Flamal knew that Bishop Somson was not angry, and that Bishop knew that the Duke was joking. To put it bluntly, this is a mutual temptation, and if anyone can't hold on to it first, the next problem will become very complicated.

For two days, as many as thousands of No. 6 had gathered outside the Suolong Pass, and they had not left or made any further moves.

They were moving, just walking around aimlessly, like a group of people shrouded in mist, almost in centimeters, gradually crawling in the direction of Suolong Pass.

Yes, everyone, including the Duke of Flamal, believed that they were indeed "climbing", and not "walking".

Six is clearly not afraid of the cold. Despite being unclothed, they do not exhibit the normal human reaction expected in this environment. There was no getting together to warm each other, and there was no such thing as hugging each other. I walked all the way north, and finally came to the bottom of the wall.

The northern giants guarding the pass kept shooting arrows and throwing stones. However, these defenses were ineffective. They turn a blind eye to the feathered arrows that hit their bodies, and in the words of Duke Flamal "they can use those arrows as toothpicks". Not to mention the stones that fell from the city, not even the swords and axes could damage Six, and perhaps their essence was no different from that of stone.

The tall and heavy city walls blocked the way, and as many as thousands of No. 6s gathered under the Suolong Pass wall to wander back and forth. They stretched out their arms, and all the tentacles on their bodies, like dying people who desperately longed for some kind of strength to pull them after falling into the water. All of the Six are repeating this seemingly meaningless movement, apparently forgetting that they still have feet and are able to alternate upwards with each other.

This extremely strange scene made the attacker and the defender fall into speculation, as well as their own different shocks and surprises.

What exactly do they want to do?

Why don't they climb up?

Hu Yong first gave an unprecedented order: it must be strictly defended to the death, and every soldier must have the determination to defend the tribe to the death. Whatever the cost, it is necessary to hold out until reinforcements arrive.

At present, it seems that the white people of the South are obviously using these weird and disgusting monsters as the main attack. Fortunately, they are sluggish, even stupid. As long as the white men did not use artillery and launched a large-scale artillery bombardment of Suolong Pass as they had done in previous wars, Hu Yongxian felt that it was worth paying some casualties.

When Flamal led his guards into Bishop Somson's luxury tent, he saw the figure of Duke Calis.

"Hello!" Because it wasn't wartime, Flamar didn't wear a helmet. He bowed slightly to Calis, greeting in a graceful and respectful manner.

Only those who are equal in status and recognized by Flamal will use such etiquette.

Although wars broke out between the Saxon kingdoms and the Viking kingdoms throughout history, and there were constant conflicts since then, Flamar admired Calis's personality very much.

"The commander of the Viking kingdom has also arrived." Bishop Somson remained in his chair, without the slightest hint of standing up to greet him. He raised his arm lazily as if he had said hello, and a meaningful smile appeared on his well-defined face.

"Let me guess, you're here for the same purpose as Calis?"

Flamal was a little puzzled by the question, and subconsciously turned his gaze to the Duke of Calis, who was standing on the side, narrowed his eyes slightly, and inquired with his gaze.

The latter was outspoken, but still cautious in his words: "Thanks to the blessing of the Holy Lord, we finally see the dawn of victory this time. The northern giants have been beaten to the point where they dare not come out, and now is the perfect time for us to launch a full-scale attack. All it takes is a massive shelling to smash that damn wall. Then, the giant of the north became a historical term forever. ”

As he spoke, Calis shifted his gaze to Flammar: "Dear Duke, do you agree with me?" ”

Flamar did not object, he nodded slightly, and his eyes were fixed on Bishop Somsen, who was sitting in the middle of the tent: "That's exactly what I want to say. ”

The tall and burly, warrior-like bishop smiled, "What did I say just now?" Hehe, I've got it all right. ”

Calis and Flamar looked at each other, but neither spoke, but they turned their heads in unison, focusing their gaze on Bishop Somsen.

"I understand what you're thinking." The bishop put away his smile and his expression became serious and serious: "Many people think that as long as there are no city walls, the northern giants will be in no danger to defend, and as long as our army rushes in, we can win the war. ”

Flamar pursed his lips: "The person who said this must be an idiot. If it were that simple, the war between us and the giants wouldn't last that long. As long as their metal monsters are around, we can never win. ”

Bishop Somson slapped his face a few times: "So we don't need to use artillery at the moment. Now that Six has done a good job, leave the rest to them. ”

Calis frowned, and he thought for a few seconds: "Lord Bishop, I have no intention of questioning your wisdom. But number six...... They haven't been moving for the past few days. IMHO, they don't seem to have the ability to get over that wall. Without the help of artillery, it would have been difficult for us to achieve the desired goal this time. ”

Bishop Somsen's neck was straight, and his eyes narrowed into a slit, which seemed to help him see the Sixes, who were wandering sluggishly under the walls of the Locked Dragon Pass nearly ten kilometers away, through the gap between the two dukes' bodies.

"Gentlemen, you have to be patient."

The Bishop chuckled in relief to Calis and Flamal as he lowered his voice and winked teasingly, "Give them a moment and let them do wonders." ”

The two dukes looked at each other again, their eyes filled with deep suspicion.

"Your Excellency, what do you mean?" Calis is an old man, and his questions are not too acute.

Bishop Somson was smiling, but with a hint of sarcasm: "We can train many animals to be obedient and obedient. Circus tigers dance, elephants sing, dogs salute spectators in tuxedos, and even pigs kiss the back of a lady's hand like a gentleman...... Gentlemen, many things are not as difficult as you think. With enough time and effort, everything will be easy. ”

The Vikings were very direct, and Vlamar did not like this kind of riddle-like conversation. He frowned deeply, especially the middle of his eyebrows, but out of reverence for the Holy See and his faith, the Duke still made a certain amount of concessions, and his tone became softened: "I hope to see changes as soon as possible. ”

The bishop is still in the same perfunctory attitude as before: "Be patient, everything is going for the better." ”

An evil fire "swished" from Flamar's heart, his face changed suddenly, and the anger that had been suppressed was displayed on his face several times more intense than just now, and his words became more and more cold: "If you think that we have come all the way to this place to play with you, and to test new toys that you find interesting, you are very wrong. My men are warriors, and they need to prove their courage and merit with the heads and blood of the giants of the north. I made a promise to them when I set out that they could get what they wanted through this war. But now? They stay in the barracks like fools and can't do anything. ”

Bishop Somson glanced at the angry duke and sneered, "I'm sorry, it's hard for me to understand your thoughts. I don't even know what exactly you want. I know that the Viking kingdom has a strong army, and your warriors are fearless. But after so many years, there is still no change in Suolongguan. ”

Flamar's face suddenly turned ugly. He heard the metaphor in Bishop Somson's words. There is no point in arguing about such matters, and he really can't come up with anything more weighty. Suppressing his anger, Flamal let out a low, tough voice: "It's too cold to wait any longer. Whether you agree or not, the Viking army will be dispatched tomorrow morning. We can smash that wall with cannons. The rest is left to our warriors. ”

Bishop Somson put away the smile on his face, his voice was quite magnetic, full of masculine charm, but the content and tone were cold as ice: "You want to disobey the will of the Holy Lord? ”

Vlamar sneered: "Hiding in a hole in the ground like a rat to avoid the battle, creating two man-eating monsters as the main force, these things are also the will of the Holy Lord?" ”

"Watch your words." The bishop stared at him like a wild beast staring at a prey: "You must be glad that I have come to say these words to you. If it's a trial court, I promise......"

Seeing that the tension between the two men was about to break out, Calis hurriedly walked to the middle, stretched out his arms and pushed the bishop and the duke apart from each other. He earnestly advised, "Both, each of you should say a few words. We all share common goals and enemies, and now is not the time to quarrel. I'll admit that you all have a point. Without the help of the Holy Lord, we would not have achieved such brilliant results. But we also have to take into account the issue of timing. The winter operations have put a lot of pressure on logistics, and many soldiers have developed frostbite. I think...... So, put yourself in each other's shoes and think about each other. We are all devout members of the Holy Lord, and we should not be divided over these issues. ”

In fact, Flamar had already regretted it when he said it before. Originally, he only wanted to put a little pressure on the Holy See, which was simply to wave his fists and say a few cruel words with a threatening nature. But who would have thought that Bishop Somson would not eat this at all. His attitude is very tough and non-negotiable.

The strength of the Holy See is extremely strong, and even though Vlamar is a duke, the success rate of unilateral confrontation with the Holy See is extremely slim. Moreover, Bishop Somson directly uttered the word "Inquisition", which represents a series of dark and cold methods such as terror, ruling, death, and even the destruction of homes...... Flamar had to change his mind and face reality.

Fortunately, there was Calis to reconcile it.

Although he had given in in his heart, Flamar refused to admit defeat. He sullenly asked, "There is a powerful artillery in the air, but it can't work...... When, exactly? ”

Bishop Somson was equally reluctant to tear up with the kingdom's magnates. Because it is not in the interests of the Holy See to do so. Since there are steps in front of you, you are happy to go downhill. His expression softened slightly: "No more than three days at the latest, I guarantee that you can get everything you want." ”

Neither of the two dukes spoke.

Calis smiled and nodded, saluting the bishop.

Flamal was reluctant to do so, but the semblance of etiquette had to be maintained.

They were all thinking about the same problem.

What will happen after three days?

……

The answer began to be revealed the next morning.

Perhaps it was because the rest time was sufficient, or perhaps the more advanced learning simulation ability had been generated and evolved during the past period of time, and the thousands of Heads of Six who had been hovering under the walls of the Locked Dragon Pass had a new change.

They began to gather.

Initially it was a scattered, individual entity. Starting with two, they hug each other like lovers with open arms, their bodies so close that they can't see the gaps between them. New tentacles grow from their backs, wrap around their heads, form arcs in midair, and dig their tips deep into their backs, tearing through skin and muscles, passing through bones and internal organs, breaking through the muscular layers of the chest, and continuing to stretch forward.

The process seemed so incredible to the onlooker. Like a thick steel bar with strong strength, twisted by a huge strange hand, it pierces and connects two separate individuals with irresistible force, forcibly bringing them together, twisting the ends of the steel bar so that they cannot be separated.

Blood flowed from the wound, but it was caught on the spot by the flattened tentacles that stretched rapidly below the wound and did not fall to the ground. More slippery tentacles appeared, as if the two-ended merging Six was a plant seed, well nourished and hydrated, taking root and germinating in a mild and suitable environment.

The surface of their bodies is melting. The skin also peels off in a liquefied state, reminiscent of a praline at high temperatures———— brown parts melt as they soften, revealing the white kernels that wrap inside. The difference is that Six's "hot dissolution" is not limited to the surface of the body, their bones, muscles, and internal organs have the same changes. From a distance, it looked like a pile of dark red flesh in a semi-congealed state, with a large amount of blood smeared on the surface.

The third head six began to join. It shuffled with its head forward, and walked straight between the two of its kind that were dissolving. This time there were no tentacles, and the soft blood sludge quickly engulfed it. There was no struggle, no shouting, it was like a stone being gently placed on the surface of the pool, and as soon as the hand was released, the stone immediately sank to the bottom of the water, because the distance was too short or even there was no distance, and the whole process could not even splash.