It was getting late, and once again the howling sky was covered with icy silver hooks, and the murderous north wind passed through the towers of the castle, leaving echoes like the cry of a young woman. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Loren woke up from meditation after a busy day, his dark pupils reflecting the snow-capped wilderness and woods in the distance, waiting in silence.

The entire castle is carefully preparing for the battle that is coming. But apart from the Earl's Guards Knights, the rest of the castle guards were completely confused, and they didn't even know what to do.

There is no way to do this, and it is impossible for Levin to tell them at the moment that half of the Earls of Deepwoodburg, led by the Senna family, are preparing to rebel, and they are the last line of defense to resist.

According to Loren's understanding of these castle guards, I am afraid that as soon as this sentence comes out, at least half of them will flee immediately, and it is difficult to say how long the remaining people who are willing to hold on to the castle will last.

There was also a shack camp not far from the castle, and although Loren would have liked to evacuate some of the refugees to the castle, the current situation really did not allow him to do so, because there was not enough food in the castle.

Previously, the purpose of separating the refugees and assigning jobs to some of them was to reduce food consumption, and with the help of the nobles who attacked the granaries and set them on fire, Loren cut the relief by half. But by now, the castle had long since run out of food.

If you put a refugee in the castle, you will immediately notice this. In order to survive, they will immediately betray the Count who once gave them the land - after all, it is more important than anything else to live.

The more serious problem is that many of these refugees have already been bought by the Senna family, and Loren could not predict what would happen. The lower moral limit lowered again and again by these nobles of the deep forest castle really made Loren "impressed".

But allowing the refugees to starve to death was unacceptable to both Leven and Loren. After thinking about it, the earl decided to let go of the hunting grounds of his territory and let the refugees enter.

Although it is already a harsh winter, there are still free-range rabbits, wild squirrels and some mushrooms and fruits buried in the ground, and if you look carefully, you can still find food. There are also many hunters among the refugees, who will not starve themselves to death and can help the rest.

Loren could also see that Leven, who made this decision, was actually very distressed. For this aristocratic young master, the hunting ground is like his playground and back garden, and doing so is tantamount to letting people in and spoiling it casually, and his hunting ground will definitely not be able to hunt in the coming year.

Slowly getting up and moving, Loren, who was not wearing wizard's robes, changed into a new leather armor - a gift from Leuven Fried after arriving in Deepwood.

Delicate dark brown shoulder pads and long boots, gloves made of nitrate cowhide, and extra chain mail protection at some joints. Overall, it's a relatively light armor that's perfect for fast movement, and it's perfect for Loren. The protective effect also far surpassed the "tattered" outfit he wore when he was an attendant.

Especially in many places on the armor, Loren could clearly see that there were traces of alchemists' involvement in the production. Because of the alchemical genius of the little wizard, he also knows a little bit about this.

It seems that the wizards of this world don't just know how to do research in the laboratory......

Just as he heard something moving outside the door and was about to go out to take a look, one of the castle guards slammed open the door, gasping for air with a frightened expression.

"Lord Wizard, go and take a look, the castle is full of people!" The breathless guard's mouth trembled: "Those refugees are all outside, I'm afraid there are thousands!"

"Tell the soldiers guarding the gates that they are not allowed to open them!" Loren patted him on the shoulders and back, and asked calmly, "Does the Count know about this?"

"The Earl has arrived and is waiting for you in the courtyard. The guard nodded: "We want to maintain order, but there are too many refugees outside, and it's still night, so I can't see it clearly!"

Loren, who picked up his wand, turned and left the room. Before he could reach the courtyard, he heard a loud shouting outside, which almost drowned out the sound of talking.

The gates of the castle were filled with guards running back and forth with torches, and a young count with a sword stood in the middle of the courtyard, a crimson cannon fluttering gently in the moonlight.

The gates of the castle had long been closed, and the people outside could be heard pounding on the gates, and the noise and movement were getting louder and louder, and the frowning Ruwen Fried calmly commanded the guards around him.

"It's a mess out there - I was going to try to convince them, but they won't listen!"

After seeing Loren coming, Lu Wen's tense expression relaxed slightly: "This must be someone deliberately making trouble behind his back, otherwise it would be impossible for them to run to the castle spontaneously on such a cold night!"

"How many of them are there?"

"The hell knows how many people there are, so you'd better go and see for yourself. The count's expression was ugly, and it was also because he was so nervous that the green tendons on his hands were exposed.

The two men climbed the tower and looked through the battlements, and in the moonlight, the figures outside the castle were immense, and the torches were like a galaxy, and there was almost no end in sight in the dark night.

The ragged refugees wept and screamed, emaciated, hoarse, and cried. Like a surging river, it pounded the castle gates, banging desperately with sticks and stones.

The pale-faced Lu Wen's eyes trembled a little, these refugees should have been his staunchest supporters, but now they are standing on the opposite side of themselves, and in turn they have become the tools of the nobles to blackmail themselves!

Once the castle is washed down, anyone knows what will happen.

"But fortunately, the situation is more or less controllable at the moment. Barely finding a reason to comfort himself, Levin muttered to himself: "At least they don't have weapons to use to attack the city, and their equipment is very rudimentary, so it is impossible to break through the walls of Shenlin Fort." ”

The soldiers on the city wall were still driving the refugees as hard as they could, and the closed doors and the angry shouts of the soldiers made the already tired and hungry refugees erupt in even more angry and disappointed screams.

The screams were like tidal waves, and Loren and Leuven, who were standing on the walls, could barely hear anything else. It seemed that even the city walls were trembling in the midst of the sound, and the guards, who had been barely able to maintain order, began to become helpless.

"What should I do, just go on?" the young earl was still unwilling: "They are all my people, and it is because of me that they have become like this, and I can't leave them alone!"

Loren didn't answer him, his dark eyes narrowed into a slit and looked into the distance, and he could faintly see an orange shadow moving, rising from the distance like a floating flame.

The black-haired wizard with wide eyes didn't wait for the Count next to him to react without waiting for him, and dragged him to the ground!

"Boom-!!!"

A loud roar pierced everyone's eardrums, and the whole castle seemed to shake. The screams of the guards came from the city wall that was severely bombarded, and the large and small rubble fell from the city wall that was smashed open, and many refugees standing under the city wall were buried alive.

Blood and death not only did not deter these refugees, but the crowd erupted in excited shouts, screams, and screams as if they saw hope, as if they were celebrating this carnival!

The gates of the castle shook and fell with dust under the impact of countless people—yes, they couldn't have broken the gates, but not necessarily with a stone thrower!

"This is the second time I've been saved by you!" Lu Wen, who got up from the ground, didn't have any joy on his face for surviving, only unparalleled anger: "No matter who did it, when I catch him, I'll cut off the heads of these bastards with my own hands!"

"In the name of the Holy Cross, I will do what I say this time-!!!"