Varisi leaned his back against the barricades, gasping for air, his chest heaving violently like a tattered bellows that had been pulled desperately on.

The fierce shouts behind him, the simultaneous firing of dozens of muskets, and even the clanging of flying shrapnel against the barricades behind Varisi due to the iron ball bomb thrown by a novice getting too close, all showed that he was still alive.

Moreover, after killing the small leader of the Burning Legion side, he successfully escaped from the other party's crazy pursuit again, which is really refreshing.

After calming down a little, Varisi picked up his beloved musket and reloaded it again, even if his hands became trembling because of too much excitement, but countless reloads had made him almost turn the whole set of movements into the instinct of his body.

Soon Varisi reloaded his musket and carefully poked his head out of the barricades, and he began to look for the next target, which was about to fall under his gun.

This kind of cannon fodder demon everywhere has no value, the next one.

Void Walker?Ordinary goods, and his energy core, also in the chest, with ordinary ammunition, it is impossible to kill in one hit, if you use special ammunition, the squad leader level can only receive three special ammunition at a time, it is simply a waste to use it on him, or the next one.

Varisi slowly moved the muzzle of his gun, and finally locked on to his target, which was a fallen demon blood elf, and the very luxurious robe on his body alone showed his unique identity.

What's more, this is a high-level legal profession, just a few seconds ago, the magic shield he held up, forcibly ate a few muskets and bows and arrows, and then a flame storm directly burned a dozen warriors behind a battle position.

As long as this demon blood spirit is allowed to come a few more times, this barricade that has been fiercely fought for a long time will definitely be lost......

Holding his breath, Varisi didn't fire immediately, he waited for the moment when the opponent's talisman magic shield failed, and finally, after another round of fire from a dozen muskets, the opponent's magic shield shattered.

The Demon Blood Elf, who had been prepared for a long time, quickly stepped back, and at the same time chanted a spell in his mouth, and after a few breaths, a new magic shield would appear on him again, and at this moment, as if he had been waiting for a century, Varisi opened fire decisively.

Without the magic shield of the demon blood elf, his head is no harder than an ordinary cannon fodder demon, not to mention this shot, Varisi fired directly at him, chanting the spell.

After the crisp sound of the new musket, the retreating Demon Blood Spirit fell to the ground like a tattered sack, and then, the pursuers of the Burning Legion, who had been attacking for a while, suffered heavy casualties but made little progress, finally retreated reluctantly and reluctantly.

Perhaps when they rest for the night, and then replenish their forces tomorrow, they will launch an even more frantic attack on this place, but what happens tomorrow is so much......

"It seems that this time to kill a big man, otherwise on this cold night, these dogs of the Burning Legion would not have launched such an attack. An officer with gauze wrapped around his shoulder walked over and asked.

Even if the person who came was the commander of the defenders of this block, he could be regarded as Varisi's top boss, but Varisi, who collapsed on the ground, had no intention of getting up at all;

Without waiting for Varysi to show off, all his attention and thoughts were drawn to what was next, three roasted black potatoes, each the size of a fist.

"Head, I said that I just escaped death, not to mention that I will have a big meal, and it would be good to have a quick black bread; Varisi grumbled.

He said this, but Varysi's hand did not slow down for half a minute, he quickly peeled off the charred skin of the roasted potato, and gnawed it happily, and his stomach, which had not eaten for almost a day, was now very agitated.

Compared to these, the stench on the body seems to be not so unacceptable.

When the officer heard this, he immediately laughed and scolded: "I still want to have a big meal, you have a special head, you were stupid by the puppies of the Burning Legion, I still want to give myself a big meal." ”

After laughing and scolding, the officer's smile became bitter, and he whispered in a voice that only Warisi could hear: "Those people in logistics say that the weather this year is much colder than in previous years, and the Walga River will be frozen directly on the ......."

The officer's words were not finished, but as a veteran of the battlefield, Varisi instantly understood the vital point, and now the only passage connecting Haxar Fort with the outside world was the not very wide Walga River.

The Burning Legion's weak water combat power could not complete the blockade of the Volga River, and it was in this way that a steady stream of supplies and troop support could be transported through the Volga River.

If this extremely critical blood transfusion channel was cut off, Varisi would not dare to imagine the serious consequences, and the problem of food replenishment alone would make people mad, could it be that the demons on the other side would eat the corpses of the other party killed in battle as military rations?

Thinking of this, the unusually cheerful baked potatoes he had eaten before made Varisi feel a little bored, and at the same time he lost all his interest in continuing to talk and brag.

It was ironic that the defenders were hoping that the weather would be a little colder, as that would greatly weaken the Burning Legion demons, and on the other hand, they were looking forward to the temperature not to drop any further, as that would cut off their last supply lines......

After eating the two roasted potatoes at the end, Varisi solemnly stuffed the remaining roasted potato into his arms, knowing that this kind of food, which they had cursed and criticized countless times, would be extremely rare in the future.

After cleaning the chamber, oiling, and sorting out every bullet, Varisi wrapped a dirty blanket and fell into a deep sleep.

Two hours before dawn, at the coldest time of the day, Varisi reflexively woke up, and then, with his musket, under the watchful eye of the sentry, slowly disappeared into the night, and began a new lurk and hunt.