The edge of the forest with the Kingfisher Castle on the banks of the River Larue.

The wind in the sun carries the fragrance of blooming flowers, which belongs to the breath of spring -

The knight on the city wall took two steps sideways and propped up a fleur-shaped shield with a rounded curved surface, and there seemed to be a white flash of light brushing diagonally against the shield, and after a string of bright sparks and a piercing grinding noise, a feathered arrow with the length and thickness of an arm suddenly fell to the ground—

To be exact, this is no ordinary feathered arrow, the powerful impact is like a crossbow bolt fired by a siege machine, and the knight quickly put down the numb arm holding the shield, turned back to his back, and said;

"This guy is a pervert, Viduka, how many arrows did you think he shot today?"

"More than seventy."

A man next to him looked around and said an approximate number—

Viduka stood in the middle of the ladder, his hands propped up on the battlements of the wall, and he saw his colleague Evans crouching cautiously at the foot of the wall like a toad, a scene that had become almost every day since the undead outside had besieged Kingfisher Castle.

Half a month has passed, and there are more and more undead outside every day-

Unfortunately, they didn't know that since the "Black Blade" Sask suffered that crushing defeat in Hualu Village, the Lich Melville's troops had converged with the "Black Rangers" of "Permafrost Rose" Northent, and the two undead had gathered together, numbering more than five hundred!

And on the periphery of the castle, criss-crossing trenches also caused great hindrance to the movement of the cavalry—

They hadn't seen the undead working with pickaxes until now, but when the night had passed and the morning came, the trenches and pits had appeared before their eyes as if out of thin air.

"This is the great power of shamans!"

Notson's deputy, the military advisor, the cave man shaman Luo Bo stretched out his fat palm to caress his round belly, and once again babbled in a sharp voice that made people feel noisy—

He and the other Black Ranger stars were scattered among the bushes, and through a few sparse slips of paper, they could see the back of Notson slowly lowering his longbow.

"Lord Notson! You've done a great job! ”

The cave man shaman Luo Bo quickly ran over on his thick and fat legs, and greeted him with courtesy—

After these days of contact, he gradually understood the bad temper and temperament of this powerful death knight, although it was very bad, but it was not difficult to get along with-

Just like now, if you deal with it in a respectful and flattering manner, this Mr. Death Knight is actually very talkative.

However, this time Notson was not as expressionless as he imagined - in fact, for Death Knight Notson, expressionless was already "pleasant", but he stood in front of Robo, and a pair of gray eyebrows instantly condensed.

His voice was flat, slow, and even chilled.

"Luo Bo, you seem to have told me that the well in the castle will dry up soon, but as of today, half a month has passed."

From the dawn of sunrise to the present, about three hours have passed—

The Death Knight, who was extremely skilled in archery, was like a machine that never tires, shooting feathered arrows one after another—

The feathered arrows were custom-made, and Notson's longbow was not ordinary, and Robo had tried to use it under Notson's smiling gaze, but when his fingers were on it, and he couldn't pull the bowstring with all his strength, he finally realized the poundage of the longbow.

This pound is far beyond the limits of his strength-

Although Luo Bo is a caveman shaman, on the basis of this advanced profession, he is already a caveman warrior at the peak of the inauguration level, although he has not mastered the law like a true awakened first-order warrior, but, in terms of his current strength attributes, not being able to pull a longbow is definitely an accident.

After lowering the longbow, Notson gently plucked the bowstring in front of him, and the thin gray line hummed and trembled, reflecting a blinding light in the sunlight—

His gaze rested on Luo Bo's small, bumpy face, which seemed a little nervous, and as soon as he looked at him, he quickly moved to the other side—

Luo Bo stared at a shrub not far away, in this season of spring, the originally bare note had sprouted a little green shoot. His lips squirmed quietly, as if hoping that the bush would tell him the answer to his question, but he was unsurprisingly disappointed.

Fortunately, the caveman was not short of wit.

"Lord Notson, spring has arrived, and the water level of the river is starting to rise, so ......"

"So? Is that your reason? ”

Notson's tone was a little unkind-

Although the siege of the castle by his troops was effective, the half-month-long confrontation had already exhausted his little patience. He kept thinking in his head: war shouldn't be like this, it should be sword and blood, fire and wailing, it should be the pleasure of cutting with a blade.

However, the current situation is not at all what he imagined.

As a result, Notson's mood lately has always been prone to becoming manic –

The knight who had just climbed the city wall still remembered the face, the young human male who had dealt with many skeleton warriors in the battle of the city wall in the past few days. Although those warriors were only cannon fodder under the Lich Melville, the contemptuous smile that the creature looked at him had already made him feel furious more than once.

After saying this, he stared at his deputy, who took a step back in a panic and waved his hand:

"No, no, Lord Notson, as your reliable military advisor, I will never look for any reason now. Now I have a new suspicion that there may be other streams under the castle, and you see, the inside of these trenches is dry, and its depth is lower than the level of the river......"

"Robo, no matter what, your setup has failed."

"But these trenches are good at holding back human cavalry......"

The caveman shaman argued, but his voice grew quieter and quieter—

He was afraid that the Death Knight in front of him would vent his anger on him, although the cavemen were thick-skinned, but in the face of a strong man who was said to have awakened at least the middle level, this small life was not enough to toss.

It's just that at this moment, the camp of the undead troops suddenly stirred up inexplicably - it was originally the camp of the Iris Knights.

Notson's gaze immediately looked in that direction—

A number of low-level skeletons and zombies scattered through the gates of the camp, the bone cavalry scrambled to mount, and Melville, the lich, waved his staff and whispered awkward incantations...... Notson and his "Black Rangers" stopped their assault on the castle and hurried to the camp. Reading a book and finding the latest chapters by yourself? You're out, WeChat attention Beauty editor helps you find books! It's really a good book to flirt with girls!