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Stepping on the crumbling corpses of earth-elemental creatures and leaping up the walls, if it were just a dinosaur, or any kind of military that people are familiar with and prepared, the resistors may not be so helpless, they find themselves fighting against so many kinds of enemies, they have to be wary of the daggers of thieves, but also beware of the minions of orcs, half-giants, or giants' stone hammers can fall from a high place at any time, in contrast, the triangular thorns and crossbow arrows of goblins and gnomes are always ready to take their lives, and inexperienced spellcasters do not even know what spells to choose, humans, orcs and giantsGoblins and gnomes have different resistances, and the small, evil creatures run between everyone's legs, and people fall all the time, blood flowing from behind their knees or more importantly.

The fat warlock's sweat ran down his forehead and back, his hair was wet and clinging to his scalp, and with a wave of his arm, a mage whose heel had been severed by a goblin was jerked to one side, thus saving him from being crushed by the orc's flail, but it also gave him a passionate kiss on the toes of a giant, but fortunately the time was short, but it also allowed the mage to tear open the scroll, and with a flash of light, he flew up, and the gnome crossbow arrows immediately whistled and rushed towards him, and a slender crossbow arrow less than the length of an adult's palm struck him。 Perhaps it was the relationship between the god of fate who was smiling at him, among the two crossbow arrows quenched with poison and narcotic drugs, he met the latter, this mage flew crookedly for a while, fell on the inside of the city wall, the fat warlock kept an eye on him, and finally breathed a sigh of relief after seeing two priests running over to catch him, his gaze unintentionally swept to the right, where lay several soldiers, they looked like a blood-soaked skin, in fact, he hesitated when casting this spell he could also save these people, but in an undisclosed meeting, the value of all was evaluated, the caster, the knight, the soldiers are well aware of what kind of people will be included in the ranks of priority rescue.

Although the consuls and councilors were in the ranks, their positions were not the highest, the first were the priests, then the warlocks and mages, then the knights in command, and then the archons and councilors, which was a bit unexpected by the fat warlock, but he immediately understood that those who did not want to share their survival with the city-state had long since disappeared, as he originally intended, the others were left for the city-state, they had the consciousness of sacrificing their dignity and life, and of course they would not foolishly put themselves before the spellcaster and knights, they were the strongest and most important walls of the city-state。

The runes on the fat warlock's body flickered, and in a moment, he paid for his carelessness, a heavy stone hammer struck him in the side, and he flew out, without a little strength of his own, and slammed straight into a broken stone brick, it had just been burned by the flames, charred and scorching, and a sharp pain came from the fat warlock's back, and then while he struggled to make a gesture, a fat goblin might be the leader of the goblins, and only the strongest and brute of the goblins could eat the most food jumped on him, and this jump broke the fat warlock's ribs, which pierced into the lungsHis lips opened before a violent cough erupted, and his throat felt like lava flowing, pink foam spilling out of his nostrils and mouth.

A large hand lifted the goblin, and it danced in the air in protest, and the protest soon died down, and the giant's mouth opened wide as if a human were carrying a bunch of grapes, and he pinched the goblin's head, first biting off its left foot, then its right foot, then its left and right hand, then the part below the waist, and the part above the waist, and the head, and the goblin's internal organs and blood fell on the fat warlock's face and body. It's hard to describe, and that's why, despite the constant running of orcs and humans, or more goblins around the caster, no one dares to compete with the giants for the stench and smell of blood.

When the giant bent down again, the fat warlock thought that he was going to die, he smelled the smell of the giant's mouth, the smell was worse than the goblin's internal organs, the pain in the fat warlock's head was even stronger than the one in his chest, and he grabbed his pendant hard, there was a powerful magic hidden there, but he didn't have the strength to throw it away now, so the result was that the giant and he would enter the mourning wasteland at the same time. There was nothing wrong with that, he thought, although the goblin was fat, he was at least four or five times as fat, which meant that the giant's meal time was much longer, and it was not bad to be able to die without having to endure such a long torture.

He opened his eyes, the goblin's blood mixed with sweat flowed into his eyes, time seemed to slow down, he stared at the giant, and then he saw the giant show a strange look, the huge monster paused, raised its head, as if to turn around to look behind him, but there seemed to be only so much he could do, the giant maintained the previous bent knee posture and slowly fell down his body covering the entire sky, and finally he fell on the wall, his shoulders resting on the battlement, his chest formed a small triangle between his chest and the battlement, and the fat warlock gasped, his eyes were sore。

A man dressed in a gray blanket robe, with boots and a small serrated shield and no less than a dozen weapons hanging from his belt, not at all like a fellow of the Ilmotes, casually cut off the head of a half-orc who wanted to take advantage of the giant's prey, and then bent down and glanced at the fat warlock, "My friend," he said, "can you still act on your own?"

The fat warlock nodded, if he was in a safe and comfortable place, he would have yelled and asked people to carry him out with a bed, but for now he could only take out a bottle of healing potion and drink it himself, and then hold it down on his chest, the warlock's innate talent allowed him to move small objects without being able to see, and what he had to do was very simple, just move the rib that had pierced his lung to a less important place, so as not to cause more damage when walking and running.

Once that was done, he crawled out of the stinking shelter with his hands and feet, and in a short time a low wall of orcs, goblins, or mongrels had piled up, "We should go!" shouted Elmot's followers, only to see that he had a companion, who was standing on the back of the giant, and drew his short sword from the back of his neck: "The bones are clamped." ”

"Don't ask for it. His companion said.

"This is what the Mentor gave me!" said the man, man, as he circled no less than three enemies with a dexterity that butterflies could match.

"Believe that your mentor would prefer to see you," his companion shouted, "rather than a dagger!"

"I'll come, I'll come," said the fat warlock hurriedly, "just a small spell." He bent his fingers, and the dagger leaped to the ground and landed right in the hands of its master, and he spun on the spot like a dance, the silver blade leaving a dazzling circle of light in the fat warlock's gray vision, and beyond the circle of light were the enemy who had fallen down by the throat.

When the follower of Ilmut jumped down, the hood flew up, and the fat warlock clearly saw a tattoo of a gray teardrop tattooed under his eye, which was only Ilmot

Only the high priests of Elmot will have,

One may wonder why a priest can be as skilled as a knight or an assassin, but it would not be surprising if it was Ilmot, who was known for his mildness and forgiveness, but he had a ruthlessness and brutality comparable to that of the wicked. During these ten days, they can no longer pray to Ilmot, which is said to avoid the burnout of faith in the long penance, but there is a greater acceptance of the idea that during these ten days, the priests of Ilmote can do things that are not approved of by Ilmot, such as assassinating a tyrant, instead of trying to influence and persuade him.

The priests of the gods who were hostile to Ilmot had laughed at this practice as extremely hypocritical and shameless, but the priests of Ilmut did not seem to care, and if they were to be slandered and ridiculed, they would not have been able to become followers of Ilmot, as even Froult had a temple of alabaster, and the temple of Ilmut was for the most part just an ordinary dwelling with mud and grass clippings on the walls.

The two Ilmot priests finally ran away with the Fat Warlock, "What are we?" the Fat Warlock asked breathlessly, noticing that there were fewer and fewer enemies around him, while more and more people were running with them.

"Commendable. Kelmen said that the wind would tear words apart in the air, but he didn't seem to care about wasting a spell: "We probably should have done this in the first place, and the scum should have let the scum deal with it." ”

The three of them were perhaps the most idle, and the temporary leader of the Dragonthorn thought boredly that their mission was to serve as eyes for the young red dragon. Ears and shields, and maybe spears or something, but now that humans were busy dealing with the goblins, and when the enemies and vassals were all mixed together, even the flames of the red dragon were useless, and he looked at one end of the wall, and then the other, and in their field of vision, there were no less than three towering arrow towers, one of which had been destroyed by the red dragon, and could there be a huge ballista used to hunt the red dragon hidden inside? He was a little nervous, but after glancing at the red dragon crouching over their heads, a lonely shale with his front paws crossed, he was careful to keep his tongue to himself.

He shifted his gaze to the battlefield, even if the body of the earth elemental creature collapsed, it still looked like a narrow mountain, and the mountain that cut this mountain was the human wall, its special jagged shape allowed the protruding parts on both sides to accommodate enough humans to stand on it and shoot arrows at the onrushing monsters, if it weren't for the fact that the number of vassal legions had been swelling for fifty years, they might be able to continue to fantasize, for example, they could repel the Grenadas but there were too many, the red dragon was almost unselective about the vassal legions, anyway, it only took a very low cost to raise them, and the red dragon and its descendants had enough deterrent power to ensure that they would not riotThe countless human slaves were able to provide them with plenty of food and a regular pastime, and as for the shelter, Grenarda was mostly deserts and lonely mountains.

A clear space could already be clearly discerned on the walls, filled with screaming goblins, orcs, and giants, which spread rapidly to both sides like flowing into a dry river, and the people of the Longshan Kingdom seemed to have to retreat.

"They may want to retreat to the Arrow Tower. The leader of the dragon thorn said.

"Maybe not. The black-haired Dragonborn said. He rarely spoke, so Kelmen and the Leader of the Dragonthorn looked at him together, Kelmen with hatred and hidden fear, and the other with a smile of unknown meaning.

But Cremar didn't continue, he looked at the humans, they retreated to the nearest arrow tower, even the one that had been destroyed by the red dragon, the door on the arrow tower was fifteen feet above the ground, the rudimentary slope had been erected, the mages stayed behind, they cast spells, and they formed a barrier so that they would not get too close to the enemy, and the last mage retreated into the arrow tower, and the slope was concentrated by a cloud of flames, and it burned.

The vassals weren't so disappointed, the giants could just raise their arms to touch the door that didn't look solid, and they did the same, waving stone hammers or fists, their bodies clinging to the cold walls, their noses twitching, their eyes red with excitement, and beneath their feet, orcs and goblins clamouring wildly.

In the shadows cast by the giants, the dwarves' delicate brackets turned, and the gears made only a small gurgling sound, and even if there was silence all around, the monsters who were being manipulated by desire might not be able to hear these sounds, let alone now.

No one saw that the corners of dozens of stone bricks suddenly recessed, three heights, corresponding to the giant's waist, the orc's chest, and the goblin's head.

Tomorrow morning at ten o'clock to see where the welfare magical beasts go to the same people.,The ^^ of the second secondary is to be continued.。