At one end of the Messiah South Bridge, the soldiers who rushed out of the city to fight at this time were already surrounded by demonic beasts, and there were less than twenty soldiers forming a phalanx.

"Lord Xella, the phalanx is about to be breached, and if we don't retreat, we will soon be torn apart by this group of brutes!" A soldier came to the lord's side from one end of the phalanx, covered in blood.

The female lord looked at the soldiers around her, and the expression on her face was already exhausted. She looked at the hand holding the sword, which was stained with blood and made her lose control of it.

"Give a signal for the men on the walls to cover our retreat, and order the second echelon to prepare to take over the attack. The lord of Xela stretched out his left hand and clenched the sword in his hand, and walked to the front of the phalanx.

"All retreat!"

"Urda, the human soldiers have retreated, aren't they still in pursuit?" said the orc with the great axe to the wide black robe.

As soon as the orc's words fell, a hoarse and ugly voice came from the low black robe: "Our purpose is not to attack the city, he should find out the situation in the city during this time, as long as he succeeds, we will retreat." ”

"Yes. ”

The orc with the giant axe slashed the axe on the ground, cutting a deep ditch, and he was ordered not to shoot by warlike nature, and he could only obey obediently. He looked behind him, and there was a small altar standing somewhere. There were several tall cages nearby, and there were quite a few humans chained inside.

Some of the people in the cage kept crying, wailing, screaming, and asking for help from the soldiers they saw in sight, but it was of no avail. Watching the soldiers gradually retreat, many of them with a bit of longing in their eyes gradually lost their eyes, like a log nailed to the ground, looking motionless ahead.

Then the people in the cage walked towards them step by step, looking at Roshan, who was holding a giant axe with many scars on his face. Pausing in front of the cage, he kept scanning the humans in the cage with his brown eyes, and those who were sluggish were no longer afraid to look at him, but some of the people who had just been caught immediately lowered their heads. Then he turned to look at the orc sorcerer on the altar.

(Beast Language)

A young man looked at the people around him with blank expressions and asked, "What is he talking about? Can anyone tell me?"

He kept asking questions of the sluggish people, but none of them answered him. He looked at the old woman closest to him, who looked like she had been caught early.

The young man shook the old woman and asked again, "What did this guy say, what does he want to do to us?"

"It doesn't matter anymore. "There is only one outcome for everyone here. After the old woman finished speaking, she looked at the skeleton shelf next to her with her dull eyes.

The young man stepped back, but he stumbled into something, and when he turned his head, he saw a strong man half a head taller than him, and extremely burly man, looking down at him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ......" Before the young man could finish speaking, the strong man had already raised his head, and the despair in his eyes made the young man see clearly.

The young man followed the strong man's gaze towards the altar, the orc in a strange robe, who sometime made a horn, and then he used the horn to pierce the human corpse on the ground next to him, and the bright red plasma of the corpse that had not yet dried up flowed down the wound into the horn.

The orc in the strange robe just put the end of the horn to his lips.

"Woo~"

The blood in the horn boiled, and as the blood gradually dissipated, the heavy horn whined sounded, and those manic demonic beasts suddenly fell silent. But the irritability and madness in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

The offensive of the demonic beast weakened, and the pressure on the retreating soldiers was suddenly greatly reduced.

"Lord Xela, what's the matter with these brutes, why did they stop attacking?" a soldier asked suspiciously, looking at the lord next to him.

"See the orc warlocks at the altar in the distance? Lord Shera said slowly, stepping back.

"Listen to my orders and retreat at full speed!"

"Lord Shela, but what about the peasants over there?" asked one of the soldiers, looking at Lord Shela.

"There will always be a way to save it, retreat first. ”

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The Missah, the Mudstream Harbor, is the largest port in this free city-state, and stands a lighthouse with a height of 120 meters. But the beacon's navigation lights haven't been lit up for a long time.

The lighthouse, which is as old as the city-state, is built in a circular shape with prisons inside. Now the lighthouse's sole purpose is to hold prisoners.

A scantily clad woman, in this sensitive period, came here with all kinds of amorous feelings.

"It seems that this is it, after coming in for so long, I finally found it. ”

When the guards under the lighthouse saw someone approaching, they quickly became vigilant and shouted loudly to the woman, "Who is it?"

Before the two guards in iron armor could see the face of the approaching woman, they smelled a strange fragrance of flowers in advance, and then immediately collapsed and lost consciousness.

The woman smiled slightly, and walked in so unscrupulously.

Standing at the bottom of the lighthouse, she looked up the stairs and was flanked by cells.

"That guy should be locked up on the highest floor, right? It's really troublesome, and the old lady has to run again. ”

"Ding Ding Ding ~" The alarm bell in the lighthouse sounded quickly.

"There is an enemy attack, everyone is on alert. ”

Soon after the woman walked in, the soldiers inside soon gathered and kept pouring towards her. But all the soldiers fell down strangely and automatically when they were ten meters away from the woman, without exception.

"Hehe, it really saved me a lot of trouble!" Looking at the soldiers who fell at her feet, the woman kicked and saw that they did not react, and continued to walk forward.

"Blessed are those who do not listen to the counsel of the wicked, who do not follow in the footsteps of sinners, and who do not associate with those who insult God. We should be like fruit trees planted by the brooks, blooming according to the seasons, bearing fruit according to the seasons, and withering with the wind according to the seasons until the last moment of life. So we don't have to worry about what to eat, what to wear, what to drink, and the end result is the same, we can't avoid the inevitable death. We don't have to worry about tomorrow, because tomorrow is free tomorrow's sorrows, all the difficulties are enough to worry about today, so why worry about tomorrow......."

"Bang Bang Bang"

A round of applause rang out with footsteps, and the man in prison put down the Old Testament in his hand and looked up.

"It's not the best I've ever written, but it's the best I've ever written. ”

"Maybe you should be a bard, not a warlock. The woman's voice sounded very charming, and people felt like they couldn't stop listening to it.

"If you're not here to listen to me, then I don't think I'll be able to help much, ma'am, what do you think?" a deep, deep voice echoed again on the other side of the cell.

The woman looked through the window in the cell door, and the book was placed on a stone platform called a bed. The cover of the book is crookedly written with the words "Old Testament".

"How long do you have to finish that book, I'm more interested in what it says than you do. The woman's eyes looked at the short figure next to her in the black robe.

"Of course, the stuff in books is more attractive than a dwarf, isn't it?" "Ma'am, what are you doing here? If you're here to persuade me to flee, then excuse me, because I don't want you to spend too much saliva." A short figure in a shabby, dirty black robe looked into the eyes above the hole in the cell door and window.

"I love your eyes, I think it's the prettiest thing about you. The diminutive figure picked up the book next to him again and began to write with a quill.

"If you see the rest of my body, you don't want to say that. "Well, do you want to see it?" the woman's seductive voice sounded again.

"It's an honor, but I'm not hungry, even a dwarf. "Also, don't try to trick me out of this door. ”

"It's a pity that the principle has never worked only for prostitutes. What a sad answer. The woman's voice rang out again, but this time she didn't get a conversation from the dwarf.

"Have you heard the story of the dwarven beast trainer?" the woman looked through the window again.

"I had the pleasure of seeing a circus in my hometown where there was an animal trainer who was a little man. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean you, he's a dwarf and you're a dwarf, but I don't think there's any difference between the two, you're not tall, are you?" said the woman, looking at the inside of the cell.

"The dwarf was a slave bought by the circus master, and he could do nothing but do dirty work, until one day, one of the circus trainers died in an accident under the paws of a lion he had tamed. After this news broke, the head of this circus never recruited any animal trainers, after all, no one wants to die under the claws of a lion, does he?"

"The circus without an animal trainer gradually became less and less because the beast could not be tamed, and with it, the income of their circus gradually declined. When the circus was no longer able to maintain its expenses, the head of the circus decided to use the last of the gold to recruit an animal trainer, but he did not find it for a day. In the end, he reluctantly returned to the circus, and sat down on the chair tiredly. “

Then the dwarf came to the circus master with a glass of water, and the circus master glanced at the dwarf as he picked up the glass, and suddenly he seemed to have found something, and then he became ecstatic. ”