Commercial district, the middle gate of the protective wall.
Auburn was leaning on the edge of the city wall, looking at the distant sky, where the sky and the earth were connected in a line, a dark cloud of radiation was rolling in, swallowing the light between the sky and the earth. The wind from the black clouds was mixed with the smell of blood.
He squinted slightly, and his dark golden eyes flashed with light.
"General." A blonde, handsome adjutant walked over from behind. He placed his palm on his chest and saluted, "Everything is ready. We can start the battle at any time!"
Auburn nodded but didn't look back.
Adjutant Junlang slowly raised his head and looked at the legendary figure in awe. The latter was the commander-in-chief of this battle. He had just turned forty years old and had already obtained five general stars. He was the youngest five-star general in the military headquarters and also the person he respected the most. He considered his words and said in awe, "General, will these barbarians really attack in the next two days? They have occupied the Red Maple Mountain Range for seven or eight days and have not made any moves. In my opinion, they can enter the stronghold. There are abundant water sources and resources here. Are they satisfied?"
Auburn slowly replied: "I also hope that they know how to be satisfied. But if these beasts are satisfied then they won't sacrifice so many people to capture the fortress. They won't break into our territory. Their appetite won't be satisfied with this place. Even the entire outer wall may not be able to fill their stomach!"
Adjutant Junlang was startled. He lowered his head and said: "If they want to attack, will they attack from the slums or the protective wall of the residential area? We don't have too many troops there. I'm afraid that we will lose our defense if they attack from there. "
"Don't worry. We have the boundary wall. Even if they break through the residential district and the slums it will be useless. Instead they will fall into a more disadvantageous environment." Auburn calmly said: "Go and check the barracks again. Tell them to be alert and get ready for the war. The war will begin when the thunder sounds!"
"Thunder?" Adjutant Junlang was startled. He was puzzled. Suddenly he thought of something. His face slightly changed as he retreated.
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Outside the fortress, near the giant wall.
A group of knights in silver-white armor appeared in front of a stronghold. Among them, a handsome youth of sixteen or seventeen suddenly twitched his nose twice. His expression greatly changed as he quickly ran forward.
Seeing this, the captain frowned slightly and called for the others to follow.
Very soon, everyone arrived in front of the stronghold. Their expressions changed and turned a little ugly.
"Bastard!!"
"It's really as the intelligence said. They were completely wiped out!"
"Damn bastard!"
A few of the team members started cursing.
Captain Calon glanced around, his face covered with a layer of frost, and said: "Quickly go and see if there are any survivors."
"Yes."
The few of them immediately dispersed and went to various parts of the stronghold to rummage through the corpses on the ground that were suspected to be alive.
A few minutes later, the handsome youth shouted from a high wall of the stronghold: "Captain, come quickly! There is a survivor here!"
Calon who was rummaging through the corpses quickly put down the corpses in his hands. He turned around and ran to the side of the handsome youth. He saw that the handsome youth was holding a primary knight of light in his arms. The latter's neck had a deep bloodstain. He didn't know how he was still alive. Calon was surprised and happy at the same time. He quickly took out a bottle of water from his waist and handed it to the youth: "Wake up! Who killed you? We are the people from the investigation team. "
The young knight, whose throat had been cut, weakly opened his eyes, and uttered a few indistinct grunts.
Calon quickly put his ear closer to the youth.
"Yes …" The voice stopped abruptly.
Calon waited for a few seconds but didn't see any follow-up. He couldn't help but look up and saw that the youth's neck was crooked. He was dead.
"Ah, bastard!" Calon was going crazy. He punched the ground.
The handsome youth's face turned ugly. He slowly put down the corpse and said: "Captain, this person only has a wound on his throat. The rest of the corpses are full of wounds. When I found him, there was a person on top of him. I think it is because of this that he was not confirmed to be dead. The murderer is so meticulous. After killing them, he still calmly confirmed to be dead. It should not be the work of one person!"
Calon slowly stood up. The other team members also quickly ran over and reported: "Captain, there are no survivors. They are all dead."
Calon's eyes were gloomy: "If there are no survivors, let the dead speak. You guys go and look at the wounds on the corpses. Then look for any clues about the murderer. Cole, remember the smell of the scene. When we find the suspect, you will confirm it."
"Yes." The handsome youth solemnly nodded.
The other team members also went to do their own things.
"Captain." Suddenly a woman's voice echoed from the distance: "There is a clue!"
Calon was startled for a moment before his eyes lit up. He quickly rushed over and directly jumped down from the twenty-meter-high rampart. His palms quickly slapped the wall to dissipate the force of the fall. After landing, he flipped over and rolled a few times on the ground before getting up and rushing over to a corpse in front of him. Squatting beside the corpse was a young woman with an oval face and a look of surprise and doubt.
Calon's heart shivered as he saw the clothes of the corpse. He recognized that it was a three merit knight and also a guardian of the stronghold.
"Here, there are words …" The young woman pointed as she saw Calon.
Calon looked over: "The murderer is … Dean?"
The young woman was at a loss as she heard Calon's murmur: "Captain, is he talking about Dean from the Temple of Elements? Or someone else with the same name and surname? "
Kelon frowned and looked around the corpse for a moment. Suddenly, he exclaimed in surprise, his eyes revealing a thoughtful look, "These words shouldn't have been written by him, but added after his death."
The young woman was stunned. She took a closer look and suddenly realized, "Yes, no wonder I always felt that something was wrong. These words are written so deeply, and it's different from the way he was lying down." As she said that, she lay down on the grass a few meters away from the corpse and tried to write with her finger a few centimeters above the corpse's head. Although she could write with her finger, the posture made her feel awkward and difficult. Why would a seriously injured person use such a difficult posture to write his last message?
She quickly climbed up and squatted in front of the body regardless of the dust on her body: "Captain, it seems that someone wants to borrow our hands to deliberately frame the person named Dean. Moreover, this person should be the architect of the 'Temple of Elements'. The forces that want to deal with him must be extremely strong. Only such forces can quietly kill everyone here. Moreover, they have the time to slowly wipe out the evidence and destroy the wounds."
Calon frowned: "Don't rush to a conclusion. It is possible that the thief shouted to chase the thief. At present, we can be sure that the person who killed him wrote the words on the back of his fingers. There is sand in his nails. The person who killed him wrote the words in a deep way so that we can see them. The wind and sand couldn't cover them for a while. This proves that he didn't write it himself."
The young woman said, "Captain, judging from the condition of these corpses, they died less than three hours ago. Why don't we first find the fatal wounds on these corpses and then restore the battle scene before they died to see how many murderers there were."
"Alright." Calon nodded: "Go."
The young woman immediately set off and went back to the barrier.
An hour later.
"Captain, from the information we got from the scene, there should be three murderers without a doubt! There are traces of three people climbing rocks outside the barrier. There are traces of squatting in the grass in the distance. I'm afraid that three people can kill the entire barrier. I'm afraid that all of them are at the level of three merit knights. The magistrate won't do such a thing in the entire outer wall. The military is preparing for war so they shouldn't be distracted to kill the people of our stronghold. The biggest suspects are the aristocratic consortiums and the devil apostles of the dark church. " A middle-aged blonde man said. From the color of his hair, it was obvious that he was an aristocrat. However, he didn't have the slightest bias towards the aristocracy when analyzing the problem.
Calon nodded: "We have to narrow the scope. According to the handwriting found by Allen, no matter who wrote the words, the murderer is related to Dean. There is a 90% chance that Dean is the genius architect! Either he was the murderer, or it was his enemy! Cole, go and find architect Dean. Smell his scent and see if it is consistent with the smell of the murderer! Allen, go and investigate the consortiums that have a secret dispute with Dean. As for the others, follow me to check if the dark church wants to take the opportunity to frame our architect. "
"Yes."
Everyone responded in unison.
Boom!
All of a sudden, a thunderous sound exploded above everyone's head.
Everyone couldn't help but look up. The sky was dark. Dark clouds were floating from the direction of the giant wall. It seemed that a rainstorm was coming!
Now was the beginning of the black snow season. After the rainstorm, the temperature would quickly turn cold. The real black snow season would arrive!
Rumble!
As the crowd looked up, the lightning bolts dashed through the dark clouds like thick lightning snakes.
Calon's face changed: "Damn it!"
The young woman called Allen said: "Move the bodies into the barrier and protect the traces of the scene. Don't let the rain wash away the traces."
The others reacted and acted in a hurry.
"It's a bad time!" Calon clenched his teeth.
"It's the right time!" Dean looked up at the sky. There was a smile on his face as he heard the rolling thunder in the distance. He slowly stood up from the grass and looked at Gwyneth and Sergei: "Our battle is about to begin. The clowns should step down. Now it's time for the protagonist to come on stage."
Sergei was surprised: "Battle? Are we going to join the war? "
"We have to bring out our weapons before the battle." Dean smiled as he looked at the ruins of the King's Fort. He waved to the two and turned away. He avoided the sentinels lurking on the ground. He came to a remote fort. There were only a few soldiers on duty. They were barely maintaining the basic operation of the fort.
Dean went to a remote place. He dug the sand and took off his hunter's coat. He buried it in the sand.
Sergei and Gwyneth saw Dudian's signal and took off their coats.
Dean took the lead to sneak into the fort after burying the coat in the sand.
Sergei and Gwyneth were surprised as they understood Dean's idea. They followed him and sneaked into the fort.
Whoosh!
Dean took the lead and went straight ahead.
Dudian, Sergei and Gwyneth returned to the town behind the fortress. The town was empty and the streets were empty. There were chickens, ducks and other poultry in the back of the houses. They were making screeching noises.
"Everyone has taken refuge behind the Guardian Wall. They are running fast." Sergei smiled as he walked on the street.
Gwyneth looked from side to side in silence, like a passer-by who had nothing to do with it.
Dean picked a house and was about to change his clothes. He was startled and turned to look at the eighth house on the left. His brows suddenly wrinkled as if he suddenly noticed something. He immediately turned and walked toward the house.
Sergei and Gwyneth were startled as they followed him.
Dudian kicked open the door of the house and entered. He quickly found a corridor leading to the basement. He jumped down and saw a few linen bags piled up in the corner. There was a barrel of wine on the other side. Everything seemed to be normal, but he saw two red lights in the linen bags. He immediately went over and grabbed one of the bags. He threw it to the ground.
"Ouch!" A woman screamed in pain.
Puff!
The linen bag next to the bag was torn open and a dagger stabbed towards Dean's face.
Dean grabbed the wrist that was holding the dagger. It was a seven or eight-year-old boy. He had freckles on his face and brown hair. His face was full of surprise and horror.
Dean frowned as he exerted some force on his wrist. The boy released the dagger in pain.
Dean threw the dagger to the ground and turned to look at the figure that came out of another linen bag. It was a five or six-year-old girl. She had light green hair and wheat white skin. Her eyes were huge and cute.
"Brother, brother, are you okay?" The girl saw the boy fall and quickly crawled over.
The boy rubbed his buttocks and elbow. He hugged the girl and bit his lower lip. His face was full of horror. His legs were trembling, but his face was full of courage. He didn't even dare to blink.
Sergei and Gwyneth came down from the stairs. They were surprised to see the little brother and sister.
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