Berthier couldn't even remember how many arrows he had shot today, but he remembered that he had never stopped drawing his bow after the break. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info's arm has long been sore, and he has lost consciousness, and three pairs of cowhide gloves have been cut, and this one was also taken from the corpse of his comrade-in-arms, which is a little small and doesn't fit well. It's just that how can he care about this now, anyway, he is shooting arrows completely by instinct now, and whether he shoots accurately or not is completely beyond his control.

Some of the arrows had been collected from dead archers, and some had been sent by the Oudinot guys. Ever since he became a quartermaster, he's never been worried about ordnance.

"Anyway, where did the dead fat man go, could it be that he ran away?" while deserting, he reached out to touch the quiver beside him, but unexpectedly touched it empty.

Berthier looked down and saw that there was no more quiver left at his waist, and there were a dozen quivers lying in a crooked circle around him, and there were still a few arrows scattered on the ground.

How many arrows he had shot in one day! Berthier breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground. The flaming torches had long since been extinguished by the magic of the orcs' indiscriminate bombardment, and the darkness surrounded him, but the orcs did not notice him for a while.

"For archers, the night is really annoying. Berthier muttered with emotion, groping in the dim moonlight to pick up the arrows on the ground and insert them into the quiver.

No more, no less, exactly five.

Berthier skillfully placed the arrow into the bowstring, a maneuver he could accomplish with his eyes closed. Without hesitation, without careful aiming, an arrow shot towards a flash of green light in the night.

That's supposed to be an orc's eye.

As he lifted his finger, Berthier suddenly remembered how the entire army of the Snow Fortress had listened to hymns. It's really good, in the long and boring military career, this is one of the few things that can be constantly recalled.

It seems that there is a poem in it that also describes the night, but what is it? Forget it, it doesn't matter if you remember it or not.

There was a scream from the orcs in the night, and the roars of other orcs, which seemed to have been shot.

With thoughts spinning around his head, Bertier's movements did not slow down at all, and he picked one up with great speed and put it into the bowstring again.

Listening to the wind, he followed the cries of the orcs and shot another arrow.

There was another terrible scream, and it seemed to hit the vital part.

Berthier was in a peculiar state, his consciousness and body seemed to be separated, and all kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind very quickly, but his body was skillful in shooting arrows with a bow, and faster than usual!

The footsteps and roars of the orcs were heard, and it was supposed that they had spotted Bertier and were running towards it.

Build a bow, shoot an arrow.

Bow again! Shoot arrows again!

Two more dark shadows fell, and an orc rushed straight in front of Bertier, swinging an iron rod down.

In an instant, consciousness returned to Berthier's body, and everything seemed to become clear and slow.

It dawned on Berthier that this was the so-called return to light.

Death, Berthière calmly gazed at the oncoming iron rod and shot the last arrow at the orc.

The moment the blood stained his vision, Berthier suddenly remembered the poem:

No matter how long the night is, the day will always come. (Note: Original Shakespeare)

But when will the day come? I just know that the night is long enough, cruel enough, sad enough.

The orcs had finally taken possession of the tower, and by this time the human resistance on the walls had been almost completely wiped out, except for a small part.

Yes, there are, only a small part.

For example, Al and Freeman, who were still struggling at one end of the city wall.

For example, a group of strangely dressed human soldiers blocked the way down the castle tower.

They looked like regular troops, and the armor they wore and the weapons they held and the flags they carried all showed their status as the Western Frontier Army.

Say that they are regular troops, the armor is disheveled, and the way of holding weapons in their hands is completely wrong. Some people have a sword with the tip of the sword pointed at themselves, and it is not clear whether they want to kill the enemy or kill themselves. What's even more ridiculous is that some people still have kitchen utensils such as iron pots and kitchen knives tied to their waists. Those who know know that they are going to deal with orcs, and those who don't know think that they are going to kill chickens and ducks and clean up a banquet.

The first fat man was shy, and he looked a little imposing, but his trembling feet still revealed his essence, and the silver-like wax gun head was useless.

The leaders are like this, and the people below are even more unbearable. A person next to him leaned over and asked, "Sir, do you think we can do it?" ”

"Why not!", as if to embolden himself, the fat man raised his voice, "We are also a dignified Western Army." ”

"But we're just a group of firemen, a bunch of firemen. Someone in the team muttered quietly. It's just that although there are such complaints, everyone is scared and trembling, but no one turns around and runs away.

Seeing that a few orcs appeared at the crossing, the fat man raised the crossbow in his hand and shot it, and shouted loudly: "Look at the eyes of this guy." It's just that this crossbow arrow was released, but I didn't even see a shadow, and I didn't know where to shoot.

"Ahem, the wind is too strong, and I was blinded for a while. "The fat man is a little embarrassed.

"Come on, when did you shoot on target? There was a commotion and laughter in the team, but everyone was not as scared as they were just now.

Those orcs also discovered these human soldiers, and they didn't talk nonsense, and pounced on them condescendingly.

These fireheads are no match for these orcs. Just like a sheep entering the mouth of a tiger, the orcs pounced into the crowd was a bloody storm, and these fire-headed soldiers were also hard-hearted, and they did not say a word when they died, and they desperately wanted to add some red to these orcs and hang some color.

The fat man faced an orc with a big waist and a thick waist, and he was secretly bitter in his heart. Xin said that he was originally the son of a miller, and his father lost all his family business without fighting, and what did he do badly, but he listened to the fool of the old fellow of Kellerman, became a soldier, and now he is encountering such a thing.

Just complained in his heart, but the fat man never regretted it, he still remembered the words that Kleman said to his smelly and dirty self on a snowy night for more than ten years: "Boy, you will follow me in the future." ”

Facing the swooping orc, the fat man raised the crossbow in his hand a little awkwardly, and a blood splash splashed on the orc's chest.

Immediately after, the fat body flew out with blood spurting and fell heavily to the ground. He was still holding the crossbow tightly in his hand, the one that Al had given him earlier.

"Phew, I finally shot once. That was the fat man's last thought.

That night, Quartermaster Charles Oudino led a quartermaster corps to guard the Ascending Road, and the whole army fought to the death, and no one survived.

The fighting on the walls finally became quieter, and eventually, Al and Freeman faced the surrounding orcs. Know that you have reached your final moments.

Some orcs ran into the castle tower and wanted to lower the city gate to let the orcs outside the city enter the city, but they were a little brainless and they would not use the mechanism for a while. Grouchy and a group of orcs stared at him outside the city, so he could only let the remaining orcs hurry up and climb up.

At this moment, I saw a horse galloping from the west of the Snow Fortress, with such speed and momentum that it seemed to crash into the orc army at once.

The horse was foaming at the mouth, rolling his eyes, evidently out of strength, and suddenly fell to the ground with a hoof, and was exhausted to death. The man on the horse was not in a hurry, and jumped up with a jump on his legs.

The face of the person who came was full of dust, and the elegant robe on his body was sticky with a little black swee, and there was no longer the mystery and luxury of the past, who was not Medea with a charming face?

She came to this bloody place alone! Alone in the orc camp!

Reacting, Grouch hurriedly ordered the surrounding orcs to rush over and stop her. He didn't know who this woman was, but it was clear that the good ones didn't come, and the good ones didn't come, and he couldn't let this woman go.

A strong upward cyclone supported Medea's falling body, and then slowly upward, she actually flew up!

If there were mages around, his eyes would drop in surprise and he felt like the whole world was turned upside down.

Flying, the dream that has been rooted in the heart since the birth of human beings, comes from the curiosity of the unknown and the desire for freedom. This is a subject that mages have been working on since their birth, and a long time ago there was an idea that was proposed: to use wind magic to fly.

However, this idea has not yet been realized, and through the study of the mages, they have found it too difficult. If you want to fly, you have to release a strong whirlwind all the time, concentrate your mind and keep gathering the elements into it. It is also necessary to keep the whirlwind from dissipating in the middle of the process, to keep the whirlwind spinning in one direction and not to be affected by the air currents, and to constantly release other wind magic to balance.

It is extremely demanding or even impossible to complete magic that requires a mage's mental power, elemental manipulation ability, magic release speed and control, etc., although it does not have any destructive power, but its release difficulty is much more difficult than the large-scale composite magic such as "Flying Fire Meteor" and "Ice and Snow".

However, at this moment, the incredible has become a reality.

The orcs looked at Medea walking in the air in amazement, one by one. Some orcs even knelt on the ground and prayed continuously, they thought that this human woman was the messenger of the Heavenly Father and Mother to the earth!

Grouchy, who reacted, hurriedly ordered the surrounding orcs to throw weapons at Medea in the air, and some orcs struggled to throw their weapons under his scolding, but they were disturbed by various air currents in the air, and none of them hit the target.

The mage's most famous and effective long-range defense magic "Missile Deflection", Medea even has the energy to unleash this large-scale wind magic when flying! All the orcs are helpless against her.

In this way, Medea broke through the orc camp alone and landed on the Snow Fortress with the ability to fly!