Chapter 132

Two blocks away from the shelter camp, a bulge observation post. The militiamen demolished the surrounding buildings and built a simple barricade with these materials. Four militiamen were observing the surrounding area.

"Captain, Lord Mancini's team has been out for nearly an hour. Should we report?" Asked one of the militiamen, worried, to the only captain in the barricade who was wearing chain armour.

The captain was one of the few extraordinary people in the camp. He had cultivated his own farm in the black forest, but his territory was chosen by a wild badger. Although he recovered his life, he still lost an arm. As a crossbow man, he had to return to port Anthony to make a living.

"You're right. It's too damn quiet here. I feel something's wrong." The one armed captain looked at the streets and houses around him. The silence made him think of the day when he was attacked by a wild badger in the jungle. It was as quiet as if the air around him had frozen.

"You take Mike Harris and they go back to report there's a problem here and get the camp ready." The one armed captain decided to believe his judgment and let all the young men retreat.

"And you, captain?" Asked the young man at the head, looking at the one armed captain who was still in the barricade.

"Mancini's team may be back soon. I'll wait for them here. And you can't even see the shadow of those monsters, so we'll all withdraw. I can't afford to lose that man. " "If I don't go back in half an hour or send someone to report it, you know what to do," the one armed captain said to his militia

Just as the captain and the militiamen gave orders, a weak woman's voice came from behind the wall in a house that had been demolished in the distance: "please help me..."

The one armed captain and his militia looked at each other. All the buildings around him had been searched by the militia. Even the gate was removed and used to build a defense wall. There was nothing in that house for a long time! The captain is sure, because he searched the house himself.

"Captain, what to do?" Several militiamen held on to the spears made temporarily in their hands. The monsters they beat back before dawn caused heavy casualties to the militia. If not for the leading knights and Rangers, I am afraid the camp would not have been able to hold on to now.

"Please help me..." The voice as like as two peas came back from the wall. The experienced captain found that the voice of the woman was identical to that of the last time, no matter how it was pronounced or intonation.

"It seems that the monsters have new ideas, but I'll go and have a look. We can't know nothing about their new tricks, or the camp will be dangerous!" The one armed captain looked at several militiamen behind him: "I need a person to go with me. The others are ready to escape. If there is anything wrong, run to the camp and tell them what happened!"

"I'll go with you, Captain!" The leader of the militia did not hesitate to stand out, the captain nodded to him, two people cat waist quietly close to the house.

"Are you hurt?" The one armed captain watched carefully outside the room. The room was dark and could not see clearly.

"Please help me..." It was the same voice. The repeater repeated this sentence. The captain winked at the militiamen who came together. The young militiamen threw the stone in his hand into the room. The stone fell into the room and made a puff.

In the shadow of the room, a woman with pale skin came out unsteadily. Her red eyes and two arms became sharp limbs with the speed visible to the naked eye. She crossed her chest and screamed, "please help me!"

At the same time, he called out to several militiamen in the distance: "run!"

However, from the other side of the sudden emergence of a few human shaped monsters, far faster than normal speed to catch up with the panic of the militia, with horny forelimbs pierced their heads.

"No!" The one armed captain turned and knocked down the woman who had already rushed to her side and called to the only living militia: "run! You have to go back alive and tell Mr. Marx what's going on here! "

In the aristocratic District of port Antony, a team of city guards patrol the streets. There have been so many accidents recently that the whole city is not at peace. Even the city guards, who are usually well respected, get up earlier than chickens and patrol the streets again and again.

"Please help me..." A weak voice came out of the alley. Under the leadership of the officers, a patrol team of seven people walked into the lane along the sound and lost the message.

At the same time, in the cave, the ranger reached out and shot the last arrow in his quiver. He nailed a tentacle that poked his head out of the earth above on the wall: "nothing. It's not within 500 meters around. I think it's tricking us! This is a trap

The hunter turned his eyes to the witch, and altya shook his head: "nothing found. This monster has not used any void power."The witch looked a little embarrassed at this time. As a caster, every time she casts a spell, the void concussion that she produces will lead to a large number of deformities and tentacles. Along the way, she had to rely on her own physical strength to keep up with the team, maintaining a small lighting spell with the minimum cost, providing the team with lighting equivalent to a torch.

The demon hunter squats on the ground, searching for traces on the ground inch by inch. Relying on the "dim light vision", he can clearly see the traces of repeatedly crushed by tentacles on the ground.

He can find a hidden guerrilla in the rain forest by the traces left half a month ago. He can find a member of the resistance organization who has been lurking for many years in the city! But he can't find out which one he's looking for in a bunch of tentacles, because there's never a course or training to teach him how to track a giant tentacle!

The silver haired witch took the hunter's hand and said, "I feel you're upset. Calm down. Remember, among the futures I saw, there was one future that we solved this disaster. "

Whew, the demon hunter took a deep breath. The situation beyond his grasp made him feel at a loss. This is not the emotion he should have.

Then, he found a human footprints, which had been swept more than half by the trace of a passing tentacle, leaving only the front part of the foot less than five centimeters, so he could find it at the first time.

From the size of the footprint and the shape of the shoes, this is a footprint left by a fighting nun!

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