Deep Sea Embers

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Continuous roars have completely broken the tranquility in Cemetery No. 3. The flames spurting from the muzzle illuminate the dim fog again and again. Shaking and twisted figures continue to emerge from the fog, and are bombarded by sacred flames and metal. One by one they fell - and where they fell, a dark and ominous substance had spread onto the path.

These are obviously no longer "restless corpses" - they are something more profane and ominous, and they must be eliminated here.

The old man's shooting skills were very accurate. In his eyes, the deformed things coming out of the fog were like slow crawlers. Even through the thick fog, he could kill them one by one.

In fact, he was more capable and experienced in using daggers and canes - but the old man knew that he must avoid getting into premature hand-to-hand combat with those monsters as much as possible.

He is already very old, and the experience of a veteran cannot offset the aging of his body, and the enemy seems to be unable to kill them all. Once caught in a close encounter, he will no longer be able to hold those monsters off on the other side of the trail.

It is necessary to calculate accurately, to destroy as many monsters as possible with as little physical strength as possible, and to delay time. The cathedral and the city-state authorities must be taking measures. Reinforcements will come, no matter which side it is - this city will not be like this. Fell into an inexplicable heavy fog.

Faintly, other gunshots were heard from a distance.

"Watch Grandpa!" Annie shouted, handing the newly loaded rifle to the old man's hand again, and looking nervously at the direction where the gunfire came from, "There are also shootings in other places... Someone is here to help us. ?"

"It's the guards of Cemetery No. 4 and Cemetery No. 2," the old man raised the muzzle of his gun, shattering an ugly head emerging from the mist with a roar, and said without looking back, "Someone will come to help. Ours, don’t be afraid.”

"I'm not afraid." Annie tried her best to say loudly. Although her voice was a little trembling, the old guard of the cemetery did not reveal the little girl's courage.

Because she is brave enough.

"You are indeed brave," the old guard said, trying to look as relaxed as possible, even though his arms were actually starting to shake. "Where did you learn this? How do you load rifles and shotguns?"

"My mother had several guns, and she hung them in her bedroom and living room," Annie said as she quickly pressed bullets into the barrel magazine of the double-barreled shotgun. "The year my father didn't come back, my mother would buy them. She bought several guns and said she needed to protect her home...ah!"

The reed on the magazine buckle suddenly collapsed, and the sharp metal edge opened a long wound on the little girl's finger, and she suddenly screamed.

But in the next second, she used another finger to force the reed back into place, and handed the loaded shotgun to the old man in front of her: "Here you go."

The old guard noticed the blood on the gun and heard Anne's exclamation, but he only remained silent for a moment before throwing the other gun behind him: "...Load."

Gunfire roared again.

The hunched-over old man in black was like a curved and tough tree, firmly nailing himself in this thick fog. He and Anne gradually stopped talking, leaving only silent shots and expressions. He became more solemn as he calculated how many monsters he had killed and how many times Annie had handed the loaded shotgun or rifle into his hands.

"The last box is out," he muttered softly.

"Grandpa Caretaker, the last box is out!" Anne exclaimed almost at the same time.

"I know," the old guard didn't look back. He silently dealt with a deformed monster who had almost rushed to the front of the cabin, and then waved behind him, "Load the shotgun, and then put the gun and the remaining bullets Put them all at my feet. Go under my bed. There is a dark brown box with spare ammunition in it. "

"Okay! Dark brown box, spare ammunition!" Annie said quickly, then pushed the gun and bullets out of the door, turned around and ran towards the house.

The old guard silently lowered his head and glanced at the shotgun and bullets at his feet, then turned slightly to the side, closed the door, took out the dagger in his arms, and nailed the dagger to the door outside.

on the hook.

Almost the next second, he heard some panicked footsteps coming from the hut, followed immediately by the girl's hard knocking on the door and the sound of exclamation.

"...I lied to you for the last time."

The old guard said softly, then held a gun with one hand and shot at the deformed monsters closest to him. Then he quickly turned around and took off from the door frame. His free left hand waved from a corner above the door frame, and there was more in his hand. A dark cane - before landing, he used the black cane in his hand to hit another monster that emerged from the fog. The moment the body with a broken head fell to the ground, he also landed smoothly on the ground.

His eyes swept through the thick fog in front of him. The old man waved the black stick in his hand vigorously. The dirty black fluid fell from the stick like mutated blood. He slammed the stick on the ground again, and the metal mechanism clicked. The dark stick body It immediately became half an inch shorter, and countless sharp blades popped out from both sides.

The moment the blade bounced off, it seemed to be mixed with countless layered shouts and roars from the past.

There was even a moment of silence in the foggy cemetery.

The old guard turned back, glanced at the door of the hut, and looked at the corner of the hidden compartment above the door frame - just like most veteran guards, he chose to place the weapon that had been with him for half his life in his retirement year. Above the last door he was guarding, he never expected that he and this old man would fight side by side again in front of this door.

"We guard a door... We are Bartok's guards..." The old man's waist was still stooped. In the cold and dim fog, he slowly turned around and his eyes fell on On those swaying figures, the oath passed down by the defenders from generation to generation was recited in their mouths, "We swear to guard the border between health and death, so that the dead can rest in peace, and the living can be peaceful..."

The deformed monsters in the fog became restless, and countless swaying figures began to cross the path and rush towards the hut that was still standing.

What responded to them was the gunfire of the old guard and the whistle of the staff and sword piercing the air.

"You don't want to rest in peace, I will send you to rest in peace!"

The cries of slashing, roaring, the roar of rifle and shotgun fire, the defenders' final battle made the cemetery tremble.

In the caretaker's cabin, Anne's little body huddled at the door, holding her head and listening to what was going on outside.

She sobbed softly, and eventually turned into a howl amid the roar of gunfire.

When she was twelve years old, she was deceived again by her grandfather.

At the same time, there was frost outside the sea.

The thick fog was not limited to the sky above the city-state. At noon, the fog had crossed the offshore boundary line and covered the patrol range of the Sea Fog Fleet.

In such a thick and strange fog, even the cursed fleet with extraordinary attributes had to tighten its nerves.

On the bridge of the Sea Fog, Tirian stood in front of the large porthole with a frown on his face, staring at the wall-like thick fog on the sea. First mate Aiden came behind him and reported the situation in a serious tone: "... …As of now, our connections with Cold Harbor, Ice Bay, and Pirate Island have all been severely interfered with. There is no response to calls in all frequency bands. Although our communications with the Frost Navy and the port area of ​​Frost Island have also been interfered with, they are barely able to do so. We can still get in touch. The coverage of this thick fog has spread to at least a hundred nautical miles outside Frost Island...

"In addition, according to the reports from the boats we sent to the edge of the thick fog, the fog has stopped spreading and the density has not continued to rise. However, efforts to sail outward have failed - all boats trying to leave the thick fog are spinning in place. , and unknowingly returned to the depths of the fog."

"How's the situation in the stargazing room?"

"Still can't observe the correct stars," said First Officer Aiden with a solemn expression. "It's like a blurry lens suddenly appeared between the spiritual world and the deep sea. The observed stars have double images, and the stars caused by stargazing The mental pressure also increased sharply, and it was impossible to observe for a long time.”

"...It seems that the blockade is complete. The Frost City State and the surrounding sea areas have been isolated from the normal world outside." Tirian's face was expressionless, and there was only a calm look in his one eye. "Don't run out in vain. "

"Blockade... Who created the blockade?"

"Use your brain occasionally - do you still need to ask?" Tirian turned back and glanced at Aiden, "The cultists, the group of lunatics who worship the Netherworld Holy Lord, aren't they the ones causing trouble during this time?"

"I know," Aiden stared, with an expression on his face that said, "Is the battle in front of me a bit exaggerated?" "But can a bunch of cultists really create such a big battle?"

"A group of ragtag lunatics may not have this ability, but the Lord they worship is another matter," Tirian put his hands on the railing in front of him and said in a low voice, "Holy Lord Netherworld... blocks time and space. Disturbing the stars...is this the power of the ancient gods..."

Aiden swallowed subconsciously.

"So...are we really going to directly confront the power of the ancient gods this time?"

"Afraid?"

"A little bit," Aiden nodded, but forced an ugly smile on his face, "But there is no way, the world is like this - actually it doesn't matter if you think about it carefully, the big guy wasn't the one when he faced the old captain. Let’s go ahead as usual, at least the old captain is still on our side.”

"That's enough, let's get ready," Tirian breathed out softly and waved his hand to the first mate, "We have been away from the frost for so many years, we may have to make a big fuss in this sea area again." \u003c!--over--\u003e