Hawke, the gnoll, shook off the blood on the weapon in his hand, and the warm liquid stayed on the ground for a few seconds before turning into blood-colored ice crystals, emitting a little light in the sun.

Hawke was a very ordinary gnoll, and like many gnolls, he joined the war for the sake of his own homeland, forming a team with only simple weapons in his hands, and being sent to the city without training.

He knew how powerful the enemies he faced were, the Scandinavian berserkers who could easily kill them, the archers with their sturdy and nimble bodies.

The captain of their team had died from an arrow that had come from nowhere, and Hawke remembered the scene when he died, half-crouching and cautiously observing in front of him.

The surrounding situation has been confirmed several times, and the gnolls in the team also use their sense of smell to explore the surroundings back and forth, making sure that there are no hidden enemies around them before moving on.

Although the effect of smell is very limited because of such bad weather and environment, it is only limited, and it does not mean that it is impossible to use smell to find enemies and obtain information, but the range and accuracy are greatly affected.

Obviously, they were already so cautious, but the enemy's attack came so suddenly, without giving the gnolls a chance to react, a bright light flashed in the sky, and then a blood hole appeared in the head of the tall gnoll captain, and not far in front of him, an arrow made of metal with blood buried deep in the snow.

No one dared to make a loud noise, and no one dared to approach the captain of the gnolls, who had lost his breath of life, and there were only those elves who could shoot such arrows on the battlefield of Upland City.

It has been proven that their so-called reconnaissance, the so-called foolproof, did not have any good effect, the enemy spirit is already within the range of their detection, like they launched an attack, from the angle of the arrow into the ground, the opponent used the projectile technology, can not track the opponent's location at all.

Hidden, hidden, hidden

Without much need, the remaining gnolls quickly searched for a place to hide, behind a broken wall, or in a house that had not collapsed, or opened it and ran into the distance.

Two of the gnolls entered the uncollapsed house, and they entered through the windowless window, and in the dark and gloomy house, there were two faint noises, and then everything returned to calm, as if the two gnolls had never entered.

The other jackal, who had been running into the distance and wanted to get out of the place, had only walked a few hundred meters before suddenly falling to the ground, and at the very heart of him, a still trembling feathered arrow burst out of his body, dripping with a trace of blood from it.

In this way, the five-person gnoll team was left with Hawke, the lucky one hiding behind the broken wall, who carefully supported his body, and did not dare to breathe loudly, so he waited, lurking.

The blizzard was still blowing, and dense snowflakes fell from the sky, and soon Hawke's figure was buried by the snow, becoming one of the smallest snowdrifts in Upland City.

Even though he was surrounded by snow, and the cold breath kept eroding his body, Hawke still persevered, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

Thankfully, the clothes on his body, which were coats sewn from cowhide, plus the original fur and the fat under the fur of the jackal, he could still support him for a long time in such a cold environment.

The most important thing is that he had already eaten just now, it was found in the ruins, I don't know if it was a human or an elf, it seems that it should have been killed by a collapsed building in the battle with the dragon, there is not a single intact bone in the body, and even the head was smashed to pieces.

With such a wreckage, five miserable werewolves shared the food, and there was still a lot left, but based on such an environment, they could only reluctantly throw the leftover food there and let it rot.

It's not that they didn't want to bring these foods with them, but because of such a strange environment, the stench emitted by rotten food would easily attract the attention of the enemies around them.

They are just a group of the most lowly gnolls, no matter what kind of enemy they encounter, they can't fight head-on, and being noticed by the enemy is not much different from boarding an express carriage to the underworld.

The snowflakes in the sky didn't stop, and Hawke the Gnoll had been hiding in the snowdrift for an unknown amount of time, until the crunching sound reached his ears and brought his consciousness back into his body.

It was the sound of a creature stepping on the snow, and the sound was very faint, indicating that the creature was not weighing much, perhaps a human or an elf.

Of course, it is possible for a gnoll, but it is very unlikely, because the gnoll has flesh pads on its limbs, and it is very soft when it walks.

Hawke didn't turn around to observe, even if he couldn't see it with his eyes wide open, the thick snow covered his entire body, including his head, and when he opened his eyes, he must have seen a snow-white white.

The sound was getting closer and closer, judging by the sound, Hawke knew that the person had reached him about five meters away, and he couldn't help but tighten the weapon in his hand, which was a bone knife the size of a palm, the miserable white bone looked extremely fragile, but the sharpened blade could easily cut through human muscle and fat.

It was the best weapon Hawke could find, and of course in the hands of his companions, especially the gnoll captain, but there was a metal weapon that had been scraped from the dead wreckage, and the weapon that shone with a metallic light was a work of art that Hawke had never seen before.

But now, the artwork is not a work of art, and it doesn't have much to do with Hawke, and now it is necessary to pay attention to the enemy who is already very close, maybe when he gets closer, and then closer, it is the moment when Hawke attacks.

Think about it, a pile of snowdrifts everywhere, how many people will pay attention to it, people walking in the ruins of this city, more need to pay attention to the cold arrow that does not know from which corner.

rumble

The sudden explosion came to my ears, maybe it was the casters of both sides fighting, or it could be the dragon breath attack of the red dragon, but whatever the source of this red fame, it created a good opportunity for Hawke.

Isn't it, the sudden explosion will attract the attention of the visitor, this is a normal and unavoidable thing, and the moment the attention is shifted, it is Hawke's best chance to attack, to win with the weak and the strong, and the best chance to survive.

Hawke seized the opportunity with precision, leaping out of the snow, the bone knife in his hand arcing through the air towards the throat of the visitor.

By the time he came back to his senses, the man had fallen limply to the ground, and not far from him was a human clutching his throat and reaching out to the sky to say something.

The struggle was useless, the large arteries in the throat had been cut by sharp bones, and even if he covered it with his hands, the blood still kept flowing out with vitality and strength.

After half a bang, Hawke struggled to get up from the ground, shook the blood from the bone knife, and cautiously walked over to the dead human corpse, taking a closer look.

It was a human child who had not yet reached adulthood, and through his thin body and beard on his face, Hawke made such a judgment, and it was estimated that it was because he was only a child that he was distracted by the sudden explosion just now, and was hit by Hawke.

Are even children already on the battlefield?

Such a thought flashed in Hawke's mind, as a member of the gnolls, it is not a big deal to let children go to the battlefield, it is not an uncommon thing, because in such a cruel place as the battlefield, those who can survive can be called elite.

And the elite, not to mention other places, at least when reproducing, can provide stronger offspring for the entire tribe and contribute to the development of the tribe.

Hawke also knows that among human beings, they are very protective of their underage children, which may be due to the influence of human beings' not too strong reproductive ability, and only careful protection of children can maintain the growth of the entire race.

However, it can also be said from here that the Scandinavians have reached a very dangerous situation, and if it were not for this, they would not have sent their children to the battlefield.

Hawke lay on the ground, leaning low over the child, not disgusted by the filth of the blood, and just crouched on top of the corpse, groping carefully, searching for his booty.

Unfortunately, Hawke's harvest was not very good, and the most valuable thing on the human child's body, apart from his clothes made of the fur of unknown beasts, was a throwing axe that he held tightly in his hand.

It was an axe used by an adult Scandinavian to throw attacks, but in the child's hands, it could only be used as a primary weapon.

That's enough, for Hawke, this weapon made of metal and hardwood is many times better than the bone knife in his hand, at least when he holds this weapon, he has the confidence to fight the enemy hard in battle, instead of always carefully dodging, afraid that the bone knife in his hand will be broken.

Glancing at this delicious food with regret, Hawke left this place without looking back, it was already very good to be able to have these two gains, if he continued to stay here, he didn't know when he would be killed by the hidden elven sentinels.

He chose to move forward in a more complex terrain rather than an empty place, because the previous fellow jackal who was crucified to the ground had already shown with his life that in such an open place, it was a moving target.

In the depths of Upland, no one has entered except the flying troops, and in the past few days, the Athila army has invested at least 30,000 troops into it, but in addition to the continuous increase in casualties, the results obtained are indeed very limited.

It can even be said that there is not much success, and the places captured during the day will be recaptured by the Scandinavians at night, and at night, the flying troops of dragons and thunderbirds will refuse to be dispatched.

There is no good way for the casters to do so, and even if they clean up the entire ruins, the next day the Scandinavians will make a mess of buildings and hinder them.

Obviously, the city wall has been breached, and 80% of the victory has been held in his hands, but only the 20% has become very difficult, and the time and cost are much greater than the previous siege battles.

Of course, these things are not something that Hawke needs to think about anymore, after all, he is just a small soldier who will die at any time in Upland City, and the real problem that needs to be paid attention to is how to survive in this terrifying city.

It's only midday, but Hawke still needs to stay in the city for more than half a day, not because he doesn't want to get out of here, but because no one can leave the city until evening, and those who violate it will have their heads cut off and their relatives in the rear.

The military discipline of the Atila Army is so cruel and strict that there is no room for resistance, especially for low-level soldiers like Hawke, who do not have the value to open the military discipline.

Hawke continued to search, he now had two weapons, and although the chances of winning against the Scandinavian warrior were still very small, they gave him a certain amount of courage to move forward and fight.

As for the garment that had been plucked from the enemy, he had planned to wait until he returned to the camp to exchange it for food to feed his stomach, a piece of clothing that was still in good condition, enough to feed a gnoll.

There is no way, the logistics of the Atila army have always been very tight, and all kinds of materials are within the scope of limited supply, so Famine issued an order that various loot can be exchanged for materials beyond the limited supply at the military quartermaster's office, such as various weapons and ammunition, and food and clothing.

This is actually another way to force his army to go to Upland City for street fighting, if you want to be fed, want to keep warm, and want to survive this war, then there is no other way out except to kill the enemy and get the spoils of war.

Famine, a sweet date that builds a home for the gnolls on the one hand, and a stick that will be killed if they don't fight, makes the gnolls willingly invest in this war, on the battlefield that has turned into a flesh mill and devoured countless lives.

It's like a gambler who always feels like he's able to win.