Fairy’s Box

After the death of the evil god, the sea of ​​blood drowned the earth and completely melted the ice sheet. It was not poured out until it was dark. The polluted land exuded a rancid smell, and terrifying thick smoke escaped everywhere.

Because the poisonous blood is amazingly erosive, it has subsided to varying degrees for thousands of miles.

Under the protection of the magical barrier, the bastion finally regained a moment of peace. The knights who suffered from mental pollution slowly recovered, and the auxiliary army also restored order with the strong suppression of the generals.

The suspected infected person is still in isolation, no one knows whether the plague will disappear due to the fall of the evil god, and no one knows how long the dangerous period will be... So, it will probably continue to be isolated.

"Huh?" After returning to the bastion, Casper ordered someone to set up the main tent again, and then briefly counted his personal belongings, frowning suddenly.

"Sir?" The military police officer beside him immediately became nervous when he saw this, and asked cautiously.

"Has anyone been to the main tent?" The head coach raised his head solemnly.

"That, I don't know... I had a severe headache at the time... So..." The military police drooped their heads in shame.

"The headache is so bad?"

Casper touched his chin, walked slowly to the bottom of the map, and asked loudly, "When I came back, you were all lying in rows. Who did this?"

"He was a kind boy," recalled one of the military police officers.

"Has thick and beautiful black hair and noble black pupils." Another person added.

"It just doesn't look good." The third person made a perfect ending.

"Oh..." Casper narrowed his eyes meaningfully, and a face with black lines immediately appeared in his mind. It's not because he has a good memory, there's no way, just look at someone's face and it will be unforgettable for a lifetime .

"Pass my order, I lost the general's accompanying notes, if anyone finds it, return it as soon as possible! Well, there is a lot of rewards... reward him as my bodyguard!"

"As ordered."

...

"Soldiers will read information from the commander's words and deeds. You must be the strongest you can be. While letting them feel strength and self-confidence, you can hide your true intentions... as expected!"

With his head covered under the quilt, Yale greedily absorbed the knowledge in the parchment scroll. Because the coach ordered a rest day, after finishing his weapons and equipment, he kept hiding under the covers and peeking, unknowingly, from the day to the afternoon, the more he looked, the more he was reluctant to return it.

If he had a pen and paper at hand, he would have copied it without hesitation.

The energy of the black-haired knight is extraordinary, and he does not know where to go than the ordinary natural disaster knight. He can't sleep for four days and nights, and he can't feel any strangeness at all.

"Strange, why haven't you received the instruction to leave yet?"

Yale lifted the quilt, hid the parchment, and walked outside the account. I saw that almost all the soldiers of the assault battalion were lying outside the tent, chatting sparsely, or gambling.

When the gambler Garth saw him come out, he immediately waved and shouted:

"Hurry up, come with me a few."

The black-haired knight also got excited, walked up to him, and sat down:

"How do you play?"

Garth pointed to a mud checkered shield on the ground, and said with a smile: "Betting on the turntable, I won't get any money this time, just pull out my hair to make chips."

"I don't even have any money you want. I've already lost it all."

Yale tore off a small piece of hair from his forehead, pressed a stone to the ground, glanced at the grid, and said:

"I bet the order number, seven, ten."

"Damn it, this guy is really bold, and he bet on the order right away. Garth, he wins but pays thirty-five times, aren't you afraid of losing a bald head?" The Berserkers of another team shouted.

"What are you afraid of, I'll pay with your hair." Garth showed a cunning smile.

"You're so forced, let's start!" Another berserker who didn't know him started to make a fuss.

"Everyone has seen it clearly. There is a stone under this shield. Anyone who wants to turn it can come up and turn it. Don't say that I am a veteran of the village. Well, archers are not welcome here."

Knowing that there will be no archers in the assault battalion, Garth still reminded him with a lingering fear. After all, the precise control and eyesight of archers are incomparable to Berserkers anyway.

The roulette wheel turns slowly...

After playing a few games in a row, the black-haired knight never had a chance to touch the turntable, so he lost everything, but he didn't care how many hairs he lost.

"By the way, didn't you mean to rest for a whole day, why hasn't the order come from above?" Yale pressed another tuft of hair, and by the way grabbed the round shield one step ahead.

Goron Kaxia was about to grab the shield, but was preempted by the black-haired knight, and sighed helplessly: "I didn't tell you because you slept all the time before, but I said it at noon, and the rest period was extended to two days, until the surrounding poisonous gas dissipated. Keep going."

"Why do such a thing? The general can become so big, wouldn't it be good to jump over with the bastion on his back?" A **** shovel officer (Annit) said curiously.

"How do I know if you ask me? Yalei turn around quickly." Garth responded absentmindedly, looking at the shield that was not moving, and urged eagerly.

"Probably resting, maintaining the real state is very damaging to the body." He had checked the information on this aspect at the obelisk. Yale knew more, and while talking, he turned the round shield.

"big big big!"

"Little little!"

"twenty two!"

"Red! Red! Red!"

The round shield spun around a few times and stopped slowly. Under the red-eyed gazes of everyone, the pointer replaced by a branch was able to stop at the number "seven".

"Hahaha!" Yale laughed three times, clapped his hands, and shouted proudly:

"It's seven! Thirty-five times! Who is dissatisfied!"

"It's not fair..."

"Are you a Berserker?"

"We've got a traitor!"

There was mourning around, except for a few lucky little ones, almost everyone bought it this time.

"Be quiet, be quiet, run quickly, the mad dog of the supervising team is here!" The eyeliner who looked at the wind in the distance suddenly shouted, and he ran first.

"It must be the big-eyed thief and archer to tip off the news! Hurry up!" The crowd scattered in an instant.

"Let's get out."

Garth picked up the round shield and ran directly into the tent, followed by Yale.

In a few seconds, several military police officers wearing bearskin and black hats appeared in the raiding camp. These people did not seem to have come here specially to catch gambling. As soon as they arrived, they shouted at the top of their voices:

"Passing on the general's order, his military notes have been lost, and the appearance is a yellow sheepskin scroll. If anyone finds it, return it quickly, he will be rewarded!"