After nightfall, a misty mist shrouded the nameless hills and the lush trees in the distance, and through the gaps in the dense canopy, the silhouette of Kingfisher's castle loomed in the night.

Although Gross said that he planned to keep vigil alone, not long after this dinner, the companions of the mercenary group did not choose to honestly go into the tent to rest, but stood behind or by the side of Gross one by one, looking at the scene in the distance.

There was a faint orange-red glow in the castle, which was a lit oil lamp. On the wall of the city with its jagged battlements, a knight squirmed up with his hands and feet, his arms propped up on the stone slabs, and his whole body was low, not daring to show his head, and he carefully stretched out his arms and put the torch into a small hole in the battlement wall—

The top of each wall has these holes, slightly thicker than a finger, and they are often used to hold flags, torches, and in some cases, small ballistas.

"Damn! I felt like my body was out of control, and the guy outside seemed to be staring at me with a longbow. ”

The knight's servant moved slowly, and he took one torch after another from his comrades, until he had planted all the torches in the wall, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief—

The evening breeze whining from the nearby forest echoed in his ears, and after these days of intense battle to defend the city, he found himself often falling into some kind of hallucination of fear and uneasiness.

Death Knight Notson!

The thought of the tall figure with a longbow in his hand among the enemies made him feel his heart pound in his chest—

Just two days earlier, he had seen an arrow shoot from the forest outside the castle to the wall, nailing his colleague to the stone bricks of the wall like a dead fish—

Naturally, the man was dead, and the arrow pierced the left side of the creature's chest and back, and the ribs were broken into several pieces, and the heart became a tattered lump, like the food that stray wild dogs often bite into their mouths.

The soldier who was hit by the arrow made a dull sound of "ho-ho" from his throat, and the corners of his mouth soon dripped bright red blood foam, and when he fell straight down, he seemed to look back at the knight servant, who also noticed his colleague, but as soon as the eyes of the two touched, the knight servant had already noticed that the once radiant gaze was becoming dull and dull.

"Bastard, be hidden!"

The knight of Viduka was shouting in his ear, and the knight servant couldn't help but lose his mind as he thought about it—suddenly, he felt his eardrums buzz and vibrate, and a familiar voice seemed to ring in his ears again.

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"Bastard, be hidden! Don't you want to die? ”

Still the Knight of Viduka, the young knight glared and stared fiercely at the knight's servant—

The two of them were not usually too closely related, but by this time the Knight of Viduka had already come to his side and raised a long iris-shaped shield with a smooth curved surface.

……

The forest at night is filled with the shadow of a silver moon.

Outside Kingfisher Castle gathered a large group of undead, heavily armed skeleton cavalry holding bone spears, and the position of the eyes under the iron mask flashed with a faint red light, which was the soul fire unique to the undead; Other low-level infantry units, such as skeletons, zombies, and ghouls, spread out in an endless formation in the shape of a fan ring; "Permafrost Rose" Nutson stood at the front of the formation, his face cold and calm, the fantasy longbow that never left his hand, "Farewell Sigh", hung behind him, the straight and thin bowstring was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye in the hazy night.

Torches were lit inside the castle.

The bright light seems to make Kingfisher Castle an even more obvious target-

The undead have a natural aversion to fire, and when the light shines from afar, reflecting the shadows of trees, stones, and the undead, most of them involuntarily take a few steps back, of course, this is just a meaningless act, and the little distance that the undead retreat is not enough to make their bodies return to the boundless darkness.

The undead love darkness because their undead bodies are completely different from humans, and even if there is no light, they can "see" the target ahead with soul fire and spiritual perception.

As the days passed, since the Lich Melville led another undead army to join Notson, some scattered undead came here, and they gathered under the command of Notson, a powerful death knight with awakened high-level strength, and the banner of "Black Acacia Grass" pointed to the direction of their charge-

They are tireless, they do not need to rest, the Kingfisher Castle that has endured the continuous attack of the undead is like a reef being beaten by the tide, the waves hit the hard and sharp edges of the reef head-on, the sound of the water rushing is like a continuous symphony, but the reef is always unharmed, and the waves have turned into countless fine mist under the impact.

Under the walls of Kingfisher Castle, broken swords and corpses of the undead have been piled up in a thick layer, and the knights and guards in the castle have also suffered a lot of casualties, but because of the absolute defense advantage of the castle, the injured knights are often able to move the interior of the castle to receive some simple treatment.

Notson's deputy, the "Caveman Advisor" Robo, poked out a fat head in the dense crowd, and he saw that under the black banner with intricate patterns, the Death Knight Notson seemed to move his steps slightly, and then hurriedly shrank back in fright-

In recent days, although Robo's castle siege plan has been perfectly seen, but the huge casualties caused by the attack on the castle have made Lord Notson feel bad, and there have been times when Robo wants to find this noble death knight to say something, but when he sees Lord Notson, the other party's cold gaze almost makes him shudder.

In this case, no matter how big the casualties are, it is nothing, anyway, it is not the turn of his own military division to charge into battle. After Luo Bo fled several times in a row, he finally had an unknown idea.

While not too many people were noticing him, he stepped forward and prepared to return to the camp for a good night's sleep—

Cavemen are not undead, although their physical strength and energy are far more abundant than ordinary humans, but they still need a certain amount of rest, Luo Bo gradually left around a forest, and he saw the members of the "Black Rangers" raise their heads one by one, looking at him with an indifferent gaze.

"Mr. Robo, Lord Notson said that we have been delayed for too long, and that we will launch a general assault on this castle tonight."

"Really? In order to ensure a good spell casting and sufficient experience, I was just going to go back and get some rest, but it was still early-"

The voice under the black cloak was emotionless, and every word seemed to be squeezed out, "No, you don't have time to rest. Mistress Notson is looking for you. ”

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