Krafft's Anomaly Notes

The shouted warning from ahead spread through the forest and hit the ears of everyone in the team.

The team of more than [-] people, composed of soldiers, city guards and two knight retinues, stretched loosely in the woods, with a distance of [-] steps from the beginning to the end.The oblique grass and trees formed layers of information filters, and only the closest subordinates could clearly see what happened.

The city guards at the rear didn't even hear the ear-scratching metal sound. The word "enemy attack" went back and forth in Taiping's mind for a long time before he realized that something impossible had happened. Can't find where the other side came from.

The warning did not play its due role, but instead caused greater confusion in an environment where the command was out of touch. Most of the people who had never experienced actual combat since receiving training drew their weapons in a hurry, and then they were at a loss.

They didn't expect any resistance in Westminster at all. There shouldn't be any armed forces here who dare to face the ruling power.

Every direction is a dark green and deep forest. The twisted tree shadows covered with fungi seem to be moving in the background, and the overgrown weeds and vines under the feet hinder the eagerness to get closer to their companions.Someone fell to the ground, and the frightened people around fled in panic, and the shapeless formation became more and more scattered.

Diego couldn't see it all, he instinctively looked around for the source of the arrow.

The second attack came, the arrows passed by the side of Hu who was approaching him and tried to provide cover, and hit the ribs of the shoulder armor, and the broken wooden pole was drawn on the helmet, making ears buzzing.

After a brief fright, he felt a surge of unbearable rage at the audacity of the attackers, threatening the life of a knight with a sneak attack which, most infuriatingly, came so close to success.

This exposed the attacker's location and reminded Diego of the most important thing to do now.He raised his arm to cover his face with the arm armor, and lowered his visor to cover his only weak point.

Then, look for the direction from the field of vision of the horizontal screen, and rush towards the place where the arrow came from.The figure crouching in the grass in the distance has not left yet, moving as if preparing for the next shot.

Perhaps many people will feel a little fear at this time, but this does not include Diego.The armor on his body is a symbol of status, and it is also the confidence for him to dare to rampage in any battle.

In terms of the strength of the previous two hits, no matter whether it is a bow and arrow or a crossbow with a low probability, close-range shooting will at most leave a dent on the armor surface.

The iron man in full armor ran, breaking twigs and crushing the weeds, and pieces of mushrooms were crushed under his feet. From the slippery feeling, he could imagine that those disgusting things turned into disgusting colorful mush.

Well-mobilized joints allow him to make short sprints that are as good as light packs without having to worry about frontal attacks.The good accuracy of the two arrows just now is based on the premise of shortening the distance. Diego can already see the weapon in the shooter's hand, an old-fashioned hand crossbow he got from no one knows where.Facing the rushing knight, the man was finishing the winding.

Diego didn't quite understand his confidence and purpose in doing so, risking his life to complete another meaningless shot?
The archer took aim with an arrow, but this time Diego did not make any defensive moves, and raised his sword across the last crossbar.However, instead of shooting at him, the arrow aimed at another target and shot behind him.

An unfamiliar scream, not from the two followers, Diego had already come to the shooter.In the shadow of the dead angle of the helmet's field of vision, two figures rushed towards him from the side. It seemed that this was the reason why the other party dared to shoot three consecutive shots on the spot.

The first person roared forward and bumped into the side of the knight who had no time to change direction, trying to make him lose his balance and fall down.

But he greatly underestimated the weight difference between the two sides. The armor seemed to be filled with sand, and he only swayed back a few steps to stop the charge. Instead, he bounced back and fell to the ground. Slowing down, the puncture pain in his abdomen made him let out a cry of fear.

Without giving this guy a chance to struggle, Diego spun the sword half a circle and pulled it out. At the same time, he felt someone strangled his neck behind him, and inserted some thin iron object into the gap between the helmet and breastplate, and inserted it viciously.

This decisive approach without hesitation is not like an amateur bandit, but a desperado with both courage and experience in fighting.

The blade slashed across the small interlocking iron rings, the strength was far from enough to break through this unexpected layer of protection and the cotton lining underneath, and he had no second chance.The left elbow of the saddle-shaped armor bumped against the flank of the person behind him, and a long fragile bone with one end floating on the abdominal wall was broken by the impact, and the broken end was further squeezed into a deeper position.

As soon as the restraint on the neck was loosened, the knight broke free from the restraint, thrust out his backhand from under the armpit, and pierced through the exhausted body with too much force.

It took Diego a moment to draw the blade.The arrow hitting the disc armpit showed the shooter's incomprehensible will to fight. Instead of taking the opportunity to distance himself, he shot directly at the imaginary weak point.

After finding that the crossbow in his hand was useless, he pulled out a dagger, hissed a prayer that was transformed like a martyr in the flames, and swung it vigorously at the enemy who had easily killed his two companions.

The voice that seemed to come from the tree hole of the dammed fungus chanted something familiar to Diego, but it also had a different meaning in this maniacal mouth. Distortion, like a well-known shell is forcibly put on other things, but the imitation is so similar to the original.

In the field of vision of the visor divided by holes, the face distorted by fear and driven forward by something unknown, coupled with the out-of-key words, made the soul protected by the thick plate armor feel a moment of horror.

He blocked the incoming dagger with his horizontal sword, and in the fierce metal collision, a little thought that escaped recalled the source of the content of the opponent's nervous cry. It was an original sentence in a line of scriptures, which was used to encourage the dead in heroic battles. , will ascend into the kingdom of the afterlife.

This especially aroused a feeling of fear that he didn't want to admit. He changed his action of grabbing the blade and disarming it, and knocked the gauntlet on the roaring mouth, and then stabbed the opponent's left chest with the blade.

It wasn't until this fanatical or crazy person fell that Diego regained a little peace. The meaningless shouts and iron clashes from behind left him no time to think about the unexplainable impulse, and chose to shoot and kill. each other instead of leaving captives.

With the help of the knights, the attackers, who were already small in number and gained a short-term advantage by surprise attacks, quickly fell into a disadvantage, and another pair of long-range weapons did not appear again.

Their equipment is poor, their clothes are the same as those of civilians, and they lack armor. They are roughly between rogues and low-level caravan guards. Their extraordinary will to fight may make most underground gangs fearful, but it cannot make up for their skills and materials. difference.

Not everyone has the will to die together. After Diego knocked down a guy who chanted aloud the quotations from the deformed and distorted scriptures again, the remaining few people quickly entered the daily process of non-professional armed and some professional armed, collapsed and fled , By the way, it plays the role of pointing out the direction for the pursuer.

"Where's that guy?" Diego noticed that everyone had joined the melee, including the entourage who was supposed to be dragging the prisoner who was leading the way, kicking down an opponent who was still trying to get up, and making up for it with a sword.

"Dead, shot to death." The subordinate shook off the blood from the blade, and wiped the remaining bit on the dead man's clothes.

"This group of bastards who should go to hell actually know how to silence them!" Before he had time to organize the scattered teams, Diego led his followers and soldiers who could still be gathered, and chased after the fleeing enemies.

He is sure that there is something hidden behind this that will allow him to get out of the status quo, even if it has nothing to do with the disappearance case.But the premise is to catch up with the remnants of the enemy, instead of losing the ready-made guide while losing the guide in this forest.

There was almost no hesitation. The victory just now gave them enough confidence that the goal was in front of them. The soldiers also believed that the generous officer would give them a piece of the pie afterwards, and the victory rewards were waiting for them to claim.

Including Diego, the team with high morale followed closely behind the fleeing figure.Those people seem to be completely unaware of what their actions mean, and they only run desperately in a certain direction in unison. Their habits to the environment prevent them from being dragged down by the slippery ringworm-like flora on the ground, and they always maintain distance.

Diego gasped for breath. The armor that protected his life was also a burden at this time. The hot and humid weather made the lining of the armor soaked in sweat. Smell the salty smell of sweat, and the salt stimulates the broken skin.

There was also an indescribable strange smell, which made his nasal cavity itchy, and he couldn't help sneezing, his breathing rhythm was not continued, and his throat was sweet.

He had to admit that there was indeed such a smell, similar to... dust, just like the feeling when he put this helmet that had been out of use for a long time on his head, there were fine particles that were attracted everywhere and flowed.

Suffocation, lack of oxygen, dizziness, sweat that could not be wiped off the eyelashes, and the slightly painful curved edge scene in the limited field of vision, those extravagant colors that mostly grow on the ground also swayed around the eyes with the flow of liquid, reminding him of In previous trainings, when he endured this kind of discomfort and faced off with his training partners, he would be caught if he squinted a little. He was probably the one who got caught.

But now no one is going to bother Diego Cavaliers. He avoided a tree trunk, blinked, squeezed out the sweat from his eyes, and his eyes became a little clearer.

However, those spreading colors have not diminished, and indeed spread out in a large area in the field of vision. All kinds, many of which are rarely seen in normal times, are accumulated in clusters, and they exist in the upper and lower directions. Dense, but there is no trace of artificial cultivation.

This idea made him feel absurd. How could people grow mushrooms like wheat.What's more, the luxuriance of these fungi has exceeded their imagination, and Diego even felt that letting them go further would fill the entire forest, occupy every inch of space, and squeeze into his armor.

The bizarre and disgusting imagination only stayed in his mind for a while, but it made the surface of his tongue smell, as if he had really inhaled the mushrooms that filled the world.

"Damn rats, gnats in the gutter!" Diego snarled and ran, turning his emotions on to the gang of amateur armed criminals who had brought him to this dreadful place, and this adjustment allowed him to concentrate.

The dense forest of mushrooms in front finally came to an end, and they finally blocked the group of people on a dark harbor water with oil-stained spots.

The pursued fled to the crude pier built of black logs and covered with mushroom bushes, where there was only a small canoe in the water, and the respondent hidden under the hooded robe, painted a dirty white dye on the front. The plates are just out of style rings.