It was already noon, and the eighth master and fifteen soldiers and a white-robed priest successfully entered the military camp next to the cliff of Fenglei Mountain. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The barracks is divided into two parts, one part is the building outside the cliff, and the other part is the space carved out inside the cliff.

The barracks were built so that the soldiers could have a place to train and enter the fortifications as quickly as possible to fight.

The entire fortification extends all the way to the gate, and then passes through the gate to the other side.

However, the entire fortification can only be entered from the side that leans towards the Rongen Empire, and the Duchy of Stennis is only wrapped in a high stone wall of defense, and it is impossible to enter the fortification unless you climb up.

After entering the barracks, the eighth master assisted several soldiers to quickly clean up the ghouls inside.

The white-robed priest then conducted a detailed investigation of the barracks, collecting all the remaining information about ghouls, and bringing them back.

Most of the supplies inside the barracks have been removed, and the arsenal still contains a large number of weapons and arrows.

The barracks gate was damaged, and judging by the traces of destruction, it should have been broken through from the outside in.

Passing through the barracks will lead to the passage into the fortifications inside the Wind Thunder Cliff, the gate of the passage is unlocked, and the defense gate is intact and there are no signs of damage.

Pushing open the door of the passage, there were several ghouls inside, and after eliminating the ghouls, everyone noticed that there were still some ghouls on the ground that had been killed by the people who defended before, and there were broken weapons stuck in the corpses.

There is also a large gate at the end of the passage, which is still unlocked, and through this gate, it is possible to successfully enter the fortifications.

The eighth master left five soldiers to guard the gate, and if any danger is found, he can ring the warning bell next to the gate in time to warn everyone in advance.

The fortification behind the gate is a three-meter-wide walkway with a defensive window on one side, which protects against attacks from the direction of the barracks and allows for lighting inside the fortifications.

On the other side of the aisle are rooms ranging from a soldier's makeshift lounge to an officer's single lounge, as well as a recreation hall, a data room, an armory room, and a resource reserve room.

The eighth master took two warriors to explore in the direction of the gate of the Wind Thunder Mountain Range, while the white-robed priest and the eight warriors explored in the opposite direction.

When passing through an officer's single lounge, the eighth master left two soldiers to guard in the corridor, and he entered the room to check.

The room was just over ten square meters, with a single bed, a table and chairs, and then a cabinet for personal belongings.

Whether the space is narrow or not, it is not very convenient for the eighth master to squeeze in it.

The cups on the table had been knocked over and smashed to the floor, the cupboard had been opened, and there were still clothes in it, and the bedding on the bed was still there, and there were still traces of the master when he got up from the bed, and it seemed that the officer who lived in the house was in a hurry when he left.

The eighth master, who was about to turn around and leave, suddenly found a small box under the bed, so he squatted down, took the box out from under the bed, put it on the empty table, and then sat on the only chair and began to look at the box carefully.

This is a small box that opens and closes up and down, about a dozen saucers, the shell of the box is a wooden structure, and the upper and lower edges of the lid are protected by iron sheets, and it is not easy to pry open from the edges.

Small boxes like this are usually kept private valuables.

The eighth master picked up the box and gently tossed it at his ears, there were some small objects moving, but the space for movement was limited, there should be other items filling the space, and it was not clear what was received.

The small box is now locked with an iron lock, and perhaps the owner forgot to take it with him when he left, or perhaps he deliberately left it because it was inconvenient to take it away.

The eighth master got up and rummaged through the cabinet, but there was no key to the box.

Violently destroying the lock, there is a possibility of damaging the contents of the box, in order to check the contents of the box, the eighth master still decided to violently open the box.

The eighth master called in one of the soldiers who had been guarding, and then asked him to split the lock with his own sword.

This lock is still quite strong, the elite of the Black Lion Regiment slashed five swords in a row to break the lock ring, and the wooden box was also cut a few gaps, and then the eighth master asked the soldiers to continue to guard outside the house, and he sat back on the chair and began to check the contents of the wooden box.

There were more than a dozen gold coins in the wooden box, and the small linen money bag for the gold coins was wide open and empty.

The eighth master put the gold coin back into the linen money bag, put the money bag on the left hand side and continued to check.

A wooden statue, the idol of King Okutenjin, appears to be a believer in Okutenjin.

An ink tank, the wooden lid of the ink tank is still covered, the eighth master gently unscrewed the lid, there is ink inside, smelled the fragrance of ink, it is relatively easy to buy ink on the market.

Two quills, one has worn off the feathers at the root due to long-term friction with the hand, and the other looks relatively new and should not be used for long.

Underneath these things are two notebooks, and under the notebook is a thick pile of letters.

The eighth master took out the diary and put it on his right hand, and then briefly checked the letter at the bottom, which was sent by a girl named Leannelia Juanshi, and the recipient was Prus Byrd.

At the bottom of the letter was a clean grey cloth handkerchief, presumably a token from Miss Lyannelia to Prus.

The eighth master put the handkerchief letter back into the small box, then pushed the box aside, took the top diary from the right hand side and began to turn it from the first page.

On March 6, 25 years of Rong En IV, it was sunny

Today is the year since I arrived in Misty City, and I have just run out of my old diary, so I will use my new journal to record a new beginning.

Miss Leannelia's letter had not yet arrived, and I was really worried that she had not taken good care of herself and had made herself sick again. If so, please bless Miss Lyanne with good health, and I, Prouss, will dedicate to you the highest glory that I have pursued all my life.

In March, it was already October, and the eighth master quickly flipped through the diary, crossed the middle part, and flipped until August, and finally saw some records related to the monsters of Misty City.

On August 19, 25th year of the reign of Jon IV, it rained lightly

Today was my favorite light rainy day, but I can't be happy now, because the terrible monster of the city appeared a few days ago and bit people in the slums.

Two squads of our regiment had just rushed over to deal with this matter, and the god Okutenjin blessed them with safety.

By the way, the money I saved was enough to buy a small building of our own in Misty City, but that was only enough to buy a building in the slums of East City, but the people there were more mixed, and the environment was not so good. I plan to buy us a better stone building in an ordinary residential area in Xicheng District, but the money is still a little short now, I will work hard, Miss Lean Liya, please wait for me for a few more months.

Fog on August 20, 25th year of Ronn IV

Today was terrible.

The team that went to Dongcheng District last night to investigate did not return until this morning, and we have been looking for them all day, and we have not found them in the evening.

The terrain of the slums was already terrible, and it was so foggy today that my team almost got lost in it.

The god of Okuten, bless the Black Stick Squad and the Tin Drum Squadron.

I'm so tired, I'll write about it today.

Fog on August 21 of the 25th year of the reign of Rong En IV

Hell, hell, the body of a member of the Black Stick Squad was found in a broken garden.

His whole body looked like he had been scorched by fire, his head had been cut off, and his armor was still intact.

Next to him were several equally charred corpses, some with their limbs cut off, some with holes in their stomachs that had been pierced by something, but all of them had their heads cut off without exception.

There are also nine members of the Black Stick Squad and ten members of the Tin Drum Squad who have not been found, they should have fought monsters, but no trace of them has been found around, where have they gone?

It was sunny on August 22, 25th year of Rong En IV

I've been busy since the early hours of last night until just now, and I just took some time to rest.

Our handsome squadron leader was attacked by a monster while searching for a monster yesterday, and he died in the battle with the monster.

Oh my God, he took more than eighty men with him, but only nineteen escaped.

I was temporarily promoted to squadron leader to take over his position, and in addition to my own squad and the soldiers who had escaped, the regiment commander also transferred me more than fifty new recruits, and he asked me to put the new team in order immediately, and then be ready to carry out the task at any time.

I still want to write a lot, but I'll take a break first.

God Blessing!

On August 25, 25th year of the reign of Jon IV

I'm so tired today, thinking that I haven't written a diary for three days, I'll write some.

The City Lord had already ordered the gate of the Wind Thunder Mountain Range to be closed a few days ago, and the entire Dongcheng District would be sealed and isolated.

My squadron and I are training around the clock these days, and I heard that the fighters sent to Dongcheng have sacrificed a lot, and we will soon be sent to fight.

God Okuten's blessing...

Fog on August 27, 25th year of Jon IV

Hell, today's letter to Lean Lia was withheld, saying that the whole city was under an intelligence blockade.

I know I'm at war with the Duchy of Stannis, but can't even a loyal warrior like me be trusted?

The outer gates of the city have been closed, and several additional legions sent by the lord are blocking the outside of the city, and now if you want to leave the city of misty, you must have a letter of permission signed by the lord himself.

Light rain on August 31 of the 25th year of Rong En IV

The entire Dongcheng District may be about to fall, and none of the teams sent out to rescue this morning or the teams that asked for assistance have returned.

My squadron, which had the honor of serving as a garrison reserve at the gate of the Wind Thunder Mountains, was not sent out.

The civilians gathered around the gate of the Wind and Thunder Mountain Range in Dongcheng District frantically stormed the gate every day, they wanted to come to Xicheng District, but Xicheng District was already overcrowded, and there were no more people in the early jam.

Dongcheng District has become a battlefield, Xicheng District has become a refugee camp, and the entire Misty City can be seen everywhere in the panic of people.

The gods of Otenth appear to save your poor people...