Alien Knights

Two shadowy figures, one female and one male, stood on the boulder, looking down at the shouting and unaware humans at their feet.

The male shadow stood upright and raised its head. The red flesh sac on its chest quickly inflated from its original shriveled state to a huge sphere.

Alfonso, who was sitting on the mound, put his sword beside him, took a deep breath, and said to Randall next to him: "Cover your ears with your hands."

"Cover... your ears?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp, harsh noise, like thousands of pieces of glass being cut by saw blades, spread from the top of the mountain to the entire hill.

Looking at the entire army, except for the physically tough species such as orcs, werewolves and tauren, most of the soldiers were caught off guard and were knocked unconscious by the shadow's scream.

The sound was so unbearable that for a moment Randall thought his soul had left his body.

Randall, who could no longer support his body, fell heavily to the ground.

With the bells and bells ringing in his head, all the scenery in front of him slowly became blurred.

The cold and biting wind blew through the bare hills, and the withered old trees emerged from the soil like twisted mummies.

Randall was walking on the muddy path, and the plants and trees in front of him were like sharp iron needles piercing his heart, making him tremble all over.

A terrifying old tree with a crooked neck blocked the night, and a pair of women's bare feet swayed with the strong wind.

Randall knelt down in front of the old tree, looking at the inhuman body that was eaten by maggots in front of him. His fingers were deeply embedded in the soil, and his face was ashen.

Randall lowered his shoulders feebly and murmured: "I thought I had gotten rid of all this..."

"Man...original sin..."

Hearing the vague sound coming from the air, Randall raised his head and asked loudly: "Who are you?!"

"Guilt...self-blame...regret...delicious."

"Tell me! Who are you?!"

The strange sound disappeared completely, as if it had never existed.

The next second, Randall felt someone slap him in the face.

He opened his eyes forcefully, and the scenery in front of him changed back to the distant hills.

Aldenan kept patting Randall's face with his furry paws, and found that the latter slowly woke up and turned around. He took a long breath and said, "Seeing that you haven't woken up for a long time, we were worried that something had happened. "

Randall shook his groggy head, looked at the team members gathered around him, and asked doubtfully: "How long have I been unconscious?"

"About ten minutes," replied Bullwell the Minotaur.

Barbara held Randall's face with both hands and asked with concern: "Are you okay? Your body is so cold and there is no blood on your face."

"I'm okay."

Randall struggled to get up from the ground and asked everyone: "When will we launch an attack?"

Kellogg threw the dagger in his hand, spit out the letter and said: "The battle is over."

"What did you say?!"

Looking at Randall with a surprised look on his face, Aldenan gestured with his paws and said excitedly: "What a pity you didn't see it just now! After the two strange war beasts howled on the top of the mountain, the whole The enemy's defense line collapsed completely, and the enemy's heads exploded like ripe watermelons. Blood spurted out from the blood vessels like boiling water, reaching up to seven or eight meters in the air. "

Randall frowned, pushed away the person in front of him, and looked towards the top of the mountain in the distance.

What surprised him was that the original appearance of the earth and rocks on the top of the mountain was no longer visible. The crimson thing completely covered the top of the entire hill, making it look like it had been painted with red paint.

With an uneasy mood, Randall slowly walked towards the top of the mountain.

The Valkyries are hovering in the sky, looking for any fish that have escaped; the Crusaders are counting the enemy's corpses and equipment; the Dragon Knights and Beast Controllers are transporting and treating those war beasts that were injured or killed in the battle.

Stepping on the dark red soil, Randall endured the sticky feeling like a swamp under his feet and went straight to Alfonso, who was directing the cleanup of the battlefield.

"grown ups."

Hearing the voice behind him, Alfonso turned around and nodded to Randall: "The cleanup work here will be completed soon. You and I will return to the headquarters camp later."

Randall was about to say something, but the sight not far away made him alert.

When he looked back, he saw the male shadow lying on the high rock. He looked like he was taking a nap, but his dark eyes were staring at Randall motionlessly.

Randall suddenly had the illusion that these pure black eyes were like bottomless black holes, slowly dragging him towards the abyss.

Forcing himself to look away, Randall found that behind him, the female shadow was holding a relatively complete corpse in its mouth. She nimbly shuttled between the rocks and returned to the male shadow.

Placing the body next to her companion, the female shadow raised her paw to signal the other party to move first.

The male shadow squinted his eyes and shook his head. He turned towards Randall, and his insect-like mouth moved slightly, as if he was saying something.

The female turned her face to Randall and looked him up and down.

After a while, as if she had lost interest in something boring, the female shadow lowered her head and bit into the corpse's head with her insect jaws, and began to feast on the brains in the skull.

Listening to this chilling voice, Randall closed his eyes and turned his head, forcing himself to calm down.

"It's impossible... They are just wild beasts. I must be overly concerned..."

While Randall was talking to himself, he walked to Alfonso's side, hesitated for a moment and asked: "Can I ask something?"

Alfonso put away his sword, turned around and walked down the mountain: "Talking as we walk."

Randall followed Alfonso's footsteps and asked: "Those two shadow terror claws, what are their origins?"

Alfonso slowed down and said with a bit of uncertainty: "The shadow is the war beast that your majesty personally brought out from the Eye of Hell in Gugu City."

"According to His Majesty, unlike war beasts such as giant wolves and poisonous lizards, Shadow lives thousands of meters underground, close to the bottom of the Eye of Hell. It can be said to be the oldest and oldest place there. One of the mysterious creatures.”

"His Majesty once accidentally mentioned that in the deepest part of the Eye of Hell, there live thousands of different but powerful war beasts. Some war beasts can even compete with an army. However, the temperament of these war beasts They are violent and solitary and find it difficult to integrate into life on earth.”

When Randall heard this, he asked strangely: "What happened to the shadows? How did they agree to come to the ground?"

"Part of it is due to His Majesty's power, and part of it is because the war beasts of the Shadow Terrorclaw race are willing to communicate with other intelligent species."

"Communicate? What do you mean?"

Alfonso was silent for a while, and then said: "Your Majesty did not explain this very clearly."

Randall hesitated for a moment and then asked: "Has Your Majesty ever mentioned that shadows can peer into human hearts?"

Alfonso stopped, turned to look at Randall, and said in a deep voice: "Never mentioned it."

"Shadows like to devour brains, spines and other nerve centers. There are often rumors that such war beasts can read minds, but in fact, there is no evidence to prove this rumor." Alfonso stared at Randall's eyes: "You Did you see any vision?"

Randall opened his mouth but made no sound.

He thought about it again and again, and finally shook his head.