Before the words fell, many giant thorns suddenly appeared on the text barrier, and in an instant, they once again disrupted the pace of the attack of the ghoul army.

Then, he saw that the blue tendons on the forehead of the writing department were bursting up, and he struggled to control the text barrier on the city wall, slowly erecting it, while the pierced ghouls hung on it, unable to break free.

The ghouls at the rear of the army of ghouls had not been able to rush forward when they saw a wall full of companions collapsing towards them.

At this time, it was too late to retreat, only to hear a "boom", and the text barrier smashed down, slapping the ghouls who rushed in front of him.

One stab and one fall and one smash, so that the vanguard of the ghoul army that was about to rush to the head of the city suffered heavy losses in an instant!

For a while, the army of ghouls fell into chaos, the front couldn't get up, piled up into a mountain, and the back wanted to rush, but couldn't rush through, and in the end it could only be more and more, more and more chaotic, which actually made the entire army stop the pace of attack.

The city lord and the city guards on the city wall, who were still boiling with blood and looking at death just now, thought of the army of ghouls like hungry ghosts in hell, rushing towards them with their teeth and claws, and they couldn't help but have a feeling of the aftermath of the catastrophe, their tense nerves relaxed slightly, and a trace of fear arose in their hearts.

At this time, the writing department was panting heavily, and beads of sweat the size of beans were rolling down from his forehead, which showed how huge the previous blow had consumed him.

However, the writing department did not relax, and while writing on the text scroll, he spoke: "The weakness of the crowd tactics used by the other party is that it is afraid of a fault in the attack, from now on, I will continue to pass through the text barrier, cut their formations, and leave the ghouls who are put in to you." ”

"Little friend of the Writing Department......" The city lord looked at the poor state of the Writing Department, and stepped forward to dissuade him, "You can rest and rest first......

However, before he finished speaking, the text department retorted: "Impossible, if I rest, you can't hold it, don't worry, as the only one in Fengjin Town who can make a move at this time, I will definitely hold on to the last moment!"

"Hey, Boss Wen, what do you mean by the only one, I'm going to fight too!" Ling Fei on the side said with some dissatisfaction after hearing the words of the Writing Department.

"Can you, can you control the rampage?" the text section asked, "You are becoming more and more unstable now, you can beat yourself into a rampage if you beat others, on this battlefield, once there is an accident, not only your companions will be implicated, but someone must control you. ”

"But I'm ......" After Ling Fei heard this, he still wanted to refute something, but when he thought that the Writing Department did not intend to let the secret of the Bloody Hand predecessor be made public, for a while, he was speechless, and he could only regret his incompetence at this time.

The good brother is working the front line, but he can't do anything, and he may even cause trouble, and a sense of powerlessness invades Ling Fei's heart.

"Okay...... I see......" Ling Fei replied with a disappointed expression, then turned around and sat down in a corner, saying no more.

Seeing this, the Writing Department stepped forward and said: "Ling Fei, if you can, find a way to master the power of the rampage as soon as possible, you have also seen that the disaster of five hundred years of reincarnation has arrived, and future wars are indispensable...... I need your help. ”

Ling Fei nodded and replied, "Don't worry, I understand." ”

What neither of them noticed was that in the eyes of the city lord on the side, there was a trace of sadness, he silently held a sharp blade, and walked down the city wall with the city guards of Fengjin Town, and walked towards the city gate.

On the city wall, the writing department was alone, and he stared at the army of ghouls under the city who had adjusted their pace and attacked again, as if waiting for something......

With a stroke of the pen, a word barrier rose from the middle of the army of ghouls, splitting it into two parts.

The rear troops were blocked, constantly attacking the text barrier, and the ghouls who were put in front were fighting with the Fengjin Town City Guards.

After all, the ghouls are still only cannon fodder-level troops, and they mainly rely on numbers to win, but in the game where they don't have much advantage in numbers, and they are still under the attack of the city lord of Fengjin Town and the captain of the city guard, Xuan Lei, they seem so vulnerable.

The city guard won the first battle without losing a single soldier, and the text department saw that this method was available, so after the text barrier was broken, another text barrier was raised, and the ghouls were put in a little.

This cycle has been repeated several times, and everyone in the city and under the city has found the rhythm of defense, and it is more convenient to deal with it, and after resisting an unknown number of attacks, the ghost clan ...... Finally withdraw!

After the city guards returned to the city and closed the city gate, everyone dragged their tired bodies to the city wall, although they successfully resisted the attack of the ghost clan for a day, but everyone was not happy.

Today is only the first day, I am already so tired, I am afraid that the ghost clan will attack at night, and I don't dare to sleep to death when I am resting, if it goes on like this, even if it is an iron body, it will not last a few days.

Moreover, Fengjin Town's troops were not many, and all the staff were a little reluctant to go into battle, and they didn't dare to change guards frequently, but fortunately, the tactics of the writing department were correct, and at the end of this day, there were no casualties, but a few people were slightly injured.

After seeing the complete withdrawal of the ghost clan, the writing department hastily arranged a text barrier, and then fell to the ground and fell asleep......

After seeing this, the city lord stepped forward silently, and carried him to the lounge to settle down, he was too tired, and with the strength of one person, he blocked the attack of a million male soldiers, and a normal person could not hold it for a long time.

Poor old city lord of Fengjin Town, facing the million-strong army of the ghost clan, he can only fight alone, Phoenix Tail and Huangsong Mountain have fallen, becoming the territory of the ghost clan, if you go to the snow fang for help, you must pass through these two places.

It seems that this ghost clan has planned a long time ago, first occupy the surrounding area of Fengjin Town, and then block its road to the Snow Fang King City, prevent it from looking for reinforcements, and finally capture Fengjin Town!

The current Fengjin Town is a turtle in the urn, it depends on when the ghost clan can catch it, after all, it is called every day, and the earth is not spiritual, and the thousands of people in Fengjin Town want to break through collectively.

The old city lord sighed, looking at the darkness slowly encroaching on the earth in the distance, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought again......

After a while, as the night fell, he seemed to have made some decision from the bottom of his heart, then he took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and then went back to rest......

At this time, the ghost camp was ......

"It seems that this little Fengjin Town is really capable......" A skeleton in a magic robe holding a bone staff, the soul fire in his eyes slowly beating, and it continued to speak, "No wonder even the two of you are deflated." ”