"Hey, boy, you're not a blue elf, why are you mixed in with the blue elves, come to the brave dwarven ranger Skincut, and the skins will teach you how to kill your enemies."

Cha Taifei ran through the detour, and several creatures more than one meter tall jumped out of a stone house here, hula and ran forward in the blue goblin group, one of them was a guy with a full beard and yellow whirring, puffing out his arms and full biceps, brandishing a big axe that was half taller than him, and shouted at Cha Taifei.

"Dwarf, he's from my clan...."The old goblin shouted as he ran, probably trying to call Cha Taifei's name, but he didn't know it, and he kept stuck.

"Shawnim." Zha Taifei said.

"Yes, he's the Shawnim of my clan. Guy, you give me some death. ”

"Old goblin, you're not much taller than me."

"Huh, my Somla is as high as a god."

"You, our Eufredin are also a well-known hero."

"A dwarf hero is still a dwarf."

"Ah, Lao Tzu and you are consumed."

In the council hall halfway up the mountain in Cold Wind City, Sophia, a hero with golden hair and a square face, stood in front of the round table, looking at Dedema, Enima, and several other warriors, the corners of his mouth were a little dry, "The enemy army is fierce, our Eye of Detection has been destroyed by the other party, and the known enemy army has an angel, more than a dozen third-level griffins, and also saw a small number of knights and sacrifices. ”

There was silence throughout the chamber.

"Guys, what do you suggest?" Sophia didn't want to explain the strength of the enemy army, but, without saying anything, she hid it from the moment she saw in front of her, and when she looked back and saw the enemy army, the huge contrast made the hearts of these leaders in front of her collapse first, and the battle could not be fought.

But to be honest, it's even more chilling.

It was a seventh-level angel, eight fifth-level knights, sixteen fourth-level magic sacrifices, more than thirty third-level griffins, fifty or sixty-second level swordsmen, and more than three hundred first-level spearmen, and five or six hundred militiamen.

Relying on the three fourth-level deadwood guards in the city, three third-level Pegasus, and a dozen second-level dwarves, plus more than a hundred blue goblins, and about three hundred militiamen, can they hold Cold Wind City?

"We, or..." Someone stood up and spoke.

Sophia knows what he wants to say, and when he finally finishes, Sophia will announce the final decision. Since you don't even have the heart to fight, let's run away, after all, there are still a few hours before the enemy arrives.

The city is an empty shell. There's nothing left to keep.

To the north is the Frosty Foggy Snow Mountain Range, which is better in the summer, but in the winter, the city drips into ice, and it is not a place where people can stay at all.

In the past, it didn't matter if there was a raging wall fire in the room, but years of war had hollowed out the city.

Not to mention fuel, if she hadn't said she was Somla's great-granddaughter, and if she hadn't used her own money to barely make ends meet the worst hard bread a day, the blue goblins would have dispersed long ago.

But even this piece of hard bread is estimated to be terrible next month.

No money, no soldiers!

I don't remember when the finances were over. There is no reserve of strategic materials in the warehouse, and I don't know when the last military salary was paid.

The rescue of Cold Moon City has been delayed again.

In the end, can we only rely on those 300 militias who have not been trained, who cannot wear armor, and who are not fully armed, to ignite their little blood to guard their families and fight against the enemy's cold blades?

But, I'm really unwilling! What a glorious castle this once was, did she really want to take her last breath in her hands? Sophia gritted her teeth, not wanting tears to flow.

Force? Where the hell are you? Please give me a little guidance! As long as one person says not to escape, she will defend the city even if she dies in battle.

"We're still..."

Another man stood up. Sophia looked at him stunned.

"Yes . . . While it's still on..."

Sophia felt that she couldn't hear each other clearly, and the whole room was a little spinning.

Suddenly, with a thud.

Dedemar slapped the table and stood up suddenly. "No, we're not running away."

Sophia looked over. This is the existence with the highest magic level among the few remaining mages in the Magic Tower of Cold Wind City, and he also said that he was going to escape. Then let's run away.

"Escape. Don't run away! The thought had not yet turned back, and the corners of her mouth were still preparing to utter the syllables that had been prepared before, but suddenly Sophia realized what Dedemar was talking about.

"If you don't escape, you die." The first man shouted excitedly, "Lord Sophia, while there is still some time, run away!" The man prayed.

This is a centurion, and Sophia does not want to remember his name, "No, if you don't run away, even if you die, I will die on the city wall." Sophia said through gritted teeth. Just now she prayed to the god of force, and the god of force gave her a response.

"If you don't run away, how can you fight? One angel can kill us all. The man shouted.

"We, there is still hope!" Dedema answered.

"Where is the hope?" The centurion asked aloud.

It is impossible for a person who has comprehended the ultimate meaning of magic not to be a hero, and it is definitely a hero above the advanced level. A junior hero, saying that the talent only reaches the primary, can only map two percent of the strength out, but a high-level, can map five percent, and the talent effect can also be stacked. In other words, if two talents reach the advanced talent, they can map ten percent!

Moreover, those who have mastered the ultimate meaning of magic will inevitably have two talents that are advanced or above, magical talents and a certain magical talent!

Several times the strength of a junior hero! Ten percent more mapping! If only the high-level heroes were deserved...!

Don't be too dick! That's hope!

But Dedema is not easy to say. Because Dedema didn't know why, Kai Xiancha Taifei said that he didn't know magic. Since Cha Taifei deliberately concealed it first, he naturally had his intentions.

Dedema glanced at Sophia, but the other party did not respond, Dedemar hesitated and shouted loudly, "Yes, in my heart!" ”

"Why did we change the name of the City of Freedom, we are in order to live freely between the blue sky and snow, if not, why should we resist, is our persistence still meaningful?" Dedema continued to shout.

"You're." The first centurion shouted.

"No, you're," the other centurion, who had also called out at first, stood up, "instead of living, let's have a vigorous fight, a fist-to-flesh battle, we have all forgotten what our ancestors once said, the shouts that have been made, the city song of Cold Wind City has not sounded for a long time." ”

"Give birth to this mountain, protect me this city, and stay together for the rest of my life. The blue sky and white snow do not block my heart, but I miss my homeland and never abandon it. Black rock and thin soil, thick my heart, I wish my homeland, heaven and earth! The moon is bright and the stars are scarce, according to my heart, the sea is deep and the forest is far away, and the cold wind is in my heart! ”

The low singing voice in the hall echoed, spread out, spread throughout Cold Wind City, and the heavens and the earth began to sing and echo!

"Protect me from the cold wind, and I won't retreat." Someone started shouting, and more people started shouting.

Sophia clenched her fists, tears streaming down her face.