He came to the side of the door curtain, carefully lifted the curtain, and looked outside, but could only see things within a ten-meter range.
Sergeant Mars cursed under his breath:
"Damn, it's that sickening spell again. Our vision and hearing range are limited."
Noland Lee came to the door and glanced at the dark outside:
"Where are the guards in the camp? Why haven't they sounded the alarm?"
Sergeant Mars had the same question in mind.
"Let's go check the Commander's tent, Jarvis. There should be at least one guard on duty there."
Sergeant Mars was about to step out when he retracted his foot in the next second and hastily retreated.
"Hush... someone's coming. It's not clear if it's a guard."
"Click, click..." Footsteps on the ground tiles approached from a distance, entering the range of Noland Lee and Mars' vision and hearing.
"Canary... Canary... Where are you? Canary..." The person outside whispered, calling the name and walking past every tent in the campsite.
