Deep Sea Embers

The continuous roar has completely broken the tranquility in the No. 3 cemetery. The flames spouting from the muzzle illuminate the dark fog again and again. Shaking and twisted figures continue to emerge from the fog, and they are bombarded by the sacred flames and metal. One by one they fell—and where they fell, a dark, ominous substance had spread across the path.

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

The old man's marksmanship was very accurate, those deformed objects coming out of the fog looked like slow reptiles in his eyes, even through the thick fog, he could still kill them one by one.

In fact, he was better and more experienced with the dagger and cane—but the old man knew that he must avoid getting into hand-to-hand combat with those monsters too early.

He was already very old, and the experience of veterans could not offset the aging of his body, and the enemy seemed to be unable to kill them all. Once he fell into hand-to-hand combat, he would no longer be able to resist those monsters across the path.

It is necessary to calculate accurately, to use as little physical strength as possible to destroy as many monsters as possible, 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 in such a situation Falling into an inexplicable fog.

Faintly, there were other gunshots coming from a distance.

"Grandpa Watcher!" Annie shouted, and handed the newly loaded rifle to the old man's hand again, while looking nervously at the direction of the gunshots, "Shots are also being fired at other places...someone is here to help us ?"

"It's the guards of Cemetery No. 4 and Cemetery No. 2," the old man raised his gun, smashed an ugly head that appeared in the mist with a roar, and said without looking back, "Someone will come to help you." Ours, don't be afraid."

"I'm not afraid." Annie tried her best to speak loudly. Although her voice was a little trembling, the old guard of the cemetery didn't have the courage to push through the little girl.

Because she is brave enough.

"You're brave indeed," said the old warden, trying to look as relaxed as possible, even though his arms were already shaking. "Where did you learn that? How do you load rifles and shotguns?"

"My mother has several guns, and she hangs them in the bedroom and the living room," said Anne, as she quickly loaded the cartridges into the barrel magazine of the double-barreled shotgun. Fired several guns, she said she needed to protect the house... oops!"

The reed on the buckle of the magazine suddenly broke, and the sharp metal edge cut a long wound on the little girl's finger, and she suddenly exclaimed.

But in the next second, she used another finger to forcefully return the reed, and handed the loaded shotgun to the old man in front of her: "Here you are."

The old guard noticed the blood on the gun and heard Anne's exclamation, but he was only silent for a moment, then threw the other gun behind him: "...load it."

The gunfire roared again.

The hunched old man in black is like a bent and tough tree, firmly nailing himself in this thick fog. He and Anne gradually stopped talking, leaving only silent shooting and the twitch between expressions. He was getting more and more serious, and he was counting, counting how many monsters he had killed, counting how many times Anne had handed the loaded shotgun or rifle to him.

"Last box popped," he muttered softly.

"Grandpa Watcher, the last box has been played!" Annie exclaimed almost at the same time.

"I know," the old guard didn't look back, he silently dealt with a freak that had almost rushed to the front of the hut, and then waved his hand behind him, "Load the shotgun, and put the gun and the remaining bullets Put them all at my feet, go under my bunk, there's a dark brown box with spare ammo in it."

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

The old guard silently looked down at the shotgun and bullets under his feet, then turned his body slightly, closed the door casually, drew out his dagger, and firmly nailed the dagger to the hook of the outer door latch.

Almost a second later, he heard panicked footsteps coming from the cabin, followed by the girl knocking hard on the door and screaming.

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

The old guard said softly, and then shot repeatedly at the deformed monsters closest to him with his single-handed gun, then quickly turned around, jumped up from the door frame, and waved his free left hand from a corner above the door frame, and there was an extra shot in his hand. A pitch-black cane——before landing, he slammed the black stick in his hand at another monster emerging from the mist, and the moment the corpse with a broken head fell to the ground, he also landed on the ground smoothly.

Looking across the dense fog in front of his eyes, the old man swung the black stick in his hand vigorously, and the dirty black fluid fell from the stick like mutated blood. Immediately, it was half an inch shorter, but countless sharp blades popped out from both sides.

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

In the foggy cemetery, even fell into such a momentary silence.

The old guard turned his head, glanced at the door of the hut, and looked at the corner where the hidden compartment above the door frame was located—like most guard veterans, he chose to put the weapon that had accompanied him for half his life in his retirement year. Above the last door that was guarded, but he did not expect that he and the old man would fight side by side again in front of this door.

"We are guarding a door... We are Bartok's guards..." The old man's waist was still hunched, in the cold and dim fog, he slowly turned around, his eyes fell on those swaying figures, and he said Singing the oath passed down from generation to generation by the guardians, "We swear to guard the border between health and death, so that the dead can rest in peace, and the living can rest in peace..."

The monstrosities in the mist stirred, and countless shaky figures began to cross the path and rush towards the still-standing hut.

What responded to them was the gunfire of the old guard and the roar 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 sound of slashing, roaring, the roar of rifle and shotgun fire, the last battle of the defenders made the cemetery tremble.

In the caretaker's hut, Annie curled up at the door with her small body, holding her head and listening to the movement outside.

She sobbed softly, and finally, amidst the roar of gunshots, she turned into howling.

At the age of twelve, she was cheated by the caretaker grandpa again.

...

At the same time, the frosty sea.

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

In such a thick and weird fog, even the cursed fleet, which itself has extraordinary attributes, has to tense up.

On the bridge of the Sea Fog, Tirian stood in front of the wide porthole with his brows furrowed, staring at the wall-like thick fog on the sea, and the first officer, Aiden, came behind him and reported the situation in a serious tone: "... …As of now, our communication with Cold Harbor, Ice Bay, and Pirate Island has been strongly interfered, and calls on all frequency bands have not responded. Although the communication with the Frost Navy and the port area of ​​​​Frost Island has also been interfered, it is barely Can still be contacted. The coverage of this thick fog has spread to at least a hundred nautical miles outside the main island of Frost...

"In addition, according to the reports from the small boats we sent to the edge of the dense fog, the range of the fog has stopped spreading, and the concentration has not continued to rise, but the efforts to sail outwards have all failed-all the boats trying to leave the range of the dense fog are in circles , and unknowingly turned back to the depths of the dense fog."

"How is the stargazing room?"

"I still can't observe the correct astrology," said the first mate Aiden with a solemn expression, "it's as if a blurred lens suddenly appeared between the spirit world and the deep sea. The mental pressure also rose sharply, and it was impossible to observe for a long time."

"...It seems that the blockade is complete, and the Frost City and the surrounding sea areas have been isolated from the 'normal world' outside." Tirian said with a blank expression on his face, and only calmness in his one-eyed eyes, "Don't run out in vain. "

"The blockade... who made the blockade?"

"Occasionally use your brain—do you still need to ask?" Tirian looked back at Aiden, "Cultists, the group of lunatics who worship the Lord of the Deep, aren't they the ones who are causing trouble these days?"

"I know," Aiden stared, with an expression of "is the battle in front of me a little exaggerated?"

"A group of 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, "The Lord of the Deep...blocks time and space, Interfering with 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 there was an ugly smile on his face, "but there is no way, the world is like this--in fact, it's nothing if you think about it carefully. When you met the old captain, the big guy was not Why don't you just bite the bullet, now at least the old captain is still on our side."

"That's enough, let's get everyone ready," Tirian exhaled softly, and waved his hand to the first officer, "After so many years away from Frost, we may have to make another big fuss in this sea area."

(Going to BJ tomorrow for a business trip, going to Shanghai on the 20th, and maybe going to SJZ next month, and I went to Chengdu before, I feel that I am either on a business trip or on the way to a business trip... In short, I will send out the manuscript first Well, it won't be broken, and if there is a chance to see the gap between business trips, I will double update.)