The cold evening breeze blew on the sand at low tide, and several longships hidden in the sea fog quietly approached the beach of Fort Clarion, like ghosts in the cold moonlight, they quietly lowered their anchors on the sea in the distance, and rushed to the shore of Fort Clarion in longboats.

Leaning on the bow of the ship in the dark, Gesas stared coldly at the brightly lit fortress of Hornfort on the cliff of the island, and couldn't help but sneer - these timid Turineites were probably still trembling behind the walls, praying to their hypocritical gods, but unfortunately tonight was a full moon night, and their glorious cross could not bless them.

While these idiots were indeed powerful, they were definitely not as familiar with the terrain of Hornfort as the people of Bright Star City - this seemingly dangerous island actually had a lot to climb, and as a native of Bright Star City, Gesas happened to know that there was a path on the cliff of the castle, which was quite dangerous, but it was not a problem if there were only a few dozen people.

Gesas and the dozens of brothers behind him were the same group of people whose ship was sunk in the naval battle after Little Goodwin, and less than a hundred of them survived in the entire ship - he didn't blame Commander Landzel for not wanting to save him, this is the rule of the "Purple Sails" mercenary group, no one will pity cowards and unlucky ghosts, and the defeated defeated soldiers can only be qualified to continue to stay in the "Purple Sails" mercenary group if they prove themselves.

By raiding the rear of Fort Clarion and lighting a fire to create chaos, Landezel, who led the main force of the "Purple Sails" mercenary group, was able to easily take this important sea fortress, and also took the opportunity to cut off the supply route between the port of The Hague and the expeditionary force, turning them completely alone!

But for Gesas and his brothers, an attack on a well-guarded castle by a few dozen men was almost a mortal task. But in order to be able to return to the command of the "Purple Sails", in order to be able to restore their original position, they can do whatever it takes, because they have nothing left - and all of them have been harmed by the Turinins!

"Let's go!" With an angry and cold gaze, Gesas was the first to jump from the boat with a machete, and the icy water flowed directly into his boots, and immediately behind him there was a sound of splashing, and they rushed to the beach in a huddle of each other.

The drenched Dominic soldiers followed him closely, scimites in hand. Gesas, who was walking in front, frowned - he remembered very well that there must have been a small fishing village here, and there were many guys who lived by drying salt and fishing.

But now...... The hut burned by the flames was only a charred remnant, the collapsed wooden fence and the ruins were surrounded by terrible bloodstains, and the whole village was as silent as a tomb, quiet without even the barking of rats and wild dogs, as if even the ruins were "dead".

"Damn Turin Miscellaneous. Gesas scolded fiercely, how could he not know what was happening when he saw such a scene?

Walking slowly through the ruins, although there was always uncontrollable anger in his heart, Gesas always felt that something was wrong - there seemed to be something strange about this ruin, as if something was missing, and he couldn't help but look at the ruins a few more times.

"Leader Gesas...... a brother who followed him suddenly touched him: "Why is there no one in this village?"

Only then did Gesas realize why he felt strange - not only the living, but they had not seen even a single corpse until now.

Where did the rest of the villagers go, were they seized in the castle as coolies or were they buried alive? Just thinking about it and leaving it behind, he didn't care whether these lowly fishermen were dead or alive.

Beckoning to the brothers behind him, the gloomy Gessas continued to walk forward, and only two steps after he walked was met with an extremely terrible scream behind him!

"What's going on?!" the alert Gesas turned his head almost immediately, and the mercenaries around him also looked around in some panic, and then in front of everyone's eyes, the guy who had just asked Gesas had lost his head, leaving only half of his neck that seemed to have been bitten off and spurting blood, and his body kept convulsing and fell into the mud puddle.

Although this group of mercenaries were all ruthless characters who licked blood from the knife edge, they were also frightened by this scene, and before they could come to their senses, another scream suddenly sounded, and Gesas threw the machete in his hand without hesitation, and fell to the ground with the screaming guy.

The blade of the knife was inserted into the body of a dog - it had been seen in two, but the hyena was still moving, and the almost hideous bloody mouth was still tearing at the head that had been bitten off by it, and it had already been unrecognizable!

The creepy Gesas almost immediately raised his machete and slammed it into the hyena's head, spitting: "All assemble, there is something wrong with this village - we are ambushed!"

The mercenaries didn't say much, but gathered around Gesas alertly, scanning back and forth in horror into the dark ruins around them, as if they could spot some enemy lurking inside.

Soon, the originally quiet "fishing village" slowly walked out of one figure after another, staggering towards them, the figure shook as if every step was very difficult, but more and more, more and more, under the tattered clothes were blood-stained bodies, crooked necks and silently approached these strange "enemies" either with broken arms, or even the intestines had flowed out, and even the whole body was scorched black by the fire, but they seemed to be attracted by something.

They're all dead?!

"Don't come, don't come here!" a completely frightened creature yelled and raised a flail and rushed forward, daring to slam into a zombie's head, the fragile skull exploded like a watermelon, and an incomparably foul-smelling liquid burst out of it, spraying all over his body.

"This smells ......" Seeing that the brothers around him rushed forward one after another, Gesas wiped the thing and sniffed it on the tip of his nose, and then his face immediately turned pale - the ignition agent of the Turine?!

"Everyone, get back to the ship-!!!" Gesas cried out almost heartbreakingly, but it was too late, the wails of pain suddenly sounded, and the surrounding "zombies" suddenly burst into flames as if they had made an appointment, and the mercenaries, who were completely caught in the flames, screamed loudly, and the whole ruin was completely thrown into chaos, crashing, trampling, and burning......

The desperate fleeing creatures were thrown to the ground one by one by the fiery zombies, screaming and wailing, and their bodies burned into a pile of scorched rotten flesh.

.................. "Here they are. In the evening breeze, Edward, who was standing on the city wall, looked out at the blazing sea of fire on the beach in the distance, and glanced at Blake Hubble behind him: "Blow the trumpet, let the brethren prepare, they will soon be on the fire." ”

"Yes!" Blake Hubble nodded sharply, turning and walking under the walls, the melodious sound of the horn echoing over the castle. Edward's gaze still did not leave the glare of the distant fire—of course he knew what was going on there, and stroked Angela's little head beside him very dotingly: "Dear Angela, look at your achievements - you are a hero to all of us tonight." ”

"It's not everyone, Angela is Edward's alone. The little maid pouted and shook her head childishly, "Angela is Edward's most powerful tool, always!"