Catalog of the Lost - a searing epic

Domanik's night was a quiet night, a night that would make one sleep peacefully, until a crow crowed in the night sky, and soon the curtain of the night was torn by the sound of laughter and howling.

Before that, Emel was leaning against a solid wall to close his gaze, he did not dare to fall asleep, he did not even dare to take a nap, for the night was so quiet, silently beating his tense nerves, he closed his eyes, grasped every trace of wind and grass in the air, and at that moment shadows and echoes appeared in his dark mind, the shadows were so familiar, the voice was so gentle, unconscious, that Emel fell into reminiscence, unable to extricate himself.

Lalheim was also one of the people who couldn't sleep at night, and in order to pass the night, he was currently patrolling with other people who couldn't sleep, but in an instant, an image flashed through his mind, which was his intuition, telling him that something loud was going to happen.

Lalheim's instincts had always been accurate, since she was a child, including when she left her parents and siblings and left the cannibalistic city, and his instincts told him that life would not be better off without it, but even so, he resolutely came here, and after five years of comfort, he saw hell on earth.

For countless nights like this since the war began, Lalheim wondered if he would regret leaving home, but he underestimated his own sanity, which told him that these five years of comfort had not come easily, and that now was the price he had to pay to get them.

Until she met Emel and met what she thought was the brave, in all the stories she knew, the brave man constantly challenged the strong enemy, and finally slay the evil dragon, won the princess, and lived happily ever after.

Suddenly, Lalheim woke up.

"What else should I pay to escape this hell? "

Lalheim whispered to himself, but received an answer from the person next to him.

"When we were pulled in, there was no going back. "

Lalheim then glanced at it, and when she saw that the man's dull eyes seemed to merge with the night, she ran away in fear, and the man ignored him, for he knew that Lalheim could not escape.

After running for an unknown amount of time, Lalheim was already sweating, but fortunately, in the process of running, he returned to the dream of the brave man.

Perhaps it was fate, or perhaps an add-on to this price, but at the moment he woke up from this dream, he saw the brave.

After seeing Emel not far away, Lalheim hurriedly took his clothes and was about to put them on him, but he was startled by the moment he suddenly opened his eyes, and in a trance he came back to his senses, pretending to be relaxed and teasing: "What, you haven't slept, have you insomnia?"

"No, I just don't want to sleep too hard", Emel still looked serious, completely unaware that he had never smiled in Lalheim's eyes, "It's a little too quiet tonight." "

"It's better to be quiet, sleep comfortably, I hope to spend tonight calmly, not only you, everyone's nerves are tense, I feel okay." "

"Maybe I'm too sensitive," said Emer, glancing at Lalheim's forehead, the beads of sweat proving that he was merely pretending to be calm, "yes, I..."

"If, Emer, I mean if," Lalheim interrupted Emer, and in an instant, his expression suddenly became nervous, and he grabbed Emer by the collar and pushed him against the wall, as if begging him, and whispered face to face, "If you are a brave man, can I be a knight to protect you for once?"

Emer laughed out loud and quiet, very melancholy, only in a flat voice, which was a bit too flat for him.

"What nonsense is a big man talking about?".

Lalheim also noticed his knee-jerk move, and hurriedly stepped aside after letting go, fumbling his fingers to pretend to be calm.

"It's nothing, it's just a strange feeling all of a sudden", Lalheim looked up at the sky, and then noticed that not only was Domanik's night very quiet, but the starry sky was also beautiful, he was stunned, and even stretched out his hand to grab a star and take it away, even he didn't know, and the words he wanted to ask came out of his mouth in this trance.

Originally, Lalheim was going to ask him another question, and even thought of a lot of the answers that Emel would have

"Emer, do you live in Lalheim?"

"Hmm. "

"I've heard that the red pine forest in Lalheim is beautiful, can you show me it?".

But at this moment, his premonition became stronger and stronger, and he unconsciously revealed his true heart.

"Emer, can you take me..."

The

crow's cold cry suddenly sounded at this moment, and when he came back to his senses, Emer's eyes were fixed on the front, his hand grasped the hilt of the sword, ready to draw his sword at any time to fight, after a few seconds, nothing happened, the night was still so quiet, Emel breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes returned to Lalheim, but at this time he still maintained the posture of looking up at the starry sky.

At this moment when everyone relaxed, the bad news came.

"The Imperials are coming! ten! Ten Imperials have been killed! All are dead! The sentinels and the men on duty are dead!".

"Don't be so loud", Emel dragged the herald over, and whispered angrily, "Draw them all over", turning his head, Lalheim no longer looked up at the stars, and was standing there waiting for Emer's order, "Wake them all up, remember to be quiet", Lalheim ran away after learning his order, and Emel asked the herald, "In what direction did those ten men come?" "

"West, almost in a straight line, this way. "

"Understood, go and help wake up the rest of the people, remember to keep your voice down, tell everyone to get ready according to the predetermined plan. "

Watching the herald run lightly towards the place where the soldier slept, Emer's eyes turned to the west, and in an instant, with the collapse of the house, a raging fire burned not far away, and on the other side of the fire, screams and screams were incessant, and in Emer's heart, there was only one emotion burning with the fire.

Suddenly, in his field of vision, an unusually bright light source appeared that was completely different from the firelight, and slowly approached here, until in front of the light source, a house collapsed in an instant.

The enemy is coming.

The team has been assembled.

Fear and confusion spread among the soldiers, they knew that their end was only death, and even if they understood, they still could not hide the fear of death, all they could do was to gather here and make themselves forget their fear for a while through Emel before the battle began, because he was the first hero to kill the Imperials, and the only soldier who could overcome his fear and rush forward.

There were no high-pitched speeches, no exhilarating shouts, just a look, a look like theirs, as if they could see the flames of vengeance burning in their eyes, and they couldn't help but think back to what had happened in the past few months.

A family member died tragically.

The hometown is trampled.

Forced to get involved in this hell himself.

They glared at each other, and there was no sound in this conversation, only an oath to annihilate the invaders, which lingered in the minds of each soldier.