Catalog of the Lost - a searing epic

"Everyone, hold your breath, don't let that big guy find out that we're ambushed here. "

Before the battle began, Lalheim ordered thirty soldiers in torn armor and blunt axes with broken swords and axes in their hands to lie on the ground in the town of Domanic.

Boulders, ruins, corpses, these three things filled the whole of Domanic, and the only city wall that seemed to hold up was also crumbling, what Lalheim didn't know was that there was a soldier lying there, at first he thought it was the safest place, and he might be able to find a way to survive here, but now he didn't know if his end would be to be crushed to death by the collapsed wall, he didn't feel the slightest fear, because the breath of death had already spread, numbing his brain.

In the past half a day, the corpses of their teammates emitted the smell of decay, even blood, and the other surviving soldiers lay among these corpses, covered with black-red corpse blood that exuded a fishy smell, disguising themselves as one of these corpses, but after a long time, no one felt that they were disguised, and they themselves imagined themselves as conscious corpses, but they didn't know whether people would be conscious after death.

Suddenly, with a 'bang', the walls collapsed, and the soldier came to an end.

The fallen rubble kicked up blood-colored sand and blurred the surroundings like mist, and then a giant hand pushed away the mist, revealing his blood-red eyes and blood-soaked fangs, moving slowly like a wild beast foraging for food.

The Imperialist was tired, but the murderous aura was still evident, and he said "Step into Valhalla" as he walked forward with the last of his strength, sniffing the breath of the living with his nose, he could feel that there must still be someone, but his nose had been disarmed by the rancid smell of blood.

At this moment, a young soldier couldn't hold back any longer and vomited, it was now afternoon, he vomited the dried steamed buns he had eaten the night before, the vomit and blood fused together, making him feel that he had eaten human flesh last night, but the next second, he came back to his senses, raised his head and looked at the exhausted imperial man, only to see him smile weirdly, looking at himself, and suddenly rushed over and pinched his head, as if he had just been exhausted and pretended.

The Imperialist laughed and kept pushing harder, and the harder the soldier broke free, the brighter he smiled, and he pinched her head with more force, until the sound of bones shattering came from his hands, and the soldier did not move.

The Imperials were in a state of joy for a moment, and Lalheim shouted, "Up!"

In an instant, thirty corpses stood up and seized the moment to attack the enemy, the axe-wielding soldier chopped off his limbs, and the archers in the distance aimed at his head.

Eventually, the limbs of the Imperials were cut off, one arrow shot down his ear, the rest of the arrows either pierced his head or stuck in his back, dozens of broken blades were plunged into his chest, and he died like a hunted porcupine, and not only that, but the soldiers who were about to go mad dug open his flesh with their nails, pulled out his eyeballs and tongue after his death, and some even began to fight over these things that they had just felt disgusting, wanting to bite it with their teeth and spit it in a pool of blood, if he could feel it after death, the soldiers would surely be like him, wandering in joyful feelings。

Larheim, having plunged his sword into the chest of his enemy from behind, fled far away, looked at those who had gone mad in his eyes, sighed helplessly, and then turned to look for shovels to bury the dead soldiers, the last thing he could do to these people, which he thought was insignificant.

Before that, he needed to wash his face, or the scarlet blood would soon clot on his face.

It took him a lot of effort to find a bucket of uncontaminated water in the ruins of a residential area, and she held the bucket to avoid the mad soldiers, and found a room that was still intact on her own, and through the window, he poked in, and only began to wash himself when he saw that there was no one around.

Lalheim found a recessed pit, poured the water into it, then lay on the ground, stuffed his face into it completely, and when he couldn't hold his breath anymore, he pulled his head out, breathed rapidly, and looked down at the water he had just poured into the pit, which was completely dyed red.

Slowly, Lalheim's breathing steadied as he noticed that his hair had covered his eyes, and he looked at the reflection in the murky water, and realized that it was time for him to get a haircut again.

He brushed his reddish-brown, medium-length hair back and knelt on the ground with his head tilted, enjoying the moment.

After enjoying himself for a while, he began to clean his body, taking off his leather armor, boots, and then the innermost layer of his armor, which had turned red, revealing a dark and strong, but elastic skin, but his body was a little more slender than that of other soldiers.

Lalheim poured a handful of muddy water on the armor, and after a few times, the blood clot on the armor turned back to a liquid state, and then he picked up the bucket and poured it on it, and after being washed with water, the armor looked much cleaner, but it was not so clean.

The last half bucket of water, Lalheim lifted directly above his head and poured it down from top to bottom, feeling the biting cold, stimulating every nerve in his body, pulling him back from his hazy state.

"By the way, Emer is from Lalheim, and the next time we meet, I'm going to ask him, the red maple forest. "

Finally, Lalheim picked up a few rags from the ruins, wiped them all over his body, and soon the rags were also stained with blood, and instead of washing his leather armor and trousers as he did with his armor, he threw them aside, put on the cleaned armor and a pair of torn trousers that he had just picked up, and stepped on his leather boots.

The madness of the soldiers was no longer audible, and they relieved themselves, leaving the land of the corpses and finding a clean place to wash themselves.

Just when Lalheim had just found the shovel in the ruins, there was a sound of footsteps behind him, and the sound was at least ten Imperials, thinking of this, he was so frightened that he didn't even dare to turn his head back, he wanted to lie here and pretend to be dead, and then wait until the Imperials came to him and found that he still had a heartbeat, and then crushed his skull.

Thinking of this, he couldn't stand it any longer, and the only belief that was enough to sustain his sober in this war also collapsed at this moment, and he 'pounced' to his knees, and the only remaining nerves manipulated his hands and pressed them his mouth, blocking Lalheim's imminent cry.

"Is anyone still alive?".

A voice came from outside the ruins, the one Lalheim remembered before, in the Numenting.

Lalheim suddenly relaxed, and for a moment he had the illusion that he was dead, and slowly turned his head to see what he was least likely to see in this war.

Reinforcements.