The same thing happened to many lords, and in the face of the surging demon army, most of the nobles chose Mingzhe to protect themselves.

However, it is impossible for people who have lived here for generations to leave the lord, and even if they want to leave, they can only face the fate of dying in a foreign land without any family background.

And it was impossible for the lord to take them away, so many people were shuttling through the wilderness, it was like dangling in front of a hungry tramp with a tender steak, and the demon would not give up the food to his mouth.

So countless lords and nobles fled with their families and guards, and their goal was very similar, that is, a safer north.

But is the north really safe?

In Earl Edward's castle, he stood on the racecourse with his sword in his hand, surrounded by fully equipped soldiers and young farmers with pickaxes.

The huge racecourse has long been filled with tents and supplies, as well as people, all of whom have fled to the castle for refuge due to the demonic plague.

His majestic gaze swept over everyone, and everywhere he looked, they puffed up their chests.

Count Edward nodded in satisfaction, and then asked loudly, "Is anyone afraid of death?"

The soldiers shouted in unison: "No!"

An elderly mercenary wielded his sword and shouted, "Those who are afraid of death are all bad seeds." ”

Count Edward took a deep breath and drew his long sword, the blade of which was shrouded in a thin green light: "Then I swear in the name of Ares, the god of war, and swear to live and die with Dreiserburg." ”

The soldiers echoed in unison: "Swear to live and die with Dreiserburg!"

The voice full of fighting spirit infected everyone present, and every face was burned red with hot blood.

Count Edward took the lead and climbed the walls of the outer fortress, and as far as the eye could see, it was densely packed with demons, not to mention twenty or thirty thousand people.

Although these demons are mainly low-level demons, and there are only hundreds of medium- and high-level demons, they can be regarded as a large demon army.

The mercenaries, who were still grinning, all frowned, muttering, "There are so many demons." ”

Seeing this, one of the recruits couldn't help but fold his hands in front of his chest and prayed: "Great God of Light, please send down the Holy Light to destroy these dregs from the abyss." ”

The veteran next to him couldn't help laughing, he shook his two-handed sword with an astonishing size, and said with disdain: "It is more reliable to pray to the gods than to polish the sword in your hand." ”

As he spoke, the veteran stepped forward and patted the recruit on the shoulder and quipped, "Are you scared?"

Hearing this, the recruit lowered his hands with hatred: "How is it possible, I am already ready to die here." ”

The veteran shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said, "Since you are a man, then stand by my side and let me see how you kill demons." ”

When the recruit heard this, he suddenly felt warm in his heart, he was not a fool, how could he not know that the other party was deliberately protecting him.

As the two talked, black smoke slowly rose from the field in the distance, like a terrifying totem pole extending from the ground to the sky.

Count Edward's cheeks twitched slightly, and in forty days it was harvest season, and now all the rice that was not yet full had been burned by the devil.

Obviously, demons are much more intelligent than humans think, and know that hunger is far more feared than bloody slaughter.

Count Edward took a deep breath and looked at the mountain of grain piled up on the racetrack, there was more in the basement of the castle, enough to feed more than four thousand people in the castle for two years.

Fortunately, Renard informed himself of the news of the demon in advance, otherwise he would not have prepared so much food.

Count Edward looked into the distance again, and tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, he had expected it to be a protracted battle, but since the enemy was already in the city, it was better to fight for the victory.

Just where the black smoke rose, a dense crowd of little devils and little devils swarmed towards the castle, and the sound of chirping sounded, and the scalps of those who listened to it were numb.

The summer breeze blows puffs of smoke, mixed with the pungent smell of sulfur, and the choking person can't open his eyes.

Tongues of fire swayed from afar to near, and all the crops in the fields burst into flames, making a crackling sound like a demon's grin.

The flames devoured everything that could burn, and the frightened beasts rushed out of the fire, scattering and fleeing, some of them rushing into the demon army in a panic, and the macabre chewing sound became a delicacy in the demon's belly.

Half an hour later, when the demon army pressed down to the bottom of the castle, the sunlight was already obscured by the smoke, and the whole vision was gloomy, as if the end had come.

The defenders on the walls all took a deep breath, the thick smoke tickled their throats, but no one coughed, and they clenched their swords steadily, ready for the most terrible battle.

The first to attack the walls were the natives from the Ambrizette Mountains and the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts, including goblins, goblins, kobolds, and many other common races.

Their expressions and movements were extremely reluctant, but the little devil holding a steel fork in the back had no choice but to move closer to the city wall.

The little red-skinned dwarfs let out a chirping scream, as if they were directing the natives to line up, and if they didn't comply, they would be poked in the ass by a steel fork.

If there are still those who don't follow, the dense little devils and little bad devils don't mind enjoying the indigenous meal, although the taste is a little hard to swallow.

Behind these low-level demons are many mid-to-high-level demons, such as the Sheephorn Demon and the Scythe Demon, who never participate in the battle in person, unless they are ordered by a higher demon.

It can be seen from this that demons are actually afraid of death.

The final boss always comes to the end, and not long after the array of natives and demons is arranged, an extremely attractive and huge figure suddenly emerges from the raging flames.

This is an extremely burly demon, four meters tall, wearing heavy black armor, the surface of the armor is engraved with many runes, the runes emit a green light, and it looks extremely weird and terrifying.

Blood-red flesh wings stretched out from the gaps specially left behind the armor, as if two bloody gallows had been erected behind this demon.

The demon's skull had a pair of curved horns more than two meters long, and the sharp horns protruded from the hideous helmet, which was terrifying.

Particularly striking are the blood-red eyes hidden beneath the hideous helmet, which erupt with a sinister, cruel, bloodthirsty light.

Count Edward's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and his fingertips turned a little white from the exertion.

He felt the terrifying aura from the Great Demon's body, which was enough to show that the Great Demon in front of him had a strength far beyond him.

Legendary Warrior High Rank?Legendary Warrior Highest Rank?Or ......

No!

Count Edward shook his head vigorously, if the other party really had the strength of an epic martial artist, I am afraid that he would not have put up such a big battle, and he would have launched a direct attack a long time ago.

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