Now everyone in the cave was very nervous, no one expected that the enemy would find this trick so quickly. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Jamila looked at the cute little champagne dog and quipped, "Patriarch Sefenal, I think it's your dog who has exposed our location." ”

"I don't think so." Serfenael fluttered to his feet and picked up his double-edged axe, "The curse has weakened a bit, and I can still fight." We can't just hide here all the time, kill this small wave of mercenaries who have been wandering here, borrow your horses, and we can escape; If the wizard finds it, it's hard to say. ”

So everyone began to prepare, placing several dwarves on the horses of Mirosławku's guards, and discussing the order of the burrow, this time Serfenal asked to be the vanguard, and he sat behind one of the guards, brandishing his battle axe, and shouted: "Hehe, humans, show you how powerful the Bloodblade dwarves are, I swore I would break the wizard's teeth - but for now, I'll smash the heads of his little minions!" ”

"Drive!" The guard patted the horse's shoulder, and the warm-blooded horse neighed, and rushed out of the cave, and the horses behind followed quickly, forming a long snake formation, overwhelming, Jamila followed, and Lobita behind him clenched his handcuff, and his eyes were fixed on the indomitable dwarf in front of him. Seffenal took the lead, the first out of the cave, the horse kicked its hind hooves, jumped down directly from the mountainside, Seffenal roared frantically and loudly, while throwing the tomahawk towards the enemy, and the poor enemy only heard the sound of the tomahawk tearing the long wind, his head was split in half, the body had not fallen, Sefenaar had already rushed to the front, pulled out the tomahawk, slashed left and right in the crowd, there was no fear at all, in a few seconds, his body was covered with blood and rushed out of the enemy group, and turned his head, Shout to those behind, "Ah, I'll leave the rest to you!" ”

This time, Lobita failed to see blood, Jamila tightened the reins and allowed the pony to bypass the enemy group, and the stunned Lobita turned back and saw the same terrible scene as Serfenale before: the squire in plate armor jumped directly from the horse, pressed the sword into the enemy's helmet and pierced the body of one of the enemies from top to bottom, then grabbed the enemy's musket and shot the enemy next to him, and threw the musket with the short knife in front like a javelin to pierce the chest of an enemy who was about to shoot. As far as the eye can see, there are no more enemies, because all the enemies are killed by the "knights" who pick up them in a matter of seconds. It was the same as the last battle, except that two of the guards were slightly wounded.

Looking at the messy fallen corpses on the ground, and the strings of blood left by the horse's hooves, Lobita didn't react much, but was full of doubts about Jamila's actions: "Lord Jamila, why are you ......?"

Jamila replied lightly: "Out of the obligation to protect minors." ”

As soon as Lobita wanted to refute after hearing this, there was a thunderous noise in his ears like a boulder falling, almost tearing Lobita's eardrums: "Hey, I said you kid, you are really good, and you have taken up all the limelight." That rich old man spent a lot of money to hire you, didn't he?"

The attendant lowered his head and frowned, making it impossible to see his expression, but his clear, sonorous voice contrasted sharply with that of Séfenal: "I have followed my master since I was a child, and it is my duty to protect him. As long as I charge ahead, I must make sure to deal with all possible dangers before my master approaches. ”

"Oh, he's my servant, Felix. He and the other, Catspel, were my strongest bodyguards. But compared to you, it's still out of reach. Seeing that the patriarch was making fun of his servants, Mirosławku stepped forward to relieve the siege.

After the climactic battle, there is a bland of rapid fall. Along the way, there was nothing more eye-piercing except for the dwarven remains that could be found everywhere. And the remains of these compatriots aroused the hatred and anger of Séfenal: "Ah, I have changed my mind now, I will not only break every tooth of that wizard, but I will also draw out his bones and sharpen them into bows and arrows, and then shoot them in the assholes of these human bastards." Along the way, he cursed and foul language, completely ignoring the fact that he was surrounded by human beings.

But the dwarf had added a lot of pleasure to this short, palpitating and uneventful journey—perhaps unpleasantly. He seemed to be restless at all times, and he first "talked business" with Mirosławku: "Look at these blood rocks, all of them are fine iron ore, and those people with sharp beaks begging me to sell them to him, but I won't sell them." You see, when your revolt is complete, let your merchants come and buy these iron ores—especially the veins in our village, which are of great value that you will not find in the world. ”

After Mirosławku gave him a "can be considered" response, he came to Jamila, who was not very good at talking: "This young lady, you have put a lot of effort into protecting your little lover just now, and that equestrian skill is really good." Maybe you really can't see blood, let me tell you, when he entered the cave just now, his hands were still trembling, and his face was so pale that he couldn't move. Maybe he still wants you to hold him when you sleep at night? ”

Jamila's face turned cold suddenly, and without giving Lobita a chance to argue, she took matters into her own hands, she pulled out the staff, and recited the incantation, and the ends of the stick immediately shot out a dazzling light, and formed a magic whisk like a ripple, and broke several of the dwarves' whiskers at once. At the end, he added: "Shut up, or you will end up like those mercenaries." ”

Séfenaar hurriedly covered his beard with both hands, as if he were dealing with his cherished mother's legacy: "Ahh Looks like I've messed with someone I shouldn't be messing with. Please forgive this wizard for my insulting remarks. Your best friend is a brave man, and he carries only a bow and no arrows, which is undoubtedly a very brave move, in my opinion. ”

Listening to Serfenal's teasing, Lobita was also curious about the bow that the old dwarf had given her, and took it to her, and at first glance it was a short bow of poor craftsmanship, the wooden bow was smooth to the touch, and the bowstring connecting the ends seemed to be made of flax rope - but how could such a bowstring produce a suitable elastic force to shoot the bow and arrows? Lobita felt like she was really being put on the hands of the old dwarf. He wanted to re-attach his bow to the short hook of the scabbard on his back, but his arm was slightly bent, and as soon as he raised the bow above his head, the sun's rays shone on the bow, and a line of golden writing was fleeting on the bow.

"What is this?" Lobita put the bow back in the right place, and on one side of the bow there was indeed a line of letters, which seemed to be the script of the ancient Praellier Empire, perhaps the elven script, and the glyphs and gestures showed the characteristics of the ancient Lyra script, as if it was written by a craftsman in ancient times.

“ronae。 It means elven word for calm. Jamila turned around and explained to Lobita in a serious manner.

"Really? So what is the meaning of this word engraved here? Lobita tweltered the line of swarthy letters with her fingers, figuring out the implications.

What can you expect this to mean? You see, the elves are all self-conscious and innocent moans. When I was younger, I used to go to the north - you know, the elves are there

Cities were built in the cold forests and valleys, and the times changed. Because of their long lifespans, they always thought that they could see through the trajectory of other species, so they wrote a long and boring epic called Helotia. After reading some of them, I asked the historian, 'Why is this all the history of elves, humans, and dwarves?' Why aren't the other races mentioned in it? 'Guess what the historian said—" Séfenal said as he pinched his throat and said to the historian in a comical way, "'Why, is it true that these inferior creatures are recorded in our epics?'" Will you tell the history of these inferior creatures in a wonderful and colorful language? Will we draw their ugly faces on our precious parchment? 'Oh my gosh, look at their arrogance. The dwarf laughed and looked at Lobita, only to see that Lobita didn't seem to have a smile on her face.

"I mean, you're not still thinking about what you just happened, are you?" The dwarf rubbed his head, as if he felt that his words had caused the boy terrible harm.

"No, I just wonder if our city will be like this again when we revolt." Lobita pointed to the corpses scattered all over the place, "Patriarch, are you no longer deploring the tragic death of your compatriots so soon?" ”

"Appropriate sadness can indicate the depth of feelings, but excessive sadness can prove a lack of wisdom. I curse that I can't kill those evil seeds, only the revenge of the sword can soothe the sorrow of the undead of our loved ones - we have always been like this. Selfenal seems to be very proud of their innate values.

"I hate people who talk a lot." Jamila muttered quietly.

When Serfenael was silent, everything seemed to fall silent, and the blood rocks that could be seen everywhere around him were not alive because of their fiery colors, and the sparse bushes were stuck in the gaps between the blood rocks like wheat seedlings, and they were dead and clearly visible.

"Lord Jamila, we'd better be careful, it's so wrong. There were so many enemies, but now they are all gone. Mirosławku clapped his horse forward and said to Jamila.

So the cavalry was formed into a double formation from the original column, with the 'knights' on the left near the mountain wall armed with short knives, ready to meet the enemy who might rush out at any time, and the riders in the back seat near the cliff on the right were armed with muskets to respond. Lobita was also one of the gunmen, and his superb marksmanship was recognized by Jamila and others.

In this way, the "outlaws" nervously turned every turn, and marched slowly and forward-looking along the way down the mountain, lest the slightest omission could lead to the annihilation of the army.

After about a few dozen minutes, a blood-bladed dwarf finally couldn't hold it back: "I said, why are we so cowardly, can't we just rush down the mountain in one go?" If we had just done this, we would have already joined your brother in Tin Nickel Town! ”

He seemed to think that what he had said was reasonable, and when he had finished speaking, he stroked his beard, which was like a tangled tree root, when suddenly he felt unstable, and looked behind him, and found that the horse under him had two daggers stuck in its belly! He fell off a cliff in astonishment and despair, but fortunately he saw his killer before he died.

"The enemy is hanging on the cliff! Shoot! Lobita was the first to react, and hurriedly raised the clumsy flintlock pistol and shot at the bottom of the cliff, but with the sound of a gunshot, he was speechless in surprise - the cliff was densely packed with countless mercenaries, who came and went freely between the cliffs with the help of special equipment, and no less than a team of mercenaries was staring at Lobita.

"Run!" Jamila slapped the horse on the back, and the pony sped off in despair, and the others behind him quickly followed. In fact, if the enemy concentrates his forces and sets up a heavy ambush, the plan to rush down the mountain will only be ruined by the heavy losses of his own family, and Jamila's idea is to rely on a steady and steady attack to disintegrate the layers of ambushes like a slow simmer, even if this is not a good method, but it is still more feasible in comparison. But the location where the enemy is ambushed is really difficult to guess, and it is not possible to run or defend now, which can be described as a dilemma.

The crowd hurried down the hill wall, gunfire continued along the way, and soon, one of the guards behind Mirosławku snorted, turned over and fell off his horse, and was beheaded with a sharp axe by the mercenaries who chased after him. The hooves of another horse, which was beside Lobita, were cut off with a short knife by the mercenaries who had come up from the cliff, and the horse fell into the cliff with both of them. As soon as Lobita had just loaded her ammunition, she hurriedly shot it, breaking the mercenary's hand, and the mercenary also fell off the cliff and became a funeral object.

Jamila kept the pony walking along the edge of the cliff as much as she could, with her hooves on the edge of the cliff, occasionally stepping loose rocks off the cliff like crumbs from breaking a gin in half. Accompanied by a staff that was harder than an iron rod, Jamila swept the staff against the cliff wall without mercy, and with the powerful vector power of the galloping horse, the mercenaries hanging on the cliff fell to the bottom like peeling patina.

"I say! We can't do this, wizard, help us with your spells, or we'll have to flee to the mountains!" Serfenal said to Jamila, who was running ahead.

Jamila ignored him, and continued to clear the enemies hanging on the edge of the cliff, they were like spiders hanging on a grid, firmly attached to it, as if they would never be willing to come down until the webs were completely burned, and this was not their home.

Lobita reloaded another round of ammunition, and he hurriedly turned and raised his musket high over his shoulder, aiming it at the head of a mercenary, and the next second, the mercenary's head burst open like a watermelon ripened in summer. "Oh no!" It reminded him of the time when his father had taken him to hunt in the Lushi Forest as a child—even though it was a small forest and he used a heavy, old-fashioned musket, it still brought him a lot of fun in his childhood, and the fat Kali birds and the white-tailed eagles characteristic of Dumar were the objects of his hunting, which were not particularly sensitive, especially not

Scared of people, oh damn it! They won't come and take your gun out of their hands - from a corner of the mountain wall on the left, perhaps somewhere where where the fault meets, a dagger flies out and plunges directly into the wooden body of the musket, carrying the musket into the cliff like a passing seagull picking up a fish in the water. Lobita cursed, took the handcuff out of her bosom, and stared at the rocky mountain wall, just as he had stared at the Kali bird on the branches.

"There are enemies on the left side too!" Selfenal shouted hoarsely, his double-edged axe already stained with blood, a few drops of blood dripping from his long beard stained like stars, and all the other gunmen fired a volley of enemies that suddenly appeared in the mountain wall, and there were a few more corpses between the mountain walls, but more enemies kept running out of the caves and rocks of the mountain wall like spiders slowly approaching their prey.

Just as Lobita was about to change ammunition, Jamila snatched his handcuff and shook it hard, knocking down a mercenary who was about to climb the cliff: "That's enough, you take out your short bow and do as I say." Fast! Lobita hurriedly pulled out the short bow—

The bow of inreality without arrows.

"Rip that linen bowstring off!" Lobita hurriedly tugged at the seemingly sturdy bowstring, which broke with a muffled sound.

"Silent recitation of ronae in my heart. Point your bow at the enemy and shoot arrows, quick! Lobita did as Jamila said, repeating the elven language in her mind, and found that all the bushes and leaves in her sight had turned into sharp arrows, which, of course, were only visions of what he had seen, and bright green arrows hung on the branches of the bushes, as if to tempt Lobita to come and take them. He aimed his bow at the dozen or so enemies behind him who had climbed the cliff and were about to pursue, and pulled the non-existent bowstring to shoot arrows - the wind suddenly rose, and the bush leaves were miraculously "blown off", so calm that nothing seemed to happen.

Immediately afterward, all the enemies around him had an additional bowl-sized wound on their chests, piercing their chests and backs, and they looked down at their chests as if they were in disbelief, and saw only a hollow. Their corpses strewn across the wilderness, and the leaves of the bushes fell to the ground at this moment.

One of the dwarves closed his mouth in shock, and his beard was also deformed by the wrinkle of his chin: "Wow! Do you use magic too, lad? ”

"The enemy seems to be at least a few hundred people, oh hell, how the same as during the last siege of the castle. Where did so many enemies come from! Lobita, who was still unsatisfied, felt a sense of powerlessness as she looked at the enemies who had swarmed up again.

Along the way, several more horses were no longer in the ranks, and most of the rest were wounded, especially Séfenal, who was hit by two arrows in the back and had a dagger deep in his left arm, and although he was still conscious, he was almost incapacitated.

At this moment, a roaring sound gradually came into my ears, and it became louder and louder, and gradually it was as big as a boulder bursting through the eardrums, and the sound vibrated the roof tiles. It's the sound of a waterfall.

"Hold me!" Jamila said.

Lobita suspected that she had misheard: "What? Then his hand was grasped by several slender and slightly warm fingers, and he was forced to pull it to the belt around Jamila's waist: "Hold on! Lobita felt his whole body vacate, and to his left was a rumbling waterfall, many drops of water splashing on his face, and on his neck, washing away some blood and some exhaustion. The loud sound and weightlessness cleared the tension from his mind.

When they landed, they jumped over the cliff, and the horses behind them also jumped over the cliff. When Serfenal leaped over, he said in a very cheerful tone: "Ah, we are saved! The mountain on this side of the cliff is in the shape of an inverted tower, those mountain monkeys can't climb up at all, and the rock wall on the left side is also bare, we just need to rush down in one breath and kill all the roadblockers! ”

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. On the way down, Mirosławku and Séfenaar began to count their losses.

"Oh, Vali, Chili, Sock, they're all dead! The only one who escaped with me was Brother Mad. Serfenale lamented, as if all the joy had vanished.

"Wait, Felix, where is he?" Mirosław discovered that his closest guards were not among them.

"Felix? Do you mean that good guy - he really wants to be at the back of our line, wait, he won't ......"

At this time, on this side of the cliff, Felix, who was alone, was surrounded by several enemies, he raised his long sword in front of him, and whispered: "As long as I am behind, I will ensure that the master withdraws safely!" ”

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