At midnight, the sentry on the city wall and the patrol patrolling the city had just been rotated, and McCabey, one of the commanders of the city, then began to patrol the city wall with his retinue.

In the midst of the war, everyone was very diligent even if they complained, patrolling day and night, constantly surveilling, sentry, and secret posts, sorting out and supplementing the barbed wire hanging on the wall.

As the commander of the garrison, from the beginning of the siege, he appeared at night, patrolling along the base of the wall.

It's not that the lord is biased, but he is a magician, a magician who tinkers, and at night, when the earth rats outside the city who are trying to dig through the city wall retreat, he will bury the dug tunnels to make the city walls stronger and more complete, otherwise, the city walls would have become sieve eyes and full of loopholes.

Starting from the city gate, to the end of the city gate, around the city, today the untouchables' enthusiasm for work has subsided, and the tunnels dug out are much shorter than in previous days, this is none of his business, digging less, filling less, digging more, filling more, it doesn't matter, go around a circle, all the big and small holes are blocked, not a single one is left, so that during the siege, there are many fewer rats in the city.

Several of the night watchmen Jokor, Sham, Ut, and him got together again, nodded to each other, chatted a little, and found nothing unusual, most of their minds had been shifted, go for a drink, curl up in their chairs for a while, and then the next round of meetings and inspections, the long night, all the trivialities of war.

At this time, the lord's old servant, Truso, came, and when it came to food and knights, he knew that everyone would not have to sleep tonight, and when he mentioned the magician and the trapping, he knew that he would be the most crucial and busy man tonight.

It may also be a little beneficial, after tonight, you can hold the smooth and soft body of the bed slave, and sleep comfortably in the comfort nest.

"Let's go, it's almost time, you guys go on patrol again, don't go wrong. Trusso urged.

"It should be fine, even if the enemy comes in, there will not be many people for a while, the great magician of Meccabel blocked the tunnel, we led the troops to surround it, a group of rabble, just deal with the leader." A knight next to him yawned and replied disapprovingly.

The old servant shook his head: "Life is at stake, don't take things for granted, or carefully inspect, work hard tonight, every Lan Shi, inspect again." ”

The shadow of war was still there, the frequency of patrols was doubled, and although they were reluctant, no one complained, and the commanders of the city garrison nodded their heads and said yes again and again.

Although he said so, there was actually nothing to worry about in Meccabe's heart, the untouchables had more food, and the destructive power was stronger when they were full, so it would take more magic.

As for the knights, that's not what he has to face, the enemy rushes up to the wall, and he will only look up at the base of the wall, in the shade, and he doesn't need to intervene in the battle between knights.

In the first eighteen years, like most noble children, he didn't do anything unusual, but he trained hard, striving to become a knight, destroying monsters, and fighting orcs, which is his lifelong ambition.

However, the qualifications are dull, I worked hard, I endured hard, the time passed, but the threshold did not pass, I was depressed, I closed the door, and what passed the time was the books left by the family, among which there were magic books.

I met a magician by chance, and after pointing out the maze, I actually opened the door to magic.

He became a magician, and he was an outlier in Bowang and even the whole of Farolan, and he was not very popular, because he was good at earthen wall art, and he was named for building his own walls tall, solid, and heavy, and at the same time, because he was too thick to take advantage of his neighbors, too long, and directly blocked the street, and became notorious, and even blacklisted dangerous elements, and was targeted by the lord.

On that day, Lord Chris came to visit and hired him as one of the leaders of the lord's guard, and he was a little flattered and came to the Black Gem Island, only to discover the truth of the facts.

This is a small island with relatively single resources, rich in stones, beautiful names for gems, but also relatively little food, barely enough for the whole island to make a living.

If there are few resources, there will be more strife, and there will be more disputes with the sky, with the earth, with the sea, and with people, between commoners, and between the rich, and in the year of the disaster, the fighting will be too fierce, and to the extent of fighting for life, and the battle will reach the head of the lord, and it will become a rebellion, and the siege of the Black Gem City will besiege it.

That's when he shines.

Chris did think of him as a magician, but he only needed his earthen wall skills, which were essentially the role of a mason, rather than really appreciating his talent for magic, and not mentioning anything else about magic, so he didn't need to talk about any support for personal development.

In addition to these, in all fairness, the treatment is not bad, the salary is good, food, clothing, housing and transportation, and even the bed slave who warms the bed also makes him very satisfied, and the disputes continue, and the soldiers who defend the city also use him, because he can help, he is also respected, and his status is not low.

Therefore, he still stayed, and as a stopgap measure, he became one of the leaders of the lord's guard.

The group was lazy, and although there was resistance, it hurt the interest of getting together for a drink, but they still had to do it if they agreed, after all, it was still wartime.

They gathered and dispersed, and went on patrol separately, the knight was more convenient, and swayed along the wall, he held a torch, listened to the clanging of iron armor above his head, and walked in the shadows of the base of the wall.

Passing through the alleys between the houses, past the trees under the walls, in front of an open street, the wind whining, the cats coming up, the rats running, the sound of squirming, something resonated with the body, as if meeting someone close to it, and the vigilance suddenly rose to the highest point.

The night wind whispered, and under the starlight, the earth cracked and slowly cracked a crack.

He was stunned for a moment before he realized.

Ground trapping!

Not shocked by the magic!

The Trapping Technique is not a clever magic, and he also has spells, but it needs to be practiced diligently, and he can master it as well.

He was amazed by the skill of the user.

The ground is slowly cracking!

Like a pair of hands opening the beaded curtain, gentle and flexible, like a thief pushing the door and sneaking in, quietly silent.

This is a very delicate level of magic control, embroidered as delicate and freewheeling, he is greatly inferior. It can't be done at this level, otherwise it wouldn't be able to build the wall of his house to the street to cut off the road, which is a manifestation of uncontrolled magic and wanton gushing out, and people are afraid of this kind of magician who opens the floodgates, and the one underground is obviously far superior to this, and far better than him.

For a moment, he had the feeling of being compared.

That's not just frustration, it's not that the skills are not as good as others next time, it's not that you lose a game of chess and start over, no, your academic performance is not as good as others, go back and continue to work hard.

That's a sense of crisis that the enemy is stronger than you, smarter than you, and will kill you.

After a while, a head slowly sticks out, and he comes to his senses from the shock, and violently elbows his follower, and the two of them duck into the shadows together.

A man crawled out, looked around vigilantly, and then reached down with his hand and fished out another man......

He felt alone, and stood for a moment before before to realize that something that had never happened before had finally happened, the Ground Trap, and the magician had broken through the wall and led people into the city.

He finally remembered what he had to do, and did it right, learned a few cat meows, gave the signal, and the knights got nervous, extinguished their torches, and led their men down the city, and ambushed them around.

He glanced at the entire row of people hiding in the shadow of the base of the wall, and didn't seem to feel like he was being ambushed.

Glancing at the black hole again, the monster's huge mouth chose people to devour, and a sense of pride suddenly rose in his heart: What about the magic power, isn't it an ambush?

Here you go!

While searching for where the magician was, he heard the words of Maeve, the only female general, and he answered.

At that moment, he didn't understand why Maeve's voice was so loud.