Suddenly, little John, who was standing guard and wandering while holding his ancestral dung fork, suddenly felt a strange vibration on the ground under his feet.

The source of this tremor came from a distance that Little John could not see, in the direction of the demons of the Burning Legion.

"Get into positions and get ready for battle. The political commissar, who had been kind before, suddenly became serious and issued orders loudly.

Under his order, the two hundred or so peasants who were responsible for guarding the place, as well as soldiers in their early teens, immediately entered the position as quickly as possible, and entered the battle position that had been assigned a long time ago;

And at this time, the theoretical commander of them, Lord Baron, hurriedly ran out of the tent with his only two family guards.

Little John could clearly see that the armor on the baron's body was crooked, obviously in a panic, and even the big eye droppings in the corner of his eye were so clearly visible......

The tremors grew louder and more pronounced, and in the faint darkness of little John there seemed to be a strange cry, which, though impossible for him to understand, came from the abyss, but the tone and charm were like the trumpets of labor in the countryside.

This unknown waiting was the most unbearable torment, and after a full hour, little John, who leaned out from behind the low wall, saw what the hell it was.

But it was precisely after seeing it clearly that an irrepressible coolness rose from the bottom of his heart, making his whole body tremble uncontrollably, like a quail that had been severely frightened.

Oh my God, these Burning Legion demons, how did their heads grow, how did they come up with such a horrible thing and bring it to the battlefield?

I saw that from the end of the earth, the nine towering steel castles were slowly moving towards the defense line under the embrace of countless demons; the largest of these nine steel castles was simply a towering mountain, and the eight smaller ones were also terrifying in scale.

The castle on the hillside at the back of the village was a joke compared to the eight smaller steel castles, and even more like a joke to the largest castle.

In front and behind the moving steel castle, there were all kinds of demons with no end in sight, of course, except for a very small number of winged demons, hovering over the steel castle, all kinds of ground troops, but everyone's attention behind the defense line was all attracted by the amazing steel castle, and no one looked at them more.

The incomparable silence and fear filled the first line of defense, and everyone looked at the nine steel castles in despair, slowly moving towards this side......

Gradually, the Iron Castle reached a place several miles away, and little John discovered the secret of why the Steel Castle was able to move, and those crazy demons actually installed countless large steel wheels under the thick base of the Steel Castle.

In front of the steel castle, countless strong demons are pulling and pushing these steel castles hard, which is all the driving force for the castle to move, and little John, who was born with good eyesight, can even see that the black exterior wall of the steel castle is engraved with countless intricate patterns.

Of course, if Little John could have a good knowledge of magic, he would definitely be able to see that these were not patterns at all, but countless exquisite magic arrays, and the only function of these magic arrays was levitation.

This is also the fundamental reason why the steel castle of such an astonishing weight is able to move instead of sinking its wheels into the ground......

The steel castle was three miles away, and after a short stay, except for the largest one, which stopped in place, the remaining eight slowly moved again under the impetus of the demons.

Although the speed is not fast, this kind of walking speed is about one-third slower than normal human walking, and it is still within two miles of the defense line quickly.

At this distance, most people can see clearly what kind of things are on top of the steel castle, only to see that it is full of dense evil eyes and other long-range demons, and what is even more frustrating is that these demons are all high-level goods, like imps, bad demons and other cannon fodder, and they are not qualified to stay on it at all.

It is completely conceivable that these powerful long-range demons, with a high castle bonus, will definitely have an attack distance far beyond those weak human archers behind the defense line, and even ordinary city walls are extremely weak against these steel castles, not to mention their hard work after these simple fortifications.

"No, I don't want to die yet, I'm a noble lord, how can I stay here like these lowly mud legs!" No one thought that the first person to collapse on this section of defense was actually the nominal Supreme Commander, Lord Baron.

His little face, which was already snow-white, was now as white as a blank piece of paper, and it was obvious that he was frightened by the terrifying weapon he was about to face, and then, with this extremely turbulent military scream coming out of his mouth, he stumbled and planned to flee to the second line of defense, and his two family guards naturally hurriedly followed.

What no one expected was that the Commissar rushed over like an angry giant bear at this time, and then the long one-handed knife at his waist was unsheathed for the first time, and then, in the Baron's incredible eyes, the Baron's noble head was cut off with a knife.

After that, the political commissar, who had been kind for the past few days, held a knife in one hand and the baron's wide-eyed head in the other, and did not care in the slightest about his sleek fur coat, which was splattered with blood.

This is the end of his escape, and then not only will his soul fall into hell and be tortured, but even his family will all become sinners because of his involvement. The political commissar opened his throat and yelled, his face full of indescribable murderous aura.

Then the Commissar slammed the baron's head to the ground, and raised his one-handed knife in the air.

He continued to roar: "Soldiers, if we can't hold this place, imagine what kind of tragic fate your relatives in the rear will fall into the hands of the demons of the Burning Legion; ”

At first, only a few people shouted such slogans, and then more and more people shouted, including Little John, who kept holding up the family heirloom dung fork.

To tell the truth, in fact, he has never believed in the so-called god of war, and he has no intersection with that little dwarf Modo, but I don't know why, after shouting loudly, the fear in his heart seems to be gradually reduced......