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'It's so cold—'

A gentle breeze blew through the clearing between the trees in the Bao Forest, but it could not disperse the thick fog that had coalesced from the cold winter air.

The woman's voice is ethereal but seems to be close at hand, like a whisper in a dream, making people feel in a trance, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

"Cheer up!" Constantine shouted loudly and forcefully in front of him to refocus the knights, he was a natural leader, and he firmly erected the benchmark so that his subordinates would have a light to guide them when they were confused.

But Rao was so, and the tired look on the knights' faces could not be dispelled.

No matter how disciplined iron-blooded soldiers and imperial tough guys are, they can't be completely bloodless and tearless.

Everyone has their own soft place in their heart, some people are family members, and some people are lovers. It is precisely because of these good things that people can make up their minds to fight, and people with conviction are the most extraordinary in combat, but in a way, they are also the most vulnerable.

What's the point of fighting if the very thing you believe you want to protect has been violated or even ceased to exist?

Even if you have dreams, especially nightmares, you will wake up a little depressed. But the dream effect always causes them to quickly forget all about it and continue to return to their normal lives.

Forgetting is a bad thing most of the time, but in this case, many people wish they could forget.

Compared to long-lived races such as elves, human emotions are more delicate and enthusiastic. And because of this, humans are not suitable to survive as a long-lived race.

"If a person really lives a long, long time, then either he is very emotionally apathetic, or. ”

"He has a terrible memory. ”

"The things you loved will one day cease to exist, and everything you know will change through the vicissitudes of life. If you memorize all of this with enthusiasm and a great memory, those places that don't fit in will only make you feel like a stranger who can't fit in with this whole era, and can't find a place for yourself anywhere. ”

"A man who stands in the torrent of time, but can't find even a confidant. ”

"The Forsaken. ”

"Thus the memory is painful. ”

And to forget, to be gratifying. ”

The dream that the witch gave them was too profound.

What is lost, the warmth that can no longer be touched, the past time, someone who has been lost.

When I finally saw you again, I was rudely interrupted and told you that this was a dream that there was no way back.

So why not let me forget about it all?

The more I think about it, the more profound the fragments of those memories become. So much so that all night last night, almost all of them had insomnia.

It was already in the middle of the jungle, the weather was cold, and the ground smelled of bloody rust and all kinds of dirty, moldy, and smelly. Coupled with the disgusting stench emitted by the two dozen ghouls who died at the gate of the camp with the gusting breeze, not many people could sleep well in the first place, because they were suddenly affected and fell asleep instantly, and they didn't even eat dinner well.

Then, because of what they saw in the dream, they woke up, and the people did not have the appetite to eat again.

Dampness and coldness invade the bone marrow, and blankets and cloaks and even campfires cannot completely dispel them.

The physical discomfort combined with the inner discomfort caused the vast majority of even the knights of the empire to begin to show signs of decadence.

They fear sleep, but they look forward to it somewhat.

What if you fall asleep and then dream again? But after dreaming, you have to wake up and face reality again.

So why not let me forget about it all?

Let those things that have been buried by time return to the deepest part of the heart and be sealed in the dust.

Fatigue, pain, tangle. In this case, some of the supplies left behind by the highlanders were only enough for a team of about 60 people for about two days.

And if that's not that bad, then add to that the threat that lurks in the forest.

And the fact that they are lost in this forest.

What to do?

What can be done?

Most people were confused in their hearts, and although there were a few forks in the ancient road in the Bao Forest, they should have been close to the small town of Scoti. But after walking for a morning today, the people who had walked this road first quickly noticed something surprising.

They went down a completely different path.

Not only the vegetation, but also the paving floor is strange - the original trail is probably built in the Classical Lamanite era and used the best processed limestone. Because of the particularity of the local stone and the surrounding environment, it presents a blue-gray texture.

The stones on this side of the road are beige and appear to be much older in terms of weathering.

Judging by the region, it is clear that the only local civilization that had the ability to pave roads before the Raman era was Mobigas.

Although anything can happen in this thick fog, walking on the ancient roads paved by people thousands of years ago gives people a wonderful feeling of traveling through time and space.

"It's the Baka Trail. When Constantine and the others stopped to consult the map for traces, Henry, who was next to him, spoke.

“...... Is it the city of Katigali ahead? Konstantin glanced back at the sage, then turned the map around, focusing his eyes on a location that was not named.

If you were to connect the map where they are now with the town of Scotty, the place where they are now would be a fork perpendicular to the diagonal line. If you want to continue on, you have to go to the old city, which has been abandoned for many years, and turn back to the main road again, and this process will add several days to the journey.

Soldiers who have been on the march for many years know the importance of preserving food.

It was common for them to divide a loaf of bread into two for two people, but now the whole party totaled more than sixty people—and that's not counting the forty or so horses.

The Padrossi-style knight's armor is more mature than that of the West Coast, with a slim design, a shape to resist weapon attacks, and reduced armor plates on the back hips and inner thighs, as well as excellent smelting technology, so that its full weight can be controlled to around 25 kilograms. But this, combined with the knight himself, who weighs no less than seventy kilograms, and the various weapons and supplies, and the horse itself is covered with horse plate armor, and even a well-blooded war horse will be very tired after a day's march.

Lacking food and grass, and only the berries and bush leaves picked nearby could satisfy their hunger, many Imperial knights who felt sorry for their companions were no longer even willing to ride on them, anyway, because of the fog, they simply came down and walked, to lighten the burden on their horses as much as possible.

It's not one thing to delay, the people and horses will only get more and more tired, and the morale of the whole team is very low at this time because of the encounter with the witch last night.

There is no time for hesitation.

"Go cut the rope. Konstantin ordered Mikhail. The young knight was stunned for a moment, but finally nodded, followed his captain's wishes, and hurried towards the rear.

"No, nobleman, you can't do that!" Ronaud, hungry and cold, sloppy and stinking, begged for mercy in horror, Constantine's so-called cutting the rope was not to give trust to a dozen highlanders, who were tied up and led to the back of the line like slaves, and the knight chief meant to untie the rope that was pulling.

"Do it yourself. Mikhail's expression was a little complicated, but the military order was like a mountain, and he could only say this short sentence in the end.

"Prepare to turn around—" Konstantin said in a loud voice again, ready to return the way he came to get back on the right path after "lightening the load" of the team. But it was at this time that some sound came from the surrounding misty bushes.

"What?!" Trance and exhaustion were replaced by a nervous cold sweat for a moment, the Bao Forest was vast, but as far as was known, there were no other friendly forces.

Those who will approach them, whether living or dead, can only be enemies.

"Ahh

Dense and crowded.

This was far more numerous than anyone had expected, and the presence of more than two hundred on each side directly surrounded the back of the group.

"Damn the undead!" "Hurry up, retreat, retreat!" "Ahh

"Break through!" Henry reversed the spear in his hand and struck the throat of a highlander undead with the tip of the spear, and the condescending posture combined with the impact of the swift shot caused it to fall to the ground in an instant.

"Boom—" Mira drew her sword, and because of the distance of the attack, she stood by Margaret's side.

"Withdraw!" Konstantin crumpled up the parchment map and stuffed it directly into the armpit of the cuirass, and then took a spear from the hand of the knight next to him, and flicked it directly with the tip of the spear, and squeezed an undead soul to pieces.

"Drive!" said Margaret, flicking her whip, and when she set out, the noble lady who seemed to be fresh even in a flatbed carriage was gone, and she steered her horse like a little coachman and pulled the cart and accelerated forward. And after this vacancy appeared, Uncle Mario and a mercenary's carriage quickly picked up.

"Ahh Among the corpses were both Imperial and Highlanders, whose weapons had been lost, but who still retained their instincts.

Will attack with his hands and teeth.

"Withdraw, withdraw, withdraw!" Hurry up, and a dozen wagons sped up rapidly, and in a jolt they drove off into the distance.

"I curse you! damn Raman mongrel!!" As the ropes were tied together, one villager was pounced on by the undead, and the others were pulled to the ground, and before he was completely overwhelmed by the walking corpse, Rono craned his neck desperately and roared hysterically.

"Let's go!" Henry, Mira, Ferruccio, and Filippo and a dozen other Imperial knights stayed behind, and when the carriage and most of the others had withdrawn, they commanded their horses to launch a counter-charge against the undead group, and then stopped sharply and turned around to quickly regain distance.

"Bang!" The two lagging knights were surrounded by too much depth, but they skillfully controlled their horses and knocked several walking corpses to the ground with a heavy back kick.

Plasma splattered bones and tooth fragments flew in the air, but the knights who came back to their senses were only in a cold sweat, for in the thinner fog they could clearly see the mass of corpses of four or five hundred men still growing.

"Hell!" like a colony of ants, their numerical superiority allows them to roam almost the land. Even if this part of the undead is unarmed, once they fall into it, they will definitely end up with no bones.

And that doesn't seem to be all.

"Ahh

The terrifying and strange scream that Mira was already familiar with rang out, and then rushed out of the corpse a villager with his hands tied and covered in blood.

"Bang-bang-" The muscles of his arms tensed, black body fluids flowed in the blood vessels, and the hemp rope that had been loosened by the bite was directly burst by it.

It let out a strange scream, and with a leap it came to the knight, who had not yet fully accelerated.

"Hell!" The Imperial Knight shot it in the abdomen, but the wound that could have caused a lot of damage to ordinary people did not kill the undead. Strangely, it raised its head, its white bloodstained face glowing blue eyes and the knight across the visor, and for a moment the knight saw an unforgettable hatred there.

――It's as if this thing is still conscious.

"Click-" "What-" It grabbed the spear that had pierced its abdomen, and then stood on its feet on the ground.

"Goo-" The knight, who had been pulled out of balance, almost dropped off his horse, "Let go!" Henry shouted decisively, turning around and flipping his wrist to grip the spear.

"Ahh

"Bang!" it fell to the ground, and the bodily fluids gradually dispersed. "Thank you!" the knight thanked Henry, who nodded and the two of them continued to accelerate in front of each other.

And when the horses disappeared into the fog and the sound of the horses' hooves faded away, several thin palms stretched out from the pile of corpses.

"Hate—"

"Hate—"

A hoarse murmur echoed through the air.

"Kill the light—"

The corpses suddenly stopped, and they were all in place, driven by instinct, and all of them froze in place like statues in an instant.

"Kill them all. ”

The undead.

He turned around in unison.