"What's wrong? Is the situation serious? Captain. A soldier standing behind him who had been assigned a messenger task asked in confusion.

Obviously, he is not experienced enough, and he has not yet figured out the situation, and these things are obviously not what a soldier like him needs to know. And now in this situation, Bent didn't have time and mood to explain to him.

At this time, he asked so many extra questions, which made Bent, who was already in a very bad mood because of the unexpected situation, kick him with all his might, and then roared at him:

"Where did you get all this nonsense, and don't look at what time it is, and don't hurry up to carry out the order!Remember, this is the most urgent military situation, and to report it directly to these three adults, it is said that a large number of unknown troops are approaching the town, and they ignore our willingness to stop and ask. ”

"Yes!" After a loud yes, several of the soldiers in charge of the herald trotted away. The reprimanded soldier didn't dare to say anything, so he had to run to carry out the mission with doubts and subconscious panic.

Bent, who had sent the information back, had done everything he could. Then he could only look anxious, sweat nervously, and stare closely at the approaching black frenzy.

I hope that the reactions of the big guys can be fast enough, otherwise these dozens of militiamen who have not been trained very much in my hands will not be able to withstand so many troops." Even if it's just a group of farmers, the sheer superiority in numbers can definitely overwhelm us in an instant. Bent thought with some pessimism.

About half an hour had passed since the heralds left. During this period, Bent and all the leaders of the team who had some insight were always in a high degree of tension.

At this time, as the enemy gradually approached, Bent found that this force, which numbered to say a few thousand, was strange in every way.

As the distance between the two sides approached, Bent could already faintly see faces in the front row, and he noticed that most of the enemy front rows were ...... Populace?!

Yes, the people. There were men and women, old and young, and even a few children who were obviously only five or six years old, and thin old men in their seventies and eighties, much to Bent's surprise. A deep anger welled up in my heart.

'Use the common people as a shield. Is it really the kingdom's troops on the other side?When will the kingdom's troops be allowed to use this toothless method of driving ordinary people to attack the city when facing their own people?' Bent began to wonder for the first time whether this force was the kingdom's regular army.

Gradually, as the distance between the two gets closer and closer. Bent found another great sense of incongruity. With the help of a telescope in your hand, the lookout hand is there. He could clearly see that the 'common people' in front of him all had one strange thing in common - none of them had any expression on their faces.

Ordinary people who would otherwise be used as siege tools will exude emotions such as fear, nervousness, panic, despair, and sadness. But don't say these fierce expressions on the faces of these people. Even the facial expressions that ordinary people should have were not at all, and some were just stiff faces like dead corpses.

It's not just that, as the enemy approaches. Bent could already see the people behind, and they were almost all dressed as ordinary people in front. Bent could even see some people's faces, it was simply unbearable, even Bent, who had been a career officer for several years and participated in several actual battles, couldn't help but roll violently with power.

"It's disgusting!" was the only adjective he could think of when he saw the horrible faces.

It looked like pale skin that had been soaked in the sea for days, dull and very empty eyes, mouths slightly open and toothless, and most importantly, some of them even had carrion on their faces that were clearly falling.

'They're definitely not human!' was the only conclusion Bent had in his mind when he saw the enemy on the other side.

Finding this abnormal Bent, he stared at the humanoid creature in front of him tightly, his hands holding the telescope were already covered with sweat, and his hands with green muscles and irregular muscles were completely frozen.

The appearance of such an order of magnitude abnormal humanoid creature in his field of vision made him can't help but open his mouth in surprise, as if he didn't want to believe the facts in front of him. I didn't feel the discomfort of sweat dripping from my forehead and hair to my eyes.

It's not that he hasn't seen humanoid creatures of other races, orcs, barbarians, giants, dwarves, elves, and even transformed werewolves, and the town called Banki itself has a variety of intelligent humanoid races.

This is one such town.

Therefore, Bent, who usually lives here, has not seen many other races with strange appearances. But what's going on with these guys in front of you? It's obviously human, but looking at their expressions, you can't think that they are your own kind, and there is no way to accept them.

And there is one biggest difference between them and humans.

Yes, a huge difference.

In the back row of the line, even some "people" began to eat the flesh of their companions, tearing each other at their own kind, and the huge roar and bloody breath made the "people" in that area commotion.

It wasn't until a few bald heads in red robes stepped forward to stop them that they gradually subsided.

The biggest difference between them and humans and other intelligent beings is that they have no moral or ethical values, and no other creature would bite its own kind under the circumstances, and it seems to be unjustified.

"What kind of monsters are these!" Bent, who thought of this, couldn't hold back the fear of the unknown and disorder in his heart, and roared out loud about the fear of the unknown in his heart. The loud voice made the surrounding subordinates turn their heads one after another, but they didn't know how to answer Bent's question.

Because they don't know what kind of monsters they are, after all, they are only some militia non-commissioned officers with the most basic education, and the problem is too advanced for them.

Just when everyone was at a loss, a voice suddenly broke the indescribable and uncomfortable silence: "It's not a rare monster, it's probably a creature like a ghoul." ”

This familiar voice reached Bent's ears, and at the same time, Bent, who was in a panic, suddenly became ecstatic. (To be continued......)