Law of the Devil

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Chapter 62 [Great Lake Murder]

The lakeside nights are exceptionally cold. There are also dense woods in the forest that block the cold wind. And next to this wide, round lake, the cold winds can sweep unhindered across the vast area.

Dewey feels a little cold in her body. The cold wind, the cold ground, is pulling the heat out of your body little by little.

But Bain Rich had a good time with Dewey these days. Seeing that his friends were in trouble, Dewey volunteered to stay and help. Even if he was frozen into a popsicle, he would only bite his teeth and bear it.

“Actually, you can stay in the tent.” Bain Rich lowered his voice and his eyes were grateful. Everyone knew that most of the wizards' physical qualities were not very good, while Dewey, a seemingly thin teenager, insisted on watching the night with a strong samurai.

Although Bain Rich was angry at the loss of eleven of his men, he had not lost his mind. The experienced mercenary commander understands that his eleven equally experienced ministers can evaporate collectively without a sound… then the opponent must not be able to cope.

So he picked some of the best people to bring in tonight to watch the night.

Bienrich's hypothesis makes sense: if it's the Warcraft, then it's definitely a great guy! And since a warcraft dares to attack a camp of hundreds in the middle of the night and evaporate eleven people! Well, this guy's definitely not a coward, he'll probably attack again!

“Because, in this cold winter, the beast also needs food. ”

When Bienrich said that, his eyes were cruel. He knows very well that he didn't stay because he was trying to save 11 missing people! In such a ghost place where the heavens should not be called untouchable, the eleven living people disappear day and night, and the chances of survival are very low.

Bienrich insisted on staying, purely because he couldn't stand the shame! If, after losing eleven people, they don't even know what they're doing, they run off with gray... then the morale of the Snow Wolf Mercenaries will be a fatal blow! In the future, everyone will probably feel this fear and frustration in their hearts!

As leader, he must not let this happen, so even if it is dangerous, he must try and do something.

Dewey hasn't spoken, and I'm afraid he's the only one in everyone who understands Bain Rich's mind. He just slightly moved his frozen feet and smiled: "We're friends now, Captain Bienrich. I don't think it's a big deal to freeze friends. ”

The entire mercenary camp was quiet, with most of them squeezing their weapons tightly and no one hiding in the tent. The mercenaries used their skills, digging ambushed pits in the snow and even buried themselves under snow heaps in thick leather jackets.

Steril ambushed the surrounding tree with several archers.

The old One-Eyed Dragon, on the other hand, volunteered to act as a “bait”.

The old man gave birth to a huge pile of bonfires, then sat in front of the fire and sipped a big sip of wine while cooking a big pot of meat on the fire.

Far from smelling aromas and flesh, no one envies the old One-Eyed Dragon. Because it's clear to everyone that old guys are using their lives as bait.

It's been a long night because you've been looking forward to finding something.

The night was brief, because after the passage of time, there was nothing to be gained, and people found out that when it was not known, the sky was already bright.

“Obviously, our opponents are smarter than us.” Dewey shook his head: “It didn't come. Perhaps it has been discovered that we are well prepared… or that it has taken eleven people and has had enough prey to attack us no longer. ”

Bain Rich grabbed a pair of snow and rubbed his face hard. He rubbed his face red, his hot air melted the snow and dripped along his beard into his collar, but the captain didn't care. His face was serious: “Maybe you're right, but maybe. But we can't just leave. Otherwise, with this setback, the young men of the Snow Wolf mercenary regiment will not be able to raise their heads in the future... We are not afraid of death, since I dare to come out of these days, my men have no one to fear death. But we must not lose our courage. That is the key. ”

During the day, the mercenaries took turns resting in the tents to supplement their sleep and strength, and Bienrich decided to stay here.

And that night, too, there was no harvest. The carefully prepared ambush did not greet any Guests.

That's it, three days passed.

Even the resolute commander shook his resolve.

His men were exhausted and no one slept for three nights, but rested in a hurried rotation during the day. And, after all, they've been risking in this forest for days, and the mercenaries are exhausted.

Despite his reluctance, the head of the mission also understood that there was too little hope that it would continue to be so consumed.

“On the last day, if nothing is found tonight, we will leave tomorrow. ”

Bienrich had to make a decision.

And this last night, finally, it's not for nothing!

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The mercenaries were exhausted by staying up for several days in a row, and on that night, despite the efforts of most of them, by the second half of the night, there was obviously a lack of energy.

Bienrich's eyes were filled with blood… For the past three days, other mercenaries could take turns during the day, but his captain could not rest. For three days, he only slept for less than an hour at noon today.

In the second half of the night, some mercenaries could not help sleeping, even the old Cyclops sitting in front of the fire could not help narrowing their eyes.

After all, Dewey is a magician, he has too much mental strength, and lack of sleep only affects his strength, but does not mean much tiredness.

He is the soberest of the hundred.

I took a hard breath and the cold air at night stimulated some hidden pain in my nostrils, but my spirit was good! After a glance at Bienrich, Dewey noticeably felt that the spiritual strength of the captain had reached its limit, his eyes were red but somewhat sluggish. And beside, Dardanelle couldn't help but close her eyes, her chin a little bit...

Dewey was about to whisper something to the captain, and suddenly... he had a thrill in his head! It feels like something!

It's a delicate feeling! Dewey felt the cool air behind her, running up the back and the spoon behind her!

Dewey immediately realized: Something is coming!!

He immediately stared wide-eyed and looked around!

At night, the snow on the snow is still bright, with white flowers. On the far side of the lake, apart from the occasional cracking sound of the ice, there is only a loud wind...

At this moment, Dewey suddenly felt a cold in her heart!

He saw it!

Far away, on the lake of Great Circle Lake, a crisp cracking sound of ice came over! Then, far away, on a dark night, Dewey could see a blurred shadow slowly climbing up from under the ice!

The acute sensing force allows Dewey to even hear the other body rub making a sand sound on the ice... and the ice cracking and dripping with water beads...

“What is that..." Dewey couldn't help but mutter to himself, and he was about to warn Bainrich and Dardanelle, and at that moment a strange voice came!

He moaned and sighed again.

Yes, the sound was like a person moaning... the voice was related, but very soft and beautiful, and Dewey was in a trance as if she could feel the sound as if she were alive, into her ears, and then took over her brain little by little!

That long, leisurely voice carries a hint of strangeness that no one can describe! After that sound went into my brain, it was as if my whole body's strength and consciousness were pulled away...

My body gets softer and softer, my consciousness starts to blur...

That voice continues, soaring, as if it were a beautiful movement, as if it were the moon in the sky, cool and gentle; as if it were the light wind of the night, it was irresistible; as if it was the light dance of women, it was fascinating...

Gradually, the sound turned gently from loud to soft, as if with an invisible hooking hand, one could not help but follow the light side... as if the ears were going to follow this sound... then the whole head... then the body!

After all, Dewey is a magician. His mental strength is the strongest one. After a brief confusion, he immediately wakes up with his instincts!

And then he was scared to find out that he didn't know what to do and then stood up, and even his body had taken seven or eight steps from where it was!

This discovery surprised him! As if just now, I was sitting there!

Look around again and let something creepy happen to Dewey!

The mercenaries in the tent, and the mercenaries hiding in the trees, buried in the snow... these people came out one by one, and they were shaking their bodies in the snow, like sleepwalking, and everyone's eyes were wide open, but their eyes were empty, their faces numb, their eyes scattered, their bodies light, shaky, but they were headed towards the water of the lake... one step, one step, one step, so slowly!

No exceptions!

Even Bayernrich and Dardanelle!

The leader had a quiet and peaceful expression on his face, his eyes obviously had no focal length, and the weapon in his hand had long been thrown in the snow. He was clumsy, loose, and just walked forward crooked in the snow... Dardanelle was like a drunk, holding his hands forwards, his face had a dementia expression, his eyes half open...

Dewey tried to stop Dardanelle, but he pushed him away!

Watching the foremost mercenary go to the lake, one foot has stepped onto the ice on the lake, Dewey leaves to scream!

He screamed as loudly as he could, but none of those guys responded!

Dewey ran over and tried to pull a mercenary so hard, Dewey even kicked him to the ground with one foot, but the man struggled to climb up and then, like the kind of zombie Dewey had seen in a movie in his previous life, he stumbled and continued to walk towards the lake!

“Shit! What the fuck is wrong with you guys? Wake up!” Dewey jumped and screamed again, but those guys were like all deaf at once, all stupid!

Dewey couldn't wake these guys up. He immediately ran to the lake and spelled a series of spells. A fireball shot at the shadow of the lake far away!

Boom!

The fireball broke through the night sky and instantly lit up the view in front of you! Through the fire, Dewey seemed to see the thing on the lake in the distance in such a flash... although a little vague, Dewey could be sure that she sees someone!

Yeah, that's right, that's like being alone!

And... the look of the man: he was wearing an already wet mercenary's leather coat, his wet hair glued to his forehead... he had a big hole in his forehead! Weird, miserable grin on his face...

His half body is under the ice, his half body is on the ice... What makes Dewey feel cold from the inside is: This man looks exactly like the mercenary who died accidentally while catching fish on the first day of the Great Circle Lake!!

Dewey saw everyone sink his body into the lake with his own eyes!

... could it be a ghost?

Dewey thought it was ridiculous.

But the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but be surprised!

The mercenary, who died unexpectedly and tragically, had a miserable look on his face. His face had been blistered by the water in the lake. The horrible color of blue, white and white appeared. His mouth had a terrible cold smile and he stared dead in this direction at Dewey!

It was that strange, delightful, soul-like sound in his mouth! In this voice, all mercenaries walk slowly towards the lake as if they had lost consciousness and become puppets!

The fireball that Dewey sent, not too far away, fell on the ice and dissipated into Mars. And that ghost on the ice... let's call him that, but those vicious eyes immediately glanced at Dewey!

Dewey can clearly see this guy's eyes with a vicious mockery, as if to mock Dewey's inaction!

Despite Dewey's efforts, he could only see that one of the first mercenaries had gone to the ice on the lake, and then suddenly a cave appeared on the ice on the lake! The mercenary who walked in front of him stepped in, and the whole person fell under the ice cave and immediately sank and disappeared!

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