The valley was empty and silent, and the night became chaotic and oppressive, and there was a driftwood bonfire at the other side, and the crimson flames circled a dark red in the darkness, and beyond that there was endless darkness. Standing on the mound, Itong watched the flames across the valley, so far apart that the flames were so small that she tried to get close to it, but found that no matter how much she walked, no matter how long she walked, she couldn't get there. So she stopped, sat on the cold rock, listened, and thought. She knew where it was, but she didn't know why she was here, what she was waiting for. Because this is a dream, a dream without living creatures, there is only one way to get out of here, wait for the dawn to come, and the nightmare will end naturally.

Suddenly, a quick, deep gasp echoed in her ears, like a horse whimpering and crying out for injustice. Then a wolf howl came from the other side of the valley. The wheezing became more intense as a result. Itong got up uneasily, the ground under his feet squirming, as if he was standing on the back of a snake, and the flickering flames on the other side were still unmoving, as still as the stars that had ended. Yi Tong knew what would happen next, because the same dream and the same place had appeared more than once, and it was like time was constantly reincarnating, and he was constantly experiencing it.

The flames on the other side grew louder and louder, and a dark shadow passed by the fireworks and hid in the shadows. Someone was secretly observing me, and Yi Tong couldn't help but think to himself, no, I was in the dark, and the dark shadow was in the light, I was observing him. Who the hell is it? .......

"Yi Tong, Yi Tong, wake up, wake up. Like sawn wood, half of a deep voice sounded. The flames grew rapidly, until the valley was engulfed, the darkness was lit, and in that moment she saw everything hidden in the darkness: rocks, dirt, hills, endless barrenness, endless wilderness, and the black shadow, standing on the rock at the other end, he stood stiff, like rotten dead wood, the fire engulfed half of his body, but he was smiling, beckoning to her.

"Yi Tong, wake up. The voice came again.

Yi Tong opened his eyes, and a vicissitudes of life looked down at him, a mouth full of stubble and a huge hooked nose took up his entire face, he was really too ugly. "Carol, is it dawning, how long have I been asleep?"

"Midnight, it's still early in the morning. Carol walked to the door in one step and two steps, and picked up the great sword, which was a great iron sword, simple and sharp. "Are you having nightmares again? I heard you talking to yourself outside the door. ”

"Not a good dream. Ido replied, "Ever since I joined the Man in Black and received the blessing of the Grevin Star, the damn nightmare has been repeating itself and has never stopped me. ”

"A repetitive dream means that some kind of omen is not certain, the dream is the opposite, and since it is a nightmare, it means that good things are coming. Cairol dusted the blade of his sword with his sleeve, and through the flickering candlelight, his figure became incomparably larger on the wall. Carole's strength was strong, and that adult-tall sword suited him well. Sometimes Itoku worries about whether he will be able to wield that great sword and provide safety for himself when danger comes. But every worry seemed so silly, and sometimes Itong was really glad to be on a mission with Kairol and Armanda, at least they never backed away from her. "Where is Amanda? Why didn't I see him?"

"He went to the clock tower in the center of town to set up an ambush. "There's news on the west side of town, and there's a good chance the undead are hiding there." ”

"God-damned dead people have finally appeared. Itong got up and fumbled with the two short knives beside the pillow, her unkempt hair obscuring her vision, and she brushed her hair behind her ears, complaining that it was still a little long. A month ago, she still had waist-length hair, and because she was on a mission, she urged Amanda to cut it short, but the fledgling boy cut her long hair into a wilted weed. He deserves a lesson, and that is necessary. "Let's go, it's not too late. ”

The two left the inn and weaved through the alleys, passing by a group of Metir who was about to close, followed by two well-dressed boys. Their style of dress follows that of the Silent Moon City in the West, with colorful long skirts adorned with colorful ribbons and silver silk shoes that stand out in the light of the street. Itong and Carol deliberately bypass these forgers who claim to be of noble blood, and have to admit that they have made great achievements in the fields of architecture, stone carving, and wood carving. But they are also inherently fragile and unable to withstand the wind and waves, and now they have been able to get to this point completely because of the protection of the big powers.

Itong still remembers the interesting story that happened here, the people from the northern Lookout Fort and the Metir people had an unpleasant encounter because of business, and finally involved the Deman people in the Elon Desert, and the lives of the people were naturally lost, but the Metir people won a big victory in this dispute. This was thanks to the help of the Patumon soldiers. Now it seems that their backs are straighter than before, and their heads are raised higher than before. Itong didn't like them, never did.

Kairol straightened his sword and headed towards the alley to the south, with Itong following closely behind, and there was no verbal exchange between the two, only the sounds of laughter, crying, and chatting from the surrounding houses.

The bell rang, crisp and long, and Itong quickened her pace, and now that the weapon was in hand, an uneasiness came from the west side of the tower, and this feeling was like a cool wind blowing, ruffling her skin, goosebumps crawling all over her skin involuntarily. "It's almost there. Itong overtook Carol and announced.

"There's still some way to go. "Not long ago, a drunken man lying on a street corner was scared to death by something, with blood from the corners of his eyes and an open mouth, until the patrolling Patumon soldiers found his body and spread the news throughout the town of Lethe. He pointed to the building to the west, "It's probably ahead, and by the time I got here, I couldn't see the body anymore, but there were still signs of struggle." I checked ....... ”

"Dead people haunt you. Itong interrupted him.

"The dead kill. "Soon you'll find out that the dead have been trapped by the local garrison in an abandoned fort that I can observe from the clock tower." ”

"Amanda is still guarding there?"

"His bow and arrows have been perfected, and I'm sure Irina's pupil won't be so stupid. ”

Ido continued to walk silently, the bell gradually ceased, followed by a series of shouts and the restless barking of the hounds, and a bright fire flickered in that direction, illuminating half of the night sky. Seeing this, the two of them immediately ran away.

Before they could reach the tower, the streets were flooded with curious people from all over the world, from the seaside city of Meiyan, to the ragged stone people, the tall, green-skinned Germans, the serious-looking Mosbillins, the Talbergs from the depths of the West, and the Reese, Patumun, and Zealandera, but most of them were local slave owners and wealthy people.

The Germans wore ivory-colored satin robes with fat waists and wide sleeves, their green skin was clearly visible, and a colorful gemstone necklace was strung around their necks, which clanged as their bodies writhed. The Mosbillins were dressed in pearl-embellished costumes, with colorful ribbons sliding down their shoulders, loose and fat trousers, their knees pressed against their skin, but below the knees like two flower bones about to bloom, and bright silver leather boots with pearl balls reflecting the light at the front. Gu said that Moss made his fortune from the gold mines. The Talbergs were dressed in long skirts, both men and women, with fur hats adorned with feathers on their heads, which were raised high at the front and drooped at the back, looking like a piece of moldy hard cheese in the distance. Talberg is close to the bay of the Holy Lake, and these people have benefited greatly from the battle for gold at the Pillar of Dawn.

Then there are the Reese, Patumon and Ceylon Terra, who have the same style of dressing, and the three cities are very close to each other, and because of the terrain, the three cities have a lot of rain, so they are accustomed to decorating themselves with leather and sand materials.

The town of Forgotten has people from all over the place because of the characteristics of the town, it is not a territory of any country, nor is it an independent country, depending on its location. The town of Lethe is bordered by the Saigon Forest to the west and the Pidihai Plain to the east, and the people to the west of the Saigon Forest believe in the religion of Our Lady, while the people to the east of the Dihai Plain believe in the gods of Dutan, in a sense, it is the town of Lethe that provides communication for people of different faiths, and it can be said that the town of Lethe is a free trading city.

Immediately after, an interesting phenomenon spread from the town of Lethe that the people to the west of the town were called Westerners, the people to the east of the town were called the Orientals, and the land inhabited by the northerners was to the north of the Redstone River that crossed the continent. Although these people all live on the continent of Lanya, they all speak the same language.

The Free Trade City is full of all kinds of people, gold miners, spice merchants, hunters, animal tamers, witch doctors, sailors, smugglers, slave owners, and so on, so it also attracts thieves and beggars from all over the world. In recent days, due to the war in the north, the Giant's Bridge has been heavily guarded, and there are almost no northerners to be seen here. The castle was burned, and the price of local beer and drinks increased exponentially. This also affected the mood of Carol, who had a soft spot for the wine of Fort Lookout.

"Borrowed, sorry, borrowed. By this time Carol had put on his hood, and the great sword behind him was tightly wrapped in black linen. Itong followed closely behind him, his twin knives also hidden in the black cloth. The crowd rubbed shoulders and squeezed each other, and no one would give in, and for a while the two were stuffed in the crowd and couldn't move. The smell of sweat, salt and pepper, perfume, and all sorts of scents mixed together, making it difficult for Ido to breathe, so he shook off Carol and turned back. Before they could take two steps, the two were separated by the surging crowd.

A tall and tall Deman stood in front of Yi Tong, his gaze already drifting to the area of the fire-filled tower, his green skin like slimy moss, disgusting. Through the satin robe, the black chest hair clung to the skin, and the smell of sweat mixed with the stench rushed straight to me. Itong couldn't bump into it, she wanted to get around the strangers, but she was angry at the smell that made him sick. She drew one of the short knives and stabbed the Germans in the abdomen with the hilt, screaming so badly that the Germans fell to their knees in pain. The people on the side cast puzzled glances, but only for a few seconds before turning their gaze to the tower again.

Seeing that he had suffered a loss, the Germans grabbed Yi Tong's arm and pulled him back, trying to push him to the ground, and he didn't know what would happen next. The Germans were hot-tempered, and few people provoked them, and even the soldiers of Patumon were reluctant to deal with these green-skinned people. Naturally, Itong didn't want to have anything to do with these people.

The Germans cursed incessantly, their grinning mouths fat and thick, like two green caterpillars in a fused manner. Itong was even more annoyed when she saw this, and she shook off his arm and turned to him, the blade of the knife against his neck before the Germans could get up and fight back. "If you don't want to make trouble, just kneel on the ground and don't move, do you hear clearly!" Itong forced himself to endure the stench and whispered a warning in his ear.

The Germans grinned, but there was nothing he could do, so he fell to his knees and let a thin woman call the shots. "Give me an honest kneel on the ground, I didn't let you get up, you weren't allowed to get up. She withdrew her weapon, deliberately leaving a shallow stab on his neck. In fact, Yi Tong had no intention of taking his life, and Maester Pesil had warned all the men in black not to hurt any innocent people without being threatened. Itong obeys Maester Pesil's teachings and reminds himself that the dead are all friends.

She squeezed out of the crowd and turned back to look for Carol's figure, and a sudden exclamation sounded, and the crowd became restless, some people squeezed forward, some people retreated, and there was a moment of confusion. Itong couldn't see what was going on at the tower, so she tried to find the clock tower where Amanda was ambushing, but beyond the firelight, the darkness was shrouded, and the clock tower was not nearby, so she hurried away from the crowd and climbed to the top of the tower from a stone wall in the alley.

At the heights, she finally saw the bell tower that towered above the building, slender as a stake to the left of Ito. In front of her, more than 30 soldiers armed with torches surrounded the ruins. Seven or eight hounds barked incessantly towards the gloomy ruins, but a few hounds cowered behind their owners out of timidity. The soldier slashed at their heads with a short whip and cursed incessantly.

At the front of the crowd were two Sanctuary cultists from Star Bay, talking to the soldiers, pointing to the ruins and dancing with their hands. For a moment, the soldiers seemed to have received an order, and more than a dozen people met the crowd and drove them away from here.

Itong finally saw Carol in the chaos of the crowd, he was in the right position, if the dead who were hiding in the ruins of the tower rushed out, Kyrol could take the lead and kill the dead and quell the chaos. But the soldiers didn't know each other, and they shoved and shoved Carol and verbally warned him. Carol obediently retreated from the street and blended into the crowd again. At the same time, the guards began to light more torches, and they began to throw them at the ruins in order to force the killer out.

These fools, the flames only make the undead more cruel, Itong complained to himself, and then walked down the stone wall closer to the tower. The torches that landed on the ground burst out of thousands of sparks, but they could not ignite the ruins, on the contrary, the hounds that had just been refreshed did not move, they shook their bodies desperately, their teeth tearing the ropes, and whimpering and neighing at their masters.

"The dead are making the last choice. At some point, Carol came to her side, his voice very low.

Itong glanced sideways at him, "The dead don't have thoughts, otherwise they wouldn't be stupid enough to come to a place where humans gather." ”

"In short, these soldiers of Patumon will suffer. Carole took out his broadsword, pulled off the black cloth, and put one foot on the half-foot-high stone wall, staring at the ruins below. "He must be brought out. ”

"How?"

Carole straightened, his arm raised in the air, and quickly threw it down. After a few seconds, an arrow burst out from behind the two men, swept overhead, and approached the ruins, only to hear a heart-rending scream from the depths of the ruins, and the besieging soldiers fell into confusion and fear, and the people in the streets and alleys avoided the sound. The hound broke free from the rope and fled with his tail between his legs, leaving only his struggling owner.

In an instant, a pale figure burst out of the ruins, and the flames dancing around it became as small as candlelight. "It's now!" By the time Carol said this, Itong had already jumped off the tall building, her speed lightning fast, her dual-wielding dagger turning into a red glow in the flickering firelight. She bypassed the slumped guards and followed the footsteps of the dead into the alley.

The light dimmed rapidly until it was pitch black, and Itong stopped, got down on one knee, and listened. The wailing behind her continued, which also caused the whole town to bark in unison, and in the upper right of her, an old woman muttered and pushed open the wooden window, looking left and right, a ray of light instantly illuminated the alley, and Yi Tong was able to see the scene in front of her. Two hounds who had just joined the encirclement were lying in a dark corner, seemingly lifeless, and a stray cat was squatting on a stone beam, smiling at the two corpses.

It must be nearby, it's strange, why can't I feel it, I'm still squatting on the ground and not moving. Hearing a loud and deafening sound of footsteps behind him, Carol rushed with a big sword, and the stray cat hurriedly jumped off the stone beam and got into the crack in the door. "Run in that direction, I see!" his movements and voice were almost like a roaring old cow. Itong ignored his judgment and searched for footprints through the carcasses of the two hounds. She saw stab marks on the stone wall next to the corpse, as well as skull paw prints carrying silt. It must be above, Itong turned around and pointed to the top of his head, and Carol understood what Itong meant, and then walked into the alley on the other side.

As she followed the footsteps to the top of the tower, a dark gray figure crouched at the top of the building three buildings away from her, his body twitching and his head shaking. That's right, right there, Itong approached her cautiously, but accidentally stepped on the fine tiles, and the crisp sound cut through the silence. The figure squirmed, and then headed for the clock tower in the center of town.

Don't try to escape from my palm again, Itong pulled out of his steps and followed closely. To her left, Carol jumped up and ran alongside her, his broadsword like an outstretched wing. The two of them gradually approached the fleeing deceased, one left and one right.