A grocery store was opened on the street of Tygonda, which was rebuilt from a slurry room.

The reason why residents discovered it now is because there were too many storms in the city during this period: first there was a craze of competition, then the army rebelled outside the city, and the lords' banquet was in a martial law throughout the city.

In the end, the monsters and the turmoil were suppressed, and dead trees were hung with corpses.

The heat of discussion about the legendary prisoner also continued to decline.

Life always brings some waves, but no matter how turbulent the momentum is, it will eventually return to peace. This is how life in towns such as Kundia.

When the wanderings started working again and the popularity of tavern gambling boxing increased again, people focused their public opinion on trivial matters around them.

As night falls, some shops have begun to close.

The horse vendor lights up candlelights and prepares to check the bills. The shop has just recently put new items on it, all of which are very distinctive small items in rural villages.

The sweet-looking female employee sent the last guest away, turned around and smiled at him to ask, and left after getting approval, officially ending today's work.

The shop is quiet.

When he went to close the windowsill, he felt a gust of coldness. The moisture was wet and heavy fog was easily raised on nights.

“Autumn is getting deeper.”

He sighed a little bit that when he was a horse vendor in the past, he was most afraid of this difficult season when his business was difficult.

Now, he is the owner of a grocery store in Tygonda. His business is stable every month, he rents a affordable house and lives a decent and comfortable life.

"Blessed, Mr. Adam."

He chuckled softly, then instantly closed his expression, walked out of the back door with deep eyes, and opened the secret grid at the bottom of the flower bed, with the latest black market news inside.

The unbearable transactions between warlords and nobles always require someone to bridge the bridge and contact them to preserve the meaningless decency.

There are many people with multiple identities. After all, it is not easy to survive in this chaotic and chaotic world.

The fog gradually became richer, and before the twilight came, the entire city had been buried.

He tightened his plush jacket and was about to return to the counter, stuff the account book and information into the envelope, and send it out of the city by the next carriage.

At this moment, the anti-theft trap in the courtyard slipped down and someone climbed over the wall.

"Who is there!"

"Shhh, it's me."

The old guy's voice came from the fog.

They have been with each other for many years, walking side by side from the black market, and are now employed by Mr. Adam.

"Why are you here? The carriage cargo has been counted?"

"Damn it, something strange happened outside the city and must be written into the report. The envelope has not been sent out yet, right? That's good. Let's go into the house and talk about it. The captain of the guard should have rushed over."

...

Thick fog filled the streets and all buildings became outlines.

At night, at the edge of the city wall, outside the military camp.

The soldiers waiting to be assigned were gathered here, and their leaders were detained in the rebellion, and now most of them were hung on dead trees in the city.

Duheng turned over and left the horse, holding a non-commissioned officer's sword in his hand, and striding towards the grass slope during the military salute.

He kept adjusting his breathing frequency, and the air was not clean. In addition to removing the foul smell of animals, there was also a strong smell of blood.

Equipment travels, mist is thin, armor collides, shouts and conversations.

Many people are cleaning the site and doing a simple aftermath.

The torch finally dispelled a little hazy, and the entire grass slope was clearly presented in everyone's eyes - blood was covered with gel on the grass, and the waning greenness had been replaced by the dazzling dark red.

What exactly happened?

Not only did Duheng's eyes go straight, but the soldiers who followed up also opened their mouths and fell into a state of brief aphasia.

Dozens of broken bodies are being sorted together, and the soldiers responsible for transport have complex and solemn expressions, and occasionally vomit.

The incident happened in the evening, and the fog and attack suddenly came, and countless black shadows broke into this temporary camp.

According to survivors' recollection:

They were all frightened by the red dots connected into pieces. Before they could react, the roar and sharp claws were approaching...

The dead were covered with bite marks and their fangs were chewed through each tin gap.

Duheng used military boots to remove the corpse and saw the true faces of the "raiders".

It was actually a wild wolf with intertwined hairs.

They were of different sizes and obviously from different groups, but they gathered like never before and launched an attack on the Tygonda temporary barracks.

Although this brief riot was quickly suppressed and the opponent was also seriously injured under the crossbow and sharp sword, who was the person, or creature, could bring the beasts to surrender?

The mutant werewolf, the savage chief, the evil wizard...

Duheng was upset and countless imaginary enemies popped up in his mind.

He ordered all fortifications to be opened and the number of patrols was increased, and the martial law level in the city was increased.

The captain of the guard replied to the castle.

After listening to the report, Arnold's eyes narrowed into gaps and his forehead seemed to be slightly raised.

Tygonda lost his consultant, and a lot of daily work and town planning fell back into the hands of the lord, and the heavy and complex affairs were tormenting him.

"You go and ask the witnesses if there are any big guys in the pack that blend with the fog."

"The on-site information is already being sorted out and it should be submitted soon."

Duheng stood with his hands behind his back and looked up at the back of the wooden table. Arnold's face turned gloomy, and he seemed absent-minded about the documents on the table, as if he had some guesses about the perpetrator.

He was about to ask, but the sound of glass shattering suddenly broke out, and the pottery shot in like an arrow, leaving traces on the walls and floors.

Arnold was a soldier and reacted very quickly to get the steel sword and erected the fortifications with a standard round shield.

They looked at each other for a moment, but did not wait for the subsequent attack.

The pottery pieces on the ground are clearly outlined, originally secret art statues placed in the courtyard. Najiya uses these special decorations to resist the resentful spirits and curses.

Their designers, now leaving Tygonda, have been completely destroyed by themselves, so they look a bit desolate.

call--

The mist seemed to begin to pour into the castle, and the night became solid, with countless crises hidden inside.

"Ah, what is that!"

"God, there are resentful spirits here."

"Prepare the silver sword quickly."

...

Duheng rushed to the windowsill alertly and looked out slightly.

The first thing he saw was the guards who were holding weapons and shouting randomly.

As the sight moved, the fog had occupied the courtyard, and a huge wolf-shaped monster was lying on the low wall at this moment. The fog kept replenishing its limbs, a little erratic.

The white body was slightly darker like a silver python, but it kept flowing and changing.

Boom!

Its hooves slammed the base, and the sculpture that originally stayed there was now broken in the room.

The giant wolf grinned and the gums were clearly contoured.

Some kind of roar of entrained warnings and anger penetrated the air and exploded directly in the crowd's heads.

As the guard was about to fall into a coma, it faded and disappeared in an instant, and the sound of running was gone in the city, but it could not capture any figure.

Duheng's back against the wall, slowly sliding down.

He just looked at the pair of Platycodon pupils just now, and he still felt dizzy and tingling.

Arnold sat on the steps, holding up the lord sword made by Szino Steel, and rolled his forehead with three fingers to smooth out the bulges of the tendons.

"I know what you want to ask, it is the fog wolf, the servant of King Antonvison. The bodies outside are all warnings from Gos Langal.

Tygonda is nominally an affiliated city.

He didn't want to kill us or declare war directly, but instead hit us in this way."

Duheng's eyes flashed, and the shock in his heart had eased, he asked:

"Is this the end of this?"

"It shouldn't..."

Arnold looked over sideways, his expression with scrutiny and thought.

"Don't forget that the fugitive who hijacked and beat the princess of the Kingdom is still alive. Although he doesn't know where he lives, he will never escape the fog wolf's search."

Outside the window, the mist evaporates.
Chapter completed!