Campfire Shelter

At night, there was a grain warehouse where many soldiers were stationed in the castle. Several soldiers on duty couldn't help but yawned from sleepiness and exhaustion. One of them couldn't help but lean against the wall and close his eyes.

"Don't sleep! Otherwise you may be beheaded."

"I just took a nap, it's fine."

"I don't know if what the big shot said is true as long as one more day passes and everything will be fine." A soldier on duty said listlessly, holding a spear.

It was fine when I was fighting during the day, but in the dead of night, I felt exhausted and really sleepy.

"I don't know. I'm more hungry than sleepy."

"I'm a little hungry too."

The soldier who was holding the spear and closing his eyes said that he suddenly felt his stomach moving and let out a clear cry of gurgling.

After the sound of hunger, another soldier also made a growling sound in his stomach.

Goo-goo-goo.

Near the warehouse, it suddenly felt like a field after rain, with frogs singing one after another.

"I'm so hungry. Can you eat something? Anyway, we are only asked not to sleep, there are no other requirements, and we will be safe in another day."

"Yes, it will be safe soon"

"very hungry"

clang clang clang.

A soldier couldn't help but put down the spear in his hand, and walked towards the warehouse with increasingly absent eyes, staring at the few dried meats and bread left inside.

When one of them picked up the black bread and stuffed it into his mouth, everything seemed to be unstoppable.

At the same time, in a hall in Black Rock City Castle, Colin, who was standing by the window, glanced out the window and could see a large crowd of people.

At his request, all the refugees, civilians, and others in Blackstone City were placed nearby.

I haven't done a census, so I can only roughly estimate that there are at least more than 50,000 people here. Because of the large population, the management is very rough, and the lack of good sanitation management has led to the accumulation of odor sources such as excrement, which has deteriorated the sanitation situation in this area. It can be called a disaster level.

Even Colin in the castle felt like a farm being fertilized outside.

But now Colin doesn't care about management.

He always felt an indescribable sense of crisis, always feeling that some big trouble was going to happen, but he didn't know exactly what form the trouble would take.

"That thing requires no sleep. I have arranged it as much as possible. I hope not sleeping can really solve the problem."

Colin raised his hand and pressed his forehead. Thinking of this, he felt very headache.

Even if he forces those people not to sleep, there will still be various incidents of sneaking and skipping sleep, and then after finding out that it is okay to sleep, he will take it further, and even privately spread that he is sent by the devil to prevent ordinary people from sleeping. Such rumors.

And the "lycanthropy" had only subsided for a day or two at this time.

Those who made these remarks were a group of "judges" in the city. Although they were suppressed by Helena, they did not dare to say anything openly, but they always made some small moves secretly.

Colin didn't tolerate them either. He caught them all and even killed a few to scare the monkeys.

However, the rumors have been spread, allowing some people who didn't believe in him to have any luck.

"It's best not to ruin my survival, otherwise no one in the prison will survive."

Colin exhaled, becoming more and more uneasy.

Suddenly, he frowned, his nose twitched, and he smelled something not quite right from the obviously stinky air.

Direction is.

Colin's nose twitched and he looked towards that place, the grain warehouse?

Thinking of the thing that could bring intense "hunger", he suddenly had some guesses about where the next disaster would happen.

He pursed his lips, didn't think much, picked up the Reveler revolver, and walked towards that place.

"What happened?"

Upon seeing this, Kalder immediately followed him, waved behind him, and led a small team.

"Something's not right, the location of the warehouse." Colin didn't hide it. He was cooperating with the warden these days, although the warden would report to Helena all day long.

"how come?"

Calder was stunned for a moment. The warehouse could be said to be the place with the most protective power besides Helena's side. How could something happen?

If something is really going on, there must be some movement. It is impossible for the whole army to be wiped out, right?

"Did something happen?"

How do I know, I just don't feel right.

Colin muttered in his heart and said expressionlessly:

"You'll know once you go there."

Calder wanted to ask something else, but found that Colin, who had just walked out of the main building of the castle, stopped abruptly and stared outside with a serious look on his face.

At this moment, he looked out and seemed to see nothing. Right? !

What about people? !

Where have you gone?

"Hurry to the warehouse!"

After Colin finished speaking, he rushed towards the warehouse with a quick step. More than a minute later, before he could get close, he heard a faint grunting sound coming from that direction.

It's like the strange cry of some kind of frog.

Moreover, what made him palpitate the most was that there was a faint layer of white mist floating around.

"It's not blue and black."

After observing, Colin breathed a sigh of relief. Black Rock City would gather some ground water mist at night, so it was not a particularly strange thing.

Then, he squinted his eyes, and his pupils stood up in the process, turning into an inhuman appearance, and he looked through the white mist into it.

He soon noticed that there was no one around here because all the soldiers had gone to the warehouse.

The ground was full of footsteps pointing there, as well as weapons thrown halfway.

Obviously, something must be happening ahead without them knowing it.

Just when Colin was hesitant and didn't know whether to go over to investigate, the sound of some staggering footsteps suddenly came from the thin white mist.

A figure staggered out of it.

"This is you, Wood?"

Calder, who was next to Colin, recognized this man by looking at his figure: "How did you come over there? What happened?"

The soldier named Wood didn't answer. He just took a step and stepped out of the mist. He could vaguely hear what he was saying, but he couldn't hear it clearly because of the distance.

Colin frowned and stared at the figure. His right hand reached into his collar, holding the handle of the gun, and his left hand held a golden rectangular card.

Behind him, amidst a series of "crash" sounds, Calder and others drew out their swords.

If they didn't find anything at this time, they would be really sorry for the hard-working head on their neck.

Ten seconds later, the figure in the mist gradually walked out. When they saw him, everyone was stunned for a moment.

What's happening here?