"What's wrong?"
Asked Fangzheng when he heard the commotion outside. The carriage, of course, did not have the high-tech ability to drive itself. The coachman was a young lad sent by Clark. His name was Garrison, and he was quite a clever lad. Because he was too young, he did not go to the frontline to fight. Instead, he was in charge of logistics in the rear, so he was not injured. In addition, he was very smart and familiar with the terrain here, so Clark let him be in charge of driving the carriage.
"It's like this, the stronghold seems a little … .off …."
"Stronghold?"
Fangzheng raised his eyebrows. He pushed the door open, got off the carriage, and went to the coachman. Seeing his arrival, the quick-witted young man immediately nodded to him respectfully and pointed forward.
"Sir, look …."
Following the direction Garrison was pointing, Fangzheng soon saw the stronghold not far from the foot of the hill. According to Clark, this stronghold was the safest place in this area. There were 50 soldiers and a Paladin stationed there. The stronghold was used to connect the Order Fortress with the Northern Alliance's rear stronghold, so it was usually very lively and heavily guarded.
But now, that place looked dilapidated. The originally solid outer wall had a few holes, and black smoke could be seen burning from it. It was not as simple as a little off. No matter how he looked at it, something was very wrong.
"How is this possible? Even the stronghold has been breached? "
Fangzheng's body had been strengthened by the Zerg, so his eyesight was more than ten times that of an ordinary person. It was almost like he had a telescope. Therefore, he could immediately figure out the situation of the stronghold with just a glance. The young lad obviously did not have this ability. In his eyes, the stronghold was just a small black dot. If he did not rely on his experience to confirm that the black smoke came from the direction of the stronghold, he would not even suspect that something was wrong there.
But now, as he stood there and stared at the small black dot in the distance, the young lad felt more and more uneasy.
"That shouldn't be. Even if it's a black wolf pack, the stronghold should have enough strength to resist the attack. How is it possible …."
"I'll go take a look."
Fangzheng interrupted the young lad's mumbling. He patted him on the shoulder and looked around.
"Drive the carriage to a safe place first. I'll go investigate what happened there."
"You're going alone? My Lord, will you be able to … "
However, before the young man could finish his sentence, he heard a "swoosh" sound. When he turned around again, he was shocked to find that Fangzheng, who was supposed to be standing not far away from him, had disappeared like a ghost.
"… This is really scary."
Looking at the empty ground, Garrison patted his chest. If he hadn't seen Fangzheng's teleportation ability on the city wall, he would have thought that he had encountered a legendary forest monster or a ghost ….
Fangzheng had no idea what was going through Garrison's mind. He had already arrived at the entrance of the stronghold and was sizing it up with a serious expression.
If Fangzheng was only guessing before, he was now almost certain that the stronghold had fallen. The entrance of the stronghold was open. There were traces of blood on the walls and the ground. There were even scattered weapons and charred corpses on the ground. It was obvious that a fierce battle had taken place here.
But what made Fangzheng so serious was not because the stronghold had been breached, but because he smelled a faint sulphuric smell from the burnt ashes on the ground. Although the black wolves could spit fire, the flames they spat out were magic flames, which were clean and odorless. In fact, there was only one kind of flame that would have such a unique sulphuric smell.
That was the flame from Hell.
In Fangzheng's memory, there was only one kind of people on this continent who could use this kind of flame.
Cultists.
To be precise, they were the believers of the Day of Destruction Church. In their 'Holy Bible', there was a detailed record of the prophecy that the entire world would be devoured by the flames and destroyed. Therefore, the believers of the Day of Destruction Church loved to use the power of flames to display their power and authority. The primitive, violent nature of hellfire that could burn everything into ashes perfectly illustrated the imagination of the cultists. Therefore, they learned how to borrow the power of this flame from Hell to fight. And the more outstanding the cultists, the more adept they were at using this power.
As for why Fangzheng knew all this? It was simple. Although he had changed his body, he hadn't forgotten Williams's memory! As a cultist, that kid was quite qualified. Fangzheng even dug out a little secret from his memory. To determine how strong a cultist was, one could tell by smelling the strong smell of hellfire on him.
Fangzheng also learned from Williams's memory that some crazy high-order cultists would completely inject hellfire into their bodies and use secret techniques to restrain their power. In this way, these high-order cultists could use very powerful hellfire to fight at any time, and if they couldn't win, they could even self-destruct ….
The current situation of the stronghold looked a little strange to Fangzheng. From the outside, it looked like the stronghold had suffered a fierce attack. Obviously, the stronghold had faced a very fierce attack from the very beginning. But the interior of the stronghold was relatively calm. Most of the things in the rooms were still intact, but there were traces of being searched. In other words, after the stronghold was breached, it quickly surrendered and everyone was taken away …. Huh?
At that moment, Fangzheng's ears suddenly twitched. He turned his head and looked at the wall beside him. Soon, Fangzheng's eyes began to change. His originally dark brown eyes quickly turned golden, and his pupils became vertical lines.
This was also an ability that Fangzheng inherited from the Zerg genes. Through this ability, not only could he easily see in the dark, he could even use a technique similar to "infrared detection" to scan for the presence of living beings. But although these abilities were convenient, Fangzheng couldn't use them at any time. Because when he used these abilities, his eyes would inevitably transform into the form of a Zerg. This was obviously difficult to explain to outsiders, so unless he was alone or as a last resort, Fangzheng didn't want to expose his Zerg abilities.
Soon, in Fangzheng's eyes, the world began to change. A bright red colour enveloped the whole world, and then it became dim. Right on the heels of that, Fangzheng saw a bright red figure leaning against the door on the other side of the wall. It was in a combat stance. Clearly, the other party had sensed something and planned on launching a sneak attack on him.
A survivor? Or an intruder?
Fangzheng clenched the long sword in his hand. He blinked his eyes and retracted his gaze. Then, Fangzheng stretched out his hand, clenched the long sword, and slashed at the wall with all his might!
The dazzling light of the sword hit the hard wall like a battering ram, and the stone wall began to cave in and crack under this strike. At the same time, the world in front of Fangzheng's eyes began to change.
The scattered stone fragments suddenly slowed down. They slowly flipped over, like a snail flying slowly in the air. This situation was very similar to the bullet time scene in the FPS games that Fangzheng played in his past life. In fact, this was also the source of Fangzheng's inspiration. There were many ways to use the time ability, and this was one of the ways that he fumbled through.
After all, in the games that he played in his past life, there were many ways to use time!
Fangzheng rushed into the hole and soon saw a figure retreating in a panic. Clearly, the other party had not expected his opponent to play his cards so unpredictably. He did not use the main entrance and directly tore down the wall. The person raised his long sword and tried to fight back. Unfortunately, his movements at the moment were as slow as a turtle's crawl in Fangzheng's eyes. Before he could raise his long sword, Fangzheng's Sky Breaker Sword was already on his neck.
At this moment, time returned to normal.
"Pitter-patter …"
The scattered stones flew in all directions, and for a moment, the smoke and dust were everywhere. The person struggled for a while, but before he could make the next move, Fangzheng saw the face of the person in front of him clearly, and he was stunned.
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