Fairy’s Box

At the top of the bastion, seven vigil squads were separated by a distance from each other, end to end, patrolling back and forth like a complete fire dragon.

From a practical point of view, each team is guarded in an area, and it can almost complete the warning circle without dead ends. However, it is inevitable that the team will be prone to slack, which is something that no general can tolerate. In addition, the temperature in this ghost place is too cold, and if there is no activity, the natural disaster knight will be very hard to bear.

Tonight, it was the turn of the ninth squad under the 1st guerrilla battalion to keep vigil. Each of them held a torch, took steady steps, and continued to follow the team.

In the depths of the night sky, five ghost birds belonging to the early warning battalion suddenly appeared. After relying on the watchers to exchange information with the ground, they suddenly dived to the height of the wall before slowly descending to the ground.

Almost at the same time as they returned to the ground, the other five ghost birds carrying the assassins flew into the night sky like a shuttle, continuing to patrol according to the trajectory of their companions. On the other hand, after completing the vigil mission, these assassins can seize the time to return to the camp and sleep in their own cages.

The air is no better than the ground. The higher the height, the colder the wind and the more terrifying the wind. Every hour or so, there will be other ghost bird teams to replace.

After being familiar with the vigil replacement rules of the early warning battalion, some ground teams use them as clocks, and rest or exchange tasks according to this rule.

"Boss, the ghost bird has come down again." The second person in the team, a strong bearded man, reminded in a low voice.

"understood."

The head sergeant nodded, raised his left hand, sighed warmly at the palm, and said in a sullen voice: "This ghost place is so cold, even a sneeze can cover your face with ice slag, you need to hurry up to keep out the cold. One bite."

"Ha! That's what I've been waiting for."

The bearded man immediately opened his eyes and smiled, took out the water bladder from his waist, and greedily took two gulps, feeling the hot spirits pass through his throat, as if through a tunnel, slowly poured into his stomach, and he immediately enjoyed it. Squinted.

Seeing his alcoholic attitude, a low-pitched mockery suddenly floated behind him: "Look at what old Rick looks like now, and you can imagine how he drank milk back then."

"Dika, don't kill yourself, kid!" Beard suddenly became angry, and his voice increased several degrees, which was especially harsh in the quiet camp.

"Shut up! Quiet me!" Chief Ralph was so frightened that his scalp went numb, and he turned back and cursed in a low voice: "It's okay to be noisy during the day, and it's still noisy now, are you going to die?"

"..." Rick's neck was flushed, he was stunned for a few seconds, and said shyly, "I'm sorry, boss."

"It's good to know." The middle-aged non-commissioned officer glared at him before turning his head again. The moment his eyes turned to the periphery of the bastion, the man suddenly frowned:

"It's getting foggy?"

I don't know when it started, the end of the horizon in the distance became blurred, as if covered by a layer of tulle, like a condensed stream, wisps floated over, and gradually thickened in the direction of sight. Along with the tumbling fog tide ahead, I vaguely felt an unpleasant stench, as if something had rotted...

"What fog?"

Rick twisted his neck and followed Ralph's line of sight. The sturdy body suddenly twitched and froze in place.

"what's the situation?"

Seeing the gesture of the two of them, the rest of the team suddenly became suspicious and stopped to look into the distance.

The gray fog surged, and the speed became faster and faster. In the blink of an eye, it spread to the sky and surrounded the moon. Soon, the only pale white light on the earth was swallowed by a gloom.

...grumbling...grumbling...

A heavy and sticky voice came from the end of the sky—the voice sounded distant and ancient, like a sigh wriggling towards reality from the depths of a ghostly nightmare

Hearing this voice, Master Chief Ralph felt a chill in his heart, and his eyes gradually became clearer. He suddenly felt a colicky pain in his brain, and his soul was repeatedly pulled out extremely cruelly, by an invisible force. Traction, naked naked body exposed to the air.

"Shit... Damn, blow... the whistle, whistle to warn you!" The man used all his strength to say this sentence with difficulty from his chest.

After a long time, he got a breathless voice from the right side of his body:

"Head, head, I can't move."

"Rick? Is that you?" Ralph realized that he had been enveloped in thick fog, and out of the corner of his eyes, he could still see a vague outline.

Rick wanted to give the other party a positive response, but he found out in despair that he had lost control of his body. There seemed to be an invisible force pulling him forward, and with every step forward, that force would become stronger and stronger.

"Damn it? Talk!" Ralph roared angrily.

...

After shouting several times in a row, he finally gave up shouting and decided to pin his hopes on himself. This man knew very well that only by regaining the dominance of his body could he break the deadlock in front of him.

The best way to regain control of the body is to ignite the grudge.

That's right, as long as the grudge is ignited, no matter what kind of curse or illusion, it will be easily blown away like dust and tissue paper.

Ralph tried his best to control his mind, trying to detonate the power in his body, but his body seemed to be mixed with strange substances, rejecting himself with a strange coldness.

How could this be? Who is it?

He felt cold and cold coming through his body, which made people feel uncomfortable and fearful, the surroundings were silent, and occasionally some wind would blow over, blowing the thick fog around him erratically, very gloomy .

Gollum... Gollum...

The sound that seemed to be squirming from an exotic land reappeared, and Ralph felt the cold on his back, subconsciously wanting to burn the fire to ward off the cold.

He turned his eyes to look around, and found that the surrounding gray fog could not see the end at all, and there was an unfathomable feeling.

I have been in the battlefield for so many years, and I want to die here in a vain way?

Master Chief Ralph thought desperately, before the man could have more ideas, a burst of light in his eyeballs suddenly caught his attention.

A white light suddenly appeared on the horizon, as if the moonlight at night was shining on that position, slowly approaching the bastion. The closer he got, Ralph felt an indescribable shadow. Chill and fear.

Gollum... Gollum...

He saw a huge and ugly figure in the hazy white light, slowly creeping towards him.