In the cheers of the people, Mage Alva was clearly aware that the crisis of the fortress had not been resolved, and that Kryfa's sudden intervention might have been something that the people behind the Falun had not expected before, and the leader of the legion here was only a mercenary after all, obviously lacking the experience and courage that those knight-born commanders should have, so after he saw that the Black Iron Golem had been attacked and damaged by the same kind, he panicked like a poor man who relied on borrowing money to barely configure his equipment, the Golem's evacuation was only temporary, but they might be able to calm down for one night, twilight had fallen, and the terrible undead have been stopped or cleared by the spellcasters—bonfires have been lit on the Third Wall, alerted for possible attacks, and mages, warlocks, and priests have almost all gone into sleep or meditation for tomorrow's battle—only to be more intense than today's.

It's just that Mage Alva must first appease the trembling and overthinking councilors, especially Kryfa: "Of course," Mage Alva said bluntly, "I hired Kryfa, or else, although I love the fortress of Cape Blas, I am not ready to perish with it...... Yes, Crefa is expensive, ladies and gentlemen, I'm just an agent...... Yes, don't try to bargain with them, the army of the Falon almost destroyed you, but what about the Crefa who was able to resist and defeat them? Don't tell me that you are foolish enough to think that they are all good people like the Reverend of Ilmort...... Wait, no one is really going to talk to them about it...... Very well, it seems that you still have your sanity...... Yes, you may have to pay a lot of money, but you don't think that gold, gems, or anything you can get your hands on is more expensive than gold, gems, or anything you can get your hands on......"

It's incredibly irritating to deal with these babbling idiots, but Mage Alva also knows that these mortals are just being overstimulated, and just think of dragons, undead, griffins, golems, these things that even an ordinary lord might not have been able to witness in their lifetime are coming to them in front of them today - they might think they are having a nightmare that they can't wake up to. In the face of such an enemy, in addition to those children who were born in the castle, there are also extraordinary people like themselves who have almost regarded the castle as a second homeland, and only the Grenadas, who have always been arrogant and violent, can face them calmly and fight fearlessly. After all, their friends and enemies in Grenada were almost all extremely cold and cruel fellows, and perhaps they themselves were too—thinking of this, Mage Alva couldn't help but think of the black-haired Dragonborn, who had never imagined that he would become such a powerful person when he first saw such a small fellow—he, Mage Alva said, had the impression he had left on himself as quite gentle, so gentle that the old mage worried about whether he would be able to survive in this dangerous world.

Later, because of the "herbs" flowing out of the Dragon Fire Islands, Mage Alva had a deeper contact with this child, and the mage learned from the later intelligence that this child was indeed a dragonborn, not only that, but he was also a member of the royal family of Grenada, and his inheritance was within the number, but Grenada was still controlled by the false god Gredy at that time, and the so-called king was just a puppet...... In Alva's wildest dreams, Cremar even became the ruler of Grenada, so even if Crema appeared, he was not so surprised, but to his delight, no matter what his status, the black-haired young mage did not try to change his gentle nature, but had to say something, and this meeting made Alva deeply feel the power of time - when he first met Cremar, Cremar gave him the feeling of "strangeness" Yes, it was like a newborn cub, although it might grow into a powerful beast in the future, but it was quite harmless, dazed and mischievous when it was still very young, and when they met for the second time, the cub had already begun to grow, but it was clearly lacking in self-awareness and firm belief, which made Alva mage strange, because in any case, Cremar was not the kind of person who seemed to go with the flow, and this was the third official meeting between them after fifty years, and to Alva's comfort, the black-haired dragonborn had also shaken off his previous hesitation as he became stronger, though still a little sad, there was already a bright light in those black eyes, a light that Mage Alva had only seen in very few people, but whoever it was, they had finally fulfilled their wishes.

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- I thought you wouldn't ...... So eager...... The lich said in a complicated way, because of the loss of a large amount of blood and the unhesitant throwing of spells, not only was the common body damaged, but even the soul of the other world was affected—it could already see the clear outline of its facial features, but after the fierce battle in the daytime, their shapes were blurred again.

- How do you think that?" said the otherworldly soul yawning - I just clearly recognized my change, well, I did change a little, I knew that I was no longer the "person" I used to be, but that didn't mean that I would throw away my past and my thoughts with me, they were good, I never thought of giving them up.

It "looks" at the lich, and the lich can make out a sly smile on that floating face - well, yes, the otherworldly soul sweetly says I'm still a good person.

The former undead had long thought that the other cohabitant was a real idiot, but now, he had to miss that idiot, at least it wouldn't be so sharp.

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For the armies of the Fortress and Falun, with the morning light came not only light, but also war.

The huge purple insects like houses curled their bodies under the third city wall, clucking and shouting, their sharp mouthparts were biting everywhere, and even the stone bricks of the city wall that were dozens of times harder than the mud and sand in the ground were also hard to chisel deep traces, and the people on the city wall were all pale, but fortunately this struggle did not last long, the purple insects died stiffly, and the soldiers under them were all faking to attack in order to cover up the traces of their excavation, their bodies were either crushed into meat sauce by the purple insects, or they swallowed them into their mouths, and turned into blood in the mouths full of layers of fangs, this bloody scene of people was disgusted, even old Aubrey felt that he could not stand it. He gasped for a moment before looking around, "Does that poison cause lasting damage?"

He also knows a little about the purple insect, the purple insect has a huge body, can grow to eighty feet in adulthood, and has a strong self-healing ability (the person who is devoured by it can break through its abdomen with a sword to escape, and such a heavy injury for the purple insect only needs to heal in an instant), although it has wisdom but it can't match its tyrannical nature at all, and the insensitivity of insects to pain, it is one of the monsters that is difficult to catch and difficult to manipulate, and the most important point is that its sting also contains severe toxicity, so ordinary drugs that are fatal to most creatures have no effect on it。

"No, it won't. The lich replied gently, "This medicine was extracted from the body of a monster in the deep sea and tempered, and while extremely effective, it quickly decays and dissolves without any subsequent damage. "This is something that the souls of the other world occasionally discover and tell them about from the gifts of merfolk. The only problem is probably that there will be no grass under the third wall for decades, and animals and insects will stay away from it, but the people of Cape Fortress should not care too much, and if they can save Bucke Fortress by sacrificing the landscape of a city wall, they may jump up and tear it down themselves.

But this is also the third wall, and the inhabitants of the third wall finally stopped complaining, perhaps finally realizing the gravity of the situation, and they became tolerant and generous, not only allowing the casters who were injured or in need of rest and meditation to enter the fourth wall, but also loosening the restrictions on civilians, even the griffinx, the monster that made them shudder to see it, was given an open and flat place to rest and eat on the top floor of the archon's residence, and the knights of Kryfa enjoyed the same treatment as the knights of the castle of Cape Fortress, and as for the owners of the former, they were able to maintain respect and obedience。

"How much longer can we hold out?" whispered Speaker Aubrey Jr., who didn't want to say this in front of Master Alva and Cremar, for it was undoubtedly a subtle persecution, but the Lich didn't care, and if he had seen enough of humanity's ingratitude for hundreds of years, "maybe the next moment," said the Lich.

Mage Alva looked at the black-haired Dragonborn, unable to determine whether he was making an ill-inappropriate joke or answering seriously, little Aubrey was a follower of Tyre, but he was not as mentally tough as any of them, and such a joke might have broken him in an instant - but the next moment, the mage's eyes widened.

In the beginning, the defenders of the fortress, I mean, the mortals, had no idea what was swaying from behind the enemy's camp, until the army of the Falun began to disorganize from the rear, and then broke up, but the terrain in front of the fortress, as the mage disciples who had been transformed into birds, were a high ground that stood like the bridge of a human nose, with a steep and smooth wall of more than three hundred feet and a gentle hill below, and the scattered soldiers could not escape, so they partly launched a frantic attack on the partridge hill and partly towards the cape embankment, The Black Iron Golem also has a part of the soldiers to follow the action, and it seems that their legion commander has also made a decision - the reason why I say part of it is because in the silence, the other part of the Black Iron Golem has also been entangled by the thorns and vines that suddenly appeared- And the elven warriors who suddenly appeared, and even some dwarves, they were all armed with enchanted weapons of pure gold, and the hard black iron was completely vulnerable to such weapons, and when the vines grabbed the limbs of the golem, these despicable enemies had already cut off the hands and feet that they relied on to move one by one.

Baldwin fell to the ground, he had never felt his body so heavy, but his hands and feet were cut off...... He felt no pain, only a void - their souls were connected to the Black Iron Golem, but the Warlock would not be foolish enough to give a Golem the ability of a human to perceive pain - the former Norman King heard a shout he didn't understand, and then the elf replied gently, and when he looked sideways, he saw that his right hand was tearing open the vine and crawling towards him. Like golems made by high-ranking mages, Aostahl's golems created with human souls and dwarven (gnome) skills can be restored after being shattered, as long as their cores are not destroyed.

Baldwin saw the long elf, and the dwarves jump up and shatter the giant hand into untold pieces with hammers and axes, and the vines rolled them up, ignoring their struggles, and sent them out of a place that even Berdwin couldn't see, and then, out of these people came another elf, a priest, a follower of Angelis, the god of life, who placed a hand on the other captured golem, prayed for divine magic, and after several difficult tug-of-wars, a cloud of gray-black smoke spilled from the golem's body, and Angelis's priest frowned slightlyApparently this filthy soul couldn't help but make him feel a wave of disgust and subconsciously want to stay away, his companion took his hand, after another long and slow prayer, it was like an additional vortex in the void that humans could not see, the smoke first wanted to escape, after being blocked by the transparent barrier, it was involuntarily pulled towards the vortex, its hazy body was visibly elongated, stretched, and finally swept into the vortex, with a vague wail, it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"It," the dwarf scratched his beard with the tip of his axe, "is it dead?"

"It's going where he should have been. The elven priest replied, "It's just that it's destined to be exiled in the mourning wasteland or to be food for demons and devils—though I don't know how the wicked people who made these golems did it, but it's already made up for it." ”

With that, the priest of Angelis turned to the second Black Iron Golem, and Baldwin was right next to it, he was full of fear, could he also face such an unbearable fate?No, never, he was a hero, he was a king, and your king of the jungle was once my best friend, and we fought side by side for twenty years in a row...... He screamed, but the Black Iron Golem couldn't make a sound.

Just as Baldwin was about to despair, an elven priest turned around and looked at him in confusion, "I seem to have heard something?" he said.