"Enemy attack!"

Quietly leaving his lab, the lich Safi Frostfeather threw an arcane missile that hit an alarm bell that only an emergency could shake. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The bronze bell carved on the surface of the pendulum with a sound amplification array immediately sounded a deafening bell, and the calm Black Castle instantly woke up from its dead silence, but unfortunately due to the withdrawal of most of the elite guards, the remaining militia lacked relevant training, and hurriedly came out of the stable.

Some of them didn't even have their clothes on, their boots were left and right, their half-body armor was pulled in the room, and a few of them were easily dealt with by the passing orc wanderers, and the rookies who had not been on the battlefield were thrilled by blood and death fell into unprecedented fear and fled in all directions in a frenzy.

"Damn it!"

Fortunately, the owner of the Black Castle stayed in the capital of the principality, and the heavily hired spellcaster advisor, the lich who turned to study alchemy, was not arranged to protect someone every step of the way.

He was spurred on by the slaughter of lowly orc wanderers, and once upon a time, half-bloods who knelt on the ground and disdained were so horrific that they could calmly take their lives when they showed their sharp fangs to their former masters.

Safi Frost Feather is like a mountain stream sliding down the steps of the tower, and the black silk gold robe "Broken Lotus", which is as light as smoke, seems like a mist with the rhythm of his footsteps.

The shoulders are covered with large gray crow feathers, which are supple and flattened, and the light leather cuirass is decorated with a winged Ouroboros mark in the center, which is a testament to the totem worship that has gradually emerged in recent years as a full member of the secret organization "Death Mark", the feathered serpent god who is in charge of molting and rebirth.

Despite a small wave of elemental surges sweeping across the West, the cautious lich still reached into his waist pocket and took out a sheepskin scroll, which contained a high concentration of negative energy, imbued with an evil aura that could not be seen by ordinary people's eyes.

"Death's Hand!"

The sheepskin scroll slowly unfolded without wind to reveal its full appearance, and then it burned into flames, leaving no ashes behind, and Safi Frostfeather's left hand seemed to be coated with a black film of light, and he aimed his gaze at a half-orc twenty paces away, and held it in a false manner.

The wanderer who was killing the ground was suddenly electrocuted, unable to move his whole body, and then felt his heart pound and pound.

As the lich clenched his left hand, the slaughtering butcher's knife was stained with blood, and the excellent assassin who had harvested the militia with more than twelve heads went into cardiac arrest in an instant, and his stiff and tense body fell limply, and a wisp of scarlet blood mist rose from the corner of his mouth, which was immediately taken away by Safi Frostfeather.

Another half-orc wanderer, who cooperated with each other in pairs, saw his companion fall silently, and immediately realized that something was wrong, and searched around, and soon he found the lich who appeared in Xuanhe.

Remembering the advice of Chief Kruren Stoneheart, the Assassin, who had an equally good record, immediately threw a warning arrow into the sky, embedded in the end of the short arrow, and the bone whistle made of thin copper sheet emitted a terrible screech, alerting all his companions who had entered the Black Keep that a terrible enemy had appeared.

"Interesting!"

Once again, the lich pulls out a parchment scroll and infuses it with a casting fountain to complete the final link, unleashing arrows made of strong acid.

The caster's gaze was locked, and the orc wanderer had no way to dodge, but at the last moment, at the cost of torturing the knee ligaments, he dodged the strong acid arrow that pierced his chest.

Just passing by, the sharp arrow not only broke through the leather armor without magic protection, but also plowed a not shallow wound in the thick skin, and the residual acid strongly corroded the surrounding flesh and blood, emitting small pungent white smoke.

The severe pain continued to strike, and the orc wanderer did not hesitate to hold the short knife back, pick up a large piece of leather armor, dig up the whole wound, and the blood continued to seep out, so as to remove the harm of the residual strong acid from the wound to the body, and stop the loss in time.

Not daring to turn and flee, facing his back to the dreaded Lich Cacher, the Assassin retreated backwards, using his surroundings and the bodies of the militia scurrying around.

At the sound of the arrow, the orc wanderers who entered the Black Castle immediately changed their plans, except for the members who went too deep, most of them spontaneously gathered near the city gate, turned the winch together, and lowered the drawbridge at the same time, gradually raised the heavy iron gates, and opened the thick Black Castle gate.

The orc chieftain Cruren Stoneheart had already been prepared when the arrows burst out, holding a telescope and staring at the black castle in the chaos, and just found that the drawbridge was slowly lowered, and immediately ordered the close guards to blow the horn of the march.

In addition to the seriously wounded on the flatbed wagon, the orc warriors made a surprise attack, jumped down the crocodile hills, and rushed to the Black Castle, which was opened by their own men not far away.

After experiencing the initial chaos, the garrison militia found that the enemy was not as many as expected, and gradually regained their senses, regrouped under the squad's reprimand, and tried to restore order to the Black Castle.

Unfortunately, the orc wanderers were able to crush four militia arrays in a row with a single fierce collective charge, and blood and death plunged them into chaos again.

The vanguard of the Orc Legion was close to the gates of the Black Castle, and the lich Safi Frostfeather could not sit idly by as the lord who fed him lost the core of his most important realm, and with a missile of negative energy, he struck the winch of the Iron Gate.

After complete destruction, the hinges returned to their original positions, and just as they were raised, the iron gates weighing one and a half tons fell with a bang, blocking the advance of the orc army.

"Get out of the way!"

The Overseer, the most loyal to the Chief, roared, squeezing away the orcs in his way, grabbing the lower end of the Iron Gate with both hands, and lifting it up slightly.

The orc warriors who had learned the same way immediately joined in, and the city gate, which could allow six four-wheeled carriages to travel side by side, had more than twenty pairs of brown-skinned hands, even if the iron gate was calculated in tonnage, it could not stop the tacit orcs at this moment.

Safi Frostfeather's face, if it was still in human form, would be ugly. He took out an elemental scroll filled with flame breath from his waist pouch and injected it into the source of spellcasting, releasing an enhanced version of the flame orb with his anger.

A fist-sized high-heat flame condensed out of thin air, and between the lightning and flint, it hit the inner side of the gate of the Black Castle, and after the violent eruption, countless stones and fire rained down, blocking the orc warriors to open the road to victory again.

However, the undefended gates were not limited to a single passage, and the musketeers who climbed through them with hooks and ropes and entered the cloister-shaped walkway had taken advantage of the terrain.

"Elemental caster, shoot!"

At the command of Ian McCallane, a dozen flintlock pistols were aimed at where the lich stood, and they fired in rapid bursts, but unfortunately all the bullets were blocked by the invisible wall, which was the work of the mage's armor.

The cautious Safi Frostfeather also has defense against arrows, ranged attacks, and force field deflection, and if it weren't for adding multiple means of protection for himself, he wouldn't have made such a high-profile appearance.

"Change guns!" As more and more musketeers climbed the city, Ian McCallane knew that ordinary bullets could not deal with the caster, so he immediately ordered.

The Lich's eyes were still fixed on the blocked gates, ignoring the danger of being targeted by new weapons, and the demoralized militia was able to lift their spirits and regain a little fighting spirit with his own hands.

The Orc Overseer Krum Roared and kicked the burning boulder into the air, leading the way through the reopened gates, and Safi Frostfeather threw a blazing fireball without even thinking about it.

"Poof!"

The fist-sized fireball hit the most conspicuous orc, but unfortunately it didn't cause much damage and quietly dissipated on the spot.

"Spell protection armor, four green leaf vine patterns, something made by elves! Sell it to orc slaves, won't you...... It should be captured on the battlefield...... Well, Baron Cumbert, he has this way...... Damn!"

The Lich immediately changed its response and activated the Mire Technique, which had been laid out near the gates, and it was a powerful version of the large Mire.

The edges are irregular, close to four hundred square meters, and the depth can be up to the necks of ordinary people, and for burly orcs, it can also drown their chests.

The Orc Overseer Krum Roar suddenly noticed that the ground beneath his feet softened, and his body sank into it, and the dirt around him became soft and wet, and then turned into a haunting mud.

"Keep going!"

At the sound of the order, the orc warriors rushed into the mire one after another, standing in chest-deep traps, using their shoulders as stepping stones for their companions to step on and continue the charge.

For the first time, the Lich saw such a mighty army, and had to change his mind about the slaves of the past, and the subsequent transformation of mud into stone was meaningless.

"What is the reason for the orc laborers, who were once prostrate on the ground, as low as dirt, to stand up, straighten their chests, and show their bloodthirsty minions to their previous masters. What's going on on the battlefield ahead?"

While Safi Frostfeather was deep in thought, the musketeers led by Ian McCallane were not idle, and after changing their guns en masse, they used their Arcane muskets to aim at the arrogant lich again.

"Bang bang bang!"

Dozens of flame missiles hit Safi Frostfeather almost in unison, and even with mage armor, protection against ranged attacks, force field deflection and other protective methods used by spellcasters, they could not withstand this wave of arcane attacks.

The Lich was hastily repelled by ordinary humans with inconspicuous muskets, and his heart rose with fear and uneasiness that he had never felt before, and those knick-knacks like burning sticks were targeted by Safi Frostfeather with hatred, and Ian McCallane, who had just given the order, was also included in the list of targets that must be killed.

Aldrich Tris, who suddenly appeared next to the Musketeer Commander, caused the Lich to immediately suspend his plans for revenge, and the astonishing concentration of order and unfathomable strength reminded Safi Frostfeather, who had survived in the turbulent years of the old era, to be careful.

"The mortar team has arrived safely and is all in place now!" Aldrich Triss's words made Ian McCallane feel much better, and the chill caused by the lich's stare just now disappeared in an instant.

Standing side by side with the leader, the second son of the McCallane family was completely relieved, he nodded slightly, and then encouraged his friends to deal with the terrible spellcaster.

Aldrich Triss noticed the blown out winch, the inside of the collapsed city gate, and the unexpectedly large quagmire, and put down his senseless face and prepared to take action himself.

"I must admit that I have a little contempt for the caster's abilities! I can't imagine that he can do this, and on his own, he almost kept the orc legion out of the city. ”

The Winged Boots teleported a short distance, and Aldrich Tris vanished in an instant, quietly appearing in front of the Lich.

As a knight of virtue, he disdained a sneak attack from behind, and chose to attack head-on, and even used all his strength, and the Excaliba sword in his right hand slashed down diagonally.

Safi Frostfeather's proud multiple spell protections were powerless in the face of severing all invisible holy swords, as if they did not exist, or even disappeared.

The body of the lich's dead was neatly divided into two ends, but after a while, the two wrecks disintegrated like shattered mirrors.

"Real illusions! What a good method, really cautious. ”

Aldrich Triss condensed the Gungnier gun in his right hand, and unexpectedly swung it out without looking, and each shot of the meteor hit the lich body hidden on the windowsill of the main building, completely destroying his dead body, and blowing away the main building together, like a hurricane passing through.

The militia of the Black Castle were still suffering under the brute force of the orcs, pinning their hopes on the only spellcaster, and suddenly the situation reversed, and the lich who had just slaughtered in all directions was killed by a mortal knight, and they completely lost confidence, and many of them simply abandoned their weapons and surrendered, raised their hands, and fell to their knees.

Disdainful of slaughtering these cowards, the orc warriors continued to wield their steel weapons, tearing apart the militia lines that occupied favorable terrain to defend the counterattack.

Easily let go of those who surrendered, and there were more and more militiamen who were lucky, after all, the recalcitrant ones were embellished by orc warriors, and they joined forces to besiege and strangle.

Aldrich Tris stood where Safi Frostfeather had stood, the surrounding open air was terrifying, and he didn't feel the breath of death, knowing that the strange creature of the Lich would not die easily.

"Fatebox?"

Without firing a single shot, the orc legions easily captured the prestigious Black Keep at a small cost, and even the guardian lich Safi Frostfeather was killed in the battle.

The rain gradually became heavier, extinguishing the flames of war, washing away the blood, and the smoke gradually dissipated, and the captured old and weak women and children and the militia were separated from each other, and the forcibly suppressed sobs echoed in the throat, turning into sad sobs.

The orcs who stayed in Blackcastle to recuperate were not idle, and since Aldrich Triss proposed and Ian McCallane agreed, Chief Cruren Stoneheart did not object, and sent an elite team of 100 people to rush along the country roads to the farmhouse and manor to rescue the suffering and suffering of his compatriots.