Nuu Fortress.

The sun was setting, the snow was falling, and the heavy gates were tightly closed.

The glow that pierced through the clouds was reflected in front of the city gates, and the corpses piled up like mountains stood like mountains, whether they were soldiers of the kingdom, or gnolls, or lizardmen.

Most of them were shattered and emitted a strong stench of corpses.

In the watchtower of the city wall, the Duke of Dacama sat down slowly against the battlements, his old wrinkled face full of fatigue, and dried blood stained his armor.

With a gasp, he looked to the sides, the flat ground covered in foul-smelling green blood, and weary Kingdom soldiers dragged the corpses of gnolls and lizardmen to the blazing fire at the corner.

Occasionally, corpses clad in kingdom armor would be pulled out of the pile of corpses, their companions, who had given their young lives for the fortress.

The sound of the wind sounded in his ears, and the Duke of Dacama stretched out his right hand and took a slice of jet-black bread with two strips of dry meat tied underneath.

"Let's have something to eat, I don't think the lizardmen's offensive will stop, and I guess there will be another wave of attacks before tonight." Marquis Gardner sat down next to Dacama, turned his head to look at the aging face, sighed inwardly, and said in a joking tone.

"You can't fall, all the soldiers in the fortress are watching you."

Duke Dacama was silent for a while, then opened his mouth, bit off most of the bread, and dotted the bloody bite marks: "Don't worry, I will stick to it." ”

"I don't know what's going on, but these brutes are attacking the Nuu Fortress like crazy."

With his eyes flickering, the Marquis of Gardner remembered the news that Hewlett had just delivered, and said softly, "I may be able to guess a little. ”

"Oh, tell me about it." Hearing this, the Duke of Dacama stopped chewing on the strips of meat and looked at Gardner, knowing that this guy had some connection with the Valoran Lords of the Northlands.

"The Baker family has suffered a heavy blow, the descendants have been nearly wiped out, and the family has fallen into civil strife." Marquis Gardner said in a deep voice.

"Then what does this have to do with the kingdom of Besilik, the Lizardman Temple?" Duke Dacama asked, and then his mind turned and he reacted.

"You mean ........."

Staring at Dacama's bloodshot pupils, Marquis Gardiner said solemnly, "I talked to you before, once the Valoran Territory succeeds in containing the division of the kingdom, then it means that they will focus a large part of their energy on this war. ”

"Judging by the incomparably fierce offensive of the Besilik Kingdom right now, it seems to say something. It is highly likely that the Valoran Territory has defeated the Koker tribe and crossed the Kuroki Province into the Mori Province. ”

"Hope has come, as long as we persevere, victory will eventually belong to Sri Lanka.... Belong to us. ”

The atmosphere of silence fell, and the Duke of Dacama slowly chewed the food in his mouth: "This is just your guess, not necessarily correct. ”

"Isn't it right, can't you stick to it?" Marquis Gardiner said with a soft smile.

Patting Dacama on the shoulder, he didn't say much, and stood up behind the battlements, staring at the battlefield that looked like hell.

"Miracles, ridiculous but powerful words."

"But in the face of this war, we have to desire that if there is no miracle, the kingdom of Besilik will destroy everything."

"Not only us, but also the relatives and friends we guard, they are behind us, in that happy and fertile soil."

Buzzing! Buzzing! Buzzing!

A slight tremor spread from the snow to the city walls, and the Marquis Gardner tilted his head slightly, his deep eyes piercing through the scattered snowflakes and landing on the ruined battlefield.

The scorched earth and blood mixed with the snow surged into a dense mass of gnolling soldiers, clad in chain mail and armed with death instruments, rushing towards the fortress of Nuu without any formation.

The color of madness filled the green eyes, and the howls resounded across the battlefield, turning into brown waves, rendering the snow, and then rising with a rich breath of life, dispelling the crystal snowflakes.

In the wave of gnolls, there will be some well-armed lizardman warriors, who are elite warriors sent by the lizardmen tribes of the kingdom of Besilik.

The difference is obvious, the hideous and ugly lizardman head, the unusually strong scaly body, holding a heavy shield and a sharp spear, respectively.

Lizardmen Shield-Bearers: The battle-hardened military power of the Lizardmen tribe, they wield sturdy shields, thirst for killing, and spend their entire lives fighting for their clans. 】

Lizardmen Spear Warrior: An excellent hunter within the Lizardmen Clan, any enemy who enters the tribe's territory will become their hunting target, the sharp spear will pierce the enemy's body, and then cut off the enemy's head as their ornament. 】

"The brutes are attacking."

At some point, the Duke of Dacama stood silently beside Gardner, his tall skeleton supporting his burly body, his hands tightly gripping the blood-colored greatsword.

"I hope the miracle you are talking about will come!"

With that, the Duke of Dacama was the first to walk to the makeshift war room in the watchtower of the city wall, followed by the Marquis Gardner.

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It was a simple and clean room.

It is said to be a temporary war room, but it is just a transformation from an ordinary watchtower, except for the war sand table placed in the center, there are only magic lamps on both sides of the wall.

This war room has been around since the beginning of the Winter War, and has been baptized with the blood of countless lizardmen and gnolls.

At this moment, there were quite a few people gathered in the room, there were nobles, there were army commanders, there were combat staff officers, people of different temperaments, but they had the same state - fatigue and burnout.

As the Duke of Dacama and the Marquis Gardner entered the room, the already somewhat quiet atmosphere became more and more silent.

The Duke of Dacama stood in front of the window, looking at the wave of gnolls with a solemn expression, and a thick mountain-like aura enveloped the room.

"Kingdom Infantry Legion?"

"A line of defense has been laid in the walls."

"Second Archery Legion?"

"All on standby."

"War Mage Legion?"

"We can't be on standby, only some mages are stationed in the mage tower."

"What's the situation?" Duke Dacama turned his head to look at the second old mage on his left, frowned, and asked.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, the long war has caused the mental power of the war mages to fall below the cordon, and they need to meditate to recover." The old mage bowed slightly, and his tone was low.

"How many people are stationed in the Mage Tower?"

"Less than half, about a third."

Taking a deep breath, Duke Dacama clenched his fists lightly and looked at the approaching wave of gnolls: "Arrange for the Heavy Crossbow Legion to be on standby at any time." ”

"In addition, I need the royal capital guards to be able to enter the city wall defense at any time."

"Of course." Marquis Gardner said in a deep voice. "If necessary, I will be there with the Flame Knights wherever it is needed."