"What do you mean...... It's all true? ”

On the wall of Fetanburg, a middle-aged man with a dark complexion, a full beard, a white veil on his head, and a white robe propped up on the edge of the city wall, looked at the murderous mutant monster in the distance, and said with a dead face.

"Of course it's true, honorable lord of the city, how dare I joke about such a thing."

Standing beside him was a man with a high hairline, dressed as a knight, who was none other than "Blackheart" Rip.

This lord of the city is naturally the master of Fetanburg, Matthew Halifax.

As soon as the beastman appeared, the prepared guards immediately blew their horns, and he and Rep immediately rushed through the front door of the fierce battle, and then saw this desperate picture in front of them.

Since the beginning of the establishment of Fetanburg, the real object of defense is the border prince and other forces, but on the side of the rabid dog trail, there are only a few thieves and bandits, these rabble do not have the courage to attack the dangerous level, so the wall on this side is far less tall and strong than the front.

Not to mention that now that the battle at the front gate has entered the white-hot stage, Matthew even sent his last reserve team and mercenary group to the city wall, if it weren't for Lepp's reminder, he might not even have the most basic sentinels left, let alone divide his troops to defend.

As a result, the mercenary leader really said that the beastman actually crossed the danger and came to the rabid dog trail, cutting off his own back road.

He could see the Chaos Mastiffs rushing to the front, a large number of inferior horned beasts, and the strong big horned beasts, oh my God, Allah is above! What's that, a minotaur more than two meters tall! Once these chaotic creatures approach the city walls, the consequences will be unimaginable!

"Commander Rip, what about the reinforcements you are talking about? I agreed to your terms, where are those damn reinforcements? These brutes are already rushing up! ”

Seeing the ferocious beastmen getting closer and closer, Matthew, who claimed to be a descendant of the Sultan of Arabi, was no longer as gentle as he used to be, and roared loudly.

Rep was unmoved, just stared at the front, and after half a minute, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed straight ahead, and shouted:

"Lord Castle, isn't that right?"

Following the direction of his finger, Matthew's gaze leaped over the disgusting army of the beastmen, landing between two cliffs in the distance.

On the narrow horizon, at some point, a black shadow suddenly appeared, and almost in the blink of an eye, he saw a column of black lines appear at the end of the mountain road, and after a few seconds, the black lines became thicker and thicker, and finally turned into a dense group of green shadows.

"Lord of the City, we have to hurry up, it's time to prepare."

Rip saw the black flag fluttering in the wind in the distance, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and reminded Matthew, who was still in a daze, to act according to the plan.

The lord of Fetanburg woke up like a dream, and hurriedly walked down the city wall with Rip, and at this time he had only one thought in his mind,

I didn't expect that there would be a day in my life to fight side by side with the green skin.

……

Seeing that it was only four or five hundred meters away from the city wall, and the loose guards above did not even shoot arrows, Craigie, who rushed to the front of the team, knew that everything was under the control of Lord Marago.

Just as he was thinking about what to do next, there was a sudden commotion behind him, and he could vaguely hear someone calling his name, as if something terrible had happened.

The Hoof Splitter had to stop its galloping hooves and look back angrily like a hungry tiger whose head had been interrupted from eating, only to see a magical picture.

"Stop!"

Craigie raised the sledgehammer in his hand and let out a deafening roar.

At the sound of his rage, the charging Badhorn and Chaos Mastiff stopped in a panic and looked at their leader suspiciously.

I saw the tall minotaur suddenly turn his head, rudely push away the beastmen who were following him, and walk from the front of the line to the rear, panting from his huge nostrils while staring into the distance with his big bull's eyes like brass bells.

Eight or nine hundred meters in front of him, a strange army suddenly appeared, marching forward with a slow pace, blocking the beastmen in the middle of the mountain road.

It was a green-skinned army, and he could see goblins with spears in the front, and brat with bows and arrows in the back, and it seemed that there were a few orcs, what was that? Fart? Can these little crumbs still go to war? It's ridiculous!

These green mushrooms are so bold that they dare to follow us, why, if you want to wait for this town to be breached, you are not afraid that I will kill them first?

This was Craigie's first reaction when he found out about Greenskin, and there was even a cruel smile on his ugly face, for the beastmen who like to kill, the more objects they slaughter, the better, no matter what race they are, they don't pick at all.

But as the uninvited guest in front of him got closer and closer, he couldn't laugh a little.

These goblins actually formed a fairly neat phalanx, one by one, blocking the entire mountain road tightly, leaving no gaps.

Craigie realized that his troops were surrounded, and if they attacked the fortress as originally planned, their backs would be exposed to these green-skinned spears and arrows.

Do you want to continue the siege first? Or do you want to tackle these greenskins first? Or divide the troops in half? Malawa-sama hadn't explained how to solve this situation.

The minotaur was in a dilemma for a long time, but at this point Greenskin stopped and stood in place.

How? Do they know they're scared? That's right, let's continue the siege first, leave a small number of people to keep an eye on them, and if they dare to have anything abnormal, we will turn around and kill them, but they won't dare.

Just as Craigie was about to turn around and continue to direct the troops, dozens of round black shadows were thrown out of the greenskin formation, rolling in front of him.

Several bighorns behind the minotaur suddenly let out an exclamation.

"It's those centaurs! These damn greenskins, the ones who killed us. ”

Craigie also spotted one of the familiar faces, Howells, the centaur beast, who had been beheaded!

This is a naked provocation to the people of Chaos, these green-skinned crumbs! I'm going to chop them all to minced meat!"

Craigie's eyes were red, and he let out a loud roar when he looked up to the sky, and roared to the bighorn beast beside him through gritted teeth:

"Tell the hell, everyone turn around!"

His order was quickly delivered, and grinning Chaos Mastiffs returned to the front of the group, tearing through the goblins' defenses and crushing their throats with unmatched speed.

Behind them are the Badhorns with short spears, small but nimble enough to deal with these weak goblins.

Without waiting for the team to realign, the impatient Craigie blew the horn of attack with his own loud voice.

"Servants of Chaos, crush these green mushrooms! Avenge those centaur fools! ”

PS: I apologize to everyone, this chapter is two hours late today, and it has been deleted and revised at noon, sorry.

PS: Thanks to the 100 starting coins from the "Shrine Maiden Palan"!