Shaman from Afar

In the evening of the same day, the advancing team finally reached their last resting place under the blizzard-the sentry tower that was destroyed and destroyed in the raid.

In the cold winter wind, the thick snow covered the sentry tower below, but it still allowed people to see what had happened from the only traces left.

No cries of crows, no rotten breath, blood plasma has already dried up, and frozen bones are covered by snow-in the extreme north, all life-threatening existence will be buried in the wind and snow to become nothing, only Under the cold body and the only wreckage left.

There is eternal silence.

Loren riding on horseback silently looked at the remaining broken wall in front of him, and Brandon on the side gradually lost the smile on his face, raised his eyebrows silently, and looked at the piece together. Human purgatory, or ... ruins filled with corpses.

From the ruined and collapsed sentry tower, to the posture and "shape" of the dead soldiers, and the bones of the monsters that were entangled with them and could no longer be separated ... It was chilling to watch.

"We can rest here for one night, and then we will continue to the north tomorrow morning, His Royal Highness." The church knight Nazel stayed on the reins and stopped on Brandon's side:

"It is here that the last outpost of the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain is also the stronghold of the empire closest to the north. Countless devout believers and warriors have visited the place, but because of a sudden attack and a deserted deserter, Turned it and hundreds of heroes into a burial ground! "

While speaking, Naze did not forget to stare coldly at Lucien on the side of the black-haired wizard, his words were full of contempt and hate.

Lushen, whose face was slightly changed, was expressionless, but he silently lowered his eyes and tightened the reins in his hands.

"Let the soldiers clean up the surrounding ruins a little, and try not to disturb the bones of these fallen warriors." Brandon sighed softly, ignoring Naze's second sentence:

"If it doesn't work, we can just find an open space outside the outpost to camp, or try to keep it as it is-wait until the end of winter, and let the fortress people bring their bodies back to the south."

"Camping in the open space?" Naze frowned. "IMHO, Your Highness. You may have forgotten that we are now in the north of the Boundary Mountain, where monsters are rampant; once attacked ..."

"Once the monsters haven't waited for the monsters to rush in front of me, Milasis will fall from the sky and turn them into roasted wild game without worrying about anything."

"But if ..."

Brandon waved his hand, with a lazy smile on his lips: "If there are so many monsters that even the dragons are helpless, I don't think a ruined sentry tower can save much of the situation-what do you think, Chief Knight Lord Nazer? "

"... as you please, Your Highness."

The church knights who were interrupted twice in succession gave a dull snorting noise, and then left the spot with emphasis, and took the two soldiers to arrange camp.

It wasn't until he "drove him away" that the smile on Brandon's face was slightly relaxed and then he breathed a sigh of relief, still remembering to roll his eyes at the back of the church knight, so that Loren could not help but twitch his mouth.

Watching Brandon roll over and give the reins to the guards aside, Loren also took the opportunity to walk towards the inside of the ruins of the sentry tower, observing the surrounding broken walls.

Isaac seemed more interested in the surrounding scenery, enjoying the sunset that was about to fall into the horizon in the distance; and Lucien, who was aware of it, quietly followed behind the black-haired wizard.

From the entrance of the sentry tower, to the promenades, fences, and horse-resisting piles on both sides, the open space in the middle ... Frozen corpses are everywhere, entangled with each other.

The legionnaires who had fallen through the chest on the refusal of the horse, still clutching the broken halberd in their hands;

The young man holding the war bow was bitten off by the werewolf of the icefield, and the arrow in his hand also pierced its eyes;

The trumpeter standing upright; only half of his body was frozen on the lookout, reaching out to touch the horn that he would never reach again;

The two legions of soldiers entangled and fought, blocking the gate of the castle tower with the bones of their enemies;

............ The dark-haired wizard narrowed his eyes slightly, and the scene in front of him seemed to make what happened that night reappeared in front of him. The roar of the cold wind in his ears also turned into a scream of roar and fighting.

"Lorren ... Your Excellency?" The gray pupil standing behind did not know if he should bother to open his mouth, tentatively reaching out to look at the expression of the dark-haired wizard:

"Have you ... found something?"

Loren nodded instinctively and turned to look outside.

The place where the battle started was at the gate.

As can be seen from the arrows remaining in the snow, the guards of the sentry tower did not discover their existence until the monsters approached, and they were unpredictable and unprepared.

The crossbowmen who rushed up temporarily hurriedly shot arrows at the enemy, but they did not have any effect; and they did not know how many the enemy was-because at this point, the sentry tower did not send any rangers for help.

The monsters attacked very violently, and even before the defenders in the sentry tower reacted, they broke through the gate, allowing legionnaires and elite rangers to rely on the gate and the surrounding fence to resist the horse defense.

"Then they had to retreat to the central open space and resist one after another round of offensive; at the same time more monsters climbed up the wooden wall and slaughtered the crossbowmen on one side."

Mumbling to himself, Loren involuntarily walked towards the central open space, his eyes sweeping from the surrounding guardrails one by one-Lusien next to him looked a little dazed.

The expression of the dark-haired wizard in front of him was like he was at the moment when the raid happened.

Loren ignored him and continued to explore the remaining traces around him that had not been completely buried by ice and snow.

I don't know what the reason is. The outpost with many opportunities for help has never sent Rangers reporting to the rear. Almost all of the fallen corpses are facing the gate, and none of them were killed during the escape.

It's very weird, it's like ...

"It's like they know they can't escape, so they struggle to delay time as much as they can." The dark-haired wizard whispered.

"You mean ... they didn't have it, but found that they couldn't escape it?" Lucien asked, incredulously, asked:

"Why is that ... this is impossible!"

"I don't know why, but this is definitely one of the most likely conclusions." Loren shook his head: "I had encountered a situation beyond imagination the previous time, and my experience told me to find Before the evidence, even if the facts are incredible, that is the last and only answer. "

After glancing at the gray pupil with a surprised expression, Loren stretched his finger to the top of the sentry tower: "And the trumpeter ... is the best proof!"

"Trumpeter?" Lucien looked at the position he pointed to. The corpse on the lookout platform with only half of his body, already frozen, was still reaching out to touch the horn that could never be reached.

"If it wasn't for the last despair, at the most irreparable point, they all had time to send out Rangers, ignite wolf smoke or do anything that had a chance to do, and inform the rear of the last news."

Loren looked at the trumpeter silently, with a bit of respect in his eyes: "But he also had to climb the tower to sound the trumpet and put all his hopes on the reinforcements who could come … I think this can explain a lot of things. ”

Because this is the only possibility ...?

Lucien guessed so.

"In short, there must have been a lot of accidents in this raid ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but it has nothing to do with poor detection." Loren, who had come back, shook his head: "And this is where the monsters last appeared. , Continue to search and definitely find more threads ... "

Half of the words said that Loren stopped suddenly, and Lucien turned back a little curiously to see him squatting on the ground, fiddle with a campfire in the corner.

"A small question." Loren, who turned his back to Lussin, said softly: "Recently ... will any Rangers ever come here?"

"Shouldn't it, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Loren replied without expression, and his right hand hadn't been taken out of the campfire.

This campfire ... is actually new.

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