Known as the god of nightmares, Ramashtu is an evil demon god with a wolf's head, wings, and two scimitars. His followers www.biquge.info almost neurotic, believing that reality is nothing more than a bondage, that there is repression everywhere, and that the fear of darkness that lurks in nightmares is the most limitless power.

In the distant past, Ramashtu was once widely worshipped in this land, and its deceitful, frenzied and exciting power attracted countless living beings. In the face of life-and-death threats, this kind of power can indeed make people survive, and once contaminated, it is easy to become addicted.

It was only later, with the cataclysm of the land, that the Dark Ages cut off the communication of this northern region, and the isolated Ramashtu devoured each other, using their madness to bring destruction. An artifact mask belonging to the High Priest of Ramashtu has been left behind, its origin and purpose have been misinterpreted, and it has become the ruling instrument of the first master of Viper Cliff.

The mask once again causes madness, leading to the destruction of Viper Cliff Fort. Between the ruins, only nightmare creatures like Angry Servants roamed, wailing out a terrible cry day and night. Druids, gnomes, and forest rangers have always wanted to find the mask and destroy it, but for hundreds of years they have found nothing. They can only clean up the Angry Minions once a year to prevent their numbers from accumulating.

But the new generation of priests in Ramashtu grew up and found the mask according to the instructions of their gods. The Servants of Fury became its army, and the Nightmare God's first order was to take over the town of Nebo, destroy the druids, and twist everything along the shores of the Lake of Ashes.

An army of bears, goblins, kobolds, and trolls arrived in Nebo and engaged in fierce battles with the local guards. The town of Nebo is not a bone to gnaw on, and the convenient guilds attract a large number of adventurers who have a lot of experience and incredible combat power as their profession of survival, exploration, and monster destruction. Leaning against a ring of low stone walls, these adventurers and the Nightmare God's forces were inseparable, and from sunrise to near sunset, they were in a stalemate.

"Thork, where have you been again?!" Green carried a wooden crate and walked along the walls for the dwarves. Fortunately, through the battle, everyone knew who the dwarf Sock was and showed him the way.

"Oh my God, why are you bald! I told you to be careful, why did you still get a fever?"

The dwarf's face was pitch black, the hair on the top of his head was like a grassland burned by a wildfire, and the ground emitted green smoke, except for a few lucky grasses, still stubbornly standing. The dwarf picked up a piece of oilcloth and wiped his eyes vigorously, only to show two light-colored circles on his pure black face.

"It's good that my beard isn't burned, and I can't take care of my hair. Thork set his warhammer gun aside, and with a flick of his fingers, he lifted the wooden crate. "Is this the last reserve? that's all there is to the guild?"

Green spread his hands with a helpless expression on his face: "It's not just us who need it, several alchemists are also hurrying to make potions. You also know that if you don't destroy the catapults outside the city, the town of Nebo will fall. ”

Then, Green lowered his voice and said, "I also noticed that they made a batch of underwater breathing agents. I can't be mistaken by the blue drink with bubbles hovering. While they weren't paying attention, I also took two bottles, you can put them away yourself, and if it doesn't work, you can escape from the Ash Lake. ”

"If you kill me, you won't go underwater!"

"If you don't go underwater, I won't either. So when the time comes, you're going to kill me. "Green knows that the dwarves are very heroic, and they would rather die than look back and retreat, so they can only threaten their own lives. Sock was huffing, but he would eventually compromise.

"It's a shame Mike isn't there. The ****** he makes is the most stable, and the effect is good. If he was there, my hair would have been saved. Sock wagged his head in pity, it seemed that he didn't care as much as he said he would.

"Why don't you hope for a little better, what can Mike do here? He can compare to the two of us in terms of fighting?" Green snorted: "If you can run out of one, I will have one more person to take care of him here." ”

"Phew, you take care of me, I've killed no less than twenty enemies, including three trolls, what about you?"

"Almost. Green licked his lips and took out a wine bag from somewhere, and drank it separately from the dwarf. "Look, that's taking care of you, hehe. You also know that my real ability is to cheat and deceive, and on the battlefield, people like me can mix very well. However, I also sometimes wonder if Mike was here. He's got a very fast brain, and he might be able to figure out a way out. ”

"If you win, don't you just do it, what do you want to do so much!"

"No, you listen to me tell you......" Green leaned closer to the dwarf, but he pressed a palm on his face and pushed away effortlessly.

"I've made up my mind, don't talk about it, it will affect your mood. Thorke gestured to the empty sac, and said, "You might as well find some of these things when you have time." ”

"Alas......" Green sighed, he was not optimistic about this siege. If you simply calculate the combat effectiveness inside and outside the city, Neibo Town actually has the advantage. Although the monsters outside the town have great strength, they have no rules, and they rush up in a swarm, and they can't fully exert their full strength. With the help of low walls, the adventurers have their own tricks and have repelled enemy attacks time and time again.

But there was not a single counterattack, which made Green see some truths: as hired adventurers, they lacked the spirit of sacrifice, and no one would do such a thing as leaving the city walls unless they were absolutely sure, no matter how high the bounty was.

If it was just like this, Green wouldn't be too worried about the bear goblins, trolls, kobolds, and even trebuchets that couldn't be solved. But he knew the emblem on the banner opposite, and knew that it was the emblem of Ramashtu, the god of nightmares. It was a god who could create and control nightmares, and its priest might have similar powers. Once it's night, when it's time to take a break from shifts, trouble can begin.

He didn't know exactly what was going to happen, but he felt that there was a lot of risk involved. Weapons and tactics are not the whole story of victory or defeat, and morale plays a decisive role in many cases.

He spat hard and began to think about a way out again. He would never wait to die with a fool, and one such thing was enough.

"Hey, the orc general is out again. The adventurers on the city wall said nervously: "That bastard, is he doing it again?

Soru is heavily armed, and the armor on his body is a little awkward, which is caused by the ill-fitting. He wasn't trained to fight in full-body armor with the Ranger either, so his movements always looked very awkward.

In his left hand, he held a spare tire shield, and in his right hand was a serrated sword that shimmered with blood-red light. He had already used these two pieces of equipment to kill several of the city's guards, including a paladin of Iometre (the god of justice and glory). He knew that he was not used to melee, that he was easily attacked, and that he could only maximize the power of his shield and weapon when he was one-on-one. At that time, wasn't the cunning Mike using such means to defeat himself?