War is about coming and going.

Under the thick fog fortress, gargoyles turned into rubble and scattered all over the ground. The kobold crawled out of the ravine and collected the remains of his dead comrades.

Under the same fortress, the sword and shield bearers of the noble army used the cover of the stone wall to peel off the armor of their fallen comrades, take away their weapons and equipment, and also retreated silently.

The blood and water are like embellishments, reflecting the battlefield.

The nobles realized that the demon archers under the 'Man-Eating Demon' were very powerful, and soon discovered that their opponents did not have an advantage in the air. It's just that the exchange ratio between the two sides is really a bit ugly.

Fifty-seven sword and shield men trained over the years, plus a wizard apprentice, in exchange for eight kobolds on the opposite side. This is really not a commendable result.

After losing the first battle, Farrell decided to retreat to the camp. Of course, he hopes to win in one fight, but if he can't, he won't be impetuous, just play slowly.

Back at the camp, Farrell immediately sent the commander-in-chief of the Northland aristocratic coalition in the rear, the patriarch of the Butch family, Friedman. Bucci wrote a letter detailing the current state of the war.

The letter reads:

"We are in a very awkward position at the moment. There were no more untouchables in the border area who could be captured for hard labor, and they all ran to Victor. Hugo's domain.

Our farmland was uncultivated, but the enemy's farmland was not delayed. Victor. As long as Hugo grits his teeth and survives this summer, the autumn harvest will be enough to meet all his needs.

Our food can survive this year, but it will definitely not last next year. So we have to attack this year, otherwise all the territories will collapse on their own.

The cities of the Northland must be forced to come up with more manpower and material resources to deliver more manpower and material resources to Victor. Hugo launched a decisive battle. Judging from the situation of today's first battle, the enemy is fully prepared, and this is bound to be a war with heavy casualties. But we don't have a choice. ”

Farrell's letter was long, detailing his concerns and current situation. He hoped to convince Friedman to personally lead the army forward and join the battle.

The letter was written, wax was dripped, and the family ring on the finger was stamped. When he asked his wizard to deliver the letter, Farrell sat in his tent, hating his own slow response.

Victor. Hugo had been building forts on the border since last winter, and it turned out that he actually did. Although the nobles of the Northland also followed suit and began to repair, it was too late.

The fortress of the fog was repaired, and the battle took place in the territory of the nobles. Cold Wind City can also continue to engage in production and construction and continue to train the army. Judging from the information sent back by various secret agents, Victor. Hugo's methods of exploiting the people were more ferocious than those of the nobility.

But the poor ghosts of the Northland are still running towards Coldwind City, and entering Coldwind City is like entering heaven. They willingly worked for the 'man-eating demons', planting farmland, building equipment, and enlisting in the army.

The reason is simple, without the exploitation of the aristocracy, Victor. Hugo squeezed harder, and the living standards of the bottom population have been greatly improved.

The amount of food you eat every day has increased dramatically, not to mention the improvement of medical security and personal status. Last winter, the poor ghosts found themselves far less likely to freeze to death.

Keep it like this, Victor. Hugo can really be an enemy and not afraid of siege. This year, the nobles will not fight him, and it will be he who will take the initiative to fight the nobles next year.

"No wonder this guy won't make any compromises with the Northland nobles." Farrell closed his eyes slightly, and sorted out the current situation in his mind, "With this commanding ability, it is natural to expand externally, who will be equal to others?" ”

Coldwind City's side seems to be defensive, but it is actually attacking. The nobles of the Northland seem to be attacking, but they are actually desperately defending.

Farrell arrived with more than 2,000 troops from Rocky Beach, fifty kilometers away, which was already the maximum logistical limit that the wizards in the army could maintain. Only a thousand people are needed in the dense fog fortress to defend safely and steadily.

Attacking is the need for more troops. More than two thousand people in Farrell were not enough, at least more than five thousand were needed to neutralize the opponent's defensive and equipment superiority.

The letter was sent by the wizard's pet to the Rocky Beach Fortress, drilled into the fort's newly built spire, passed through the tower's intricate attics and corridors, and underwent multiple examinations before being placed in Friedman. At the table in Bouch.

The newly built fortress is not as spacious as the Banshee Castle City Lord's Mansion, but the study room where the commander-in-chief is located is still luxurious. Illuminated by the magic lamp, Friedman examined the magical imprint that Farrell had imprinted on the letter, opened it and read it.

There is nothing to say about the content of the letter, only to elicit a whole sigh. But as Friedman reads, the light in the study suddenly distorts and dims, and a monstrous body with green scales emerges from the shadows.

The tall six-armed snake demon loomed. It wagged its tail, spat out snake letters, stared vertically at Friedman's skull, and let out a mocking sound, "Without outside help, you nobles are dead." ”

Friedman was reading the letter word for word, deaf to him.

"Don't pretend to be calm, you can't hide it in front of my eyes, I know the heaviness of your heart. You need an army of demons to work for you, and I can provide it for free. ”

Halfway through the letter, Friedman already knew about it. He still didn't look up, and refused indifferently: "You want my soul, it's delusional."

If you want to take revenge on the hatred of your ancestors who imprisoned you, I won't give you a chance. I just need you to obey orders and fight for me. You don't have to think about the rest. ”

The six-armed snake demon laughed uncontrollably, laughter that ran through the thick walls and reverberated back and forth in the rocky beach fortress, "Humans, you always overestimate yourself and underestimate us demons.

Do you really think that your ancestors defeated me? Time is nothing but a long journey with no end in sight for the demon, and victory or defeat is just a game. If you perform well and make me happy, what if I reward you? ”

The snake demon's body changed with laughter, her six arms fused into one, her green scales turned into smooth and bare skin, the snake's tail turned into slender and powerful thighs, her body shrunk and became concave and convex, only the evil vertical stone remained unchanged.

The High Demon wrapped his arms around Friedman's stout body from behind and whispered in his ear, "I know you're greedy for pleasure, but you don't know what true enjoyment is.

For example, the maid next to you is too bad, and her appearance and figure skills are not worth mentioning.

Know about succubi? As long as you nod your head, I will not only give you a thousand heroic and fearless demon cannon fodder, but also let you appreciate the most wonderful love in the world. ”

The snake demon's hands roamed over Friedman's body, teasing his lust. The nobleman's face trembled, struggling to resist the temptation of demonic words.

He knew he had to refuse, but his willpower melted faster than he could have imagined. His consciousness struggled, resisting, but the flushed face and heavy breathing showed what he really thought.

"Get out of ......," Friedman yelled, pushing the snake demon behind him hard. He turned around and wanted to curse a few times, but saw the snake demon turn into a weak maid and fall to the ground, looking at him pitifully.

Friedman liked the tone.

The next day, ......, a thousand Bad Demon cannon fodder projected from the abyss and joined Farrell's command.