is like a frizzy first brother who has stolen the spring boudoir, the first round of the offensive of the savage totem, urgent, short, but fierce and abnormal. Especially when the five big-eared berserkers appeared violently in the second half, it directly detonated the bloody climax that shook the car castle. If it weren't for Camaro's stunning shot at the critical moment, which exploded one of the berserkers into blood-colored fireworks, I am afraid that the Doro caravan would have been crushed to the ground by the barbarians and slammed to the end.

"Four..."

Looking at the barbarian thieves who had quickly evacuated the ring of the carburg, the seventh-level knight slowly lowered the hot riding spear in his hand and sighed heavily, but he did not see the joy of repelling the strong enemy at all. And beside him, the other Dora people also did not cheer or shout, but with frightened and numb eyes, they chased the four unusually tall backs, gradually extending away.

"Help! Come on! ”

At this moment, the angry shouts from Franklin suddenly rang out, waking most of the people up. Immediately, a body with any remaining breath or no breathing was turned out of the flesh and blood swamp, and then carefully lifted and carried away, and taken to the fire in the center of the castle for emergency examination and treatment. As for the barbarians who remained in front of the castle and were unable to move due to their injuries, they were immediately slaughtered with mending knives.

"Twenty dead, twenty-five wounded, and almost all of them badly." White glanced at the blood-colored body that was arranged in a circle around the fire, and said in a deep voice, "In just one round, we lost a quarter of our combat power. ”

"I'm afraid the next round will be a decisive battle." There was a slight cold glint in Moriarty's eyes.

"Decisive battle, will this be? The Savage Totem now occupies the absolute superiority of the forces and the initiative on the battlefield, and it is completely possible to rely on the bloodletting tactics to make a few more similar strong attacks to consume all our living forces. Hearing Moriarty's judgment, White looked at the other party in some surprise.

"You're a good officer, White. The tactics you have come up with are arguably the most robust and the most sure of victory. It's just that the commander of the savage totem may not think so. Moriarty shook his head and looked north.

"You mean?"

"Is it just to check your opponent's hole cards at the expense of a berserker? If that's the case, why not wait for the follow-up forces to arrive and the ogres to arrive before attacking us? Moriarty smiled: "People can hide their feelings, pretentiousness, and cover up the truth, but it is difficult to change their habits." It seems to me that Mr. Valyosha's true temperament will never be as easy and easy-going as he appears. ”

"True temperament?"

"Cautious, courageous, and disrespectful of life, both enemy and own." Moriarty turned his head and looked at his followers, his tone revealing a peculiar confidence.

"Cautious but courageous, and disregard for all life on the battlefield... It reminds me of my former Legion Commander, Hydrisi. Schmainted. ”

"Hydrisi. Schmainted... The 'Skeleton General' of Dawn Fortress? Moriarty raised an eyebrow.

"Yes." Huai Ting nodded: "'Make a plan with the heart of a gopher, participate in the battle with the heart of a dragon, and face death with the heart of a skeleton,'" the general wrote in his book A Brief History of the War on the Continent. And this is the only military book I have ever read. ”

"'Face death with the heart of a skeleton', this is probably the origin of the name 'Skeleton General'." Moriati thought for a moment, then suddenly realized.

"Ha, yes." White smiled slightly, and then his voice was lowered again: "If it is as you judged, I'm afraid we should be ready to leave now." I don't think the Doro caravan will be able to hold out when there are four big-eared berserkers and an unknown number of ogres in front of the castle at the same time. What's more, as the commander of the barbaric totem, that Valyosha will definitely not stay on the sidelines as a mediocre spectator. ”…,

"Naturally, the spectator will not, and I'm sure that when the battle horn of the Savage Totem blows again, he will be the one at the forefront of the charge. It's just that there is a little Valyosha that cannot be expected. Speaking of this, Moriarty suddenly paused, and at the same time clenched the hilt of the sword in his robe: "You and I also stand on this wasteland tonight. ”

"Yes, hehe, you're right."

For some reason, White felt that the Moriarty in front of him was a little different from his usual life. As for the difference, I can't say it. It's just that I feel that there is a distant but obscure aura faintly coming out of the other party's body, and forming a special aura, silently controlling his feelings and psychology. Maybe it shouldn't be left and right, but he was attracted to follow it. Even if he was arrogant enough to use the power of the two to turn the seemingly unsolvable tide of battle, White blurted out that he agreed.

"This taste, once a centurion, is also like this." Eventually, White seemed to find his answer.

"Sir Ernsberg, the wounded are in a bad condition. The healing potions carried by the caravan were all used up at once, but it was still not enough. Can you—" Franklin walked briskly with Camaro and said eagerly. And the two knights, Grant and Huber, still resided on the ring fortifications, monitoring the movement of the savage totem a hundred meters away.

"I know what you mean. But a brutal showdown is about to begin, and until then, I must keep the magic silent. Moriarty looked at the steward and shook his head slightly, but still took out two healing potions from his sleeve and handed them over: "We don't have the strength to save everyone until the battle is over." Hopefully, they will hold out until the moment of victory. ”

"It's... All right. "I didn't understand what magical silence was, but Moriarty's words were clear. The steward immediately nodded and took the medicine, then turned and hurried back to the wounded.

"Mr. Camaro, please take these potions and use them in the moment before the next round of fighting." Seeing Franklin leave, Moriarty temporarily stopped the seventh-level knight and sent three brute force potions.

“… Thank you. Obviously, this is for the three mid-level knights, Camaro nodded sincerely to Moriarty for the first time, then looked at the three pale red potions in his hand, hesitated slightly, and asked, "Are you sure that the thieves are about to launch a general attack?" ”

"It must be." Moriarty looked into Camaro's eyes and nodded.

"So... Is there any good way to do it? After staring at Moriarty for a few seconds, Camaro finally asked in a low voice, as if he also understood how the current situation was so dangerous, and there was no way out of it.

"Do you trust me?" Moriarty was silent for a moment, then smiled.

"Trust... Yes. Camaro looked a little embarrassed, but fortunately there was a battle helmet to cover it, and he couldn't see his actual expression clearly, so he only paused, organized his words, and then said: "You are still in the castle, and you are your real own people." ”

The appearance may be stiff and silent, but if he can reach the height of a seventh-level knight, how can he be a stupid person, of course, he understands that Moriarty and White definitely have the ability to break through and leave on their own. With the combination of mages and mid-level warriors, the Savage Totem's not very strong encirclement on the periphery at the moment could not stop the two of them at all. As long as you rush over 300 meters and jump into the Sandos River, you are generally safe. Barbarian thieves would never go after them with great fanfare for the escape of just two people, after all, caravans were their first target.

"Good. If you really trust me, then—" With a slight smile again, Moriarty stepped on and whispered softly beside Camaro.

At this time, outside the castle, the night is getting thicker and thicker. However, the barbarians, who have considerable night vision, are not afraid of such darkness, but feel that this is a huge advantage when fighting against the Terrans. Of course, the night vision of the barbarians is far from being comparable to that of the pure-blooded Beamon of the wolf cavalry. Even in a dark night like the dark moon, the wolf rider can see the cunning rabbit running a hundred meters away through the special pupil crystal. …,

Standing in the cold wind full of blood with his hands on his chest, Valyosha's eyes looked at the fire of the car fort a hundred and ten meters away, and his expression was calm. Behind him, four big-eared berserkers stood as silent as before. As for the newly vacated position, no one seems to care, or even completely ignored it.

Suddenly, Valyosha's ears moved inexplicably, and then he spat out the bitter and sour branch that he had been chewing in his mouth to the ground, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved. Speaking of which, for some reason, Valyosha was also a big-eared barbarian, but one of his ears was smaller than all his other men, and had a certain curved point. However, none of the other big ears seem to have any unusual glances at this.

At this moment, in the northern darkness behind Valyosha, a team of hundreds of people slowly appeared and rushed towards his location. After about ten minutes, they were joined by the barbarian thieves who had surrounded the caravan camp.

And in this newly arrived new force, there are more than a dozen huge black shadows that are more than three meters tall. Standing beside these dark shadows, even the four largest big-eared berserkers looked like children standing next to adults. Every time these huge black shadows took a step forward, there would be a heavy muffled sound like a smash of wood on the ground, and the sand and sand on all sides would scatter from the vibration, splashing the other big ears around them with ashes.

"Looks like you've already done it, little Vali. Why, Leoli died in battle? ”

Eventually, when the two teams were completely united, an extremely tall old ogre walked slowly to Valyosha's side, and said in a low voice, like the echo of a deep dry well. Only, as if because of his age, the old ogre was on a thick and long black iron staff, and his back was also deeply bent, like a moving arched bridge. But even so, the old ogre was almost as tall as the other upright ogres. Moreover, its thin face, which was covered with deep wrinkles, was tattooed with blue ink vertical and horizontal lines, which made it look unusually reckless.