The red moon returns

Chapter 420: Outbreak Again
The fire was not big, but it was particularly conspicuous in the ancient night.

Even the veil of the goddess of night was reflected red by the fire.

There shouldn't have been so many people gathered in the city center at midnight, but unfortunately, there was the only tavern in the city next to the drying yard, and dozens of travelers who were driven to Novlan gathered in the tavern.

These depressed people were trapped in a dangerous city. Everything was delayed, and they didn't know when they could leave safely. They drank to drown their sorrows, hanging out in bars every day, and only returned to their homes to rest in the early hours of the morning.

And tonight, the tavern caught fire.

The wooden tavern burned quickly, and before long the flames had engulfed the entire tavern, with a tendency to spread to the surrounding buildings.

In the blazing fire, dozens of people were running frantically in the drying yard, screaming in terror.

The city's fire-fighting facilities are actually very complete, and there are fire-fighting tools everywhere, but at this time no one was putting out the fire. Most people were panicking and terrified in the drying yard, and the chaos around the drying yard seemed like the end of the world.

Because behind these dozens of people, there were seven or eight crazy attackers chasing them.

With blood at the corners of his mouth and red eyes, he was tireless and quick in his steps, chasing closely behind the fleeing people. He would pounce on one from time to time and bite him madly amidst the other's screams. For a while, crazy roars and desperate screams became the main theme in the drying yard.

Yes, the infection broke out among the travelers who were drinking in the tavern. The companions who were drinking and cursing loudly one moment suddenly turned into maniacal cannibals the next. The travelers who were still sober fled in all directions, kicked over the wine barrels and knocked over the oil lamps in panic, causing the tavern to become a sea of ​​fire. Finally, they rushed out of the tavern and ran into the drying yard with the infected people.

Darkness, flames, flickering lights and shadows, fleeing figures, infected people gnawing at flesh and blood, and victims wailing miserably.

When Lynch rushed to the drying yard with Judy, what he saw was such a nightmarish scene that made him feel as if he was back in Raccoon Town.

"Don't put out the fire yet. Let the other brothers who come to support surround the scene, kill all the infected on the spot, and control all the injured. Don't let any of them escape."

Lynch came with the soldiers left behind in the fort to reinforce the troops. When he saw this scene, he immediately gave orders loudly.

The soldiers were originally a little overwhelmed and wanted to prioritize putting out fires according to their original training. But when they heard Lynch's order, they immediately became confident, shouted to their comrades who were originally patrolling the streets, drew their weapons and rushed towards the infected.

The infected had no intelligence and were driven by appetite. There was food all over the floor, so they didn't care about the soldiers rushing over. The soldiers killed an infected with a few axes, and soon calmed down the eight lunatics forever.

Only then did the travelers who were stopped in the drying yard feel safe. They didn't care about the blood and stains everywhere and sat down on the ground one after another. Many of them burst into tears on the spot.

But the soldiers were not idle. Many people had already fled the drying yard, and some of them were probably scratched and bitten, which was a potential danger. Fortunately, it was midnight, and most of the citizens had gone home to rest. The streets were empty except for these frightened victims and patrolling soldiers, so they quickly gathered all the people who had escaped from the tavern together again.

This is the fault of the city manager, and Novlan will definitely take the responsibility. The victims will be counted on the spot now, and those who are just frightened can go home directly. The City Lord's Mansion will send someone to apologize verbally later. Those who were injured tonight can register their wounds on the spot, and not only can they enjoy free treatment, but they can also get a large amount of compensation tomorrow based on tonight's registration.

The soldiers announced this after hearing some people's murmurs. The disaster-stricken people who had been crying and making a fuss immediately quieted down. More than a dozen people immediately crowded in front of the registration soldiers, vying to show their wounds.

No matter how big the wounds were, they were shown to the soldiers. Some pointed to old wounds that were almost healed and said they were caught today. Some even scratched their skin secretly to disguise the wounds. While registering, they were proud of their cleverness. After all, it was a large amount of compensation. These soldiers were like fools and could not tell the difference. It would be a waste if they did not lie. Lynch stood with Judy, watching the people in the square in the shadow of the building, without interfering. Everyone has the right to choose, but they must also accept the consequences of their choices. So I wish them good luck.

Soon a soldier reported the results of the investigation.

Among the travelers drinking in the tavern, in addition to ordinary travelers who were innocently implicated, there were also two real businessmen, both of whom were rich.

The two usually lived in good conditions and were used to a life of luxury, but now they were trapped in this small border town, where they could only eat low-quality white bread and monotonous vegetables every day. They had had enough of it in the past two days.

As a result, today one of the merchants got a lot of fine white bread, fresh fruits and bacon from somewhere, and the two of them treated it like a holiday. They took it to the tavern that night and called a few travelers who they had gotten along well with in the past two days to have a good drink together.

So, amidst the envious eyes of dozens of stranded people, the eight people drank all night and ate all the exquisite food, which took them three or four hours. When they were ready to leave, the eight people lay down on the table one after another.

Then there was the lively scene just now.

Lynch could only shake his head helplessly. When the soldiers checked the food in the afternoon, they visited almost all the citizens, but they obviously neglected these travelers, which almost led to a disaster.

But it’s better this way, at least Lynch doesn’t have to worry about where the missing food went.

Seeing that the situation had been completely under control, Lynch finally felt relieved. He left the scene to the soldiers and returned to the fortress with a few people.

The fortress was still pitch dark, no different from when Lynch left.

The entire military camp was as quiet as a tomb, without any human presence. After all, the soldiers who stayed behind had gone to support the emergency scene. When the group left, only four soldiers were left in the camp.

However, as soon as the group arrived at the door, they realized that something was wrong. The two sentries standing guard at the door had fallen down, with two shocking huge wounds on their throats, almost cutting off half of the sentries' necks.

At first glance, these are the wounds left by sharp claws. The victims dissected today all had such marks on their bodies.

Ghoul's claw marks.

Seeing that the comrade who had been saying goodbye and laughing an hour ago had turned into a corpse, the soldiers who had just returned were shocked and angry, and kept shouting. Lynch ignored their reactions, signaled Judy to protect herself, and then approached the corpse.

He was killed with one strike, clean and quick, totally unlike those dead bodies that were simulated with tools. The hideous wound was still bleeding, and the blood had not yet coagulated, so it was obvious that he had been dead for less than five minutes.

Lin Qi's heart sank. This might have been done by a real zombie. Could it be the one hiding beside the city lord?
But what did he want to do by killing the guards and sneaking into the military camp? What was there in the military camp that attracted him?
Do you want to sabotage Dr. Swain's work? Or...

Thinking of the dozens of crazy infected people in the dungeon, Lynch subconsciously shuddered.

(End of this chapter)