Late at night, even though the suburbs experienced a battle that many people didn't know about, it was almost time for the archery team to patrol the surrounding forests.
Since the superiors issued the order to assemble the troops in the school grounds, several young grooms in the stables began to talk again. Could it be that they were going to strengthen their troops and prepare to fight the Huns, so the training time has been delayed until now, and
It seems that the number of Yuzhihu's archery team sent out to patrol has increased a lot today, but it would be better not to have wolf slaves come to attack. The grooms do not know many of the archers, and they do not interact with each other on weekdays. Only here
In the torchlight, they could barely recognize the former principal and captain Linghu Mu. That boy had never appeared in their field of vision since he annoyed the old man last time. When they saw him again now, he was leading the team.
He followed more than ten people towards Wuqiu at the northwest waterfall.
In the Wuqiu dense forest, the firelight in the hands of the archers cast a shadow on the dark water, quietly drawing out a shaking shadow. They were destined not to relax and patrol this night, and until now they still haven't heard or seen any danger.
The sign, however, is that more and more birds are flying through the sky, and their companions are flying in from all directions to join them, and the crows that originally lived in the mountains are also circling in the sky.
"Is something strange going to happen?" Linghu Mu said with startled eyes: "This time should not be the time for migratory birds to migrate."
A companion next to him replied: "These things don't look excited. They seem to be frightened. There are also a large number of vultures and crows flying over. Is it possible that a war is coming?"
At this time, a crow landed on the treetop in front of them, very close. It flapped its wings, then called twice, and its black pearl-like eyes were facing the person in front of it.
"What does it want to say?" said an archer: "The sound is too unpleasant. Can any of you understand it?"
An archer responded with a greedy voice: "Although I don't know what it is talking about, I know that I have asked about the smell of barbecue."
Linghu Mu rolled his eyes and scolded: "Come on, you greedy old bird. This old bird is very evil. Be careful that it understands what you say." Before he could finish speaking, the black bird
The crow flew away with a croak, and a hint of ridicule appeared on Linghu Mu's lips: "It seems that it really understood."
"Haha! I guess it's interesting."
Soon, they came to the vicinity of the waterfall. It was too dark and cold, and they could not distinguish the scenery. When they heard the splashing sound of water flowing down, they naturally felt extremely cold, and their bodies could not help but tremble.
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An archer said: "Captain, are you suppressing the urge to jump into the water?"
"What?" Linghu Mu asked in surprise.
"Hey, there's no need to hide it. I've seen your weird habit of jumping into waterfalls in the cold weather several times. Isn't it fun in there?"
A flash of uneasiness suddenly flashed in Linghu Mu's heart, and he said solemnly: "No one is allowed to tell anyone, do you hear me? If anyone dares to tell it, I can't forgive him."
"Why?"
"Why? What do you think you would think if someone discovered your fucking quirk and it was publicized?"
"Huh? It's not something shameful. Is this considered a quirk?"
Linghu Mu scolded again: "Anyway, don't tell anyone. If you are a brother, keep this secret for me."
"Okay, okay, there's no need to be angry. Since you're pretending to be nervous, I'll keep this... quirk for you."
The team moved to the flat land between the mountains, and the rocks echoed with their conversations and the chirping of birds. At this time, a hoarse voice mixed in the human voice floated towards them, as if even the air was hoarse.
I also vaguely smelled the special fishy smell of the forest mixed with the fragrance of flowers.
Linghu Mu's face suddenly turned ugly, and his keen sense of smell told him that something unspeakable was approaching.
Linghumu's footsteps dispersed the water splash on the ground. He was undecided along the way. He thought that the golden fire cavalry sent before had not returned yet. He could see that other people were also very concerned about this matter. Even tonight
The expression of Commander-in-Chief Yu Zhihu was gloomy to the extreme. Once he changed from his usual lazy expression, even the violent general Nangong Yan’s slogans for rallying the troops became much softer, and the morale of the soldiers he drilled was no longer what it used to be.
Gao Sheng, thinking like this always makes people feel an undercurrent of uneasiness. If something happens to the Golden Fire Cavalry sent out, this can explain many unusual incidents in the military camp, but their archery team has not heard of it until now.
After receiving the news, I am afraid that the higher-ups deliberately blocked the news to avoid shaking the morale of the military. Their intentions are helpless.
Countless fires are continuous among the army, as if intertwined into countless blood vessels, reflecting the firefly-like stars in the sky, forming a special sense of beauty between the two.
Meng Tian, who was standing on the commanding platform, had an unpredictable light in his eyes. He looked away and could see that although the faces of the training soldiers did not dare to show anything, there was more or less doubt in their eyes.
, in their opinion, if they want to strengthen training, there is no need to gather 100,000 people in one place. After all, this has never happened before. Therefore, everyone's thoughts secretly shifted to Weigui.
Enter the Golden Fire Cavalry.
''Hey, have you noticed that the air suddenly became very humid and hot? It's like it suddenly changed from dry and cold winter to hot and humid summer," an archer in Uqiulin muttered to his companions.
Lean your body slightly and open the collar of your clothes more.
Obviously, the other party meant the same thing as him, but it was more exaggerated than he did. The man directly took a handful of cold stream water and poured it into his clothes, and kept saying: "It's really hot, so hot.
It's really strange. Could it be that he ran into the stove•••amp;#8226;amp;#8226;"
The last time the wolf slaves provoked them, they shot them back with bows and arrows. Since then, they seem to have learned a lesson and have not harassed them for many days. Even if they dare to attack again, twenty or thirty of them can handle it. Really
I don’t understand why the commander-in-chief went to war to call the others... As the temperature continued to rise, the archer gradually became anxious and began to complain about all kinds of things.
Afterwards, they attributed their impetuous mood to the high temperature and couldn't help cursing in their hearts: "Asshole, don't you dare to show up with a target and let me vent!"
Among all the people, the unruly Linghu Mu seemed calmer. His mind was once again looking forward to seeing the black flames that he had experienced the night before. Although he only touched a little bit, it was a strange feeling.
It was fascinating. The strange fishy smell just now was exactly the same as what he smelled the night before. Maybe he could really see it again. When the fishy smell overflowed into the crown of his nose again, he whispered quietly at the corner of his mouth.
With a satisfied smile on his face, he deliberately found a reason to leave his companions temporarily and followed them with his keen sense of smell.
I walked quickly to the low water beach and remembered that I was almost here that night. When the thick fog filled the air, the green leaves here exuded a light fragrance, attracting many insects to live and chirp.
"Will it show up?"
He kept walking into the distance, and finally saw a floating scene in the dark night. The blurry posture had a soft texture. At first, he thought it was smoke, but when he got closer, he suddenly realized that it was that thing, as if the night was charming.
Bewitched, but disappeared in a blink of an eye.
"Dazzled?" At this moment, he thought of the suspicious old man in the stable again, and was actually amused that those young men took his random story seriously.
As he walked forward, he scanned the scope of his vision wider.
Hearing the sound of flapping wings, Linghu Mu stared at the little moth parked at the end of the tree. He waved the bow in his hand. The moth was frightened and flew away immediately. When it disappeared into the darkness, Linghu Mu
Hu Mu's body was like the air, trembling slightly.
"You haven't shown up yet?"
...
From just now to now, there was no progress, and he began to feel a little lost. He passed through many trees, and the thin miasma like white porridge began to fade away, and then a sticky moisture swept the entire surrounding environment, under the dense forest illuminated by stars.
, he lowered his body and rinsed his sweaty hands with his hands.
"This water is quite cold."
Suddenly, he felt thirsty, and an inexplicable pressure surged into his heart. Looking down, he saw a strange look on the dark water, slowly bypassing the rocks, and followed by a trickle of water.
The ground is spreading.
This is diluted blood...
Linghu Mu was silent for a moment, and suddenly felt his heart beating loudly.
"Someone is injured, it's not good!" He exclaimed and ran quickly towards the stream.
"Plop!", a crow passed by the treetops, quickly swept across the leaves, and then disappeared again. The crow's sound gradually faded away, and everything seemed quieter than before.
Linghumu could only hear the sound of his own heavy footsteps, and his mood gradually became irritable. He secretly clenched the bow in his hand, and the shock in his heart could not calm down. For Linghumu, who had always been able to remain calm and calm in the face of danger,
This is a strange feeling that I have never experienced before.
"What happened?" He gasped and began to complain about why he was so far away from his companions.
Linghu Mu held the bow tightly with his wet palms, and then used the other hand to untie the bow from his waist. When he suddenly felt a heart-stopping chill rushing through his body, he immediately stopped and shuddered.
, I sniffed, and a strong smell of blood entered my nostrils from the air. Sure enough, I touched blood stains on the stone, and there was a severed hand in the water. It seemed that the torn wound was forcibly cut from the body.
Whose body was it torn off? Where is the body? Who did it? Several panicked thoughts quickly passed through his mind. Suddenly, a voice appeared out of thin air, interrupting his thoughts.
''Snapped!''
Someone fell from the sky, and his dark hair spread in the stream. The person's face was blurred, looking like a mummy under the pale starlight, and his neck was twisted like a deformed fetus.
Another moan came from behind the tree. Linghu Mu's face flashed with anticipation, and he quickly ran to the man. It was his companion, who was dying.
"Yes..." The archer leaning against the tree trunk said in a low voice, with endless fear and darkness in his eyes.
"What's there?" Linghu Mu didn't understand why he was suddenly so shocked, and why his blurred face had such an obvious and easy-to-recognize expression. He was trembling, slowly raising his hand, and pointing with a pale face.
Own.
Suddenly, he felt a strange breath coming from behind him. It was clear that it was definitely not a breath that humans could emit. It seemed like a faint and suffocating smell of death, surrounding him.
Linghumu's pupils suddenly expanded, he raised his sword, turned around and shot a swift arrow, then took two steps forward and shot two arrows into the darkness one after another.
There was no sound of hitting, but after the sound of the arrow breaking through the air, there was a "chi" sound. The arrow penetrated deep into the trunk of the tree and swayed hummingly.
'"Gone?" Linghu Mu was uneasy and looked around quickly. When he looked back at the stream, he was surprised to find that his companion who was leaning on the tree trunk was missing. He disappeared without a sound. "Been taken away.
,suddenly?"
At this time, the starlight was obscured by dark clouds, and all vision became dark.
In front of him was a huge tree, with uneven rocks under his feet, and flowing icy water. Linghu Mu's body had stiffened, and the strange aura surrounding him gave him the illusion that something was wrong in his heart, but
This was not an illusion, just a real killing, because two archers were already dead.
Gradually, it seemed that something was approaching. Linghu Mu secretly clenched his fingers, fear growing in his heart. He turned his head away, trying to forget what happened the night before. Without being able to see, he
They had no choice but to gather their companions to prevent invisible things from disintegrating their archery team one by one.
But his calling and searching have made no progress. Where have they gone? Could it be that they are already dead? At least a body must be found. He ran anxiously, as if something was chasing him behind him, forcing him not to
I dared to stop, but I didn't know how many jungles I passed through, and I didn't see any human figures, but it didn't matter anymore. This was a serious matter, and I should return to the military camp to report the situation.
"Damn it!" He suddenly stopped and scolded him, looking around, but found that he had lost his way and ran into a completely non-directional area, which meant that he could not find his way back to the military camp. He even thought
He had never thought that he would experience such a mistake at such a critical moment. The sticky moisture in the air made him extremely impatient, and he could not calm down to seriously think about the countermeasures. In a completely lost situation, Linghu
Mu suddenly punched the tree angrily, causing the tree to shake violently. Now, the stars in the sky were hidden in the clouds, and the north represented by the Big Dipper could not be found. It had not rained in recent days, and it was obviously not summer.
, but the hot air is always filled with a heavy moisture, and at this moment, I can feel that the surface of my skin is covered with tiny water droplets.
Then he heard a puff of wings.
It's a moth again! Linghumu looked up and stopped complaining in his heart. He leaned against the tree subconsciously and listened to every move around him with 120,000 concentration. There was no movement around, but
The throbbing in his heart still did not calm down. He took out two arrows from his back, bit one in his mouth, and put the other on the bow string. The fully drawn bow made a rattling sound, and then stopped still.
I suddenly felt a chill running down my back, and my body couldn't help but shiver. However, the strange aura surrounding me was still snooping around somewhere, waiting for the opportunity to come.
He quickly turned around and looked to both sides again. At this moment, the aura came down from above. Having experienced battles on the battlefield, he could clearly tell that if it was murderous aura, it would be ridiculously strong, but it was not.
The breath of death dispersed into the air, wrapping him from top to bottom.
Linghu Mu's whole body tensed up, the arrows had been fired, and only the bow in his hand creaked as he squeezed it, but he still couldn't raise his head to look at the "thing" staring at him above, as if his whole body
I can't help but can barely control my emotions.
In the past, he didn't know what fear was, but now he really felt the fear of the cold. Unable to bear it anymore, the fear gradually expanded in his heart. If this continued, he would be pushed to the edge of collapse. He quickly raised his head and raised his head.
The bow did not shoot out. Suddenly, there was a rattling sound in my mind, and the old man's words rang out again: "No one who has seen black flames can survive."
Suddenly, layers of sweat fell from his forehead. In the colorless sky, only blazing black flames were seen. The momentum was more fierce than last time, sweeping down overwhelmingly.
It was as if the flames of the sacrifice were burning, and the hot mark turned into a charming bewitchment in the wasteland of time.
It is also like the lament of the distant past, the burning soul.
At the same time, the aversion to cold pressed down on his convulsing body, and his life force was completely swallowed up by fear.