The Godsfall Chronicles Chapter 84: Night attack
The warrior that can be mobilized in Camp Green Field are all mobilized, which includes not only the camp guards with weaves, even the non-camp warrior, which has now begun to be recruited on a large scale. Stone is a newly joined Wilderness warrior.
Stone is more than 20 years old. Just like most Wilderness people, they don’t have their own name. Just find something you can see as the code name. Probably the name is good. Over the years, he has really been like a fast stone. Tenacious survival, although he was born in a humble Scavenger early years, but gradually stimulated the potential to grow, now is a quite strong warrior.
Because of his excellent strength, he defeated two official camp guards by one person during the recruitment process. Therefore, the stone was sent directly to the team responsible for defensive walls. From now on, he will be an official camp guard.
"New here?"
A very hoarse voice rang in my ears.
The stone saw an elderly camp guard sitting on the ground under the crevice of the wall. He was carrying two heavy black machetes, holding one in his hand and grinding **** the stone. The whole body armor was made of ordinary leather. On top, he reinforced and sewed it by himself. His face was very ugly, as if he had been hit by a hammer, and half of his face was sunken and deformed, but it made people feel strange, did the injury survive?
Stone nodded without speaking.
"Why do you want to be a campsite warrior?" The old bird put the sharpened knife on the one side, took out a piece of straw paper from his arms, rolled up the tobacco and lit it in his mouth, and took a bite. "I can't see Wilderness as a robber. There is no one to control and do whatever you want. Not only is the harvest higher, the most important thing is to find and measure the prey by yourself, and you can run if you can't beat it."
Stone said for a moment: "Isn't it warrior to be a campsite?"
"warrior needs to face unknown enemies at any time. Sometimes knowing to die, Team Leader will make you rush ahead, and you have to rush, this is warrior."
"It’s nothing good to be a robber. Every day, I don’t even have a safe place to sleep." Stone disapproved of the old bird’s words: "Our new leader said, those who join now can move to Green field castle in the future. , I just want to find a safe place to sleep at night."
"Hmph, move to the castle? Then you have to live to enjoy this blessing." Then another camp guard, with a naked head, a burly stature and a tall stature, carrying an iron gun in his hand, "If so There may be some hope for Hydra to lead us. That woman is just a subordinate of Hydra. Do you know who we are going to deal with this time? Sweeper!"
Stone argued: "Although the new leader is not as powerful as the Hydra boss, there is a ghost face ghost helping her. Now the camp has spread. It is said that as long as anyone disobeys the new leader, this ghost face ghost It will appear and destroy them all, so I advise you to speak carefully."
The bald big fellow disagrees.
"Okay, okay, it's all here, so I won't say a few words. Everyone will be your companions in the future. Now they are all a little clever in extraordinary times." The old bird threw the remnant cigarettes from the wall, and his whole body was broken. The tattered armor creaked, and he patted the stone shoulder as he passed the stone: "You will be in charge of the night vigil with the bald-headed group. I will lead people to patrol around and call me immediately if anything happens. Bald-headed, take care of the newcomer."
"Yes, Captain!"
Night fell soon, and the forest was quiet and terrible.
Stones and bald heads sat face to face, a bonfire rose in the middle, bringing a touch of warmth to the cold night, and two camp guards one side were grilling on the fire and chatting with one side.
The bald head took out the pie and broke half of it and threw it to the stone: "This night watch has a long and difficult work time, and it can't be refreshed without eating."
The flatbread is made by smashing the roots of edible plants and mixing it with a bit of dried meat. Although the rough fiber has a bitter taste, the taste is very bad, but at least it can fill the stomach. This Wilderness contains something that can fill the stomach. Not bad, who would demand the taste?
"Thanks!"
This small piece of pie is very valuable to Wilderness. It is enough enough to make many people die for it. The grassroots guards in the camp are actually not well-off, and many people have a meal without a meal. day.
Stone looked forward to saying: "The new leader is distributing the food stocked in Green field castle. Now Camp Green Field folk food is more and more abundant, and people's living standards are greatly improved. I want to defeat Sweeper in the future and don’t have to pay tribute to them. Camp Green Field will get better and better."
The bald head has always had a dislike for the new leader.
Who knows such a distant thing?
Stone puts a hard slab cake into his mouth, first chews it to soften it with saliva, and finally swallows it into the stomach.
At this moment, a gust of wind came with fine gravel.
"Bah, there is sand?" The stone frowned and felt very confused. Greenland is low-lying and there is a city of ruins to cushion it. Why is there fine sand from Wastelands floating in? This is not an issue worthy of attention. He chatted with the bald head boringly: "How long have you been doing this work?"
"Three years, or four years, I forgot." At this time, the sound of wind and sand was getting louder and louder, and the ears of the two of them were rustling, it was countless gravel hitting the wall, and the bald head sighed: "I am a small person with limited talent. I am almost forty years old. I think I can only do this for the rest of my life."
Stone laughed a few times: "Come on, how many people in Wilderness can live to 40 years old, if I can live to 40 years old, I will be satisfied."
"You are still young and potential." The bald head shook his head and said with envy and jealousy: "If you can live to my age, at least you can become a famous master in the camp."
Stone doesn't seem to be interested in this: "Black panthers are amazing, right? Snakes teeth are amazing? They die instantly, even Hydra...Ah, no matter how powerful strength is, it is insignificant in Wilderness. I just hope I won’t die from starvation, sleep peacefully every day, and occasionally find a few women, so that I’m satisfied to live to forty."
This kid is quite demanding.
This is basically the dream of every Wilderness person, OK?
The bald head wanted to ridicule a few words, but he realized that the wind and sand around him seemed to continue to increase. Numerous grit affected the vision and the sound produced also affected the hearing. A large amount of Sandstorm was still spraying like rain, leaving them with a With thin layers of fine sand, the bonfire was almost wiped out in the wind and sand.
"What the **** is going on?" Bald had never encountered this special situation before. He picked up his weapon, stood up from the ground and stretched out his head from the crenellation, "Where does this sand come from... ah !"
A scream suddenly tore the silent night sky!
Sitting the stone and continuing to fiddle with the bonfire, countless warm blood spiders sprayed out, hitting the cheek like a death knell.
The bald head was still talking the moment before, and he fell heavily in front of him the next moment, his limbs twitching constantly, his eyes widened, and some meaningless syllables were constantly spitting out from his trembling lips, because Putting the dazzling hand axe into his head, most of the axe blade has been embedded in the skull, almost splitting the brain by a third.
"There is a sneak attack!"
While the stone screamed sternly, the wall of silence and silence was instantly drawn into the chaotic torrent. Before he had time to stand up when he picked up his weapon, a burly Sweeper figure jumped down, thinking about the stone head. Come on.
Dang!
The stone was erected and wrapped in a metal shield to block the violent blow. The entire left arm was shocked without feeling, but the right hand quickly pierced the knife into the chest of Sweeper, the Sweeper heart was penetrated and softened suddenly, when the blood sprayed When he came out, the stone didn't have time to wipe his face, he didn't even have time to pull the knife out.
Swish!
Two crossbow arrows shot through the fragile piercing armour with cold and sharp arrows, and penetrated through the chest. The stone eyes were round and he couldn't believe it was true. When he turned his head, he saw a Sweeper rushing In front of him, a big axe slashed directly on his neck.
The whole world is spinning around!
The stone head fell under the wall, and the headless body fell silently to the ground.
Hundreds of Sweepers climbed up from the fence frantically, and the guards on the fence were killed.
These Sweeper looks strange and weird, including heavy armored infantry like the Wilderness mob, and some Meta-human who are thin, crawling on all fours, can fly over the walls of enough, and kill with their claws. There are also some who rely on similar wing structures, although there is no way to fly directly, but enough can then glide into the camp in the strong wind.
"Sweeper broke in, we blocked them!"
The scarred old bird brought hundreds of camps warrior around. In an instant, arrows shot randomly, gunshots fluctuated, and clash of metal was fighting endlessly. No one thought that Sweeper would be used silently, using the night to carry out a sneak attack by climbing the fence. The most important thing is that this weird sandstorm provides cover, otherwise such a large-scale Sweeper would not be so easy to approach you.
The strength of the old bird is indeed very tyrannical~IndoMTL.com~ He chopped several Sweeper in three or two. He one side shouted at one side: "Keep them out!"
At this time.
Suddenly a tornado appeared in front of everyone.
Isn’t it a strange thing that the old bird stopped quickly, a tornado suddenly appeared here? While the old bird was watching carefully, he was surprised to find a figure appeared in the tornado. He couldn't see the other person's specific appearance clearly. He could only vaguely recognize an outline. This guy seemed to be suspended in the air with his feet off the ground, and he was completely dressed. In a set of hideous and strange armor, two red eyes in the darkness showed lightning-like gazes.
"Go to hell!"
The old bird raised the knife with both hands and rushed over. As a result, the black silhouette didn't seem to put him in his eyes at all, and he flicked a finger at it.
It's like dusting off a cloud of dust.
The old bird really shattered like a mass of dust while running, and the whole body disintegrated and turned into weathered dust, and merged with Mantian Sandstorm, as if this person had never appeared before.