The flanks of the stronghold have been nearly abandoned.

A thick mist filled the air, either by the torches or by the blood splashing, and it glowed a faint red.

Adam was at the forefront, splitting the hair with his steel sword.

Gloomy bones, and dark blood have taken over the entire field of vision.

Lukka accompanied him and slashed the [Sziak Broadsword] captured in the arena, and he could cut down several wild wolves in an instant.

More people came in front of the black wave, either raising their shields for defense or stabbing them with spears.

The wounded were moved to the rear to take the torches, and the scars were evenly distributed over the fighters.

Adam wiped the blood from his face with his hands, and the leather gloves were so slippery that he had to take them off and repeat the action again.

His chest was wheezing and his heart was a little out of control.

They had built up a defense, completely resisting the beast herd, and the corpses and wreckage were piled up, faintly becoming a second wall.

On the line of life and death, no one is timid, and if they keep tearing apart the flesh and blood, they can get closer to hope.

The same is true of wolves, who are puppets, salivating and killing humans with bare eyes, and are gathering more and more under the low walls.

Very well, let you know the price of not being afraid of death!

Adam sent the steel sword into the fangs, and the beast lost consciousness on the spot and slid down heavily.

"Stand back, ignition!"

He shouted loudly, and the entire line of defense came to a standstill, and retreated in an organized manner.

The arrows were tied to the bowstring, and the few stocks in the colony were used, and they were ignited and shot out, creating a star-like web of fire in the air.

The arc curved downward, and most of them landed in the middle of the wolves, and several of them were stabbed to death in the cold.

But the attack didn't stop there, and the clay pots that had been discarded and smashed had left enough strong grease beneath the walls.

At this moment, it was stirred by the rain of arrows, and a sea of fire rose in an instant.

The red flames brought a violent wind, and everyone was pushed back by the heatwave, and a large light exploded in front of them, intensifying among the corpses.

The wolves, who had just jumped up the low wall, were swept away by the flames, or they simply burned their hair and rolled over in the struggle.

The black shadows gathered under the wall had been ignited for the most part at this moment.

Woohoo, whoa!

The cries of wild beasts came and went, and the wooden structure crackled in the light, and finally collapsed with a bang, and the strong wind brought up the flames even stronger.

Choking smoke, all kinds of burnt smells, and the strange and chilling smell of meat wafted in.

That picture was imprinted in everyone's hearts:

Adam stood proudly with his sword in hand, several positions past the defensive line, like a towering reef in a storm, his shadow constantly being pulled by the fire dragon, but no embers dared to float over that shoulder.

Not all of the wolves died, and they never gave up their struggle.

They were completely in a rut, and most of their fur was curled up in pitch black, and they even ran into the pile with fire all over their bodies.

Only a few are lucky enough to be free.

If you encounter the kind of person who has just witnessed the tragic death of a friend, you will inevitably slash and vent your anger before sending it on the road.

But the number was limited, and the clearance was soon over.

The crowd had no goal to continue the killing intent, and the crowd was so exhausted that they could only stare blankly at the firelight - all the creatures that died tonight would basically be incinerated to the ground.

Adam's eyes were deep, his expression was cold and indifferent, and the blood clot had begun to harden under the baking.

The fire made it impossible for the wolves on the other side to cross it, and they seemed to be exploring other ways to attack, but they were not in high spirits and seemed to need a short rest.

The light radiated from the horizon, gradually dispelling the thick fog that had been floating all night, causing it to move slowly towards the depression or the shade.

The minimap shows that the red dot also moves away, eventually exceeding the range of [Scouting] and hiding in the depths of the forest.

The entire colony was bathed in the morning light again, and every building was clear, and the hazy feeling that lasted all night was replaced by a sense of solidity.

The gentle autumn sun is gently soothing this wounded land.

Sting!

Adam stiffened his sword into the sheath, and his whole body was on the verge of exhaustion.

[Battle ended, 23 killed, 17 wounded, 104 reputation]

"We're winning for the time being, but it's not quite over yet."

His tone was flat, and only a few people might have heard.

"It's okay to cheer, but don't be too loud so as not to disturb the undead......"

At the end of the words, the tail note was also taken into his throat, as if he was suppressing something.

The crowd sat down on the spot, the pressure was relieved, the grief came flooding, and there were many people who hid their faces and wept.

After his life was stable, he was stabbed again.

Many of the people in the colony did not participate in the battle, and they took on various tasks, taking care of the wounded, cleaning the battlefield easily, and supplying traps along the way.

Things are going well, but after all, the passion of the past is gone, and the stronghold can only operate in an orderly manner under the command of the lord.

……

In the afternoon, inside the main building.

Adam took off his clothes into the basin, blood and any other stains that added weight to them, and waited for the village women to hammer them clean.

He leaned against the inside of the tub, his eyes sunken and darkened, and his pupils were completely devoid of light.

There were no herbs added to the water, but it had been stained dark by the spreading filth.

As the temperature gradually adjusted, it began to become cold, but he never moved, and the fatigue on his body had never been so strong.

Babbling, bang.

The door opened and closed, and Jane walked in with her clothes in her arms.

There is also hard work in her eyebrows, she must have just returned from the wounded settlement, this girl is so down-to-earth and serious.

With a smile on her lips, but no joy, Jane rolled up her sleeves, propped Adam's head up, scooped up a full scoop of water, and slowly poured it down from behind.

The color in the tub deepens instantly.

"Close your eyes, sir."

After she finished speaking, she waited until the pair of eyes closed before flushing the warm water down the other's face.

This went back and forth several times before the head gradually regained its human form.

The area near the neck is the most bloody, and many wounds are exposed, and there is a tendency to heal at the moment, but it is still shocking.

Jane's movements were gentle, barely touching any rifts.

"Those uncles said that the medicine is very strong, it should be very painful, please bear with me, you can stop at any time."

Finally, she added.

"If you don't want to talk, you can raise your hand and I'll see it."

Jane's worries were a little unnecessary, in fact, the whole process was so quiet that the man didn't tremble even when she pulled out the little half of her teeth.

Adam never spoke.

For her, this is a "kind adult" in front of her, who needs to be taken care of with extra care.

For those militiamen outside, he is a sword-wielding god of war, a man who fights the sky with iron, and a hope that he can gamble with his life.

The clean, crisp inner lining covers the bandage, revealing a few spots of blood, and the muscles hold up the contour just right.

Jane thought that the lord would not speak until all the work was done.

But as soon as she had finished packing up the tub, she heard the slightly tired male voice from the bed:

"I'm sorry."

Jane looked back in amazement, and the lord was resting his arms and looking in the direction of the roof, his face bloodied and his pupils glowing.

She didn't wonder if it was an auditory hallucination, nor did she ask who the apology was addressed to.

Jane walked over to the edge of the bed and knelt down, resting her head on the other's chest, but not facing Adam.

"Sir, I didn't cry because it didn't benefit anyone. You've had a lot on your shoulders, and I don't want to add any more trouble.

I sincerely pray for your safety.

Also, hard work. ”

Adam smiled half-sadly.

He raised his hand to touch the girl's head, and gently pinched the back of the other's neck, and the soft hair covered the palm of his hand like a warm blanket.

Adam didn't know when he fell asleep.

But his breathing is balanced and natural, and his expression is very calm.

There were no dead souls in the dream, only small dandelions flying in the wind......