readx;? In the days of Morton and Berdwin, every late autumn, soldiers would be sent out to uproot the grass and trees within fifty feet of the city walls, and then the thatch that had been dried by the wind and the sun would be ignited, and the fire spread rapidly, from one end of the pass to the outside of the pass, sometimes they would burn for many days, until the temperature dropped, and the frost and snow covered the ground, and sometimes they went out quickly, and the mages on the walls would report this situation that made them vigilant. Because if the thatch is extinguished within a day or two, it can only be said that it touches the edge of the orc tribe - when the orcs are stationed, their livestock and slaves will eat up the thatch around them, and if the priests of the tribe find the flames approaching, then they will also pray to the orc god Kawulu to send down a magic spell, maybe just a sticky, foul-smelling rain to ensure that their tribe is not infested by fire and black smoke. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But when Dylan was in control of this place, the people who dared to mention that Berdwin and Morton were all dead or expelled, and some, although they also mentioned the burning of the pass, but because Dylan was busy setting up the magic circle at that time, he just put it down as soon as he heard it, and the mage who made the suggestion did not know if Dylan knew that this was the experience accumulated by the owners of the previous two realms, and out of timidity, they chose to keep silent very wisely- Since they haven't left Thundercastle and are willing to serve the new lord, it shows that they won't be naïve and upright. Later, the attack of the orcs came as expected, and they were reassured that Dylan's magic and formation were indeed as invulnerable as everyone expected, and the orcs could not even touch the walls and soldiers, and could only shout and beat with bared teeth outside the transparent barrier, but the catapults and spears, arrows, and even fireballs, lightning and freezing erected on the triple wall could cause irreparable damage to the orcs.

The blood of the orcs soaked the land of the pass, and the soldiers burned the ugly corpses on the spot, and the ashes of the bones and flesh were swept by the wind in the thatch, which grew up to the waist of the man in June, and by October the thatch was almost as high as the chest of a man, and as dense as rain, they supported each other, and when the caravan walked in it, it was like splitting the turquoise waves, and as soon as it passed here, the rear disappeared without leaving a trace. In frosty weather, they turn flaxen and gold, and are covered with a heavy frost cover, which melts during the day and flows along the grass stems to the earth, and at night these wet stems freeze.

The thatch froze in this way made the soldiers even more reluctant to dispose of it, and they would not only scratch the clothes, but also the skin in the clothes. Now, in Raid Castle, the soldiers are no longer objects of respect and envy, but the mages are, and all the resources are leaning towards them without limits - but the soldiers think that it is more likely that the acting lords of Thunder Castle are always enriching themselves by any means necessary, and in any case, what is the use of the arrogant mages who want the soldiers from linen, wooden boots, accessories for weapons and equipment, ale or bread, and a silver coin or two? They don't even bother to look at it.

But these were very important to the soldiers, who had no linen and clog-soled boots, and of course cared more about what they had before, so that no soldier was willing to do the various fortifications that had to be strengthened and rebuilt every year while Berdwin was still around, and without new accessories, they naturally stopped caring about the bows and crossbows. Catapults and spears, magic has replaced them anyway, and without ale and bread, they try to reduce their own consumption, such as in the past, if they were caught, they would be punished with twenty to fifty lashes, and in severe cases, they would even be executed, for example, as the soldier's companion had just proposed, going to a sheltered place to sleep for a while had become a small thing that would happen at any time, and even if the knights and captains saw it, they would only turn their heads blankly, why bother, everyone knew that the reason why they were still there was purely because there were no soldiers and knights on the city walls was too ugly。

And just under these thatched grasses, are the monsters that have finally been released, they are the creation of red robes and devils, with the blood of humans and orcs, eating their mother's blood and flesh to grow, in just a few months, their number has been able to equal to the orc soldiers, and since the last batch of female **** After their deaths, their supervision was changed from orcs to warlocks and mages, otherwise they could jump out of the high fence at any time, grab any living creature and bite and devour it, and after the priest and, of course, at the signal of Gersh, after choosing a day to attack, even the orcs lowered their tense shoulders, knowing that although they were careful, there was still a "sheepfold" The monsters escaped, destroying fifty tents in less than a finger, and making it a meal for both orc warriors and slaves, leaving not a single bone behind.

And they have the wisdom of man, or more cunning than man, and the instinct of a beast, and no one has taught them what they should do, but they are born to be quiet, to bow down, and not to attract anyone's attention- They huddle next to each other, but they will only devour their own kind if their companions have been seriously injured or dead, nor will they focus on one prey one by one, but will bite to death the existing, warm, moving, flesh and blood things that are available, and then they will slowly divide them. It was for this reason that the fifty tents had been lost so quickly, and so peacefully, and that they were now driven into the pass by the mages and warlocks, and did not stand up stupidly, and looked around, or did anything else that would alert their prey, or rather, they kept bending their backs, and at the sight of the thatch, they immediately burrowed into it, and hid themselves. In the dark, they can see like orcs, but they don't need eyes anymore, they have a sense of smell like hyenas vultures, and they know that behind the heavy stone bricks, there is their favorite food.

The absent-minded soldier was the first to notice that something was wrong, for the thatch, though it hid everything that was unusual, the ripples that were different from those caused by the wind made his eyes wide, and where the walls cast a shadow, the ripples disappeared, and he stood there, leaning out of the battlements, searching everywhere.

His companion, who was also his wife's brother, let out a sudden cry of terror, and before the soldier could react to what had happened, he was grabbed by the neck and fell with the people behind him, and just above him, in the light of the torches, a monster was crawling in the air—no, he was not mistaken, it was suspended in the air, like a lizard lying on a glass roof, and the barrier of magic kept it out.

The man behind him gasped violently, and then the soldier heard him laugh, though the laughter still trembled with fear, but in any case, it was a laugh: "Too...... Awesome......" the soldier could hear it was their captain's voice, "that's great...... "The captain's hand touched the back of the soldier's neck, and the soldier realized that his fingers were cold like a dead man," ......said the captain. Wonderful," the captain continued, "this is ...... Magic, right?"

"Yes. The soldier said in awe.

Such a commotion spread throughout the Triple Wall, and the pre-erected torches were lit one after the other, and the walls were suddenly as bright as day, and what one saw was a monster like ants around a drop of honey, lying on top of the transparent barrier, two, or three, or maybe eight of them, their eyes purring and looking at the situation below, and they were so close to the human race, so close that they were ridiculous specimens, and the human beings could clearly see every inch of their appearance and construction. The bodies of these monsters resemble humans, but their heads resemble birds or crocodiles that are elongated from their beaks, and their mouths are full of fangs when they are called long snouts, and their salmon-red tongues can be curled up and hidden in their nose bones, or they can be ejected like spears, their arms and legs are hard to distinguish, and the number of fingers and toes is different, the only thing they have in common is that they all have curved claws, which scratch at the barrier, trying to destroy them, but no, yes, not a single scar。

The mage's apprentices were running across the walls, and several mages and warlocks soon appeared, and they responded with extreme contempt and mockery to the horror and uneasiness of the mortals: "I don't see anything wrong, Your Excellency," said one of the warlocks to another warlock beside him, "what about you?"

"I can't find a reason why we're here, even though they describe it as if the walls have fallen and thousands of monsters have filled Thundercastle. ”

"A hundred sorry," said the knight, "but...... These things ......"

"It's just some deformity," said one of the warlocks, "and I am so troubled for His Highness Dylan, and for the future of His Majesty, that his knights are so timid that they should care so much about anything that they can't even touch him, and that ladies will not scream until the rats climb up their skirts." ”

His humiliation made the knight's face pale, he was still Dylan's knight, not Morton or Birdwin's, but the caster's position in Thundercastle was unshakable, and he could only bow his head respectfully and mumble some sorry words.

"All right," said one of the mages, "we have to forgive these mortals. He said, "I'll go to the central tower and have a look." He said the latter in silence, which the knights could not understand, but the casters could understand.

I don't think it's necessary, the warlock who had mocked the knight before said it in silence.

But they were so ugly, the Master said, I think I could skip tomorrow's breakfast when I saw them. The Warlock looked up, and he must admit that these things were not very good-looking, except for the distorted bodies and faces, their skin was dark and flesh-colored, smooth and hairless, only sores and sparse scales, and there was a translucent slime like slugs in the place that clinged to the barrier, and some well-known cracks and bumps, even the Warlock must admit that they were really unsightly, and if they were left like this, not only for breakfast, but also for lunch and dinner.

Whatever you want, he said in silence, then, I'll leave it to you?

Well, I'll leave it to me, the mage said nonchalantly, he's just going to warn him anyway.

The people of Thundercastle did not know where the central tower was, in the process of rebuilding the city, the classes were more strictly divided, merchants and commoners could not get close to the place where the spellcasters were, and the central tower, although it had such a name, it did not reach out to the sky and sunlight, but was deeply embedded in the cold earth of the Northland, and thousands of slaves died under this project, but in contrast, it was a miraculous structure, it was like a nest of termites with countless branches branched out from a main trunk, some of which were interconnected, some of which were not, and the end of the taproot, which was also the deepest, was a large roomEvery day, eight warlocks and mages supervise the entire array. The formation is like an invisible cube, enveloping the triple city wall and Thunder Castle under its power, and these spellcasters correspond to the eight points of this cube, in front of the round table around them, is a huge devil's paper, all the buildings and roads of Thunder Castle stand or stretch on the wriggling bone white paper, the crimson lines radiating from the central tower spread in all directions, like the root system of the bayonet vine, not letting go of any tiny place, and on the line, there are eight bright points of light, which is the key to the formation- Rune Disk.

The caster should pay attention to these eight points of light, they are the "corners" of this cube, once they are touched or attacked, they will flicker, at this time, they only need to move the light point, they can change the position of the rune disk, so as not to be destroyed by someone - what needs to be noted is that if one point of light moves, the other seven points of light must also be moved to the corresponding position, otherwise the formation will still be weakened or even disappeared - of course, such instant calculation is not a difficult task for mages.

Not to mention that mortals, even spellcasters who are not qualified to touch this secret cannot enter the central tower, but this mage is just as powerful and trustworthy as he retains a little human emotion - he has been working for Dylan's Chamber of Commerce for twenty years, and he didn't even enter that room, he simply sent a message. And in the next moment, the eyes of the soldiers and knights on the city wall widened in amazement, and the monsters that looked alive even if they were full of arrows or burned by torches suddenly let out a terrible cry and fell into the darkness, and after a slight flicker, even the blood and slime were cleared.

The crowd cheered with joy, and the mage heard someone shouting, "Long live King Dylon!" and he shook his head slightly, apparently first the orcs, then the monsters...... However, he also felt that what Morton and Baldwin had been able to do, His Highness Dylan should also be able to do.

A warlock passed him, and he glanced at it, recognizing it as Rika, a red-haired young man, probably a dragonborn, who had the same mentor as His Highness Dylan - and a companion of the mages on their shift, a tolerant and witty man, but now was not the time for their shift.

"If you want them to do something," said the master, "I have already said it." ”

"Oh," said Rika, "but I don't think what you told me should be the same thing." He stared at the mage, who suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, and out of the prudence of a spellcaster, his thumb pressed the ring on the finger of his other hand, which was a rune ring, and as soon as the gem shattered, a spell could protect him completely, but he suddenly stiffened, unable to move even a single strand of hair, and the two-headed viper Amoniz hissed triumphantly and slipped out from under the mage's robes— The little devil's venom can kill or paralyze humans instantly, and Amoniz can bite the mage to death, but Ricka doesn't allow it to take away his own pleasure - at least the extremely young caster smiles, and the mage discovers that he has a wine vortex when he smiles, which many people call a small bowl of honey, but Ricka is undoubtedly the most potent poison.

"Looks like you know what I'm going to do. "Don't worry, I'll put your soul in a gem, and you can see what is going to happen here - I promise it's going to be a very splendid sight." ”

He put his hand on the mage's neck, and wrung his own neck in his ridiculous expression, he was much more wary than the mage. (To be continued.) )