Chapter 350

In the evening of that day, the marching team finally arrived at their last resting place in the snowstorm - the sentry tower that was destroyed in the raid.

In the cold winter wind, the thick snow covered the tower below, but people can still see what had happened from the only traces.

There is no howling of crows, no smell of decay, the plasma has long been cold and dried up, and the frozen bones are covered with snow - in the far north, all lifeless beings will be buried in the wind and snow into nothingness, leaving only cold bodies and only debris.

And eternal silence.

On horseback, Loren silently looked at the only broken wall in front of him. Brandon gradually lost his smile on his face, picked his eyebrows and silently looked at the human purgatory, or... The ruins filled with corpses.

From the dilapidated and collapsed sentry tower to the posture and "shape" of dead soldiers, as well as the bones of monsters entangled with them and unable to be separated... Just looking at it is chilling.

"We can rest here for a night and continue north tomorrow morning, your royal highness." nazelle, the church knight, took the reins and stopped at Brandon's side:

"Here, the last sentry tower of duanjieshan fortress is also the closest stronghold to the north of the Empire. Where countless devout believers and warriors have visited, it and hundreds of heroes have become a bone burial ground because of a sudden attack and dereliction of duty!"

At the same time, nazer did not forget to stare coldly at Lucian on the side of the black haired wizard, and his words were full of contempt and hatred.

With a slight change of complexion, Lucian was expressionless, just silently lowered his eyes and clenched the reins in his hand.

"Let the soldiers clean up the surrounding ruins a little and try not to disturb the bones of these dead warriors." Brandon sighed gently and ignored the second half of nazer's words:

"If we can't, we'll just find an open space outside the sentry tower and camp. We'd better try to keep it as it is - wait until the end of winter, and then let the people of the fortress bring their bodies back to the south."

"Camp in the open space?" Naze frowned. "With all due respect, your highness. You may forget that we are now in the north of duanjie mountain, and monsters are rampant; if attacked..."

"Once attacked, before those monsters rush to me, mirasis can fall from the sky and turn them into live roasted game. There's no need to worry."

"But if..."

Brandon waved his hand with a lazy smile on his mouth: "if there are so many monsters that even the dragon can't do anything, I don't think a ruined sentry tower can save much - what do you think, Lord Naze, chief knight?"

"... yes, your highness."

The church knight, who was interrupted twice in a row, gave a dull cold hum, focused on the key points, left the place and took two teams of soldiers to arrange camp.

Until he was "driven away", Brandon's smile relaxed slightly, and then took a long sigh of relief. He didn't forget to roll his eyes at the back of the church knight, which made Lauren couldn't help pulling the corners of his mouth.

Watching Brandon get off his horse and give the reins to the guards, Loren also took the opportunity to walk towards the ruins of the sentry tower and observe 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; Lucian, who was aware of something, quietly followed the black haired wizard.

From the entrance of the sentry tower to the corridors, fences and horse poles on both sides, the open space in the center... Frozen corpses are everywhere, entangled with each other.

The Legion soldiers who fell on the anti horse stake and were pierced through their chest still clung to the broken halberd in their hands;

The young man holding the war bow was bitten off his head by the ice werewolf, and the arrow in his hand blinded his eyes;

A trumpeter with his head held high; Only half of his body was frozen on the lookout platform and reached out to touch the horn he would never touch again;

Two groups of Army soldiers, entangled and killed, blocked the gate of the fort in the sentry tower together with the bones of their enemy;

...... The dark haired wizard narrowed his eyes slightly. The scene in front of him seemed to reappear what happened that night in front of him, and the roar of the cold wind in his ears turned into a sad roar and fighting sound.

"Lauren... Your Excellency?" the gray pupil boy standing behind didn't know whether he should open his mouth to disturb, and tentatively stretched out his head to look at the expression of the black haired Wizard:

"Did you... Find something?"

Loren instinctively nodded and turned to look out.

The first battle took place at the gate.

It can be seen from the arrows left in the snow that the defenders of the sentry tower didn't find them until the monsters approached, and they were unprepared and unprepared.

The crossbow men who rushed up in a hurry shot arrows at the enemy, but they didn't have any effect; And they don't know how many enemies there are - because so far, the sentry tower hasn't sent any Rangers for help.

The monsters' attack was very fierce. Even before the defenders in the sentry tower reacted, they broke through the gate, so that the Legion soldiers and elite Rangers could only rely on the gate hole and the surrounding fence to resist their horses.

"Then they had to retreat to the open space in the center and resist one after another. At the same time, more monsters climbed up the wooden wall and slaughtered the crossbow men."

Muttering to himself, Lauren involuntarily walked to the central open space and glanced over the surrounding guardrails one by one - the nearby Lucian looked at his expression in a daze.

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

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

I don't know why. The sentry tower with many opportunities for help has never sent rangers to report to the rear. Almost all the fallen bones around are facing the gate, and none of them were killed in escape.

It's very strange. It's like

"It's like they know they can't escape, so they try their best to procrastinate as much as they can." the black haired wizard whispered.

"You mean... They didn't, but found themselves unable to escape?" the hesitant Lucian asked incredulously:

"Why on earth is that... It's impossible!"

"I don't know why, but this is definitely one of the most likely conclusions." Loren shook his head: "I had a similar unimaginable situation before, and my experience tells me that before I find the evidence, even if the facts are incredible, it is the last and only answer."

Looking at the surprised gray pupil boy, Loren stretched out his hand and pointed to the top of the sentry Tower: "and the trumpeter... Is the best proof!"

"Bugler?" Lucian looked at the position he pointed out. The half body, long frozen corpse on the lookout platform was still reaching out to touch the horn that would never be touched.

"If they had not fallen into the last despair and reached the most irreparable point, they would have time to send Rangers, light wolf smoke or do anything they had the opportunity to do, and inform the rear of the last news."

Lauren looked at the trumpeter silently, with some respect in his eyes: "but he had to climb up the tower to blow the horn and put all his hopes on being heard by the reinforcements... I think this can explain a lot of things."

Because this is the only possibility... Is it?

Ruthen guessed so.

"In short, there must have been a lot of accidents in this raid, but it must have nothing to do with poor investigation." Loren shook his head: "and this is the last place where those monsters appeared. If you continue to search, you will find more lines..."

In the middle of the conversation, Loren suddenly stopped, making Lucian look back curiously and see him squatting on the ground, fiddling with a campfire in a corner.

"A little problem." Lorraine, with his back to Lucian, whispered, "have any Rangers ever been here recently?"

"I don't think so. What's the matter?"

"Nothing," replied the expressionless Loren, whose right hand had not been taken out of the campfire.

This campfire... Is actually new.