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In addition to blood in the mouth and nose, it is still bloody, and in the eyes, except for the corpse, it is still a corpse. There was no smoke from thermal weapons, but wildfires left behind by rockets could still be seen everywhere...... All of these situations indicate the fall of Helgen.

"The people inside heard it clearly! It's been an hour! I've given you plenty of time to think about it! Don't be stubborn! Your lords, your allies and even your comrades have betrayed you! What is the value of your resistance like this?! A flamboyant voice echoed over Helgen.

Perhaps, before it had completely fallen, when the gate of the central fortress of Helgen was about to be breached, Farenga entered here with the remaining soldiers, using it as the last line of defense, in a vain attempt to make a last resistance.

That flamboyant voice was naturally the little man from Phocles. Before he could finish his surrender, he was hit by an oncoming small fireball.

On the fortress of the central fortress, Farenga's face was pale, and his eyes were full of unwillingness. If you still have mana just now, if you throw a big fireball, the leader of the enemy should be burned to death, and then you still have hope. But that's just if, the reality is that his little fireball just makes the arrogant guy a little embarrassed.

The little man who extinguished the last bit of spark was furious and wanted to give the order to attack directly, but reason told him that if he could capture Faringa, Baghruf's right-hand man, he would gain more.

"Why don't you accept the blood of my people? It will give you more strength and infinite lifespan! The bloodline of our race is not comparable to this despicable human bloodline! Listen up, if anyone can capture Fa Renga for me, I will give him a first-class credit and give him the opportunity to go to the Vampire Castle and get a chance to meet Lord Hakon, the Maharaja! Gain the bloodline of the Viscount! ......" The little man finally resisted this impulse, and tempted him with various interests when he opened his mouth, so that the people inside would rebel themselves.

At this point, the soldiers in the fortress looked at each other. The temptation of power may not be great, but the life span is infinite...... That's something that ordinary people can't beg, how can you not be impressed!

Safka glared back at the adjutant who was peeking at him, clenching the sword in his hand, always on the lookout for anyone around him to actually rush up. He is not eloquent and will not boost morale and stabilize the morale of the army. The only thing that can be done is to protect the mage behind him.

"Hahaha...... How dare you say it! You have turned your back on Sorengar, you have turned your back on the Nine Holy Spirits! You're a blasphemer in the truest sense of the word! Eternal life? Sorenga will give us, eternal life in the highest glory! It's not your infamy-saddled steal! "The mage's mouth is not ordinary neat, and Faren Jiayi's phone call and even caused confusion in the army of Phocles. For a Nord, it is unacceptable for many people to renounce their beliefs.

"You ......" The little man opened his mouth to say something, but before he could say anything, he felt a dangerous feeling coming from his back, and he subconsciously rolled to the side to dodge.

"Boom!" A large piece of land was torn off by a large fireball.

The battle horn of "Woo ......" sounded, causing a riot in the Volkreis army, which had been demoralized because of Farenga's words.

The little man came back to his senses at this time, only to find that the surrounding stone walls were full of enemies at some point.

"How...... How can it be! What about the more than 200 people I arranged to be stationed outside?! The little man looked incredulous, obviously a little puzzled by the reinforcements that could appear at this time.

"If you want to blame, blame the non-person you trusted...... By the way, you're not human ......" On the stone wall, a mage-like man threw a blood-stained head at him.

This person, this wave of reinforcements, is naturally the army from Half Moon Town brought by Kuy, or it is more appropriate to call it the Half Moon Leader Army now. Originally, they had to deal with the army on duty outside the fortress, but unfortunately a victory just now made these guys lose their due vigilance and sleep in the daytime (vampires are supposed to rest during the day). Kuy directly cast the Silent Walking Technique on a team of fifty people, allowing them to infiltrate the assassination - psychedelic spells play a very big role in warfare!

As Kuy threw his head, the soldiers on the surrounding stone walls threw large and small jars.

"Fierce fire oil! Rush out! The little man reacted in time, and the secret passage was dangerous, but fortunately the enemy did not block the gate, so he had a chance to escape.

It's a pity he didn't see the smile that flashed across Cuoy's face. The clay pots fell to the ground and all of them shattered. But there was a little bit of fire oil spilled inside, and it was empty!

False and real, the soldiers are treacherous. He didn't understand these eight words very well when Wei Xu told Kuyi, so he had to record them, but now, he understood them.

Is the doorway to life? The little man was a little uneasy. Why don't they attack? Why was there a weird smile in that mage's eyes? He didn't have to think about it anymore, what happened next had already given him the answer.

The warrior who was running at the front stepped out of the doorway of this central fortress, and before he could rejoice, the next moment he felt a stumble under his feet, and then fell to the ground......

Cuy had arrived when Helgen's outer walls had just been breached, and it would take time to clean up the guys who were guarding outside, and there was only one thing he could set up when he came in - tripwires. Even if the clay pot was filled with fire oil just now, it would not be able to achieve the maximum efficiency of killing, the gate of the central fortress could not be sealed, they would escape, and the fire oil was just a waste.

Other traps that could restrict enemy movement took too much time to lay out, so Cuy came up with tripnets, something that the average adventurer uses. Only by restricting the enemy's movement will the fire oil bow and arrow achieve maximum damage.

The first vampire fell, followed by the second and third...... Stampede, crowded, just a few exits, but there were hundreds of people trying to rush out at the same time. A skyline version of the stampede was staged in front of everyone's eyes, and who dared to ask who became a vampire was the kind of selfless and selfless person? They all wanted to be the first to escape......

"Fire!" At Cuoy's order, several small clay pots were thrown into the crowd of people in the short passage.

There was no need for Cuy to block the inner door, the Vampire of Phocles who had fallen in front of them became their best obstacle. There is no need for Cuy to find a way to block the back, the vampires scrambling to squeeze out are the biggest obstacle.

It wasn't until the fire spread that they realized what was happening. It's a pity that the people behind can't see it, so they just squeeze forward, and the people in front can't escape, and the companions and tripwires under their feet make it difficult for them to walk...... (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.