"I'm sure the people who left the city won't come back!"

The fat soldier crouching in the corner had not cleaned his beard for a full month, his face haggard, even the thick velvet-wrapped armor could not hide his trembling form, and his voice revealed horror, shouting loudly to his companions.

"We've all seen the horror of mutants, and it's not a human power that humans can match. Master Dunbar...... Phew! That mongrel named Dunbar must be tired of life, and it is not enough for him to want to go out of the city to die, so he has to drag most of the men in the city out to be buried, and now how many garrisons are left in the city? There are less than 2,000 men! And half of them are disabled veterans, and I can already predict that after the army that left the city is wiped out, those mutated mongrels will jump over the city walls and come to the city, tearing everyone to pieces!"

"The gods are above, I really hope to connect your ** with your mouth, so that you can teach you to completely close that stinky mouth. ”

The thin soldier really couldn't stand his nagging, the most important thing was that he was now eating rations, it was a smoked sausage, although it was frozen a little hard by the wind and snow, but the aroma of the meat still made him want to stop, but unfortunately he was completely disturbed by the chatter of his companions, thinking of being torn apart by the monster's claws, his intestines and organs would fall to the ground in one go, and he looked at the sausage in his hand and began to become sick to his stomach.

"Aren't you worried! Aren't you afraid? I don't believe you didn't think about that!" the fat soldier wailed in a broken break.

The thin soldier threw away the remaining half of the sausage, and a big black spotted dog quickly jumped out of the corner of the street and snatched the sausage away, looking impatient and obviously hungry, he didn't have time to care about the big dog, grabbed the fat soldier's shoulders and pushed him against the outer wall of the house.

"Listen, of course I know the worst is going to be like this, but so what? there's only one dead end to get out of the city, and the sea route is blocked before the cold wave passes, there's no third way out of this damn town, so instead of chattering here, let's have some fun with me. ”

"Fun?"

"Do you see that house?" he said, pointing to the red-lacquered high house near the street, "it is a weaving building, and many of the women who remain in the city are crowded into the building, and many of them are so beautiful that they are hot. No, of course I wouldn't want to rush in, that's an idiot's behavior, even a woman, a hundred rushing up can grind you into a pulp. I saw the narrow alley on the side of the street, the only way connecting the weaving house to the hut, it was pitch black, and it was easy to do whatever you wanted there. ”

"What do you mean?"

"That's what you're thinking, hell, are you hesitating? We don't have much to live, and so are those bitches, don't let us enjoy our bare breasts and white legs, do you want to cheapen those mutated bastards out of town?" Come here, friend, come with me!"

....................

"Hera?"

Daphne saw the needle and thread in her hand and looked at Hera's blushing little face sitting next to her.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you blushing so much. ”

She put her hand on Hera's forehead, thinking that she had a fever, but she saw Hera shaking her head, tears almost bursting from the corners of her eyes, and she stood up and stomped her feet in small steps.

"Could it be that the one is in a hurry?"

Hera nodded in confusion.

Devany almost laughed out loud and whispered to her, "Do you remember the location of the thatched hut, at the end of the alley on the left downstairs, and you want me to accompany you?"

Hera shook her head, and ran out of the weaving building at a trot, running down the alley without looking back.

Boom!

An arm suddenly appeared in front of her, and a dim light lit up in the darkness, and the thin soldier in full armor looked at the first prey that had been caught, a very beautiful little girl, her face flushed, and even her breathing became disordered.

"Whew~"

He whistled lightly and said with a smile, "Fatty, come and see, it's still a chick." ”

Hera was so suffocated that she was already on the verge of collapse and was inexplicably stopped, and in her anger, she bit down on the soldier's arm.

"Hahahaha, look! what a naïve girl, she actually wanted to bite off the black steel with her teeth!" the thin soldier laughed exaggeratedly, his arm unharmed, but Hera whimpered and hugged her teeth a few steps back, apparently her teeth hurting.

The fat soldier walked out with an oil lamp and looked at his movements with some doubt: "This girl ...... It looks too small. ”

"Small, small only have feelings, do you want to do it? If you want to, I can let you go first, if you don't have the guts, then you deserve to stir your stick in my **!"

Seeing that the fat soldier was still hesitant, the thin soldier ignored him, unbuckled the belt of his trousers with one hand, and reached out to Hera with the other, so that he would tear the little girl's clothes to shreds, revealing her smooth shoulders.

"Uh-uh!" Hera glared at her, screaming hoarsely.

"It turned out to be a little mute. The thin soldier grinned lewdly, and was about to touch Hera's neckline.

Hera's anger faded suddenly, replaced by absolute indifference.

Uh!x7 (Writing in a row looks like seven is too.,Just replace it)

There are only seven syllables in a row, but if you look closely, you can hear that these seven syllables are in a completely different range, and when the syllables begin to jump and rise rhythmically, the silent air becomes extremely violent as if awakened.

", what's going on!"

The thin soldier gasped and clutched at his heart, his heart aching as if it were about to be shredded by countless knives.

The fat soldier also felt the drastic change in the air, and with a frightened cry, he threw down the oil lamp and ran towards the entrance of the alley without hesitation.

"You...... You!" The thin soldier looked up with difficulty, looking at Hera's lips open and closed in horror.

It was the last image he saw.

Hera closes with a syllable in the very high register.

She is a witch who controls the power of "voice", and she has just emitted a series of notes that form the amplitude of a sound wave at a specific frequency, and this amplitude is the same as the frequency of the thin soldier's own heartbeat, and the amplitude of her voice exceeds the upper limit of what her heart can bear.

The end result was a thud in the thin soldier's chest.

He collapsed limply to the ground, and in his chest, his heart had burst into a blood-colored mass of flesh.

Hera didn't even look at him, she was almost driven crazy by the swelling in her abdomen, and after finishing off the thin soldier, she ran in the direction of the toilet with a crying little face.

"Saved!"

The fat soldier ran out of the alleyway, covered in cold sweat.

The light of the torch illuminated his fat face.

"Man, you run out of this alleyway...... I see."

Daphne figured out all the key points in an instant, and her voice became cold: "Tell me, what did you do to the little girl who just went in?"

"I didn't do anything, I swear!"

"Good. ”

As soon as the fat soldier wanted to congratulate himself on his cowardice, he was burned to char by the blazing flames, and he didn't even have a chance to snort.

"Then you can die happily. ”

Tap Tap Tap Tap!

The sound of horses' hooves was as fast as thunder.

As he greeted Lord Dunbar and the Legion of the Legion back to the city, the badge in Thorsey's lining, which he was no longer qualified to wear, trembled violently.

This means that someone has used great power, either a magician or a witch!

He leaped from his horse with agility, and at the same time drew the steel sword in his sheath, and looked at the woman standing next to the fire, his heart was slightly sad, although there were women among the magicians, but there were very few of them, and it was obvious that he had a better chance of encountering a witch.

"Ma'am, I advise you not to put up fearless resistance. He threatened.

"I wonder if the witchers have their brains bad when they mutate, so that your threat seems so stupid. ”

Daphne flicked her hair unconcernedly.

"It's you! I met you at the outpost!" Sothy recognized her at once.

"Then I have the impression that your status in the castle must be not low in the soldier's attitude towards you, so it will be easy to do. Listen, I don't want to fight you, and you don't have to waste your time on me, this person is more than innocent. I can promise you to leave the castle as soon as the cold spell passes, and you won't make trouble in the city in the meantime, but you have to promise me to help me find the whereabouts of a man. ”