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There was nothing noteworthy in Longe's dimensional bag, but there were some scrolls and potions in the dimensional bag of Warlock Sarandor that helped Gordon a lot.

During the adventure of the Danze Ruins, Gordon had consumed a lot of potions and scrolls in reserve, and he thought that he would be able to return to his home in Bishui City safely and soundly after taking a good rest in the last few days of autumn hunting. Who knows, but it has encountered such a as a demon descending. Without the aid of magic scrolls and potions, the mage's endurance will be greatly reduced, and although Gordon can use more spells than the average spell slot mage, the various consumables found from Sarandor are also a good addition.

The ring on Longer's hand that seemed to have a deep connection to the Oranya necklace, Gordon didn't have time to study it in detail for the time being. After he retrieved the other two demon figurines from the Ritter son, Dorne also dealt with the four demonized mercenaries and came over breathlessly.

Miss Julien, with her sword in hand, followed Dorne.

Gordon handed the demon statues to each of them, and then explained to the couple in detail what they do.

At this time, the hunting camp in the valley was already in chaos, and shouts of killing were everywhere. Many parts of the surrounding forest were lit up by flames from hell. The flames soared into the sky, and the black night sky was red.

The terrible sight made Miss Julian shudder.

"Ready? We're going back. Gordon took a deep breath and said.

"It's not going to be easy." With a wry smile, Dorne took out three flying scrolls and handed them to his lover and friends.

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"Captain, there is an emergency in the east, and a ten-meter-long wooden wall has been ignited by demons!" A warrior with bandaged hands and a bloodied face ran to Talesha. In front of Ms. Bishop, she hurriedly reported. He was glad that his hand was injured in the first place when facing the demonic attack, so he didn't have to fight the front line. Rather, he took on the role of herald. In this way, he will be able to live at least a little longer.

The thought of holding a sword and fighting monsters that seemed to crawl out of the most terrible dreams sent a chill down his spine.

In the face of demons that suddenly descended from the sky, they did not have strong walls, no well-trained and well-equipped regular army, and no numerical superiority. But at least. Bahamut bless, they have Ms. Bishop.

The herald stood respectfully in front of the captain of the Scepter Lord's guard, and he knew that if it weren't for this resolute and resolute lady who had taken control of the chaos and panic spreading everywhere in the first place, and organized an effective defensive force, I am afraid that the entire hunting camp would be now. It has turned into a purgatory on earth.

Although the situation is very crisis, at least, they are still holding on.

After a moment's consideration, Ms. Bishop gave the order: "Let the three Lambatoni brothers go to the east to support." Didn't they think hunting wild beasts was unchallenging? Now is a great time to hunt demons. In addition, mobilize all the women who cannot go to the battlefield and go to the lake to fetch water to put out the fire. They can't hold swords, but at least they can carry buckets. ”

The herald saw that Ms. Bishop was calm. Feeling confident, he shouted "obey" and ran out of the tent that was used as a temporary command post.

"The three Lambatoni brothers have Orlandos barbarian blood, are martial and brave, and they also have thirty barbarian axe warriors, it should be no problem, right?" Next to Ms. Bishop, a middle-aged man with a white cane and a bloated figure. Said nervously. It seems to be asking for advice, and it seems to be comforting himself.

"You might survive the night, Viscount Angelo." Ms. Bishop glanced at the man and said helplessly. The other party was a devout Bahamut believer, a ninth-level priest, who was already one of the highest-ranking people among the nobles who participated in the autumn hunt. However, Viscount Angelo did not join the Platinum Temple. His magic was only used for preaching and preaching, spreading divine grace, and never fought against evil. As for how much combat power this pampered viscount has, Ms. Bishop really has no bottom.

"Ms. Bishop. I thought you had a lot of faith. Another man in the tent said, "Although a plane rift appeared in the sky and the demons descended, they had already sent a message to Bishui City for help, but it would take at least three days to organize an army that was enough to destroy more than a thousand demons and prepare all the supplies." Combined with the time it took to march, I estimate that it would take seven days for the rescuers to reach here. If the three Lambatoni brothers could only last one night. So how do we spend the remaining six nights? ”

The man who spoke was Viscount Curtis, a fair-skinned and well-mannered aristocratic man. Equally famous for his handsome appearance is his riding and spearmanship. The fifty knights now commanded by Viscount Curtis are the last reserve in the hands of Lady Bishop. If you really can't stop the demon's attack, you can at least protect important people, such as the daughter of the Grand Duke, and break out.

Lady Bishop shook her head in the face of Viscount Curtis's question, "I don't know how to hold out until reinforcements arrive." I had to show my confidence in front of that herald just now, but both of you are in the know and know how bad the situation is. ”

There was a brief, oppressive silence in the tent.

In the hunting camp, about a thousand people lived. Half of them are old and weak women and children who are incapable of fighting. Of the remaining five hundred, a hundred were servants, grooms, and cooks, who had not undergone any military training, and who could have wounded themselves with a few strokes of their swords.

There were four hundred private soldiers, guards, servants, and nobles who had received systematic military education themselves. Note that the standard of "combat effectiveness" here has been put very low by Ms. Bishop. If the requirements of the Imperial Second Class Legion are followed, only a maximum of half of them will be able to meet the standard.

And what they have to face is more than a thousand bloodthirsty and rampaging abyssal creatures. Those Flomos who wander and fly in the sky, can take away a few lives with a single swoop, and their combat power is equivalent to that of a fifth-level warrior, that is, the standard of a first-class legionnaire in the Empire. And these elite soldiers who can fly, the enemy has more than a hundred.

Fortunately, the terrain of the hunting camp is quite superior, facing the lake on one side and the mountains on the other, and only the east and south sides for the demons to attack.

To the east, with the support of the Lambatoni brothers, should be able to stabilize the situation. To the south, for the time being, only the Quasai Demon and the Rat Demon are attacking. These demons don't have siege engines, so there's nothing too good to do about the not-so-sturdy wooden walls. As long as those powerful demons don't join the fight, that's fine.

Until dawn, there is a chance to breathe.

Just as the inhabitants of the main material realm will be affected by the forces of chaos in the abyss, when demons come to the main material realm, they will also be suppressed by the forces of order. This effect becomes more pronounced during the day. So as long as you survive the night and wait until the sun rises the next day, if the demon commander is not a fool, he will not continue to attack. They will gather strength and wait until night falls again.

But the night's battle was not destined to go according to the best-case scenario that Ms. Bishop had envisioned.

Another herald opened the curtain and rushed in, his pale face and the sound of panic coming from outside made the heart sink in the tent's makeshift three-person command team.

"Firedemon...... The herald ...... south was so panicked that he couldn't even say a word. But these two key words are enough to explain the situation.

Ms. Bishop looked solemn and looked at the two men beside her: "Viscount Angelo, you come with me." I'll need your magic support in a moment. Viscount Curtis, please get the cavalry ready. In the unlikely event that the defense line is breached, organize a counterattack immediately, and never let the demons rush in. ”

"Don't worry, ma'am. Even if I lose my life, I will fight for you tomorrow during the day. Curtis gave a knightly salute to Miss Bishop and departed.

And Viscount Angelo, who is usually pampered and has never been on the battlefield, is far less calm than Viscount Curtiss when he thinks of facing the Barlow Flame Demon soon.

The platinum dragon god is above, that is the most terrifying existence among the abyss demons!

At this moment, a soldier wearing bright silver heavy armor and a snow-capped scepter painted on his body ran over out of breath.

This is the escort of the Antelo family.

"Captain, the eldest lady, she and Miss Xie Ona have gone to the south!"

"......" Ms. Bishop's eyelids jumped, she wanted to say something, but there were no words to accurately express her feelings.

Although faced with the most dangerous situation, she still left the powerful Falia and Sheona in the camp out of selfishness. The reason is to let them serve as a mobile force to defend against Flomo's air raids. But in reality, she just wanted to keep the two girls away from the dangerous front line.

After all, one of them is the daughter of the Grand Duke, and the other is a junior whom he likes quite a bit and even wants to be accepted as an apprentice, Bishop doesn't want the two to encounter any danger.

However, driven by a sense of responsibility, when they heard that the fire demon appeared to the south of the hunting camp, the two of them still threw themselves into the most dangerous place.

Now Talesha. The only thing Bishop could do was to rush to the south of the camp as soon as he could.

Glancing at Viscount Angelo, who was hesitant, Ms. Bishop said, "With the courage that you belong to the nobles of Ferreton, are you not as good as the two little girls?" ”

This kind of agitation is of no use to the cheeky aristocracy. However, Viscount Angelo knew at least one fact, if he didn't do his best, he would definitely not survive when the demon won.

But when he actually came to the front line, heard hundreds of demons outside the wooden wall chanting the name of "Grondal" in the abyssal language, and saw a huge demon surrounded by hellfire, with a sword in one hand and a flaming whip in the other, standing less than fifty meters away, the courage that Viscount Angelo had finally mustered was almost gone.

"Bless your devotees, O Bahamut!" He prayed again. (To be continued.) If you like this work, (.) vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to M to read.