Act 164 The Gambler's Roulette (3rd Update, Ask for Subscription)

The sword stabbed into the center of the skull's eyebrows with a snap, and the last zombie lost its strength and fell to the ground with a thud. The head of the mercenary group with long fiery red hair held a sword in one hand, panting and looking around, her emerald green eyes reflecting the bones of a place and the corpses of mercenaries. The battle was over, and the attackers were finally repelled despite the heavy price.

Yuta let out a sigh and tucked the sword into its scabbard wrapped in a layer of black leather.

The shout of "regimental commander" came from behind. She turned around and saw a teenager running briskly out of the crowd.

The mercenary watched as the young man ran to her, but she stretched out her hand to interrupt the other man: "Needless to say, leave someone to take care of the injured brother." The others have wasted enough time to keep moving forward with me, and we must preempt Simon before the army of the undead arrives."

"Wait," the boy called out to him.

"How?" Jutta frowned.

"It's too late," the boy said loudly, "When we were fighting those monsters before, the 'rats' they saw the south sending out magic beacons, the captain, it's too late, the undead have already arrived." We're in the past, and we're only dealing with an untold army of the undead—"

The mercenary captain stopped and looked at him, "What else did the 'rat' say?" ”

"The 'rat' said that the only option we have now is to give up immediately. We broke through to the north and left Fir City, and the undead came in, and we were all going to die here. ”

"We're gone, what about the others?"

"Captain, if we are here, can we change anything?" The boy said anxiously.

The "bastard" mercenary captain punched the wall: "Let our people prepare on the spot, let the three teams of owls, gray wolves and brown bears lead people along the three nearby streets, since there is no way to stop them from entering Fir City, we will stop them nearby"

"Commander, you are crazy," the man shouted, "we are less than three hundred men, and those skeletons are in the tens of thousands, and we cannot stop them without relying on the city walls."

The female head of the group pressed her chest, gritted her teeth and said, "If you can't stop it, you have to stop it, do you want me to break my word-"

"Commander......" The young man was slightly stunned.

"Why don't you go soon?"

"But is it worth it for the sake of a nobleman?" The young man couldn't help but take a deep breath: "That young man is also a nobleman, and he is willing to help us because he has a conflict with Grudin." At the end of the day, they're still all the way. Why should we fight for the kind of people they have-"

The visitor gritted his teeth and shouted at her: "Commander, your sister, your parents, are all dead at the hands of those damned nobles, and most of the brothers under their hands have the same experience, everyone, everyone respects you, Elder Tuan, we came together Why do we die here for that kind of person, let them go dog bite dog."

Juta choked.

She sighed, looked up and was about to say something. But at this time, there was a loud 'bang' in the direction of the fir castle, and everyone turned around to see a white light suddenly rising into the sky in the heavy darkness in that direction - a magic beacon

The pure white pillar of light pierced into the night sky, as if piercing the darkness between heaven and earth. The light seemed so pure and immaculate against the deep background, as if it were the first tears of Mother Martha in the darkness in the epic of the creation of the Cruz people.

It was the first light that depicted the first birth of the world.

Light is born out of darkness and endows all things with wisdom, sublimity, and spirit.

That moment.

Yuta and her assistant both looked up in a daze, their eyes shining in the darkness. They watched as the light rose to the top, exploded, and transformed into a common text for the military.

Words shine in the night sky, never faded. The red-haired mercenary leader looked up, and there was a deepest glint in her turquoise eyes:

"Grudin's dead—"

She said lightly, "Your Excellency, let's reply immediately." ”

"Lord...... My lord? The boy looked at her in surprise.

Juta lowered her head and smiled at the young man: "That guy from Clenthia dares to choose such a path, why don't I?" Grudin's death, the young nobleman gave me an answer, and from now on, he was my follower. But she smiled and shook her head: "But unfortunately, the time is too short." ”

"But ......"

"No, can we reply?" Juta asked.

The boy shook his head: "Those corpse witches used black magic to silence the entire street, except for the light and dark elements, other elements can't enter at all now. However, there are no wizards or sacrifices in our group, and the strongest elemental envoy is only the strength of black iron, and now he can't cast any spells at all."

"Where's the signal arrow?"

"The 'rat' said that the thing was also ignited by the elements."

Juta gritted her teeth, and she looked at the other side of the street with a heavy gaze: "Then use our own methods to buy the lord a little time." ”

"Commander?"

But the woman's face had already darkened, she was silent for a moment, raised her head, turned around, pulled out her thin sword and waved it to the right: "Everyone has it, listen to me"

"Someone gave us an answer with a noble act, but now we have lost our word. Fortunately, we can at least remedy it. So now I command you to move forward, and at least drag those damned skeletons here - or, let them trample over our corpses."

There was silence on the street for a moment, and only Yuta's stern order echoed for a long time. Everyone stopped what they were doing and subconsciously looked at the leader.

"Answer me, there are no cowards among my people."

"No cowards" mercenaries raised their weapons.

The young man looked at Yuta blankly, as if he wanted to say something, but was categorically interrupted by the mercenary leader who turned around: "Needless to say, you understand that once I give an order, I will never change it lightly"

"But the regimental commander, why ...... for a nobleman"

Juta smiled lightly.

She lowered her head and patted the young man's face: "I know the nobles better than you, little one. If the young man was really a nobleman, he wouldn't have killed Grudin, it was a rule between them, and no one in the past few hundred years would break it-"

She looked up at the dark night.

"But no matter who he is, at least from this moment on, my deal with him is considered a double deal."

The boy was stunned for a moment.

……

At the South Gate, fierce fighting continues. Under the supervision of the Grand Master of the Firego Warband, the mercenaries repeatedly engaged in a tug-of-war with the skeletal army that kept the same rhythm and surged up like a tidal wave* again and again, almost regardless of losses.

The war in the darkness seemed endless, and everyone couldn't help but feel tired; As far as the eye can see, there are patches of connected bones - humans and the undead exchange losses, corpses piled up, but the tragic price is at best to maintain the battle line on the ruins.

Fortunately, the breach in the city wall was only ten meters long, and most of the mercenaries with black iron-level strength could barely stop the army of undead who numbered a hundred times their number. In fact, the mercenaries understood this, so they would rather pay ten times as much blood than repeatedly replenish the fortifications in an area of the breach in the wall.

It was hardly a battle anymore, it was a ground meat that lacked tactical beauty.

The commanders of both sides were a grim reaper, silently filling more lives into the flesh and blood battlefield of just ten meters. It's just that on the side of Madara, the corpse witches can emotionlessly push the skeletal shelves that have been evoked with a faint soul fire into the center of the table like a handful of worthless chips.

And for this, it is the most chilling point for human beings.

"Crossbowman in position—"

"Disguise yourself as a blunt-headed arrow—"

The commanders of individual mercenary regiments took on the role of heralds at this time, and they couldn't help but feel a little heartache as they watched the battle-hardened warriors unscrew the corks of bottles containing holy water and pour water on bundles of arrows.

The fighters, in rows, raised their four-armed crossbows, aimed, shot.

Then there was a long, high-pitched 'whirl', as if an invisible wall swept through the rows of skeletons below, and the skeleton of bones fell without warning, and immediately turned into ashes in the white light.

With one foot on a pile of bones, Fern slung his sword over his shoulder with one hand, just indifferently filling in his second team to replace the exhausted one. Then he ordered a small mercenary regiment to carry down the wounded men from the city, and the battle seemed to him to be endless, just like the battles he had experienced in Karasu in the past.

Fern commanded calmly, knowing what Madara could do with himself.

But he also turned his head and looked up at the glint in the dark sky. With that bright light in his eyes, he smiled: "The nobles killing the nobles can be regarded as worth the ticket price." But this was the first time I had seen them use anything other than conspiracy, poison, and assassination, and the young man was truly savage. ”

"Those nobles can't do anything." His lieutenant replied from the side.

Fern glanced at him.

"You don't understand." He said. Then he asked, "How much longer?" ”

"Half an hour." The deputy replied immediately.

Fern waved his hand: "Go, plant our battle flag a little higher." Fight off this attack, they're going to change the ghouls, and that guy gave me an answer, and I'll have to give him an answer now. ”

"Dawn...... "The Grand Master of the Firego Warband looked at the horizon: "It's almost there." ”

The deputy was slightly stunned.

But Fern smiled slightly: "That's right, completing that guy's first order." The leader has an order, and of course we must act according to the order. ”

"Boss?"

"Let's just think so." Fern glanced back at the battlefield.

……