Now that Baudreau was burned and looted, the Duke of Baudreau had only three thousand mobile troops. This amount of strength is obviously not enough for the beastmen, who are mainly minotaurs, pigs, and sheepheads. The Marquis de Beaumont had to lead the main force of three knights back to help. Only two thousand garrisons remained.

It was a safe choice. After all, Karlsson, as a big city that has been in operation for two hundred years, is worthy of the title of fortified city. Most of the men in the Pioneer Collar were trained in military affairs, and they were qualified soldiers when they were armed. At least it's much stronger than the peasant soldiers who are randomly pulled over to make up the numbers.

But just three days after the Marquis de Beaumont left Karlsson, Karlsson was attacked by surprise and the garrison was faithful to its post......

It was late at night, next door to the Sigmar Temple in Karlsson, where the treatment house was located. Not many residents know that the basement there is also a madhouse, where dozens of soldiers who have gone mad in foreign wars are kept.

This is not an uncommon thing, not everyone has a brave heart. When faced with murderous orcs, there are always people who can't adapt to the brutal battlefield and go crazy.

Sigma is a mortal god, he is the god of light, and his main priesthood is light, which includes not only the fight against evil, but also the holy light, healing, and other fields.

"Let me out! let me out"

"There are voices! so many voices in my head. ”

"It's terrible! Mom! it's terrible—"

Naturally, the madmen in the asylum would not pay attention to anyone until the people on the shift on the first floor heard the abnormal screams.

"Ahhh

"Help!"

"Mouse!"

The shouts became shorter and shorter, and not only did they quickly disappear, but there were also many eerie sounds. It was the sound of heavy, not-so-small footsteps, and the grinding of rats rubbing their sharp teeth.

The lights in the underground hallway of the asylum have all gone out at some point.

One of the nurses had the audacity to drop a torch down from below.

The torches that were supposed to be swirling in the air should eventually fall to the dry ground without any debris, but unexpectedly, the torches actually lit up a humanoid creature.

"Squeak squeak—"

It was a humanoid mouse with scarlet eyes, about half a human height. It has a round body and belly, but it has slender limbs like a child. The most frightening thing is that in his long pointed mouth, he holds half of a bloody arm—a human arm.

Burning its fur by the fire, it let out a high-pitched scream.

With the help of the firelight, the caretaker saw more rat people devouring a human corpse around them.

"Ahhhh

"It's the Skaven!"

"Ring the bell!"

"Enemy attack! The nezumi have entered Karlsund City through a hole in the ground!"

Alarm bells rang throughout the city.

During the departure of the main force of the marquis from the city, the marquis did not whitewash the peace, but solemnly informed everyone of their due duties.

Even a civilian put his sword at the head of his bed before going to bed.

When the alarm bells rang, the whole city was boiling.

There weren't a lot of rat people sneaking into the city, about three or five thousand. In the street battles of the night, the nezumi are also very advantageous. If it were those provinces or towns in the rear of Bakaria, it was estimated that they would be destroyed on the spot.

Slaughtered or something.

Karlsson is a side stopper. For more than 200 years, there have been almost no interruptions in wars, and the fierceness of the people is beyond the imagination of people from other provinces.

Within five minutes, every house was lit up.

In ten minutes, the torches prepared on the facades of almost every building were lit, illuminating the city as if it were daylight.

Every street, every inch of alley, erupted with the sound of fierce battles.

A head-to-head duel with an adult man with a sword can take out four or five nezumi. After all, these guys are naturally short, and apart from their sharp minions, they only have poor tattered weapons.

But this is street fighting.

On any occasional carelessness, a nezumi could fall from the sky and pounce around the top of a house or wall. Or they can come out of a dark corner and overturn the person, and then a group of rat people will rush up and dismember the body.

The battle went on quite stalemately.

There was blood everywhere, hanging corpses, fragmented stumps.

The only good thing is that in this human-majority border, the quality of the militia is comparable to that of Martin's regular infantry.

Despite being disheveled by the surprise attack, after an initial panic, they quickly formed patrols and support teams and began to sweep away the remnants of the city.

After fighting all night, by dawn, the rat people in the city had been basically wiped out.

"Strengthen the city defenses!"

"Nezumi never attack alone! ”

"We'll just hold on until the Marquis returns!"

The garrison and the inhabitants cheered each other on.

Three days later, however, they received the sad news that both the Count of Beaumont and the Duke of Podreau had been killed in battle, and that their armies had been wiped out.

As a veteran duke family, and a border marquis who has been fighting on the border all year round, it is even more of a relationship between blood and water, and the combat power of the two armies after the merger can be said to be a few in the kingdom.

But such an army was wiped out in the onslaught of the beastmen.

Without it, it is because they underestimate their opponents.

Go back to three days ago......

"Hell, that's not a beastman at all!

2000 Beastmen, that's right!

Qualitatively, it's not like that at all.

The orc god Guush was obviously taking revenge on the Bakarians for annihilating an important orc clan of his, and he actually did not hesitate to use his divine power to directly give chicken blood to this beast clan that won his favor.

The green-skinned orcs of a day ago were all replaced with black skins, and became the most bulkered black orcs. Don't think it's just a change of color, just the size is a full circle. The green skin, which can normally be cut through with a sword, has been replaced with a tough skin that looks like a thick tire.

Unless it is a high-quality, armor-piercing weapon, such as a cavalry spear or an elite spearman's spear, it will not penetrate at all.

The minotaur turned into a minotaur, and in front of this monster, which had skyrocketed to six meters in size and had a thick bucket waist, the line of human sword and shield soldiers was like a small tree floating in the wind.

An axe swept away, creating a terrible storm on the spot in a small area.

What slashed was the terrifying body with only half of the body left, and the bloody rain that it set off blew everyone nearby to the ground.

Only the half-upper soldiers were left moaning in death, and more soldiers around them were crying and fleeing back.

The knights plucked up the courage to charge at these monsters, but they were too many and too terrifying. An axe swept over, and the knight and the war horse under him were directly cut down, and from a distance, they looked like balloons that had been popped.

Within a few days, the situation in the three southernmost provinces of Bakaria was completely eroded.