The moon in the sky was round and round, and the spiders on the earth were densely packed - Abu.

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When the mellow jade plate rose into the sky, the tiger spirits on the wall of the urn city were armed with bows and arrows and stone knives, all of them looking at death as if they were facing a mountain of piercing bones and burning into a sea of fire.

Tonight, the moon is as bright as a light bulb, and there is no dim vision on the earth.

So everyone can see that the vast open space outside the Goliath Gap has been covered with a layer of earthy yellow "carpet".

"This is sour......" Richard was patrolling back and forth with a telescope tube, his arms covered with dense goosebumps, and cold hairs standing in the wind.

Of course, he could clearly see that the yellow layer was not a carpet at all, but a visual illusion produced by an incalculable number of sand spiders spreading across the plains.

"According to the most conservative estimates, the number must have exceeded 10,000. Bernard looked calm on the surface, but a pair of large hands clenched the hilt of the sword from time to time and released in vain, leaving wet sweat stains that had already exposed his heart.

"Why don't we run," Nehru was afraid of being beaten, and usually didn't dare to talk nonsense in front of Richard, but today is a special situation and I can't help it.

"Run, where are you going?" the lord spread his hands helplessly, "My dear Lord Nehru, please make it clear to me, until we find the next habitat, we can only live and die with the forest behind us, because you and I obviously don't have the ability to eat sand spiders to survive!"

Richard didn't really want to fight, but he didn't have a choice—it was easy to take someone away, but if the Goliath gap was lost, the Great Forest of Twilight might really be "Twilight".

After all, the hundreds of people in the high mountain fort still have to live here, so they have to take on the responsibility of guarding.

"Alas. Nehru sighed, hesitated, and pulled a dozen tanned skins out of the pocket of his trousers.

"What is this. Richard felt that there were elemental fluctuations on those skins, which had been covered by Nehru's close-fitting before, and it was difficult to hide them once they were taken out.

"Witchcraft scrolls. ”

Not long ago, when Buckland disposed of the dragon remains of Thutmose, he cleaned up a lot of tattered dragon skins that no one wanted.

It was too small and too small to be useful to others, but to a shaman, it was a treasure that no amount of money could buy.

He quietly collected it while people were not paying attention, and added the stolen dragon blood to stay up late at night to make one witchcraft scroll after another, which was originally intended to be used when he escaped from the mountain fort and ran to freedom.

Unexpectedly, when he was ready to act, he was brought to an unheard of new world by the hateful and brutal lord, and his hopes for freedom were completely dashed. Now that his life is in danger, he can only contribute these treasures to endure the pain, after all, if his life is gone, there is really nothing!

Richard patted his dog's head approvingly, "It's good to start a side hustle and take the initiative to pay the job." ”

Nehru's voice sounded like it was squeezed out of his throat, like a cuckoo crying blood, and the listener was sad and the listener wept: "It should be." ”

As if receiving a signal, the "carpet" outside the Goliath gap suddenly moved. When it crosses the boundary of the stone wall and pours in through a narrow gap, it is like a flood pouring down from a bank embankment, carrying endless anger and spreading in all directions.

"They're coming!" Vera's voice trembled visibly.

Fear of insects is the nature of most women, especially spiders, especially spiders who are so huge, especially the sea of spiders that are so huge and so boundless. After today, Vera's fear of bugs is likely to be forcibly cured directly by the overdose.

"I saw it. Richard snapped his fingers, and the warriors of the Alpine Fort, who had been still playing, immediately fell silent, fastened their masks, clenched their weapons, and waited coldly for the sand spiders to flood into the gap, over the clearing, and climb the wall.

In an instant, countless bowstrings trembled together, and the arrows were so dense that they seemed to be a heavy rain coming on, how could they dodge. When it landed on the ground, the sound of entering the flesh was endless, and countless sand spiders suddenly turned into dead corpses and fell from mid-air to the sky.

They don't fall to the ground, as there are more of the same kind underneath them. The fragile shell could not resist the violent collision, shattering like an egg, flowing out a viscous turquoise body fluid.

But after all, this can't stop more sand spiders like a tide, and the eight arthropods are extremely fast and abnormal, surrounded on all sides and ready to attack!

Gaoshan Fort and Tiger Spirit each occupy a section of the city wall, and they are also facing a staggering number of targets, and the gap between the regular army and the civilian armed forces is suddenly exposed - after all, the soldiers of Gaoshan Fort have seen a big scene, and they know that today is not a good stubble, it must be a protracted and bitter battle.

Hard-fought races like centaurs and highland barbarians have far longer endurance than ordinary humans. But after all, it is not a perpetual motion machine, and such a thing as fighting until dawn only exists in legends, and it is absolutely impossible in reality.

So they immediately closed their formation, covered each other with the help of the terrain to ensure that they could take turns to rest, and played in a very organized and rhythmic manner.

Tiger Spirits are far worse in comparison, their bravery is beyond doubt, but they obviously lack the experience of unified command in large-scale battles, and they rely more on blood and blood to fight.

Richard wielded his heavy sword, and there was a continuous whining sound in the air around him, and one sand spider after another was torn apart in an instant, and the broken limbs flew into the air.

He was leading the Ripper slowly in the direction of the Tiger Spirit, after all, even if his performance was unsatisfactory, he was the only remaining ally. Richard didn't want to see them finish so quickly that they would have to fight alone in the second half of the race.

As the distance between the mountain fort and the tiger spirit gradually approached, the barbarian warrior with sharp axes and strong armor was like a grinding stone, crushing the sand spider in the middle little by little.

Nehru also took the opportunity to throw two witchcraft scrolls outside the city walls, and his lips twitched in distress. With a violent explosion, in the middle of the wave of sand spiders, two long-lasting bonfire road signs were lit.

The arrows of the Tiger Spirit and the Centaur have almost no chance of missing when the target is crowded with vision. Their arrows are enough to make the average human archer die of shame, and almost all of them can hit the sand spider's back in the center so that they can clear the field as soon as possible.

Even the skinniest of the Sgars, who are inevitably inferior to the unmountable dragon on the city walls, can wield a small scimitar and disembowel a sand spider.

They roared and fought, and the sand spiders were in front of them, but the dogs!

But all this, in the face of the huge number, does not seem to be enough!

Richard couldn't help but start envious of the magician, at this time, if a powerful magic smashed down, the audience was silent, how chic and majestic it would be.

Compared to the sand spider's fragile defenses, his attack power was obviously overflowing, but he had no choice but to slash through it with one sword. The lord suddenly realized a reality - relatively speaking, large-scale low-quality miscellaneous soldiers are more restrained, because no matter how weak the opponent is, he has to swing his sword at least once, which will definitely cause a large number of invalid outputs.

The sand spider undoubtedly fits perfectly with the concept of "a lot of low quality", so Richard is very depressed, and always feels that he can't use all his strength. was stunned by the huge number of seas, dragging on for a moment without stopping.