Chapter 51 Gray Fog
Nick silently looked at the path winding up the mountain, and said in a grim tone: "The villagers are gone. There are cultists who are performing blood and flesh alchemy here. We have to track them down."
He turned his head and looked at the three soldiers: "Are you scared?"
"Not afraid," Savas and Marshall replied firmly.
"Very good, courage is also our weapon." Nick waved his hand and pointed to the tallest house in the village. "We will tie the horses there and then walk up the mountain."
The enemy's strength is unknown, but I am a little scared. Cultists are religious fanatics, and they might be the kind of ruthless people who rush forward with explosives tied to their bodies. Klauen was a little uneasy. He felt that the correct way to use the golden finger was to stay as far away from danger as possible, and living long enough would naturally make him invincible in the world.
You can do things that are harmless and show off, but try to stay away from dangerous things.
He has the courage to fight desperately, but he is unwilling to face danger proactively.
Nick led everyone in front and pushed open the gate of the yard.
The paint on the door flakes off, revealing the grayish-white spots inside.
Perhaps due to severe wear and tear, the door made a creaking sound when it was pushed, echoing in the quiet village.
A few people found the livestock shed, tied up the horses, put feed in the trough, poured in some soybeans and beat a few eggs.
After taking care of the livestock, everyone picked up their large grey bags and followed Nick's footsteps towards the village entrance.
Everyone was in good physical condition and did not feel much of a burden while carrying backpacks weighing around 50 pounds.
At first, the group walked along the mountain path. Finally, after Marshall discovered traces of a large number of people walking on it, the group got off the road and wandered around in the mountains.
After wandering around for a day, we didn't find any valuable clues. The enemy was very purposeful and was almost walking in a straight line into the mountains.
As the sun sets, orange-red light spreads across the mountains, casting several long shadows.
Nick walked in the front with a black wooden hiking pole. He looked at the sky and stretched out his arm: "Let's camp here today."
"Yes, Father," the three Crusaders all showed relieved expressions and responded one after another. Savvas even sat down directly on the ground, not caring about the gravel below.
A long journey is not a light one. They no longer had the composure they had when they first entered the mountain. Even Crown, who prided himself on his excellent physical strength, was exhausted.
After resting for a while, everyone found a place sheltered from the wind and worked together to clean up the debris on the ground.
Under Marshall's guidance, Crown built his own tent.
Then he set up the pot and started to cook.
The diet is very simple but nutritious, with beef cubes, white rice, and dried vegetables.
The other two soldiers picked up a rope with numerous bells tied to it and set up a warning device outside the camp.
"Damn it, there are hardly any animals here. I want to hunt some game and try some meat," Savas muttered.
Along the way, the few people did not find many signs of animal activities, but they saw a few birds flying across the sky in the distance.
"Don't complain. Most animals are hiding at this time. Judging from past experience, it will soon snow heavily," Marshall advised.
The sky gradually darkened, and a gray mist floated in the distance. Looking around, Clown whispered in surprise: "Why did this fog rise so early?"
According to his life experience, fog in the mountains usually appears after nightfall. He has never seen it so early. The fog appeared just as it started to get dark.
Hearing his words, Marshall also stood up and looked at the thick fog spreading from the mountain: "This fog really came early."
In a few minutes, thick fog came over.
Clown sniffed and asked, "Do you smell any fishy smell?"
"It does smell fishy," Marshall agreed. "My nose isn't very sensitive. I wasn't sure just now and thought it was an illusion."
"Is there a big lake nearby? Why don't we go and catch some fresh fish?" Red Beard came over and encouraged the two of them to go fishing together.
"Savas, I see you have plenty of energy. Why don't you take charge of the night watch tonight?"
The priest must have heard someone's remarks and used them to taunt him.
"Don't," Red Beard was about to say something when he was interrupted by a roar from the depths of the gray fog in the distance.
“Ouch.”
"Ouch." As if a switch was turned on, the sounds came one after another, echoing each other from afar.
The voice was sharp and full of violence.
"It's the howling of a wolf. Damn it, I'm so unlucky!"
Nick said, but there was no worry on his face.
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A wolf pack of sixty or seventy wolves is considered a very large wolf pack. They have four extraordinary people here, which is not enough for them to warm up.
"Hey, meat delivered to our doorstep," Red Beard shouted excitedly, "Wolf meat doesn't taste very good. If it's a brown bear, we'll be in for a treat."
"Roar", a deep and powerful voice echoed throughout the mountains and forests.
"Crow's Mouth, the bear is really here this time!" Marshall raised his middle finger to his teammates.
"How did you know it was a bear? When a wolf pack is hunting, how can they not fight when they see a bear?"
"My family is a hunter. I have been hunting in the mountains with the adults since I was a teenager. How could I not recognize the sound of a bear? As for how there was a bear among the wolves, how would I know?!"
Marshall explained, tightening his grip on the one-handed sword.
"Something is wrong, be careful to conserve your strength," Nick picked up a small round shield and swung his flail, making a whistling sound.
The howling of wolves was getting closer and closer, and Crown heard that there were also the sounds of other animals mixed in.
It is impossible for wolves to hunt with other animals and still live in peace with each other without any sound of fighting.
This strange phenomenon has made everyone more vigilant.
The gray fog seemed thin, like a thin layer of gauze, but it had a significant impact on vision. Crown estimated that the visibility was only about ten meters.
Looking further away, the vision became blurry as if it was blocked by some inexplicable obstruction.
The sound of animals running quickly could be heard in the fog, surrounding the camp from all directions.
Nick quickly uttered a few strange syllables and waved his hands continuously. Strands of red light emanated from his fingertips and fell on the weapons of the three warriors.
Suddenly, their one-handed swords emitted a faint red glow.
"It's a waste of spiritual energy to use the enchantment of burning weapons to deal with these ordinary beasts, Father," Marshall said with a smile. He swung the sword a few times, and sparks flew in the air. "It's really cool. I like it."
Klauen also swung his weapon, feeling the burning sensation: "So magical, what kind of method is the enchantment of the burning weapon?"
(End of this chapter)