Glenn was a thief, the head of a branch of the Thieves' Guild, he could not be innocent, he had killed old men, children, men and women, innocent people (most of them) and guilty people (strangely there were not as few such people as one might think), he had been ordered to kill by the Sanhedrin, he had killed for a reward, or for his own selfish desires, he had killed his enemies and his benefactors, and he had accumulated enough bones on his hands to fill his room.

But it was the first time he had faced war head-on.

Unlike the small, sneaky battles of the guild (although at the time, the operation of more than fifty men was a thrilling and massive battle for Gülen), and unlike the tentative battles he had experienced outside the walls of Thundercastle before, the soldiers, people, and knights of Thundercastle faced a real war.

No, it was not as magnificent as the troubadours sang, on the contrary, it was ugly, dirty, hopeless, and tireary—no splendid banners, no shining armor, no tearful beauties holding roses to see off their beloved knights, not even rousing speeches, no impassioned music, not even a look worth describing, only death and imminent death.

Humanity has regained the first wall, but only temporarily, look at the orcs clinging to the walls! they are as dense and omnipresent as the flies that cover the legs of a cow. Dead orcs and humans were dragged to the walls and piled up, their blood quickly congealing in the bitter cold, making the ladder made of corpses hard and solid, and some orcs chopped off the claws of their dead counterparts and used them as chain balls—filthy claws as sharp as small daggers, even if they were only scratched a little, and without the priest's timely treatment, the poison hidden in them that made humans heat and vomit would have killed a strong knight— In addition to claws, the heads and internal organs of dead orcs and humans were thrown into the walls instead of stone balls, the former bringing blight and the latter causing fear.

There is little strategy to be said about this war, and there is no longer a need for it, and the ratio of human to orc combat power is one to three - a human soldier needs to face two or more orcs at the same time, their strength is almost exhausted, and the enemy is endless.

Gülen found Berdwin on the second wall.

The corpses of the orcs from the outer forts before the first capture of the two walls had not yet been cleared, and the flames were still alive in some places, black smoke was billowing and the smell was not as pronounced as it had been at the beginning - for the double walls were now littered with flames, blood, and corpses.

"Why did they let you come?" asked the knight beside Bedwin, "what about our soldiers and mages?"

"There are three red robes and one gray robe," Gülen said, moving his body unnaturally, the white light that had not yet dissipated made him feel uncomfortable, "and a hundred thieves who are good at hiding and assassinating. He pulled back his cloak so that they could clearly see his wounds, which had been scrawled but could still see how dangerous they were—his arteries and his heart below: "And I happen to be a thief." ”

Baldwin sighed wearily and was full of suspicion, "I thought you should have escaped far away than returned to this dangerous prison." ”

And Glenn only shrugged his shoulders slightly, if he could, of course he would be willing to get away from here as soon as possible- He pulled out a gold necklace from his pocket, and it hung a coat of arms inlaid with enamel and precious stones, which was the coat of arms of the family to which the prince's henchmen belonged, and Berdwin could have recognized it at a glance, if it had only been a coat of arms, perhaps Berdwin could have said that it had been stolen or taken from the corpse, but Glenn then produced a living evidence, the Gillie Owl of Kerryben, and he blew a small silver flute, and the little bird that looked like a fluffy ball flew in.

"I've heard of a spell that can confuse animals. A knight said.

"You can hide from the just and great Tyre—whatever you think," Glenn quipped, "but if you don't hurry, the humans of Thundercastle are going to die there, well, the ones you have to protect." ”

The knights' gaze at him showed that he was not trusted, and even though the detection spell cast by Baldwin showed that the thief was not lying, it could not guarantee that he would tell all the truth, or that every word would be true, but no one could afford to take the responsibility - and in the end they turned their gaze back to their master- The lord of Thundercastle sat on a rudimentary wooden chair, his forehead wounded, his wounds blackened with blood, his hair and beard disheveled, and his face unhealthy blue.

“...... What about the mages?" asked Berdwin.

A knight took a step forward, "resting," he said with a serious face, "but my lord ......"

"Ask Alfred and the two mages he has chosen to come here at once. "Maybe he's lying—but we're ......," said Berdwin, shaking his head again.

The mages arrived quickly, they looked in good spirits, and their black robes were neat and clean, the mage named Alfred was about forty years old, but the corners of his eyes and mouth were already covered with harsh wrinkles, and he had a gray-white goatee on his chin, and he looked Gülen up and down with a cautious gaze.

"Did you cast any spells?"

"Ah, here's the problem," Gülen replied unpleasantly, "I don't know—can you tell what spell I've been cast?"

And Gen Alfred just turned around and gave a mage salute to Berdwin, "We'll be back soon, sir." ”

"If that's true...... "You don't need to think about it, I don't want to put you in any restraint when you're bound to face such a formidable enemy," he said, "and he grabbed the mage's shoulders firmly, "I'll give them to you—and," he nodded to the servant beside him, "Ten knights and fifty soldiers, I'm sorry, I can't give you more." ”

“...... He walked with us. "Master Alfred demanded—a resentful thief, a poisonous nail, who would do no harm if left in this precarious place, and a human mage who had served in Thundercastle for more than a decade would not allow any undue danger to be around Berdwin - they didn't have the extra manpower to assign to this lowly fellow, not to mention that two knights had grown a large bag because of him, right in the back of his head, and he was still a little dizzy.

Gülen had no objection to that, he didn't think it would be much safer than in the cave.

"Lord Bodwin," Gülen suddenly asked, before leaving, "what would happen to me if I remained in your cell?"

"You'll be interrogated, every crime you've ever committed, down to the smallest detail — and then a fair trial. ”

"But whatever the offense — according to the Norman laws of the Highlands," Gülen said, "I have redeemed them." ”

"Yes," Berdwin said in a voice that was close to a whisper, "if that's the case...... You will be forgiven. ”

"Well, how did you know they were going to use this?"

The knight from the royal capital asked curiously, and about a horse body away from him, a soldier who had been transformed into a zombie was roaring and outstretching its claws at him, but unfortunately, its legs trapped in the dung mire were firmly entangled in the roots of the vines, and it was as tight as a strange-shaped bug, and its range of movement was limited to five feet, so that although it looked very hideous and terrifying, and strong, it could only threaten the insects that lived peacefully in bat droppings。

And around it, there was a surprising number of its kind, but they were not much better off, vines growing upwards and wrapping around their arms and teeth.

The people wept, but did not hesitate to cut off the heads of their former companions, friends, and relatives, perhaps because the heads were full of flowers, and the lich thought to himself that it was a good thing to be comforted not to see familiar faces.

"Oh, I guess that's common sense," the lich replied softly, "from the moment you saw the grey robes." "***I'm sorry, I've been busy with work in the past few days, and I'll be obedient at home the day after tomorrow - no notice......

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