"Stop, hurry, don't retreat, what about those prisoners of war and slave soldiers? Anyway, those people are not sorry to die, let them go up, hurry!" In the center of the fortress, a bald and shiny one-eyed general in blue and black armor was shouting at the sword in his hand, and at first glance this person looked a little like "Tyrannosaurus Rex" Baal.

"General, those monsters are too evil to stop, our weapons will all turn into ice when they touch them, and the shells are useless!"

"Fuck me nonsense, give it to me!By the way, hurry up and notify the Earl immediately, there is a demon invasion!"

Standing in the chaotic corridor of the Nexus, the one-eyed general named Niagara, the kingdom's lieutenant general, known as the "one-eyed tyrannosaurus", has been the commander of this frontier fortress for many years.

At this time, among the more than 600 defenders in this fortress, except for more than 100 elites, the others were slaves in the field crystal mine and prisoners of war who had just been captured in the last war.

Since the weather outside was impossible to survive, and the fortress was supplied by the Field Crystal Mine, Harant sent them here without fear of mutiny. In other words, these prisoners of war and slaves were nothing more than cannon fodder in case of accidents.

And as those who were born slaves or were unfortunately captured, they were willing to take this risk, not only to gain freedom and glory by joining the army, but also to embark on the road to prosperity as a result.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, and instead of steel balls and shrapnel flying out from the rolling waves of fire, countless shattered ice crystals tossed the ground and knocked a group of people and others on the same watchtower to the ground.

"Crazy you Doug, do you want to send us together to meet the goddess?" the bearded Loafs yelled as he was tossed over by a wave of air against the battlement wall.

The terrifying figure flickered with the wind, and the cold light instantly ruthlessly shattered the body of the young gunner named Doug, who had just turned sixteen yesterday. At the last moment of his life, this slave boy who had been mining here with his father and younger brother since he was a child finally bloomed the most dazzling crimson blood flower in the wind.

"Doug!ah!"

After his brother's tragic death, a few traces of blood red that had solidified crossed his cheeks with the biting cold wind, and as soon as he picked up the torch in his hand and rushed out, he was grabbed by the back of his neck and thrown behind him by the collar on the side.

"You guys get out of here, I'll hold it off!" said the young lieutenant named Span, leaning slightly and holding his sword in both hands.

"What are you kidding, you have to go together, you have to stay together, the six of us can't kill it?"

A pair of large, calloused hands gripped the spear, the wooden shaft of which had broken countless times, but the sharp head had never broken. The veteran Röhm strode over to Span, glaring at two big eyes and gulping for air.

"It's not six, it's, it's seven!"

Drawing the short sword at his waist, the anger of Russ, a young gunner under the age of fifteen, had already swallowed up fear, and his eyes were bloodshot in the firelight, and his eyes seemed to be about to pop out.

It may have all been targeted at the fortress built on the hill below, and for a short time, the watchtower was not attacked again.

The gunfire on the lower two floors had stopped, and the dozen or so soldiers guarding there had probably fled.

"Okay, slaughter this thing for me, and we'll leave. On the top of this watchtower, a layer of fierce fighting spirit suddenly erupted from Span's side, and he shouted fiercely, and a sword slashed out, and he was killed by the four-armed monster.

The unknown strange man who had never seen it before had a sharp sword blade sticking out of the front two arms from between the wrist carapace, and the back two arms were dark blue spiral thorns drilled forward from the fist carapace, strange and fast, and the moves were all straight to the point, without a trace of pity or hesitation.

"Haha, some hit, Rom, as before, I'll tease it, you saw the stitches and picked this beast!" Seeing that Spann was not left behind, the bearded veteran Loehus also became confident, and raised his wide-mouth fire gun to aim at the target as he spoke.

"Oh, no problem, old man, pick it!" Rohm shouted, and with a flick of his spear he rushed forward.

At a young age, he joined a small mercenary group with Loeves, and later joined the Josim family. The two fellows have always taken care of each other and cooperated tacitly, although they have not made any great achievements, but at least they have survived, and they are still alive.

The top floor of this watchtower is an open-air platform with two light magic cannons, except for the one that has been set alight, and the space is not very large. Everyone didn't rush up, so they couldn't do it at all, not to mention it, and it was easier to be quickly wiped out by the other party.

Link, the fire mage, and Loeves, the bearded veteran, have been intently looking for an opportunity, while the black giant Clough and the longbowman Apan have been quietly stomping the wall to prevent monsters from sneaking up.

The only people who fought the strange man hand-to-hand were the leader of the squad, Span, the veteran of the spearspear, Rom, and the mad young artilleryman Russ.

"Rom!" Loughs fired a shot from a shout, and as the bullet approached the monster's left eye, it suddenly turned into ice crystal fragments and scattered in the wind.

But at the same time, the comprehension of Rom's spear stabbed out, but just as the sharp blade was about to stab the strange man's throat, with a gust of wind flying, the spearhead of the spear in Rom's hand instantly turned into cold ice and shattered, and the sword that the strange man had already drawn in the crystal ice chips flying was slashing in front of the old soldier.

Red light burst out, and half a human head flew diagonally above Leves's head. As the spear that had accompanied him for many years shattered, the "humble" life of this ordinary veteran named Rom also passed with the wind......

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"Hey, there's no other place?"

"No, who told us to be late, just a spearman and a gunner. ”

"Yes, one before and one after, this is not bad, I take the spear, you carry the gun, our brothers and sons are decided. ”

"That's not good, what era is it, the spear is not only facing those cavalry who come and go like the wind, but also the rain of bullets and even mecha chariots on the opposite side, and when you go out, you are basically cannon fodder, my old iron of Lofs. You still have a wife and children, or I'm the commander of the light pole who runs fast enough. ”

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As his long-time best friend was slain in one blow, and as the images of his passing life flashed in front of him, Loughes opened his mouth wide to scream but couldn't make a sound. Desperately pulled the trigger, but the wide-mouthed firearm that had followed him since he joined the army seemed to be frozen, and it just couldn't shoot a projectile.

Until a miserable scream "woke up" the old soldier in the blink of an eye, only to see the two swords cross and press Span's long sword at the same time as the other two arms of the strange man came out, with another burst of ice chips scattered, in the blink of an eye, the young Lass who had already been pierced in his body had been pierced into three holes, and the short sword had already turned into broken ice and flying debris but still pounced on him into a honeycomb, picked it up and threw it into the burning fire behind him.

An arrow shot out but still failed to save Russ's longbowman Apan flew out another arrow in the blink of an eye, and at the same time a black wind roared, like a black bear, the black giant man Clough opened his arms and pounced on the strange man with a roar of rage!

"Drink!" The fierce wind around Span, who was screaming loudly, flew out, and the fierce fighting spirit burst out, and at the same time, he suddenly shook off the two swords and stabbed out with a sword, but the tip of the sword turned into ice after touching the carapace of the opponent's heart, and shattered into ice chips with the wind.

At the same time, a black shadow swept in with the evil wind, and two cold rays of light stabbed out obliquely, piercing the palms of the black giant Clough!

There was no fear or flinching. Riding the tide, Clough's big hands were holding the strange man's hands and bursting out with a roar, turning into a black bear like a hill!

The bear kicked out, and the strange man's arms were torn apart and he let out a shrill hiss and smashed headlong into the fire......