Before he could finish speaking, a sharp arrow flew from the dark woods, aiming at Elsa, who was focused on Cheese. But before the arrow could drink blood, it was grabbed by a big hand, and the arrow stopped in front of the red fox's throat and could not move forward again.

"Everyone, take cover!" shouted the dwarven lord with the arrow in his hand, pulling the cheese over and throwing him to Elsa's care. As for Andrei himself, he reached out and grabbed the bearskin cloak in front of him. The tanned bear skin is enough to keep arrows out.

"Who is going to attack us here? Could it be that the Kingdom has sent an assassin to assassinate Cheese?" asked Lothar, who was hiding behind the barrel. In today's situation, it is hard to imagine anyone who would dare to attack these people so rashly, as for the ordinary bandit thugs, who were either torn to pieces by the hungry nezumi plague, or surrendered early to seek refuge. After all, a self-built wooden fence can't stop the tide of ratmen.

The dwarf sneered at the Earl of Black Mountain's question, he swept the arrow in his hand, used it upside down as a dagger, and said in a contemptuous tone, "Don't worry, just help the wild dogs who will come out in the spring to find trouble." ”

Most of the people present quickly understood what the Grand Duke meant. In the spring, the nomadic tribes of the steppes in the northwestern part of the kingdom are the ones who attack passers-by like wild dogs. Counting the days, it is indeed the time of the annual raids, and the Iron Fort, as an important place that must be built, has always been the object of nomadic patronage, and it is reasonable that there will be enemies at this time.

"Wild dogs can't hurt mages. The Count glanced at Cheese, who was hiding with Elsa covering his wounds, and he was curious that with the strength of the Nezumi Guardian today, ordinary assassins would not be able to harm him. Not to mention making him bleed. It's not something that a group of nomads can do.

It may have been the conversation between the dwarves and Lothar that revealed their location, and the sound of a bowstring sounded, and several arrows appeared on Andrei's bearskin cloak and the barrel beside the Count. However, the nomads' arrows were much shorter than those commonly used in the kingdom in order to meet the needs of mounted archery, and the bows they used were also lighter and could not provide enough kinetic energy, which combined to reduce the penetration of arrows a lot, at least at the current distance.

"No matter how he got hurt, we're going to have to get rid of these guys first. The networm calmly made the most practical proposal. As a mercenary, even if the opponent is weak, you must be vigilant, and any carelessness may become the last time in your life. She'd seen too many people fall because of the underestimation of the enemy.

"Makes sense. Lothar nodded, but if you want to fight the enemy, you must at least have a weapon. The Count poked his head out slightly, looked at the tomahawk on a log not far away, and he couldn't reach for it. Fortunately, Lothar quickly realized that unlike the cover of other teammates, the barrel in front of him could be moved. The Count carefully knocked down the barrel, and the whole man was half-lying on the ground, allowing the rolling bunker to open a safe passage for his own advance.

Of course, moving targets were hit the most, with more arrows hitting the barrels, releasing the liquid that had been stored inside, and the rich aroma of wine spread along the trails of water on the ground. "Goat's beard, that's my last barrel of good wine! What a waste is a crime! Those fellows have no idea what they're doing!" the dwarf's scolding was particularly harsh in the tense atmosphere. Having already touched the weapon, Heather reluctantly threw a short sword to her lord, the dwarven warhammer was too heavy for her.

"Three to the east, two to the south, and three more to the west, but I feel like there's one guy in the group on the west side that's not quite right. Jack's eyes glowed with a ghostly green glow, and he had found traces of the nomads by their scent. It's just that one of the people in the group to the west smells strange to Wolfwalkers, and that's not what a human should smell.

"It's the Skinner, and some call them the Skinwalker or whatever, and he's the one who wounded me. Magic doesn't work against him, and so does ordinary iron, and only you and Mona can confront him head-on. Cheese leaned his back against the log, blood slowly flowing from under his palm, unable to stop Elsa from treating the wound. The mage inhaled heavily to ensure that his airways were not blocked by blood, "It's useless, the wounds caused by the Skinned One can only heal if he dies." As long as he lives, my wounds will continue to bleed. ”

"It doesn't sound like fun. When I get rid of him, you'd better explain why such a guy is here. Jack said as the teeth in his mouth began to grow slowly.

"Be careful, he's not human anymore. Cheese reminded that he didn't want the Wolfwalker to cause an accident because of his carelessness. The Skinners are capable of killing werewolves realistically, as they are not physically comparable, and even have a slight advantage over the former.

Alexander's head wolf rose from behind cover, and two arrows stabbed him in the torso one after the other, but the mortal iron weapon could not hurt the wolfwalker's skin. Jack used his clawed hand to remove the arrow that hung the hair on his chest and folded it into two pieces with one hand, turned his head to look at the mage, and smiled hideously, "What a coincidence, neither am I." With that, the figure of the werewolf rushed into the night, and Mona immediately followed, and soon the exclamations and shouts of nomads were heard in the grass to the west.

"He just said there were three on the east side. "The Count of Montenegro was no one to be left behind, he grimaced at the dwarf, and then rushed to the grass to the east without looking back. The networm drew her dagger and tilted her head, she didn't really like to fight in the dark, but she didn't want any accidents from Lothar.

Seeing this, Andrei hurried towards the grass to the south, but happened to bump into Kalus, who was walking towards him. The sword and dagger in the Demon Spawn's hand were dripping with beads of blood, and there was no doubt that they belonged to the enemy that was supposed to be the target of the dwarves. He looked down at the dwarf who was glaring at him and shrugged, "I went over when you said to find cover, but you were slow. ”

Grand Duke Hammer opened his mouth to say something, but he heard a loud "boom!", and a figure flew from the west, breaking a tree the waist thickness of an adult next to the camp. If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely be dead this time, and even if he was a wolfwalker, Jack didn't feel good. He struggled to his feet, remaining half-human, half-wolf, "Several, I think we might need some help. ”