There was no possibility of compromise or evasion, and then, under the command of the seventh-level knight, all the people of the caravan were quickly organized and divided into four temporary squadrons. Among them, the three mid-level knights of Camaro, Grant, and Huber each led a team, each responsible for defending the one-third arc of the circular car fort. Moriarty and White, on the other hand, took the rest of the men with them, ready to meet the dead or wounded in battle.

At the same time, another batch of sturdy bags was urgently unloaded from the trucks to strengthen and fill the gaps in the bunker. And under the Moriarty, buckets of icy water were pumped out of the Sandos and poured on the crates of wagons and wagons to prevent possible fire attacks by thieves. The mules and horses that remained outside the fort were all driven away a kilometer away. Since it is a tamed animal, there is no need to worry about running away on its own. If the caravan is able to repel the thieves' attack eventually, it can be easily brought back.

After about an hour, the Dora caravan barely completed the preparations that could be done in one qiē. At this moment, in the strong wind blowing from the north, there was a faint and chaotic soft sound. It was as if a gigantic millipede was walking briskly on a grand stage made of gravel on a lame waltz. Occasionally, a few rough roars sounded like the accompaniment of dance music. When people listen to it, they can't help but have a piercing feeling of wanting to block their ears.

"They're coming!"

Standing on the roof of a large truck at the far northernmost point, Camaro rode a spear in one hand and a short sword in the other, and let out a low shout. Immediately, all eyes were on the north, waiting for the cruel fate to finally come.

After another five minutes or so, suddenly, a little fire lit up in the endless darkness. It's like the eyes of a giant beast, with a faint color of blood and a cold cry, mercilessly scanning a qiē in the dark night. For some reason, most of the people in the castle felt as if a blood-colored bayonet was invisibly piercing their chests when they saw the red light, and their breath felt like they were tearing for no reason.

In this way, the blood-colored light and the campfire of the castle stared at each other for half a minute, motionless. And just as even the winds of the wilderness were about to freeze in this suffocating confrontation, suddenly, the light flashed. Immediately afterwards, one after another blazing torches began to appear behind the light, and did not stop any longer, forming a moving sea of light in a rushing and surging attitude, and swept towards the direction of the castle. At the same time, greedy laughter and the howl of a beast quickly filled everyone's trembling vision with the hundreds of fires.

"No less than two hundred people, but there is no trace of the ogre, it seems that it should be the vanguard of the barbaric totem. If one takes into account its follow-up main forces, the total strength of the enemy is likely to be close to five hundred. As a former crossbowman, White's night vision is probably the strongest among all the people in the castle, and he immediately whispered in Moriarty's ear: "We only have fifty professional warriors here, and the combat strength ratio is close to one to ten. Even if those ordinary caravan players are taken into account, the combat power ratio can only reach about one to eight at most. Therefore, even if there is a car fort to defend, even if there are four middle-level warriors on our side, I am afraid that it will be difficult to have a chance of winning. ”

"You mean that we should withdraw the caravan immediately and wade back to the south shore?" Moriatilo nodded, and continued to scan the big-eared thieves who were rapidly surrounding the round castle like a glowing tide.

"I'm your follower, so I have to take responsibility for your safety first." White nodded coldly, his eyes covered in the steel helmet revealing a light that was colder than the cold night: "As much as I hate retreating without a fight and turning my back on my comrades, your life is far more important and precious than all the people in this caravan. ”…,

"Thank you for your dedication, White." Hearing such words from one of his followers for the first time, Moriarty lowered his eyelids slightly, as if surprised and touched: "But what if I personally want to stay here as much as possible?" ”

"If that's the case, once the thieves have completed the siege, the chances of a successful breakthrough are greatly reduced. And the only chance is when the castle is breached, and at the beginning of the chaos and massacre, we can find the enemy's weak links to stand out. The follower glanced at the mage and bowed his head in reply.

"Well, so be it. At the very least, neither you nor I should have a bad reputation as deserters until the position falls. Moriarty smiled lightly, patted White on the shoulder, and walked over to Franklin. Immediately, White followed.

Soon, the first big-eared barbarian, panting heavily, finally stepped onto the standard charging cordon fifty meters away from the caravan camp. Behind him, hundreds of big-eared thieves continued to swarm up, quickly spreading around the perimeter of the castle, surrounding the entire castle into a huge "iron bucket". However, after completely completing the siege, the thieves did not attack immediately, but all stayed in silence and waited.

"Heh, a generous stuffed scone."

Smiling at the round castle in front of him, which was already "isolated", the barbarian Valyosha stepped forward with a bitter branch that had been chewed bald. Behind him, five unusually stout, big-eared barbarians covered in large patches of obscure tattoos followed closely.

And directly in front of him, Camaro was like a black iron pillar, staring coldly at him.

"I am, Valyosha of the Savage Totem." The big-eared barbarian, who looked so thin as a tree trunk that had lost its leaves, continued to chew on the bitter branch that had long since lost its taste, and said to the knight in a tone that was amiable as if he were inviting a guest to dinner.

"We are the Doro Caravan." Camaro stared at the other party tightly, his body slightly tensed, and his tone was unusually heavy.

"I know, I know, I know you're the Dora Caravan." As if to make his voice clearer, Valyosha took out the branch from his mouth, clipped it in his hand, and continued: "I also know that your Chamber of Commerce has 'bought a ticket' for this transportation journey. ”

"Then why did you come to surround our camp?" At this time, Franklin, who also climbed on the roof of the car and came to the knight's side, asked loudly.

"Hehe, good question. It's a pity to ask the wrong person. It seemed that he was a little unaccustomed to his empty mouth, but after just a sentence, Valyosha stuffed the bitter branch back between his teeth: "If you have the opportunity, you can ask this question again to your 'good friend' Mr. Kleit, maybe he will give a more accurate answer." Although, I don't think such an opportunity exists. ”

"Sure enough, it's Mayflower's group of villains!" Hearing the name Clayte, Franklin's face immediately turned red, and even the muscles in his face trembled a little: "No matter how much May spends asking the savage totem to sell, Doro is willing to pay double." Suppressing the resentment in his heart, the steward still tried to find a peaceful solution to the "dispute" in front of him.

"It's a pity that I'm just a soldier, and I don't have the right to accept the favor from the Dora Chamber of Commerce. And, you should know that the barbaric totem has always been about credit, hehe. Valyosha smiled kindly at Franklin, shook his head and refused, "Now, there are only two choices before you. ”

"Which two?" Seeing that it was no longer possible to negotiate to persuade the thieves to withdraw, Camaro took a step forward and said coldly.

"One, surrendered unconditionally, and then became a slave and was sent back to the royal capital to be sold. Of course, as a civilized man, I allow any of you to redeem himself, as long as he can afford to pay a price commensurate with his identity; As for the other, you can choose to resist, but the end result is that you will have your throats cut off one by one, and you will become a rare fertilizer in the wasteland. And some of the ones who are particularly lucky or have a lot of meat will be selected for our ogre children to make a tooth sacrifice. Valyosha slowly offered two options. …,

"Being a slave in Krulord? That would end up either dying under the whip of a coolie camp or being torn to pieces by wild beasts in the gladiatorial arena! Grant stood on a carriage not far to the left, disdainfully.

"But at least a few more days to live, won't you, honorable knight?" The big-eared barbarian glanced sideways at Grant and smiled rather "kindly".

"Mr. Franklin?" Taking a deep breath, Camaro turned his head to look at the steward beside him.

As a proud knight, Camaro would never allow himself to degenerate into a pathetic slave. However, at present, the top leader of the entire caravan is Franklin, so in the end, it is a battle or surrender, and it is up to the steward to decide. Even if it's just a nominal decision.

"I, Franklin. Heim, here on behalf of the Doro caravan, refuses, surrenders! Under the gaze of hundreds of pairs of greedy, frightened, or unclear eyes, Franklin's steward was silent for a long time, and finally he used all his strength to say word by word.

"Well, gentlemen, I respect your choice. So, let's start the battle. ”

Still looking gently at the men on the fortifications, Varyosha shrugged helplessly, turned and walked away.

At the same time, the five barbarians who followed behind him suddenly let out a roar in unison. Immediately afterward, hundreds of big-eared thieves on the periphery also shouted and strode out, raised their weapons, and rushed towards the circular carriage under the leadership of five tall barbarians. The other half of the thieves remained quiet, still tightly besieging their prey.

"Ready for battle!" Camaro sent the steward beside him out of the van first with the crook of his arm, and at the same time shouted: "If you don't want to be a slave of these beasts, if you don't want to be eaten alive, kill me desperately!" ”

"Kill!"

At this moment, cruel fate and horrific death became the most effective battle cry. On the edge of the cliff where there was no way out, everyone in the castle shouted desperately, trying to turn the cold and fear in their hearts into a trace of fragile and tenacious fighting spirit, fighting desperately for that slim glimmer of life

Many book lovers want maps, and to be honest, art has been wandering between the middle and the middle since I was in school, and it is a little difficult to say something by hand. Roughly speaking, the current geographical location of the continent is that the human race is in the middle, the tower is in the south, the orcs and animal tamers are in the east, the elves and necromancers are in the north, and the east is the wild area of the desert. As for the demons, on the heterogeneous plane; The dungeon, anyway, is always underground, and the location is kept secret for the time being. element, more on that later.

In addition, this is the first time that a certain elephant has written a book with the background of Yingsan, and there is no similar work to the previous work.

Also, I can't get the reminder ticket of the classmates who are like water. At present, the speed of writing is barely enough to ensure that there is one change a day, after all, I still have to go to work every day. When actually writing, you should also carefully consider the words and sentences, and repeatedly revise them to your satisfaction. It's really hard to speed up.

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