The Godsfall Chronicles

Camp Green mobilizes all the fighters, including not only those with established camp guards, even non-camp fighters, who have now begun to be recruited on a large scale, stone being a wilderness fighter who has just joined.

Stone in his twenties, just like most wildlings, without his own name, randomly find something that he can often see as a code name, which is probably a good name. He has been stubborn as a fast rock for many years. Although born in the early years as a lowlife picker, he grew in potential and is now a very powerful warrior.

Because of his strength, during the recruitment process, one man defeated two official camp guards, so the stones were sent directly to the team responsible for the defensive fence, and from now on he is an official camp guard.

“Newcomer? ”

A very hoarse, loud voice in the ear.

The stone saw the wall under the mouth, an elderly camp guard sat on the ground, he was carrying two thick and heavy machetes, he was grinding hard on the stone in his hand, the full body armor was on ordinary leather, and he stiffened himself stitched up, his face was very ugly like a hammer, half his face was dented and deformed, but it was strange, so did the injury survive?

The stone nodded and did not speak.

“Why come to be a camp warrior, a strong young man of your age?” The old bird put the sharpening knife aside, pulled out a piece of grass paper from his arms and lit the tobacco in his mouth, "Why not go to the wilderness as a bandit, nobody cares, do whatever you want, look for a measure of prey yourself, if you encounter a fight, you can still run. ”

The stone stunned and said, "Can't you be a camp warrior? ”

“Sometimes a warrior needs to face an unknown enemy at all times, sometimes knowing that he will die, and the leader will let you rush ahead, and you will have to, which is the warrior. ”

“It's no good being a bandit, not even a solid place to sleep every day.” The stones don't say anything to the old birds: “Our new chief said that the people who are now joining can move to Greenfield Castle and I just want to find a place to sleep at night. ”

“Humph, move into the castle? That must be fate to enjoy this blessing.” Another camp guard, naked, tall, with an iron gun in his hand, "If Hydra leads us, there may be hope, that woman is just one of Hydra's men, do you know who we're dealing with this time? Sweeper! ”

The stone argued: “Although the new leader is not as powerful as the Hydra boss, but there is a ghost who is helping her, and now the camp is all over the place. It is said that if anyone disobeys the new leader now, this ghost will appear and destroy them all, so it is best to speak carefully. ”

The bald guy didn't think so.

“Okay, well, here we are, so let's cut to the chase. We'll all be companions in the future, and it's all a little bit smart at this extraordinary time.” The old bird threw the leftover cigarette roll down the walls of the city, full of broken and rotten armor squeaking, he patted the stone shoulder as he passed by the stone: “You and the bald team were in charge of the night watch, I took a patrol around, if there was any situation, call me immediately. Bald head, take care of the newcomer. ”

“Yes, Captain! ”

The night will soon come and the forest will be quiet and terrible.

The rocks and bald heads sat face-to-face and a pile of bonfires rose in the middle, bringing a little warmth to the cold nights as the two camp guards roasted the fire and chatted.

Half of the pie is thrown to the stone with his bald head out: "This night watch is long and hard, and I can't take my mind off it without eating something. ”

Big cake is eating plant root stem broken mix a little more meat dry city, although rough fiber has a bitter taste, resulting in a very bad taste, but at least it can fill the stomach, this wilderness has something to fill the stomach is good, who wants the taste?

“Thanks! ”

This little piece of cake is worth a lot to the wilderness, it's enough to make a lot of people work for it, and the camp's grassroots guards aren't really spacious, and quite a few people live without a meal.

"The new chief is distributing the food accumulated in Greenfield Castle, and now the folk food in Greenland Camp is getting more and more plentiful, and people's living standards have improved tremendously. I want to defeat the sweepers in the future, without having to contribute to them, and the Greenland Camp will get better and better. ”

The bald head has always been less fond of the new chief.

Who knows about distant things like this?

The stone put a board cake in your mouth, chewed it and softened it with a saliva, and then swallowed it into your stomach.

A gust of wind blew in with fine gravel.

“Huh, sand?” The stone frowned very confused, the oasis low-lying and ruined city buffered, why did the sand from the desert float in? It's not a concern, he talks to bald and bored: "How long have you been doing this? ”

“Three, four years, I forgot.” At this time, the wind and sand became louder and louder, and the ears of both people were squeaking. It was countless gravel crashing against the wall, bald heads sighing a long time: “I'm such a small figure with limited talent, almost 40 years old, and I think I'll have to do it all my life. ”

The stone laughed a few times: "Come on, there are a few people in the wilderness who can live to be forty, and if I can live to be forty, I'll be satisfied. ”

“You're young and you have potential.” Shake your head naked and say with envy, "If you can live to be my age, at least you can be a famous master in the camp. ”

The stone doesn't seem interested in this: “The black leopard is good, isn't it? Snake teeth, huh? They die soon enough, even Hydra... hey, more powerful, it's also insignificant in the wilderness. I just want to stay hungry, sleep peacefully every day, and occasionally find a few women so that I can live to be satisfied when I'm 40. ”

This kid is quite demanding.

This is the dream of every wild man, okay?

Bald head wanted to tweak a few sentences before he realized that the surrounding wind and sand seemed to continue to increase, countless gravel had an impact on the field of view, and the sound produced also affected his hearing. A lot of sand and dust continued to spill like rain, leaving the two of them with a thin layer of sand, and the campfire was almost extinguished in the wind and sand.

“What the hell is going on here?” The bald head had never encountered such a special situation before, he picked up his weapon and stood up from the ground and looked out from the palm of his head, "Where did all this sand come from... ah! ”

The rock sat and continued to mock the campfire, as a terrible scream suddenly tore the silent night sky apart, and countless warm blood spiders sprayed out, like a mourning bell on the rock's face.

The bald head was still talking for a moment, and the next moment he fell heavily in front of his eyes, his limbs twitched constantly, his eyes stared far away, and he kept spitting some pointless syllables out of his shaky lips, because a brightly swaying hand axe was stuck in his head, and most of the axe blades had been embedded in his skull, almost splitting his brain open by a third.

“There's a sneak attack! ”

The stone shouted so hard that the silent wall of death caught him in a flood of chaos. He copied his weapon before he could stand up. A sweeper jumped down and a hand axe rethought the head of the stone.

When!

The stone was erected and wrapped in an iron wooden shield to block a fierce blow. The entire left arm was shaken unconscious. However, the right hand quickly stabbed the knife into the sweeper's chest. The sweeper's heart came soft as it was pierced. When blood was sprayed, the stone did not have time to wipe his face. He did not even have time to pull out the knife.

Psst!

The two crossbows were frozen and sharp, shooting through the fragile armor, penetrating through his chest, and his stone eyes stared, and he couldn't believe it was true. When he turned his head, he saw a sweeper rush in front of him and an axe cut directly into his neck.

The whole world is spinning!

The head of the stone fell beneath the wall and the body of the head fell silently on the ground.

Hundreds of sweepers, crawling wildly from the fence, killed all their sentries.

These sweepers look strange, ranging from heavily armored infantry like wilderness thugs to mutineers who are thin, limb crawling and able to fly through walls to claw to kill. There are other wars with similar wing structures that, although unable to fly directly, can then glide wildly into the camp.

“The sweepers broke in, we blocked them! ”

The old bird with scars came around with hundreds of camp fighters. In that instant, arrows fired, gunshots fluctuated, and the golden iron resonated with his ears. No one expected the sweepers to sneak up on the wall in silence, using the night to cover this strange wind and sand, otherwise the sweepers would not be so close to you.

The old bird was very powerful, and he tripled the sweepers and shouted, "Get them out of the way! ”

At this time.

Suddenly a tornado appeared in front of everyone.

Isn't it strange that the old bird hastily stopped and suddenly a tornado appeared here? As the old bird watched carefully, he was surprised to find a figure in the tornado. He could not see each other's specifics clearly, but could only identify a contour implicitly. This guy seemed to have his feet suspended from the ground in the middle of the sky, dressed in a set of obscene and strange armor, and two red eyes in the dark reflected lightning eyes.

“Die! ”

The old bird rushed over with his knife in his hands, and the figure with the black outline didn't seem to have him in his eyes at all. He bounced one finger gently against the other.

Like a dust dust dust.

The old bird really crumbled like a piece of dust on the run, and the whole body broke apart and turned into weathered dust, which melted into sand and dust all over the sky, as if this person had never appeared before.