuna. But I must warn you that Ogden is also under martial law right now, and you may be treated the same way as you did in Dayton. Jasmine, though she said that, didn't seem to be worried at all that they would be captured by Ogden's soldiers.

"Thank you for your kindness. Fern stood up to leave, but then remembered something else, and sat down again. "We encountered the Demon in Icahn Village, do you have any clues as to why they are here?"

"Faceless!?" Morena frowned. "I can't think of any clues for the time being, if there is, I'll try to inform you, how did they end up in Dayton?"

"I wish it was a coincidence. Enoch rubbed his hands together, snorting heavily from his nose.

"Well, here, you don't have to worry about the Faceless, since the tension with Ogden, the castle has been doubled in guards, and patrols are made every hour, in addition to this, there are guards in several important places that have been guarded, so you can rest in peace for the night. With a lift of her hand, the teacup flew to the desk and landed firmly on the metal saucer where the teacup was placed.

"You underestimate the demons, I know that the soldiers here have not encountered the demons, but this kind of defense alone cannot prevent them, what you need is patrolling every moment, and the number of people in each patrol team must not be less than ten, otherwise even if you find the demons, they will be killed in an instant, and you will not even be able to give a warning. Enoch shook his head and looked at the group with a serious expression.

"Maybe you're right, but for the soldiers here, they can't understand what you're saying at all, unless they ......" Before the archmage could finish speaking, there was a terrible shout from outside the house, followed by a jumble of shouts and the footsteps of the soldiers running by. "What's going on, is it the Ogden?"

"Maybe it's worse!" Fern drew his sword in the stone, kicked it open, and ran out, just as a soldier ran by, and the mercenary grabbed his arm and dragged him over. "What's going on?"

The soldier was shocked, looked at the mercenary in horror, and only after realizing that the other party was a human like himself, did he speak, "No ...... The Faceless, in the castle, has ...... Several people have been killed, you better follow us, otherwise it will be too dangerous, they will be like black shadows. ”

"Faceless, how can you be in the castle?" said Morena, stepping forward, asking the soldier.

"Ah, Archmage. The soldier bowed deeply to Molina. "No one knows how they got in, maybe the guards at the door...... They were already dead, maybe they were black shadows, and they had escaped into the night, but they came in anyway, and we didn't know until a soldier who was unlucky enough to die in a hut was found, and then people kept being killed. ”

Fern let go of the soldiers, and he immediately caught up with his large army without looking back, at this time, no one wanted to leave a crowded place, and even if there was an archmage here, only five people would definitely not be able to compare to the sense of security given to him by his colleagues who combined were twenty people.

"You must get out of here at once, right now, I know where your weapons are, come with me. Jasmina said hurriedly, running in the other direction.

The crowd caught up with her, and Enoch shouted, "Why don't we stay and fight them off, Miruria and I are both from the Frontier and can fight them." ”

"Do you know how many Faceless Ones there are?" Jamina said as little as she could, and Enoch stopped talking, they could work together against one demon, but more demons would only kill them.

Jasmine ran into the castle with the group, stopping at a door and motioning for the others to step back. "I don't have a key, that's all I have to do. The archmage raised his right hand and chanted a spell in his mouth, and the dirt beneath the door began to loosen, and the door fell backwards. "Quick, grab your weapons. ”

"And what about the luggage, all our clothes, and food, were still in the upstairs room. Queai reminded anxiously.

"Hell, I'll go get it, you guys wait outside under the window, I'll throw it down. Fern cursed, equipping his weapons onto himself.

"No, Fern, I'll go with you, the way up the stairs here is too dangerous, and there is no hope of survival if you encounter a demon inside. Quiai grabbed the mercenary's hand and looked at him worriedly.

"Queay, listen to me!" Fern squeezed the mage's hand hard. "There's no need for everyone to take risks, I can get the luggage the fastest by myself, there's no time, you guys go outside and wait." With that, the mercenary turned around and ran out of the room.

"Isn't this guy afraid of getting lost inside?" Enoch stomped his foot anxiously.

"Do as he says, I'll take him to your room, now you get out of here!" Henoch's unmistakable tone lifted Enoch's spirits, and the warrior dragged Quiai and ran out, the scout following closely behind the two.

Along the way, there were constant screams of panic, as if there were demons in every direction, and people kept running past the two of them, some with bloody faces, and some squatting on the ground looking at the corpses of their companions and crying in despair, the smell of blood in the air.

Jasmine took Fern to the door of the room as fast as she could, and Fern stumbled and nearly tripped over. The mercenary took advantage of the time when the archmage cast a spell to open the door, and squatted down to check. There was the corpse of a soldier lying on the ground, and Fern recognized him as Kutcher, the soldier's eyes widening in horror, and he was still clutching a moon in his hand, most of which had been stained red by the blood of the young soldier.

"Holy!" Fern cursed angrily, his right hand slicing lightly over the soldier's face, closing his eyes.

"The door is open, quick!" said Molina's voice, and the mercenary nodded to the corpse that had fallen to the ground, ran quickly into the room, picked up his luggage and ran to the window, where his companion was already waiting anxiously below.

Although their room was on a high floor, Fern couldn't care so much at this time, and threw the four panniers down the window in one go.

"Come down, Fern, we'll be waiting for you here!" cried out Queai to the window, on the verge of crying.

Fern had just retracted his head into the window when a noise came from the left side of his companions, and a hundred yards away from them there was a blaze of fire, soldiers slashing with their swords, and the crowd approaching the three people downstairs. Fern saw at least two dark figures in the crowd, and the soldiers were powerless to fight back against them, just a simple sword, and one soldier fell to the ground silently.

"It's the Devil, it's on your left, run, go to the stable, and leave Durham!" Fern shouted to his companion.

"No!Fern, we're not leaving, you get down!" Queay's tears rolled down his cheeks.

The chaotic crowd was getting closer, and Enoch could already see the demons mixed in. Fern punched the windowsill in a hurry, yelling at the warrior, "Enoch, get out of here with Queai and go to Bainbridge, wait for me there, if she has any accidents, I will let Maurice cut you!"

Enoch looked at Fern with grief and wanted to say something, but couldn't say a word. The warrior's thick and powerful arm grabbed Quiai's waist, and with the other hand lifted the two panniers on the ground, and without saying anything, he picked up Quiai and ran, while Miruria lifted the other two panniers, glanced at Fern upstairs, and followed the warrior away. Queai spun around Enoch, his hands clutching weakly in Fern's direction, his cry nearly piercing the warrior's eardrums.

Fern took one last look at the smaller and smaller figures of his companions and looked back at Morena. "What do we do now?"

"Go to the hall. Jalena was asked by Fern and came back to her senses.

"Lead the way!" Fern ordered quickly, and he didn't care about his status anymore.

The two of them ran in a panic in the hallway, shouting and killing still unstoppable, and just as Fern wondered if there were any demons in the castle, he was keenly aware of an extremely short sound coming from the fork in the road to their right. Fern grabbed the hand of Jarena, who was running in front, and pulled her behind him hard, subconsciously blocking in front of her, and a bow and arrow grazed the wall with the long shot raised by the archmage, knocking out a trace of spark and falling to the ground. Jasmina looked at the bow and arrow on the ground in shock, and before she could say thank you, she heard a "click" sound from the mercenary's throat.

Fern felt a fatal feeling of oppression again, and each time, he thought that next time he would no longer be so afraid, but it turned out that he was wrong, he could no longer take a step, his breath was short, and he wanted to remind Morena loudly but could only make a "click" sound from his throat.

The demon slowly walked towards them, and the mutilated face of the Faceless became even more hideous in the light of the firelight of the aisle. Fern tried to move his arm, but just lifting an inch was already exhausting all his strength. Just when he fell into despair and his brain went blank, suddenly there was a pain in the back of his head, and the mercenary's eyes were black and he fell to the ground. Before he could lose consciousness, he heard Molina's high-pitched voice chanting a lengthy incantation, and a chill invaded his body, causing him to lose consciousness completely.