readx;? The soldiers on the triple wall watched the scene almost in fascination, the monsters swooping down like a tidal wave, and the barrier made of magic stood still like the strongest and tallest rock, flashing like stars frequently, and the flesh and blood of the monsters bloomed like flowers on the barrier, a scene they had seen in the previous winter, but this time it was more terrifying to mortals than the last, after all, the orcs still flinched and hesitated before suffering and death, but these monsters, they seemed to have only one purpose, and that was to break through the thing that had firmly separated them from the delicious and abundant food。 Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Nature.2

The frenzied pounce continued, but the humans had lost their initial fear, and several mages told the soldiers to gather their torches and observe the situation outside.

"Look," said the brother of the soldier's wife, and his closest friend, "these fellows are very smart." He dragged the reluctant soldier towards the battlement, Dylan had to be extremely stingy when determining the scope of the protective circle, after all, the materials consumed by the formation were too amazing, not to mention anything else, the criss-crossing Mithril lines alone were enough for a mage tower to complete the entire inner layer of decoration, so the barrier was only about three feet away from the battlement, and it was as close as if a monster could be caught in with a single stretch of hand, uh, or taken by it, its arms were much longer than humans.

As for what the daring companion said, it is difficult to say whether it was wisdom or instinct, for the soldier had also seen ants gather in swarms to form a dense cone, thus gaining a path to high places. Water or food, and these monsters do the same, when they realize that they can't touch the walls, they dig the ground first, the soil deep in the pass is similar to the rock, if not steel, when winter is coming, but it is only a small problem for the monsters, they quickly dig a tunnel that can allow a monster to pass through, but Dylan thought of this, the circle is a three-dimensional square, it is like a transparent cage shrouded in the outside of Thunder Castle.

The monsters then chose a different way, they climbed each other, kinked, grabbed each other, and in an instant, a crumbling tower towered in the darkness, from the tower to the spire, monsters kept falling, their height above the walls, but still unable to find a single gap - the caster and mortal who looked up at it all smiled happily.

"Where did they get these monsters?" muttered the soldier, but neither the Ugly Chicken nor the Elf were here, and his question was destined to go unanswered, and even if the monsters were as numerous as the droplets of water in the sea, from the very beginning, His Highness Dylan had calculated the strength from thirty days or more. Some people's hearts were involuntarily shaken, and now it seems that Dylan Donclay, or rather, Dylan Hyde, their new king is not necessarily wrong. When a lord receives someone else's domain, doesn't he always delete the original knights and soldiers? After all, it was not themselves who they were loyal to before, and if magic could repel the orcs, then the number of soldiers and knights really did not need to be as many as before, you know, the taxes of Thundercastle were not enough to bear this heavy burden, and part of the income of the Doncre family was filled every year into this giant mouth that seemed to never be satisfied, as well as the king of the royal capital, and the Norman lords and knights, who not only had to take out the gold, but also were responsible for providing knights, soldiers, armor, weapons and horses.

"Hey!" the soldier suddenly heard a shout, he withdrew his gaze, and then was taken aback, because his friend had stretched his entire upper body out of the battlement, and he was in high spirits and had a face-to-face "contact" with the monster outside the barrier, separated by an invisible wall, and when the monster grew more frantic at the sight of the live meat, he laughed and waved his hand for the soldier to do the same. And their captain gestured unhappily for the soldier to pull him down, and if it weren't for the fact that the latter had to hold torches for the spellcasters, he would have walked over himself and kicked the bastard in the ass a few times.

The soldier ran over, he stretched out his hand to his friend, and at this moment, a violent white light suddenly burst in front of his eyes, and he subconsciously closed his eyes, even so, the soldier's eyes were still white, as if it was noon, with his eyes closed and looking up at the scorching sun, a puff of hot water rushed to his face. The soldier's first thought was another prank, but he was bewildered that there was no cauldron of boiling water where they were, and he stretched out his arms and wiped his face, head, and ears, and only then did he smell the strong smell of blood, and the liquid that flowed into his eyes blurred his vision, but he could already see the empty walls—and in a few breaths, all of them disappeared without a trace as if they had been taken by the devil.

His eyes fell, and he saw that only half of his friend was left, and he could still recognize it, because his friend was wearing a pair of boots that were identical to his, and these boots were obtained from the merchant by them together using three full horned deerskins, inlaid with flashy gold trim, which he did not like, but his friends had to do it, and they were even ridiculed for the boots, they ...... Just the most ordinary soldiers.

The soldier turned, and he saw a monster, or rather, many monsters, with claws and long fanged kisses through the barrier they relied on and trusted, and they looked like raisins studded with bread, half on the outside, half on the inside, and the soldier's friend was swallowed by the first monster to pass through the barrier. The soldier seemed to hear the crisp sound of glass breaking, or maybe the ice melting, and the barrier finally shattered completely, and the monsters poured down like hail mixed with a torrential rain, and they fell to the hard ground unharmed, and one monster jumped over and bit the rest of the soldier's friend, while the others vaguely formed an encirclement of humanity.

Humanity unexpectedly felt a calm in their hearts, as if it had finally come to the end of the drama, a show that they thought was a comedy, but was in fact a tragedy: "Come on. He raised his spear, "You bastards!"

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Gersh watched from the top of the cliffs on either side of the pass, if the casters on the walls were calm enough, or if they weren't so selfish, the humans might have had the slightest respite, but they didn't, before the barrier shattered, they cast their spells and fled in a hurry, not bothering the knights and soldiers who were still holding torches for them, some of whom were immediately torn apart or dragged away, while others could only rush to the road or the arrow tower, but this only slightly delayed the inevitable death- When the barrier lost its ability to kill monsters, these monsters had already covered the sky above the city wall, and after the barrier disappeared, the towers that the monsters had built by clinging to each other suddenly collapsed, but in an instant, the humans lost even a foothold, and although the people who were lucky enough to escape into the arrow tower were still throwing crossbow arrows, spears and pouring grease and igniting fires, their resistance was only a drop in the bucket compared to the monsters that almost overlapped.

Several mages threw their spells at the monsters, but when one of the monsters jumped onto the top of the tower, and jumped, dozens of feet away, and jerked one of the mages down, no one stopped - the flash of magic devoured many monsters, but that was the last spell he could unleash, and the caster's flesh was no different from that of mortals, and if there was one, it could only be said that the flesh of a pampered caster would be fatter, Gersh thought maliciously - A third of the pass was still occupied by monsters, who drove them away, and orcs were not allowed to approach them, and these monsters would not distinguish between casters and mortals, nor between orcs and humans.

The only thing that bothered Gersh was that these monsters were too good at eating, and he was worried that when the orcs followed them all the way, they wouldn't be able to find even a single bone, after all, they tore the meat open and swallowed it, of course, the orcs could live on grain like humans, but his people were not horned deer and argali, and the occasional vegetarian diet was just to get rid of the filth from the body, and if it was like this for a long time, they would become weak, just like those humans.

Let's hope the Warlocks will be able to tame and dispose of the disgusting completely, as they promised, Gersh thought, he saw a strange light briefly rise and fall behind the triple wall, after all, there were still spellcasters in Raid Castle who had worked for Morton and Birdwin, and although they had turned their backs on Bedwin and offered their loyalty to Dylan instead, their families were in Thunder Castle, so they wouldn't, at least not back down in the first place. The red-robed people had no intention of bribing or assassinating them, and the monsters would have cleaned up all the living creatures in Thundercastle anyway - maybe one or two of them would slip through the net, but even if it was a spellcaster, the strength of one person was still extremely meager, and it would be an extremely ridiculous joke to try to shake the plans of the red-robes and the orcs.

When the orcs crossed the triple wall, and Gersh and the priests stepped on the stone brick floor of the inner city, he still felt a little incredible, it was as simple as that, and the king of the orcs looked around, wondering if the ground would shake as soon as he let his guard down, and then, as it did that time, the collapsed houses and the rolled ground buried the orcs in this ancient city. But he laughed almost immediately, if so, the price paid by humans would be too great, and nothing was more familiar with the smell of humans than the nose of an orc, and he could smell the bitterness of his gall, and the greasy smell of his liver, and the stench of his intestines full of temptation, accompanied by a strong smell of blood, although the monsters did not leave anything as he expected, Gersh said, their favorite food.

An orc screamed in amazement, and it turned out that he had appeared as a fallen monster.

"It's dead?" Gersh looked at Rika, the red-robed man who didn't know when he appeared, but he walked out of a small alley like a neighbor he met on a warm afternoon walk, "I didn't think you wanted them to live long." Rika said.

"It wasn't killed. Gersh could still see this: "Is it magic?"

"Magic can kill these cuties," Ricka said with seeming regret, "but it's not magic, and of course, it's not a human sword." ”

"What's that?"

Ricka didn't answer, a warlock behind him made a gesture, and under the vicious gaze of the priests, an invisible blade cut through the monster's high bulge, as if it was carrying a hundred little cubs, and with a sour smell, a large pile of meat slipped out of the cracked flesh, which was barely digested, only slightly viscous and blurry on the surface, and Gersh could even tell that there was a complete toddler among them, and he heard the priests around him swallowing saliva, although they had eaten hundreds of horned deer and argali, but this was the best part, second only to human females。

"Your Majesty," said Rika, "the stomachs of these monsters are infinite and finite, and they can swallow far more meat than they should in a short time, but when the time limit is up, their internal organs will stop making acid for digestion, but they will not feel full, and they will eat and eat until their internal organs are crushed and crushed by the meat they have swallowed." He smiled at Gersh, "So don't worry, there's going to be fresher and more abundant food waiting for you." ”

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"I want to eat a villain. An orc boy said.

"Is there anything you have to complain about if you have horned deer to eat?" said his mother, who was still very strong, so the orc boy just looked at her and said nothing, he had hoped to join the tribe of Gersh, the king of the orcs, but his tribe was so remote that merchants rarely passed here, and without merchants, he could not find his destination on his own in the plains like the vast sea, and no tribe would stay in one place for long.

"Can they defeat the humans?" said the orc boy after a while, unwillingly, "It is said that the dragon will help them this time, according to the priest." ”

"The priest is very old," said his mother, "and there is a good chance he misheard." ”

"That's the oracle of the mighty and cruel Kawuha!" the orc boy shouted, "There can be no mistake!"

His mother glared at him viciously, "The sacred Kauhae will never be questioned!I'm just talking about an orc!" she said as if quibbling, pulling out a burning twig and waving it threateningly, "Go out and bury the debris." ”

The orc boy walked out helplessly and angrily, the scraps were the bones and hooves of the leftover horned deer they had eaten, and if they were not dealt with, they would attract wolves. (To be continued.) )