The fence was erected, and the sacred barrier guarding the stronghold took shape.

The moment the fence closed, a circle of white light emanated from the fence and soon seeped into the surrounding darkness and disappeared without a trace.

Then, the roars of countless monsters came from the depths of the darkness.

Pan Long certainly knew what was going on - monster siege.

Monster siege is a common routine in the game.,As for why those monsters don't gather to attack at the beginning of the town.,You have to wait until the town is built or about to be built.,That's what you can say.,That's how "fate" is set.。

(An unknown game planner: This is a game **** sex!)

Pan Long didn't plan to cower in the fence, on the contrary, he wanted to take a look, would there be some relatively high-end goods among the monsters who came to besiege the stronghold this time?

Armed with the Divine Blade, he stepped out of the barrier.

Soon, countless skeletal soldiers were seen gathering from both sides of the street. The number is so large that people can't help but wonder what the old earl did back then?

"Tsk, this force ...... Let's go and fight a big war. Pan Long swept his gaze, and estimated that the skeleton soldiers on both sides added up to almost thousands, and the number was still increasing, and he couldn't help muttering, "Can a Hamlet town pull out so many heavily armed soldiers?

The Earl of Hamlet's territory is indeed not small, with the town as the center, including a bay, a forest and a field, if it is developed normally, there can be at least forty or fifty villages, three or four towns, and a port, and the town of Hamlet can also develop into a relatively large city.

But this is ...... To be honest, among the big nobles at the earl level, it can't be considered particularly powerful. And there are often barons under the earl, unless there is a war and a territorial mobilization, otherwise the standing army of the earldom itself alone can pull out thousands of people, so the entire earldom is mobilized, I'm afraid it will be able to make up tens of thousands of troops?

That's kidding, isn't it......

If there is such a strong force, Count Hamlet should not be an earl, I am afraid that he should be called Duke Hamlet.

"It seems that even if it becomes the real world, it can't really be rigidly set with reality!"

Pan Long sighed, and then swung a knife at the forward of the skeleton army that had already swarmed in.

With the input of true qi, the divine long knife emitted a bright white light, and then this white light was like a new moon, roaring out and bombarding the skeleton soldiers.

Everywhere it went, the skeletal soldiers were like wheat stalks under a farmer's sickle, easily cut in two and fell all over the ground.

When the crescent-like white light was about to dissipate, it exploded violently, blasting a circle of skeleton soldiers nearby that had not been cut off by the sword light to pieces. Although the farther ones were not directly shattered, they also crackled and fell to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

With just one sword, Pan Long killed at least a hundred skeleton soldiers.

And for him, this is just a casual blow.

"This kind of miscellaneous soldiers is really not worth mentioning at all, so let's just clear the field and see if there are any powerful characters. ”

Pan Long muttered to himself, put away his knife, and swung his fist at the army of skeletons on the other side.

True Qi and fist wind fused, entangled and turned into a giant dragon and roared out, directly covering the entire street, like a torrent sweeping by.

By the time the dragon had dissipated, the streets were clear, empty except for a few rubbles, and the army of skeletons that had been in a state of limbo had either been reduced to pieces and blown away by the wind, or broken into several pieces and crashed into the houses on either side.

A monster of this level, even if it is a vast army, in front of a master like Pan Long, who is already almost transcendental, it is just a matter of one punch.

A punch swept away the army of skeletons on one side, and Pan Long turned his head to look at the other side.

Skeletons without morale don't fear the strength of their enemies - after all, they don't even have brains, and naturally they don't have the feeling of "fear".

Although almost a fifth of them were cut down with a single sword, the remaining skeleton soldiers quickly regrouped and still rushed over.

Waiting for them was an oncoming dragon-shaped fist wind.

Then the streets were clean on both sides.

Pan Long looked left and right, wondering what monsters would appear next. As a result, he waited and waited, and waited until the end, and what he was waiting for was a support team led by Jackson, the tribune.

"You're here?" he asked, a little surprised, "how fast!"

"We've tried to speed things up as much as we can, because we can't leave you alone. Jackson's somewhat dark face was covered with sweat, but he couldn't hide his sunny smile.

Over the years, he led the local militia and struggled to keep the town of Hamlet afloat. He saw one count after another heir of the earl have ambitious plans to take over the town, only to end miserably in just a few months or even weeks.

If you're lucky, you'll be in disgrace after losing your money. If you're unlucky, you can even lose your life.

He saw two or three of the counts, who were alive and dead. As for the bodyguards, mercenaries, adventurers, and the like who followed these counts, he couldn't count how many died.

This made him more and more pessimistic, and he also felt more and more that there was no hope for Hamlet.

He even felt that the town where he was born and raised had become a monster, a monster that devoured life. One confident successor after another, along with their retinue and men, were devoured by the monster.

And himself, and the townspeople, are accomplices to the monster.

Or...... They're just part of this monster!

He was so pessimistic that he thought about suicide more than once. The only reason for him to persist in surviving was his relatives and the townspeople.

But all the pessimism, after the arrival of the new earl, was greatly improved.

The new earl had no particular interest in riches, nor in the pursuit of the mysteries of eternal life, but the young earl was interested in only one thing, which was to put order in and around Hamlet, gradually eradicate darkness and evil, and restore peace and tranquility to the land.

In the past six months, the Count has done a lot of things, of course, there have been failures, but in general, the effect is obvious.

Today, the town of Hamlet, although still somewhat dilapidated, is at least no longer depressed. The tavern had guests, the chapel was back in operation, and even a hospital was initially established. The Count also said that real experts had been invited to gradually improve facilities such as blacksmiths and training grounds.

And under the exploration of the adventurers who came one after another, the underground ruins that posed a huge threat to the town have gradually been unveiled.

Many terrifying skeletons have been destroyed, and there may still be many left, but as long as they are destroyed, there will always be an end.

Everything is getting better, and life is full of hope again.

Jackson was so delighted that he often wanted to sing a song to express his cheerfulness.

So, when the Count and Pan Long began to build a base of advances, he was the most active person.

As soon as Pan Long set off, he went to the town to gather men. But many adventurers are so drunk that even if they pour cold water on their heads, they can't immediately regain their senses.

He waited patiently for a long time, and it was really like a year. Finally, the team was put in order, and he immediately led the team to set off.

The road was also clean, not even the skeleton soldiers encountered a few, and when they came to the front of the golden stele, they saw from a distance that there was a fence around the stele that emitted a faint white light, like a circle of city walls, enclosing the stele in the middle.

Pan Long, on the other hand, stood outside the fence, relaxed and freehand, looking not like he was wandering through a dangerous underground labyrinth, but as if he was traveling in a scenic spot.

This made him understand more and more about Pan Long's strength, and he was more and more full of confidence.

"Mr. Long. When the adventurers began to busily improve their stronghold according to the pre-agreed plan, he leaned up to Pan Long and said in a low but firm voice, "I now believe that this time we will be able to succeed and destroy all these demons and monsters!"