"And then?" the Desert Elf continued, "Your wounds don't look like those inflicted by the gnawing and scratching of aquatic corpses. ”

Gerd was stunned, as if he had just recovered from the horror that had engulfed the city.

His voice was like a cart on the salt marshes: "My father and I killed 8 with spears and flames, and burned a living corpse - after we had been busy for a long time, on the way back to Tuka. - There was no loss of people and goods. My father was still thinking about coming home early so that he could take his grandson to the Colosseum to watch the Colosseum. ”

Then there was a whimper in the voice of the sturdy seeker: "It was the creeping monsters, the brine colloidal monsters, and the fish monsters that commanded them, and my father, children, wife, and most of the people near the salt factory were slaughtered by them. Only a few people ran out like me. ”

When Gerd finished speaking, he began to weep loudly. Bradch patted the young man on the shoulder, standing in the makeshift fortification the hired guards had set up on the street corner, his brow furrowed as he stared at the defensive positions set up by the mages and City Watch in the distance to fight the monsters for the city of Takka.

Since yesterday afternoon, a large-scale monster tide has suddenly formed in the salt lake outside the city, and it has directly rushed to Tuka City. The area around the city's salt mills was quickly conquered, except for a few people who fled into the walled, guarded salt mills, or into other parts of the city, where most of the city's inhabitants were slaughtered.

"Captain," said a member of the legation who was in charge of recruiting mercenaries, who himself had been a prestigious caravan guard for Noem, so he spoke simply but slightly vulgarly, "The little cubs who are looking for are going to buy something, and they say that their swords and bows are useless against the monsters that crawl out of the lake, and that their swords and bows are not as useful as red-hot coals and lit black oil. ”

Blatch nodded, "Tell them to send a few people to get back quickly." Listening to the tone of this caravan escort captain, it is estimated that he has already agreed to the proposal of the novice, just out of respect, come to the ward and say it himself. The desert elves didn't have any objections to this, but vaguely reminded him not to let go of too many people - at this time, the city of Tuka was already in chaos, and the threshold of the mercenary guild had been broken by merchants who came to the door to spend money to seek military protection, and it was inevitable that no one would want to spend a high price to "pry away" the guards hired by the envoy to enrich their manpower.

"Don't worry, Captain. The captain of the guard of the legation replied, trying not to let his emotions affect his tone: "Don't you know, the mercenary guild in this city is really too formal—I can see that those little cubs are all good at wielding swords, and they have all signed an agreement in the union, and the mercenaries who betray their employers and lose their trust will not receive any business in the city." ”

While the two were talking, melodious singing could be heard from far and near in the street outside. After hearing the familiar sound of the trumpet, Gede, who was in the hall of the president of the salt industry guild, suddenly inexplicably lifted his spirits.

The young and sturdy seeker grabbed his father's homemade spear beside him, dusted off the salt crystals that had not been changed on his clothes all night, walked to the window on the second floor, which had not yet been blocked, and jumped out. Several of the legation's hired bodyguards did not seem surprised by this, and therefore did not act or say anything to stop Gerd's actions.

Out of responsibility for his work, the captain of the guard, who had caught a glimpse of this scene, hurriedly shouted, "What's the matter? Why don't you stop that guy?" It's just that he ran to die, what if it's a spy of those monsters?"

Most of the hired warriors ignored the captain's roar, and they turned to their preparations at hand, leaving only one mercenary who looked a little older—the medic of the mercenary squad, the chronicler, the clerk, and the "professional" of external communication, explained to their employers, the captain of the escort of the legation, and the desert elf Braci, who was looking for prestige:

The young man was a forger, and naturally he could understand the trumpet of labor, which was a song that the salt workers used to sing when they were working. The surviving workers of yesterday spontaneously took to the streets today, preparing to join the mages of Tuka City and the guards to launch an attack on the monsters near the salt factory. They just want to get revenge, or they want to search for family and friends who have only a slim hope of survival. ”

The old mercenary's words made the desert elves nod, and the captain of the city-born envoy guard stood in awe. Before they came to Tuka with the group, they had learned from some businessmen that the people of the city were brave, but they did not expect to reach such a point.

In fact, it is not difficult to understand that there are two main reasons for this: first, the city is located in an environment that is actually embarrassing, and the three generations of the Emir family have worked hard to build the city of Salt Lake, but also created the industrious and brave city people here;

"Citizens of the city under my rule!" The voice of the Archon resounded throughout the city by the power of magic, "I promise you in the name of the Emir family that I will not spare any monster that has invaded the city of Tuka. Their sudden appearance yesterday did catch us off guard, but today we have consolidated our positions and are preparing to launch a counteroffensive. The Garrison Mages are ready, the City Watch, the Mercenary Guild are ready, and the freelance salt workers are sharpening their knives. We will seek justice from them, and we will take revenge on those monsters!"

As the emir recites the "inscription" to fight against the monsters, from the neighborhood near the salt factory, a military procession of gray-robed mages began to attack the area occupied by the monsters:

The creeping monsters that lurked in the greenery of the neighborhood bore the brunt, and the mages loudly informed them of the monster's hiding location, and soldiers with catapults immediately ran out of the ranks, throwing blocks of coal soaked in black oil at their opponents, while their companions threw several lit torches. Some black-robed mages simply didn't do anything, and when they found the gathered creeping monsters, they simply "sent" them a fireball.

The more difficult to deal with are some of the aquatic corpses that suddenly crawl out of the house, they are not very difficult to deal with - these mutant zombies are also afraid of fire - but in the face of monsters that used to be their friends and family, but now they have become monsters that choose people and devour people, and it is difficult for hard-hearted humans to start.

"Something seems wrong," Ged muttered to himself, walking in the middle of the line, as if a basin of boiling water had suddenly poured into his skull, and the young seeker couldn't help but shout anxiously, "Yesterday's saltwater colloidal monster is gone, everyone be careful!"

Yesterday, he was impressed by the monsters that were different from the living corpses and creeping monsters - slashing, spearing, and even burning didn't seem to work very well against the saltwater colloids. When they gather enough, they will rush up and instantly capture humans, locking them in the highly concentrated salt water digest in their bodies.

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